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(RAP MUSIC PLAYING
ON HEADPHONE)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

BILLY: Thank you. Reynaldo!

Detective.

Hit and run. Died on impact.

No wallet. No ID.

Just once,
could a victim carry

-at least a library card?
-(CHUCKLES)

Maybe he was robbed.

I don't think a thief
would have left this behind.

Okay, so, no tire marks,

so our driver either
fell asleep at the wheel

or we're looking at...

...intentional vehicular
homicide.

Anything to work with?
School books? iPod?

Only thing in his bag
was a set of keys

and some very kind bud.

Excuse me?

-Marijuana.
-"Kind bud"?

Is that what the kids
are calling it these days?

That's what the kids
have always called it.

I knew that.

And $1,500, all hundreds.

-Oh, the plot thickens.
-(OVEN DINGS)

That's a lot of walking-around
money for a teenager.

Unless the teenager
was a drug dealer

taken out in a turf war.

Is that what that famous
Diamond gut tells you?

I'm going to leave my gut
out of this one.

Stomach's still queasy

from the bacon, egg
and cheese I scarfed.

Speaking of scarfing,

how was your date with
food-truck Tony last night?

You take out,
or did he deliver?

Wait a minute,

how did you even know
that I had a date last night?

Are you having me followed?

It's hardly worth
the trouble considering,

and just ask the grumpy,
old babysitter.

(LAUGHS) Of course, my father.

Benedict Arnold Diamond,
your source on the inside.

What'd it cost you?

Just a, uh, gift card
from Bagel World.

The man sure loves
his everything flagels.

Unbelievable.

My date went fine,
thank you very much.

Better than fine.

I'm so sorry to interrupt
this super-awkward moment.

Um, prints came back.

Hit-and-run victim is
Miguel Santos, 17,
of Greenpoint.

Arrested for tagging
when he was 12.

Dad's on his way in.

-School record?
-Miguel hadn't shown up

to Van Wyck High School
since last May.

How does a kid not
show up to school

without a parent
going ballistic?

Who would do that to Miguel?

How well did you know
your son, Mr. Santos?

I know him like...

Like he's etched
in mi corazon.

-You understand, Detective?
-Si, si.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

-What?
-And he hasn't been
to school since May.

That's impossible.
They would've notified me.

I believe they did.
Isn't this your signature?

Yeah.

Well, he... He gives me things
to sign from school,

you know, permission slips,
and I...

Working two jobs,
I don't always have time
to read through them.

Mr. Santos, we believe

that Miguel could have
been selling drugs,

-and that's why
he was killed.
-No!

-Mr...
-No! Miguel was a good kid!

Maybe he was a good kid
that got into some bad things.

-Those aren't his.
-What?

These keys are not his.
Look, I know my son, okay?

I know him.

And maybe we didn't have
time to talk all the time,

but he was a good, decent boy.

Sir, I was raised
in a single-parent home,

and my mother, she was on me

about eating my vegetables,

getting good grades,
but you know what,

she was a 5th-grade
teacher in Brooklyn

and we lived in the Bronx.

There were a lot of things
that I got into

that she never knew about.

Sometimes, kids keep secrets

from the people
they love the most.

Is it possible that, maybe,
that's what happened here?

Thank you so much.

Okay, info from Narcotics

places Miguel's body squarely

in Trinitario gang territory.

Did they say
if Trinitario is active

in the sale of kind bud?

-Yeah.
-Extremely active.

Well, at the DEA,
we call it cannabis.

Alejandro, to what
do we owe the pleasure?

I was up in Vice,

thought I'd swing by,
and say, "Hey".

-Hey.
-Hey.

(CHUCKLES)

I'll let you two do...
Whatever.

Trinitarios work the area
from Battery Park City

to 34th Street.

Thanks for the intel.

I'm glad you stopped by.

Are you and the captain
still not together?

Last time I checked.

So, does that mean

it's safe to inquire if you're
free for dinner some time?

-Are you asking me out?
-I am.

I'm kinda seeing someone.

-Ah.
-What took you so long?

I wanted to a while back,
but, um...

Jake called you off?

Something like that.
Exactly like that.

Unbelievable.

Okay, so you cleared that up?

Where do we find
the Trinitarios?

Most recent intel puts
the gang's headquarters

at a laundromat
in Spanish Harlem.

-All right. I'll go.
-Oh, perfect!

You can't go empty-handed.

Here, take these for me.

You keep dirty laundry
in your desk?

Sometimes, I spill on things.

Where should I keep them?
Your desk?

(SIGHS)

-I should get back to my file.
-Of course.

-Good luck with your case.
-Thanks.

Bad luck with
your sort of boyfriend.

I'm holding out hope.

Yeah.

Just give me one second.
Dropping something off.

Okay. Excuse me.

Which one of these machines
has a cold-rinse option,

I would hate for my blouses
to lose their shape.

Are you not speaking because
you don't speak English,

or because you don't
speak laundry?

Wow, you would suck
as a Walmart greeter.

Is there a manager here,
stone-face?

You should take your
business elsewhere, booha.

Aw, you did that.

What?

I think you have me mistaken
for someone who's not a cop.

-Go! Go!
-Towards you.

Police! Don't move!

(GRUNTS)

It's me again,
busting your ass.

(PANTING)

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

From the way
you ran away from me,

I am guessing
you know something

about the murder
of Miguel Santos.

-Miguel's dead?
-Don't play me, Carlos.

I'm not playing!

-Damn.
-Did Miguel sell
for Trinitario?

Nah. He hung out with some
of us in middle school,

but that boy had
too much brains to sling.

And he, like,
cared about everyone,
even the addicts.

He would've made
a bad corner boy.

Heart and brains.
Sounds like he had a future.

More than most of us.
Any of us.

Then how do you explain this?

If he wasn't dealing
for your people,

who was he dealing for?

(SNIFFS) That's prime.

Ain't nobody in the 212
sellin' bammy like that.

I'm telling you, Detective,
Miguel was not running
for nobody.

And I have a hard time
believing that

with prime bammy and 1500
bucks staring me in the face!

Look, one of my boys says
he runs into Miguel
once in a while...

-Now we're getting somewhere.
-...but he didn't say nothing
about him slinging!

Where did he run
into him exactly?

City Center Ice Rink.

So what? Miguel came in here
to develop a customer base?

Everyone has a dream.

Maybe Miguel's
also involved hockey.

Yeah, or hockey
was a cover-up.

Victor said he didn't
recognize Miguel's keys,

which makes sense if this is
where the kid kept the stash.

Agreed. Any one of these
could be a locker

full of laughing grass.

You looked up weed nicknames
online, didn't you?

-No.
-Yeah, you did.

I did not.

Meredith told me Alejandro was
sniffing around the precinct.

Are you trying to impress him
with a little hipster
druggy lingo?

Okay, maybe I did a incy-wincy
little Google search.

Mmm-hmm. (CHUCKLES)

Boom!

-Come to mama.
-Let's see what we got.

All right.

No stash.

Calculus, Physics...

All the books you'd think
would be in his backpack.

Look at this.
Wendsworth Academy?

Looks like our kid
was going to school after all.

Well, not just any school.

The snobbiest private school
in all of New York.

Oh, Miguel Santos.
Yeah, I know him. Great kid.

Always with "sirs" and
"pleases" and "thank yous".

How long has he been
coming here?

Since the school year started.

Wendsworth Academy
school year?

Yeah. It's his first year.

He's the starting goalie
on the hockey team.

Great stick skills.
The Ivies are
all over the kid.

It must have been quite a coup

for Wendsworth Academy
to recruit him.

Serious coup.

He's going to lead them to the
Tri-State Championships
next week.

Have you seen his father
down here?

No, I would like to though.

A kid like that,
he's raised right, you know?

I do.

Thanks for your help.

(SOFTLY)
Why would the kid hide

all that success from his dad?

Years back the Wendsworth
Academy hockey coach

approached me
about recruiting Miguel.

-So you knew?
-But I said no.

-Coach offer a scholarship?
-Full ride.

I'm taking Miguel knew
about that too.

He must have gone
behind my back.

Respectfully, Mr. Santos,
I can't say that I blame him.

I mean for a kid like Miguel,
or a kid like I was,

graduating from
Wendsworth Academy,

it's like a ticket
to a golden future.

Maybe, if he stayed healthy.

Where are you going with this?

Big-money schools like this,

they're ruthless when it comes
to scholarship athletes.

Years back, there was a kid,
Julio Martin, a soccer player,

he tore his ACL halfway
through his junior year,

his scholarship was revoked.

That doesn't sound right.

Why are you defending
that place for, Detective?

I'm not defending anyone.

How could I know
so little about my boy?

MAX: Oh, my God,
look at these.

Oh!

-Oh, my God.
-(LAURA MOANS)

-Let me guess,
food-truck Tony.
-LAURA: Oh!

Well, you can't take
the time to chew.

-This is me chewing.
-You know what these are?
God in brownie form.

No. If that were the case,
it'd be fat-free.

If they're that good,
I'll try one.

Stop spying on me
and we'll talk.

So, Victor says that Miguel
was heavily recruited
by Wendsworth Academy

to go play hockey, but
Victor wouldn't let him go.

He said that he didn't trust
the school to do right
by his son.

Yeah, these prep schools
can be pretty hardcore.

MAX: Uh, you think?

Junior year at Fieldstone,
my choral nemesis

Stacy "Nosejob" Phillips
sabotaged my Pippin audition

by substituting my
Corner of the Sky sheet music
with Just No Time At All.

Your point?

Oh, brownie high. Sorry.

Point is, these schools
condition the kids

to compete for every
test score, grade, award,
you name it.

They might even compete for
cornering the doobage market.

BILLY: I was having
the exact same thought.

Miguel is now dealing
to his new fancy friends,

so whoever the supplier was
before him, has to take out
the competition.

That kid from the laundromat,
Carlos, said that
Miguel wasn't dealing.

Well, forgive me if I don't
take a gang member's
word for it.

Theory's plausible.

Why don't you take a trip over
and start with the principal?

(SCOFFS) The way these
privileged places work,

we're not going to
get anywhere.

We take one step
on that campus,

and every single student,
teacher and administrator

will lawyer up
whether we're talking
about murder,

or an overdue library book.

So we shouldn't even try?

I hate it when
mommy and daddy fight.

-Max, walk away.
-On it.

Maybe we locate some
Wendsworth Academy
parents first.

Attack it from
a different angle.

Or we could take
the captain's orders

and talk to the principal.

Or I'll just go.

Athletics are
an important component
of Wendsworth Academy.

But guiding students to be
ethical citizens of the world
is our ultimate goal.

And Miguel was a shining light
in that regard.

So, then I'm certain you can
understand, Ms. Collinsworth,

why we need access
to his school record.

I can, Detective.

But unfortunately we have a
strict confidentiality policy

in order to protect
our students.

You'll have to speak
with our legal representation.

You can tie me up
for a day, or two.

I'm only gonna come back
with a warrant.

A boy is dead,

a father lost his son.

A father who had no idea

his son was even enrolled
in this school.

He deserves answers.

I apologize.

But we simply
don't cut corners

when it comes to protecting
our reputation.

-Am I keeping you?
-In fact, you are.

I have to address
a prospective
parent-tour group.

You can let yourself out.

(DIALING)

You called it. Plan B.

COLLINSWORTH: Our students'
achievements are undeniable.

And your
children's achievements

will also be undeniable.

I invite you tonight
to our annual gala to meet
our parents and faculty.

You will walk away inspired.

I'm pleased to introduce
your tour guide,
Tracy Dunn.

Tracy is homecoming queen,
class president

and has already been accepted
early admission to Princeton.

(SOFTLY) Ick.

The student lounge/cafe
is a social gathering spot

and, bonus, completely delish.

The smoothie bar to your right
also serves as an espresso bar

daily until second period.

Please help yourself
to a sample.

-Hi, Spencer.
-Hey, babe.

-Boyfriend.
-Oh, score.

This school is amazing.

I'm just... Wow! (CHUCKLES)

U.S. News & World Report
said that we'd be in the top
15 universities in the world

-if we were a university.
-You know, I believe that.

I have just got to get
my sons into this school.

-Hi, Tracy.
-Uh-huh.

Listen, just between
you and me...

My boys had a little
problem last year.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Are there kids here
who are into that?

Um...

I just wanna be sure
to tell my two tokers
who to stay away from.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Ooh!

He looks like a guy
who could score some
blue-ribbon Marley.

Oh, that's slang
for marijuana.

Phillip Johansson.

He gets medical grade Marley.

So, I've heard.

Everybody, come with me
to finish the tour.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

I heard from, uh, someone

that you're the guy to see
about herbal relief.

No idea what
you're talking about.

Something tells me
that you'd be really fun
to share that relief with.

(CHUCKLES) You say fun...

I'm a woman
with bad intentions

and even worse moral compass.

-Did you see The Graduate?
-Whoa.

Well, how do I know
you're not a narc?

Have you ever seen
21 Jump Street?

I promise I'm no narc.

How about an overworked,
underpaid mom?

And I'll help you out,
if you know what I mean.

(CLANKING)

-40 bucks.
-That's outrageous!

Since when has a dime bag
gone up 400%?

-Inflation, babe.
-Busted, babe.

-You said you weren't a narc.
-Yeah.

-Homicide.
-I'm calling my lawyer.

Good, then we can sit down
and we can all talk
about Miguel Santos.

-What about him?
-Where were you two nights
ago when he was killed?

Home, probably playing Xbox
with my brother.

Doesn't prove
you weren't involved.

What happened?
He started selling and
infringe on your territory?

Miguel Santos selling bud?
No way.

That kid was as straight arrow
as it comes.
He didn't even smoke.

-How do you know?
-They drug-test
all the athletes here.

If they didn't, I'd be making
twice of what I'm pulling in.

-Most of 'em drink.
-Miguel too?

Maybe. Would explain
that rookie sexting thing.

What was that?

I heard he got busted
for harassing some girl
with texts.

He was on school probation
for a week or so.

I'll look into that.

In the meantime,
I am flushing every ounce
of kuhubie you have

down the precinct toilet
and if I hear that
you're selling again

you're going to need
an entire team of lawyers
to keep you out of jail.

Hey. I thought
we had a vibe going.

Say no to drugs, Phillip.
It's warping your senses.

-Talk to me.
-LAURA ON PHONE: Miguel Santos

recently got into
some kind of trouble
that put him on probation.

-Any idea why?
-Possibly drinking,

but my source was unreliable
to say the least.

Well, we need some
reliable sources.

-Way ahead of you.
-What's the Diamond plan?

(SIGHS) Dust off your tux.
We got a big night ahead.

Why do you look so awesome,
Daddy?

Can't help it, kiddo.

Hey, we're gonna be late.
I thought you said 7:00.

Then we'll be late.

-(EXPLOSION ON TV)
-(KID LAUGHING)

HARRISON: What does it say?

Well, look at you.

I've been looking at me
for the last hour,

tweezing the bejesus
out of my eyebrows,

and a few other places
that I won't mention.

Am I ever actually
gonna find out
what it is that we're doing?

(SIGHS) We won't get
anything if we go back
in there as police.

But as prospective parents
at the school gala,
we have complete access.

-If you say so.
-Oh, please.

A gaggle of prep school moms
plus alcohol equals gossip.

And there is a caviar bar.
(SNICKERS)

Okay, did you bring the prop
I texted you about?

Prop, that's what
it's been reduced to.

-It's all it is.
-Still fits like a glove.

Aw! How about that?
You can reuse it
at your next wedding.

(DOOR BELL RINGS)

-Grandpa!
-Grandpa!

Boys! Hey, who is ready
to party hardy? Yeah!

-I got the entertainment.
-Not happening.

Hey, I left the Dirty Harry's
at home, I think.

School night,
t-minus 30 minutes
till brushing and bed.

Aye-aye, Captain.
Speaking of, look who's here.

Didn't expect this guy
to be your date.

It's a work thing,
it's not a date.

Yeah, I took Laura's mother
on a date that wasn't a date.

Look how that ended up.

Yeah, with two kids
and a divorce,
that sounds about right.

-Joke away, jokester!
-Oh!

Take it from me,

(SIGHS) you two still make
one snazzy couple.

You know what'll be fun?
Family dinner, Sunday.

-No.
-Great.

Family dinner,
or something came up

and I cannot babysit.

Oh, I have
a terrible headache.

See you later, boys.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

5:30 would be good for me.

Okay, poker time!
Tough guys, who's dealing?

-LAURA: Follow my lead.
-What else is new?

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

(SIGHS)

Easy, cowboy.

Just playing my part.

Speaking of which, who are we?

Hi, Vanessa
and Brooks Finley.

Oh, welcome. I'm Ally Davis

and I'm so sorry about Justin.

Justin?

Our son. Yes, it's, um...

It's unspeakably painful.

But I know lots of people
who are here tonight

are early decision
at Columbia and still got
accepted in Spring.

Please.
Keep him in your prayers.

-(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
-(WHISTLES)

It reminds me of when we
crashed that Persian wedding
at the Plaza.

Oh, the Hakaka affair.
Killer shawarma.

Well, 11 o'clock.

Military posture,
clip-on ties,

gotta be the hockey coach.
I'm moving in.

Copy that. I'll take
the Neiman Marcus huddle.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

...but in a week,
the kid was back at practice.

Meaning Miguel was exonerated?

I just thank the hockey gods
we still had a shot
at the championship.

As for exonerated,
I don't ask questions.

WOMAN: Between home
and Nantucket, she rides
twice a week, maybe,

but that doesn't mean
that she is entitled
to choose her own horse.

WOMAN 2: We got Sophia
the Mercedes E Series
'cause it's the safest.

-Yes.
-But, when we didn't
spring for the convertible,

it was like we were those
evil Harry Potter parents.

-Ugh!
-The Dursleys.

Harry's aunt
and uncle, actually.

-(CLANKING)
-Mmm, I'm so sorry
to interrupt.

My husband and I
are school shopping,

and it is just such a relief
to find like-minded moms.

I mean, you would not believe
some of the parents
at these other places.

-I mean, woof!
-I will drink to that.

So, what is the story
with diversity?

I do not want
my boys sheltered.

Oh, we are very diverse.
In fact, I heard a rumor

that the Seinfelds might be
transferring in.

Ah!

So, how do
these children assimilate?

I read that there was
a tragedy with a troubled
scholarship athlete.

Miguel Santos,
he was killed on the street.

Not surprising,
given the neighborhood
that he came from.

And not surprising,
right on the heels
of a sexual assault charge.

-What was that about?
-It's been very hush-hush.

But it did go to
the Disciplinary Council.

-Incoming. DILF alert.
-Oh!

-Ladies.
-Hi.

Hi.

-May I borrow you, sweetheart?
-Mmm, not a problem.

"DILF".

-Any dirt?
-Oh, mud.

According to
The Real Housewives
of Hell on Earth,

a student filed a sexual
assault accusation
against Miguel.

And according to my new BFF,
Coach Tom,

who just beat me
in a beer-pounding contest
only because I let him,

the allegation was quickly
reviewed and rejected.

Probably to get their star
hockey player back out

on the ice as quickly
as possible.

So, if you're theorizing
there was a cover-up...

-Crossed my mind.
-The accuser might be inclined

to go after justice
for herself.

-Also crossed my mind.
-Great minds.

So, there is only one
to find out.

I know what your mind
is thinking. And, no.

How hard could it be,
slipping into a school office?

We'll be just in and out.

Not one single thing we found
would be admissible
in a court.

"Inevitable discovery,
Your Honor." Harmless error.

No grounds for reversal
on appeal.

Did you go to law school
when I wasn't looking?

Law & Order, baby.
Don't leave home without it.

-Mmm.
-(MUTTERS)

Slayerson and there's Ramos...

Santos. Santos!

Ah, it's just a cover page.
"Unsubstantiated."

Hold on, check it out.

-"Davis. A. vs Santos. M."
-Hmm.

-Ally Davis?
-Who?

That, um, nerd girl.
She ran the table.

And if her accusation was
ruled, "unsubstantiated"...

Well then maybe she took
matters into her own hands?

(DOOR OPENING)

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Shh! Shh!

Oh, come on, back here.
Back here.

(CLANKING)

-Get a room, folks!
-(GIGGLING)

-Oopsy!
-Sorry!

Late night?

-Sorry!
-(YAWNS)

So, what's the report?

(SIGHS) All good.

We got a promising case
in the lead. Reverse that.

Case shmace!

I'm talking about the report
about you and you know who.

(YAWNS) There is no report.

Ah, judging by
your booze breath,

drinks were involved.

-What was it,
a romantic nightcap?
-Oh!

You know, it's exactly how
I betted that on your mother

on that date
that wasn't a date.

She got loose the second
that peppermint schnapps
hit her bloodstream.

It was unbelievable.

Dad, no, enough.
There was no schnapps.

I've moved on.
Jake has moved on.

It is time you moved on.

(SNIFFS) I don't think so.

-What's that supposed to mean?
-You two,

-it ain't over.
-Oh. (BLOWING RASPBERRIES)

Yeah, yeah, if you can't
see it, then you are a little
touched in the head.

And I did drop you
on your head.

-Goodbye, Dad.
-Good night, raggedy!

Hmm.

-Sunday dinner.
-Oh, yay!

-(SIGHS)
-(DOOR CLOSES)

-(GLASS SHATTERS)
-(DOG BARKING)

-Don't shoot!
-What are you doing?

-Shh!
-How did you even get in here?
You gave your key back.

I made a spare.

What happened to your
giving me my privacy?

This would appear
to contradict that.

Give it back to me.

No, no, no.
This is not happening.

This already happened.
We made out in the closet.

-We were faking.
-You put your tongue
in my mouth.

I'm a very good faker.

Well, I'm not. Laura...

I'm just gonna put it
all out on the table.

This has been the worst
year of my life.

I wake up every morning,
I go to bed every night,

wishing it could be back
the way it was.

And tonight,
for the first time,
I had a hope.

Am I completely off-base here?

Do you not feel anything?

You have to stop

messing with my ability
to get over you.

I know that you
scared off Alejandro.

Why are you
throwing up obstacles,

when all I want is to
move on with my life?

Because, I'm still
in love with you.

Of course, you are!

I'm as lovable as ever.

But you, on the other hand
are just sexy.

And you smell good.

But you know what,
that's the difference
between men and women.

I am able to resist

what might tempt me,
but is, in fact

a very, very, very bad idea.

You're bad for me, Jake.
Go home.

(JAKE SNORING)

-Ahh!
-(SHUSHING)

-Get up, get up!
-Ouch!

(GROANING)

-Oh, yeah.
-Yeah? That's the best
you got?

-Whoops.
-You're so far beyond whoops.

You've gotta get out of here
right... Right now!

-Come on.
-I'm going.
Take it down a notch.

I will not.
If the boys see you here,

their confused little brains
are gonna explode.

-Oh, my God!
-What!

Ssh, it's... It's after 9:00.

Whoa, nelly.

-'Morning.
-Okay.

Are you just stopping by?

You could say that,
I guess, uh,

since my partner was
an hour late for her shift,

she wasn't answering
her cell phone,

-but I can see that there's
no cause for alarm, now.
-Yeah.

Not at all. (SIGHS)

And there is no cause
for this, uh, situation

to be reported back
to anybody, right?

Oh, anything you say, boss.

Can you give me a lift home
so that I could change?

Wee-bit curious,
don't you think?

What?

What? Delightful!

(LAUGHS)

A, Laura's mysteriously late.

B, captain's
mysteriously late.

C, you are avoiding
my eye line.

No, I'm not.

Hey there, you!

Sorry, it was a perfect storm.

Overslept, the boys
couldn't find their stuff,
no gas, bridge traffic.

Ah, you're late?
Didn't notice.

So, wasn't someone trying
to track down nerd girl?

Oh, we sent Meredith.

Oh, good call.
Meredith speaks nerd.

Mmm-hmm.

MEREDITH: Ally, we know about
the disciplinary hearing.

What happened between
you and Miguel?

Nothing.

Then what was
the hearing about?

This can be just between us.

Look, I know what
high school can be like
if you're not a rah-rah,

cookie cutter, popular girl.
I was an outsider.

Being into manga and DND
did not exactly make me
prom queen.

-So, I know
what boys can be like.
-And girls.

Absolutely.

Is it something a girl did?

I got a bunch of texts,
dirty ones.

-There were photos of boys'...
-Mmm. Roger that.

Uh, anyway the messages said
that they were from Miguel

which is weird
because he was nice.

I showed my guidance
counselor and it became
this whole thing.

But Miguel ended up
proving he didn't do it.

-How'd he do that?
-Um.

Oh, as you detectives
might say he had

physical evidence that was
inconsistent with the photos.

His junk didn't match.

Yeah.

So, you didn't try to
exact revenge?

Of course not.
In a way we were both victims.

They ever figure out
who's really behind this?

Like you said, they like to
gang up on the outsider.

I can't prove it but
I bet it was someone trying

to mess with my head
before mid-terms.

-Why would anyone do that?
-It's all about
graduating summa,

getting into the Ivy
of your choice.

I'm a good student
and everything's graded
on a curve,

so the worse I did,
the better chance someone
else had of doing well.

Let's assume
that Ally's right.

Why would the mystery sexter
pretend to be Miguel?

He's an outsider, too.
Could be just mean girls,

jerk guys going
after the easy targets.

Soto?

Maybe, the disciplinary
hearing had nothing
to do with Ally.

And everything to do
with Miguel.

How so?

Well, competition at these
pressure cooker schools
goes way beyond academics.

It's in theater like Max said
in his really boring story.

Ah, it's in sports too.

So, Ally's midterm theory
could actually be
about hockey.

The coach did say
that they were vying
for a championship

and Miguel was integral
to their chances.

Should we be looking
at a rival team?

I think we should be looking
at a rival teammate.

Miguel first got sidelined by
Disciplinary Council ruling.

Had it stuck, suddenly some
benchwarmer from his own team

would be starting
in the big game.

Which would be attended
by college scouts,

big donor alumni
who write influential letters
of recommendation...

-Possible.
-We need to find out

who was in line to take over
Miguel's position.

-(WHISTLE BLOWING)
-COACH: Let's go, let's go!
Full speed!

Nice, keep your head up,
keep your head up.

Come on, quickly,
quickly, quickly!

Keep going, good.

Three passes now,
three passes!
Use your teammates. Good!

Use your teammates!

NYPD, coach.
We'll need a minute.

Aren't you married to that dad
I met at the gala?

It's complicated.

Miguel Santos,
we understand that
he was your starting goalie.

-Yep.
-Who's your
starting goalie now?

Spencer Schofield!

Hi, Spencer.

It says here you're a pretty
good goalie, Spencer.
Is that right?

-I guess.
-You guess?
You're the new starter.

That makes you a pretty
hot prospect to some

fancy, white-bred,
hockey loving university.

-I don't know.
-You don't know?

I think you know.

I think you know.

Me? I graduated
from a public school.

Park East, uptown.

But even my regular
people brain is...

Is buzzing on overdrive
thinking why a kid like you

would have a motive to get
a kid like Miguel Santos
out of the way?

So, I did a little research.

Checked out some of your
recent debit card purchases
and look what I found.

Highlighted it for you.

Easy Electronics.

I know that place over on
42nd street, Times Square.

Has a permanent
"Going-out-of-business" sign
on the window.

Anyway, you purchased
a disposable phone from there.

So, me being the resourceful
guy that I am,

I cross-checked that number
with the number

that Miguel Santos
was supposedly using

to text all that nasty stuff
to poor Ally Davis.

And guess what I found,
genius?

-I didn't do it.
-Didn't do what, Spencer?

'Cause you sure as hell
bought that burner phone,

and you sure as hell
sent those texts.

Or know who did.

And I would bet
my hard-earned money

that anyone stupid enough
to do something like this

and stupid enough to leave
a paper trail behind,

is stupid enough to kill a kid

thinking that it's gonna
somehow help them
to get into college!

Now, you got some
explaining to do.

Or I'm gonna get your parents,
I'm gonna get your principal,

I'm gonna have your
whole world coming
crashing down on you.

Talk!

I'm already into four schools,
but I'm on the waiting list
at Princeton.

The phone thing was just
to get Santos benched so I
could get some more ice time.

But when he was
let off the hook, I let it go.

The night he was killed,
I was at home studying.

My parents, the housekeeper,
they'll all tell you.
I'm innocent.

So you say, Spencer.
Let's back it up.

(SPEAKER CLICKS OFF)

We could go to his
mom and dad for the alibi,

but he seems pretty confident.

Yup.

-'Cause it's not him.
-Yeah?

-What sold you?
-Princeton.

The one school
that he didn't get into?

-I know someone who did.
-And that's our killer?

Some people do whatever
it takes to stay together.

TRACY: Bye-bye.
Have a good one. Bye.

-Hi, Tracy.
-Oh, hi.

Did you want another tour?

No, the first one was
obnoxious enough.

But I could use your help.

Oh, I forgot to mention.

Besides being
a prospective parent,
I'm also a cop.

-Okay.
-Okay, here's the deal.

Some people in my precinct
think that Miguel Santos

was killed by
your boyfriend, Spencer.

But Spencer and his family
swear up and down

that Spencer was home
studying his little
prep-school butt off

when Miguel was killed.

Can you confirm that?

Yeah, I guess.

Why would you think
it was anyone from school?

Miguel Santos was a pothead

from a completely
sketched neighborhood.

Shouldn't you be looking
in the barrio?

Those are astute observations,
Tracy. Thank you.

But, you know
what's interesting,

no one else
has mentioned anything
about Miguel being a pothead.

Not even Phillip,
the campus pothead.

Well, that's what I heard.
Someone said
he was selling even.

Who exactly?

I don't know, just people.
Did you even search his stuff?

I'm sorry, search for what?

Hello, for pot, money,

whatever drug dealers
would be carrying. God!

Look at you, Nancy Drew.

We did,
and we found
both those things.

$1500 and an eighth
of marijuana

which coincidently
was the exact amount

that you bought from
my friend Phillip last week.

Imagine that?

Phillip is a drugged-out liar.

Well, I don't about that.
But I do know that
Phillip is a bit OCD.

See, he evens logs
all of his sales

and your name is in his log.

And your cell number
is in received calls.

You can't make that up.
You thought you had it
all figured out.

Get Spencer into the big game,

chances are the Princeton
scout would like what he sees,

and Spencer would be in
off the waiting list,
happily ever after.

But when the sexting charge
didn't stick, clever you,

put drugs and money
into Miguel's bag
and then ran him over,

thinking that the cops
would just write it off

as another
drug related murder.

But instead,
it was a heartless

rich-bitch related murder.

It wasn't a murder,
it was an accident.

I was only trying to hurt him
and I was totally amped up

on ADHD meds
to get through finals.

See, that I believe.

I'm sorry. I...

Well, you can apologize
to your friends on the
school Disciplinary Council.

But I'm guessing that
the judge and the jury

won't be so sympathetic.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

-(CHEERING)
-(WHISTLE BLOWS)

His coach said Miguel
was the best goalie
he had seen in a decade.

If I had known,
I could have stopped this.

Mr. Santos,
what happened to your son,
no one could have seen coming.

You can't blame yourself.

What you knew about him
was what mattered the most,
his character.

His English teacher
gave this to me.

It's an essay about you.
About how much you
provided for him.

And how he hoped to one day
do the same for you.

Might be why he ended up
at this school.

Mr. Santos, you raised
a good boy.

You raised a good man.

Why else would he be
in her house?

I mean, the earth
has shattered.
It's officially shattered.

(SHUSHING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

What's with all the
whispering and staring?

-I didn't say anything.
-Anything about what?

Anything about anything.

Oh, God.

I'm telling you...

They know. They all know.

-They do?
-Why do they know?

I may have run into Billy
outside of your house.

(WHISPERING) It wasn't me.
No, I didn't say it.

Nothing happened!

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(DISHES CLATTERING)

This is nice. Isn't this nice?

Very, very nice.

There you go.

Nice.

-Nicity-nice.
-Okay, enough with the nice.
Just eat.

Not to criticize, but what's
with the brown spaghetti?

It's made from whole wheat.

Ugh! Why would someone
do that to spaghetti?

It's unnatural, am I right?

BOTH: (IN UNISON) Yeah!

All right, who's ready
for some dessert?

-BOTH: Me!
-Oh, thank God!

They opened up this new
bakery around the corner

from my house that makes
the most amazing brownies.

Now you're talking!
Here, boys.

JAKE: And...

Fat-free. I special ordered.

Oh.

Some people will do whatever
it takes to stay together.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)