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We better get to the main event. People
have to work in the hall.

Thanks for coming out on a school night,
everybody.

When we're through refurbishing, we're
going to have a proper housewarming, but

until then... Everyone, pick up a hammer
and help us tear down some walls.

It's going to be your wine filter,
buddy, so you get first crack.

Great.

I get one room, she gets the whole
house. As long as we're clear.

I have always wanted to do this.

All right, everybody, stand back. I'm
not sure my homeowner's insurance covers

blows to the head.

You swing like a girl.

What is that?

Hey, Larry, what can you tell us?

Not much.

Emmy won't be able to give you anything
on year of death until we can get him

out of here. Here, we'll check in the
morning.

Look at this.

What is it?

Something I haven't seen in years.

L .A. gear jacket.

It'll look as sure as a hood on it.

Yeah, my guess is he's wearing Jordache
chains and Puma sneakers.

I used to rock Pumas back in the day.
Yeah?

I used to rock members only.

No, you didn't. Yeah, I did.

Detectives?

What is all that time? Well, besides his
questionable fashion sense, he's

probably been back there since the 80s.

Good morning, detective.

Morning. Let's start.

These items were retrieved from the
body.

Digital watch, money clip with $147 in
cash.

No ID. This envelope, sealed.

Looks like there's more cash in there.

Forensics will open it later today. Now,
the body.

Someone did a very good job of wrapping.

The subject is fairly well preserved.

And while the plastic they used served
to mask the smell of decay, it also

functioned as the perfect preservative
of forensic evidence.

Any bodily anomaly?

The occipital bone has separated.

It's unclear if it's trauma or skeletal
decay over time.

Two fingers broken and healed on the
right hand.

It also looks like he broke his nose
once.

The boxer?

Or at least someone accustomed to
putting up a fight.

He's also missing his dorsal floating
rib. Looks like a birth defect.

How long is he going to last for the
time of death?

Fortunately, the chest cavity is riddled
with recluse spiders.

The forensic entomologist will get to
time of death within a year based on how

many generations of spiders gestated.

Wait a minute, what's that?

Is that decay?

Inconclusive.

Looks like a brandy.

He might be right. It's definitely a
keloid scar.

Branding. We'll do that.

Okay, so the house was built in 1921. It
changed hands between private owners

eight times until 1975 when Omega Kappa
Rho bought it as its fraternity house.

Omega Kappa Rho? Yep.

Getting bodies is not a stretch.

They're one of the most notorious of
black fraternities.

Really? Come on, man. You didn't know
that?

You're not a fraternity boy.

I'm not a college boy.

A couple of my sorority sisters used to
date some of those gorillas for a

minute. It's one hardcore house.

Branding pledges was for openers. Ritual
beatings with whips and hammers.

Drinking vomit.

I thought they weren't around anymore.

Actually, they're not. In fact, this
particular house had its charter revoked

1981. They operated as an unaffiliated
house until the demise of the whole

fraternity in 1992.

But what if that could be my boy? The
detective's just got to see us

ma 'am. We're going to have to give him
a little more time, okay? Listen, I have

been here since 7 a .m. this morning.
Now, can I speak to somebody?

Officer Andrews, would you help this
lady, please?

Please. Our son went missing 20 years
ago.

Here's a picture.

He's got a long scar right down his
right leg. Sir.

Please, officers, if we could just talk
to a detective for five minutes. Ma 'am,

I understand that you see all these
other people are ahead of you. Look, he

an athlete.

He broke his nose when he was 16.

Romney. First name?

We would throw poor, poor people in us
money.

So when Dennis got a full football
scholarship, it was like we won the

Three States.

He was the first in either family to go
to college.

Ever since he was a child, we kept on
saying, you college material, baby.

Hard -working kid.

Board work till you drop it, unless
somebody stopped him.

When your son went missing in 84, the
police report states that he may have

the victim of a robbery or a suicide.

Yeah, we were told that.

But we never believed it.

He had so much to live for.

But we had to move on.

And after a while, you ran out of tears.

So we buried our boy in our minds years
ago.

But if it is our son, he deserves a
proper burial.

Dennis joined a fraternity.

Omega Capro.

That's all he could talk about.

He was so excited that they had accepted
him.

Did his fraternity brothers give him any
tattoos or markings?

Not that we know of.

So is it true that they wrapped Dennis
in plastic and buried him in a wall?

We don't know if it's your son.

Well, it's somebody's boy.

How can someone do that? Did Dennis have
any unusual physical characteristics?

What do you mean?

Anything we can use to make an accurate
identification.

He was born without one of his ribs.

Doctor said it would affect his
breathing, but he was fine.

Do you have our son?

We're still searching for answers, sir.

His parents reported Dennis missing
October 20th, 1984, the day after

weekend. The original police report said
that his car was found at the beach.

There were also some stolen items in his
room, a Walkman, CD player, you know,

some things that his frat brothers had
been missing.

He was also going to be cut from the
football team, so the assumption was

suicide.

Maybe it was. Maybe he wrapped himself
in that plastic and climbed into the

wall.

Hey, hey.

What you got on 84?

1984, Omega Capero had 41 actives and
pledges, or line brothers as they called

them. Well, the way I see it, if you're
going to stuff somebody inside a wall,

you either move very far away or you
stay close.

Well, let's start with close.

All right.

Nine of them still live in the LA area.

Great. Let's get to knocking on some
doors.

Well, maybe we can save on the shoe
leather.

Tomorrow, let's host ourselves an Omega
Capero reunion.

Raymond Washington, Kevin Dunnigan, Greg
Hamer, Judge Carl Bouchard, John

Federa. Perfect attendant.

Call from Homicide Division. Tends to
clear a man's schedule.

Blue shirt.

He keeps looking at the mirror.

Raymond Washington.

Could be nurse.

Maybe he's used to being in an
interrogation room.

What about the red sweater?

Kevin Dunnigan. What's his deal?

Guilt. Poor social skills.

That square -ass head of his.

What about the well -put -together one,
Marvin Lloyd?

Yeah, I've heard of Marvin Lloyd.

Schoolteacher in what?

Teacher of the year, if I'm not
mistaken.

You see something?

That's what I'm not seeing.

These trap boys haven't seen each other
for a while.

Even under these circumstances, there
should be a fair amount of glad

Well, who isn't happy to see each other?

Let's start with Blue Shirt.

Homecoming weekend, 1984.

What about it? Any idea where you were
that week?

I was a junior.

And? That was my junior year abroad.

London and Amsterdam.

You have any way of proving this?

You can ask my wife.

That's when I met her.

Homecoming, 1984.

Yeah? I know it's been a long time, but
do you remember your whereabouts that

evening?

Yes, you do. There was a huge party. An
Orwellian theme.

1984, get it?

I was there.

Maybe a few pounds lighter. A little
more hair.

Why remember so much about some random
party? That's the night I met Libby.

Libby?

That's your girlfriend?

For the night.

Let's say the first time for everything.

We had to go outside into the bushes
behind the house because my roommate was

passed out on my bed. There was no place
else to go because the house was being

remodeled and there was construction
crap every place else.

Wait a minute.

Outside was our last choice.

First, we tried the chapter room in the
basement.

You were allowed to go there when you
had a short film.

But it was locked.

I remember hearing voices, so I nodded.

Come on, man, I need the room.

Owen? Was Dennis in the chapter room?

Yeah, he was.

Step off, Black.

So what was he doing in there?

I don't know.

Except for hookups, line brothers were
never allowed to hang out in there.

Chapter room was used for lineups,
meetings, initiations.

So what kind of initiations?

Wild -ass stuff.

Medieval.

Their defense was car batteries.

They made some guys eat dog food.

And they were always the pats.

They doused guys with beer, and God
knows what else.

One time, I heard they strung a line
brother up on a rope and wailed him.

Is that what was happening to Dennis? I
don't know. I didn't find out.

Five minutes later, I didn't care.

You said you heard voices.

Who else was in the room?

I don't remember.

I... What?

A little while later, I came back inside
to get us some beers before round two.

This was back in the day when there
still was a round two.

It didn't rain. That's when I saw three
guys come up from the chapter.

It was Greg Hamer, Marvin Lloyd, and
Carl Bouchard.

Greg Hamer, Marvin Lloyd, Carl Bouchard.

I don't know about you, but I'm getting
the feeling that 20 years ago, before

they were the dedicated, successful
pillars of society they are today, that

of these men, or all of them, wrapped
Dennis Romney in a sheet of plastic and

buried him inside a frat house wall.

We all know Judge Bouchard.

We know a little bit about Marvin Lloyd.

What do we have on Greg Hamer? Well,
he's a self -made millionaire.

He knows.

Long -time companion John King started a
photocopying chain in the 90s.

See what they have to say? Well, let's
take this off still. Stay out of the

interrogation room for as long as
possible.

Who gets who?

I'll take Judge Bichard. I went to
school with a lot of guys like him.

all proper now, but back in the day,
they were beer -drinking toga -wearing

maniacs who loved to swat each other on
the butt with paddles.

Well, go get them.

Joel, you take Hamer. You take Marlon
Lloyd.

John, Principal Lloyd.

Advice.

My mistake.

Vice principal is about as powerful a
job as vice president.

I'm supposed to be in charge of
discipline, but it really doesn't work.

Everybody knows I'm a marshmallow.

I saw the news, detective.

Was it Dennis' body in that wall? You
remember Dennis?

Yes. Was it him?

Looks like it.

Quite a sigh there, Marvin.

What's that about?

Shock. Surprise.

And I'm sorry to say, relief.

I presume you know that I was with
Dennis a couple of nights before his

reported him missing.

Me, Greg, and Carl. Why do you presume
that? You let everyone else but the

of us go.

We were with him the night of the
homecoming party.

And for the last 20 years, I've blamed
myself.

For his death.

Did you put his body in the wall? No.

Detective, how much do you know about
Dennis Romney?

Not much.

We suspected him of stealing from his
fellow brothers. Do you know that?

Dennis... Dennis was a sweet kid.

A real sweet kid.

He was dirt poor from someplace down in
South Central.

Got to school on a football scholarship.

The Boosters used to like to lean on the
fraternity, he said.

Let the football players in.

You know, give him some place to stay,
some friends and whatnot.

He got Dennis.

It was never really his fault, but he
didn't quite fit in, you know?

I mean, he tried, but... I don't know,
maybe he tried too hard.

So what happened that night?

We were pretty sure he was stealing from
us, so... We decided to have an

accounting in the chapter room.

An accounting?

It's fraternity speak for a trial But we
didn't want Dennis to know what was

coming because the line brother going
down to the chapter room usually

physical pain So we lured him there with
the promise of a bomb party

We

tried asking him some questions We

was brutal

He got so high, he thought we were all
kidding.

So we decided to leave him there.

Give him a chance to come down a little
bit.

When we went back an hour later, he
wasn't there.

And you never told the police any of
this 20 years ago?

Tell the police we were all stoned out
of our minds on pot.

Now, you started out by saying that you
blamed yourself for his death.

Well, I couldn't help but think, I don't
know, maybe he wasn't as high that

night as we thought he was. You know,
maybe he was pretending. Maybe

he was listening to everything we were
saying about him.

I mean, we found out later that he was
about to be cut from the football team.

Maybe it was just...

Too much for him.

So he drowned himself.

Right.

Except that he didn't drown himself,
though, did he?

No.

Do you have any idea who put his body in
the wall?

Detective, the last image I have of
Dennis in my mind is you sitting there

holding that bomb.

A bomb?

Please.

This is the last time we saw Dennis,
Detective, but he sure as hell wasn't

holding a bomb.

This is during the 80s, Detective.

The decade that took us from cocaine to
Rogaine.

To get Dennis down to the chapter room,
we had to dangle some fat rails of

Bolivian marching powder.

Last time we saw Dennis, he was hunched
over a mirror holding a rolled -up

dollar bill.

He's a cocaine user?

We need to get someone to give him some.

What have you heard about Dennis?

Not much.

You know, sometimes when you have a fish
out of water, you try to adapt.

Grow legs, learn how to breathe
different, how to walk.

Sometimes that fish will give you the
finger and say, screw you, you rich

bastards.

So you had a little bit of a chip on his
shoulder.

The size of Kansas.

He never stopped going on about how we
were all born with silver spoons up our

butts. How we all thought we were better
than him.

You know, I know this isn't politically
correct.

But we were better than him.

Because at least we were okay with who
we were.

If you all didn't like him so much, why
didn't you just kick him out of the

frat?

Point of clarification.

It's called a fraternity.

You no sooner call your fraternity a
frat than you'd call your country a...

Why don't you just kick him out of the
fraternity?

I could never figure that out.

Either he had friends in high places or
he had a picture of someone with a goat.

He was blackmailing someone?

I'm joking.

It's probably just pressure from the
football boosters.

And that was the last time you saw him
in that room?

And we asked him some questions about
the missing stuff. Where'd you get this

money? From my trust fund, Brother Carl.

Where'd you get this walkman?

But he was too hard to answer.

So we left him alone, let him come down.

We came back.

He was gone.

Two down, one to go. You're next.

Not exactly.

I told you I'd take care of him, not
talk to him. A man like that could talk

legal circles around me.

Catherine, I thought you'd forgotten
about me.

How could I ever forget you, Judge?

I was expecting Detective Pierce.

Well, she's attending to other matters
right now. Shouldn't you?

Me? Nah.

I'm a full -service DDA.

I know what's going on here.

Are Greg and Marvin being interrogated
as well?

Interviewed. Coffee?

Sure, why not?

Detective Pierce brews her own.

French roast.

Smart move.

I can't stand the swirl they pour
downstairs.

How do you like it?

Black. Me too.

Counselor, would it be paranoid of me to
think that you're trying to tame my DNA

by offering me a pristine coffee mug?

Paranoia is a psychological prognosis,
Your Honor.

Collection of DNA requires the
permission of the suspect.

We both know it doesn't, and you're not
a suspect.

Bull. I adjudicate cases like these
every day.

Meeting with Detective Pierce was
courtesy. This bait -and -switch tactic

tantamount to breach of promise.

You're right. It was merely an extended
courtesy.

No estoppel to evoke, no promises were
made or broken.

Need I remind you, Counselor, that I
have judicial immunity in this matter?

Need I remind you that you don't have
any immunity for actions you committed

before you passed the bar?

Actions I committed.

Well,

I think it's time for this judge to call
an attorney.

Before you spend every last dollar you
ever made defending yourself as the star

of the next trial of the century, ask
yourself, is this how you want your life

to end?

After I walk out of here, we'll meet
again. My bench, my rules, my rulings. I

cannot wait for that day.

That's not a threat.

This is a threat.

I could have you thrown off of every
case that I'm on.

I could have you recused under Section
170 .1, disqualification for actual

But that day's never going to happen. Do
you know why?

Because forensics is working overtime on
this one.

And you know they're going to find a
fingerprint in the plastic, hair under

tape, something.

This is your last chance to beat the DNA
Express.

Because right now, two of LAPD's best
detectives are working their best game

two of your least reliable brothers. And
you know who gets the best odds on this

one? The guy who faked first.

What's it going to be, Your Honor?

Because time is a -wasting.

I told the others that if we got
attorneys at the jump, it would just

attention. I also said that it was a
good chance that no one would be able to

connect us to Dennis and this whole
thing would just slide by.

But that's not the only reason. I said
no lawyers.

I knew that if I had an attorney, he
would advise me not to talk.

I suppose I want to talk. Before you do,
have you waved your Miranda?

Yes. Then tell me what the hell
happened, Carl. It is not what you

don't you tell me what I think?

It was an accident.

We just wanted to ask him some questions
about the things that were missing.

We got him to go down to the chapter
room to do some cocaine.

We started asking him questions.

Did you take it?

You beat the hell out of him. Yeah?

And it went on for quite some time.

You damn thief! You got the wrong man,
Holmes. I ain't no thief.

You guys ought to see yourself,
seriously.

Go get that mirror off the table and
have a look. You're hilarious.

You ain't nothing but a welfare cheese
-eating moocham, right?

Where'd you get this money?

Talk about trust fund, Brother Carl.

It's a lot like Brother Greg's trust
fund, only non -existent. Where'd you

this walkman, thief?

From the same place Brother Maury got
his.

The getting place.

Get him up off the floor.

Get him to see his sorry -ass face in
one second more.

We left him there to think it over.

It's the last time any of us thought
about it.

We went back upstairs to the party.
About an hour passed.

We went back down to the chapter room.

He wasn't moving.

The cocaine that we had left on the
table, it was gone. I assume it would be

his nose.

He had an overdose.

We tried to revive him, but he was gone.

So you didn't call 911?

We talked about it, yeah.

But this was during the era of cocaine
death scandals.

We had all done some ourselves.

It would have been in our systems if
they had tested us. I mean, we would

been ruined.

This was supposed to be the beginning of
our lives, not the end.

I mean, Marvin, he wanted to...

Run for public office. Greg, he wanted
to become a movie star, and I wanted to

be a lawyer. None of that would have
happened if we had ever called 911.

So you decided to bury him in a wall?

We wanted to take him to the ocean, but
there was a party going on upstairs.

Marvin suggested that we take him out
through one of those little windows in

chapter room.

There's some people out there.

We just needed a place to hold him.

24 hours.

And somebody, I can't remember who, they
suggested.

Oh, they suggested the wall.

Now, good.

The chapter room was a style.

We're in the middle of having a remodel.

Well, we're supposed to be kind of
lucky. The construction crew is left

everything we need to do to hide the
body.

The plan was to take him out of the wall
the next night, put him in his car,

drive him to the ocean, and dump his
body in it. It was supposed to look like

suicide. And what went wrong?

We were all so hungover the next
morning, we overslept.

I was making my way through the party
wreckage on the first floor when I heard

the sound.

By the time I got downstairs, Dems' tomb
was already sealed.

We said nothing.

We just went on with our lives.

We were young.

Yes, what we did was bad.

Illegal? Yeah.

But it still doesn't change the fact
that Dennis Rahming died of an

self -induced drug overdose.

What about the cracked skull?

Nobody cracked his skull. What are you
talking about?

That's not what the medical examiner
said.

Blunt trauma to the back of the skull
looks like a two -by -four or a baseball

bat. No, no, no, no, no. That is
impossible.

He died of a drug overdose. Nobody ever
cracked his skull. What are you talking

about? What you already know. This
wasn't some accident or youthful

misadventure. This was murder, Your
Honor.

Ms. Romling was smacked in the back of
the head hard enough to break his skull.

Why would someone want to do that?

Well, maybe it was an accident. Happened
at the accounting.

And then Carl came up with this drug
overdose story to cover. That way they

failure to report instead of
manslaughter or reckless homicide.

I don't think that was a story. I think
it was telling the truth.

At least as far as he knows it.

You sure?

If you spend as much time with guys like
this as I have, you could tell.

Yeah, well, I've never had the
privilege.

That's your point.

It's no point.

It's like you said. We spent more time
with guys like him.

Something on your mind, detective?

Well, nothing worth talking about.

Hold on.

Dennis Roming was found with a money
clip full of cash.

But he also had a sealed envelope with
$600 in it. Why?

Maybe he stole it.

From who?

As far as we know, nobody reported $600
stolen.

Maybe somebody gave it to him.

Why?

Some kind of payment.

Maybe he did a job, sold drugs.

Or maybe he had a picture of somebody
with a goat.

What?

Something Hamer said to me.

Why didn't you kick him out of the
fraternity?

I can never figure that out.

Either he had friends in high places, or
he had a picture of someone with a

goat.

Was Blackmail on someone?

I'm joking.

Oh, maybe he wasn't joking.

So who was Dennis Blackmail?

I don't know.

Are they still doing DNA tests on the
saliva from the envelope seal?

Sure, but it won't come in for a week.

And we might not even get anything.

Right, but Greg Hamer won't know that.

You like wasting my time, Greg?

What?

Why was Dennis blackmailing you?

Excuse me? You heard me.

Dennis was blackmailing you. Why?

Dennis wasn't blackmailing me.

Then why'd you give him a sealed
envelope with $600 in it?

You found the envelope, Greg.

It was in Dennis' pocket.

In 1984, DNA technology was just in its
infancy.

Not anymore.

Caught that water bottle you were
drinking out of earlier, swabbed it, the

sample, put it in the analyzer.

We compared it with the sample from the
envelope.

It matched.

He swabbed it and put it in the
analyzer.

Let's see if he buys it.

When you were licking that glue strip on
the back of the envelope 20 years ago,

you never in your wildest dreams
imagined that it would come back to

The way your heart's pounding right now,
I'd say that's probably about what it

feels like to be haunted, wouldn't you?

I have no idea how that envelope ended
up on Dennis.

But it was yours?

Yes. He was blackmailing you?

Yes. Why?

Do you have a picture of you with a
goat, Greg?

No.

A baseball player.

Threatened out at you?

We didn't call it that back then.

Back then, it was telling the world
someone was in a life.

Why don't you tell me what happened that
night, Greg?

I knew about the accounting.

I gave Dennis a heads up.

I was hoping he would give me some
credit for it.

Instead, he said if I didn't give him
another $600,

He would use the accounting as his
opportunity to tell my secret.

So I went to the bank. I got the money.
I put it in the envelope. I was going to

give it to him later, but I never got
the chance.

And then the next morning, I noticed it
was missing.

And I never knew what happened to it
until you brought it up right now.

Here's another possibility.

You all left anything in the chapter
room.

You took that as your opportunity to pay
him.

So you went back downstairs, gave him
the envelope, and something went wrong.

What happened? No, whoa, whoa, time out.
What happened? Time out. What happened?

What happened?

I never went back down there without the
other guy. Why not?

Because I couldn't. Because the door was
locked, and Carl, as the fraternity

house president, was the only one who
had the key. Maybe Carl did it.

Yeah, he's a rock -solid alibi.

He was playing foosball in the living
room for the house championship.

All right, so what about Marvin?

Goes back to Carl with the only key.

Okay, back to Carl. Maybe he paid
someone to say he's playing foosball.

Paper's alibi.

Not possible.

Maybe you're right. A college boy would
never do something like that.

What do you know about college,
detective?

Trust me, I know men like this.

So you keep saying.

Detective, would you excuse us?

So what is your problem?

My problem?

What is your problem?

You got an issue with being the poor
black child from the hood? I don't want

hear it. That's your problem.

You can sling insults all you want to
because you're the one who's fronting

because you're from the hood just like
me and you know it.

Bobby, you better check yourself.

You know nothing about me. No, I know
all I need to know about you. You know

what I'm saying? Because you give
yourself away. Your little clothes, your

little attitude, your college education,
they all say uptown, but you ain't

fooling me.

You were born poor, raised poor, and no
matter how bougie you act up here,

you're still poor.

Well, you got one thing right. I did go
to college.

And the fact that you didn't or couldn't
is your failing. My failing? Mm -hmm.

Failing. I chose not to go to college. I
had the full ride.

I made a military choice to defend my
country so that people like you could go

to college, graduate, and come out and
look down your noses at people like me.

Boy, I am from Clancyville, North
Carolina.

We were poor.

Rural poor.

None of your fancy -ass city poor, I
only have one TV and no cable.

You drank powdered milk and ate
government cheese.

When I got a full ride to state school,
I worked hard, damn hard, to learn how

to speak properly so I could fool the
likes of them. Yeah, so you could forget

where you came from.

No, so I could fool the likes of Judge
Carl Bouchard and all the Marvin Lloyds

of the world into thinking that I, too,
was born with a silver spoon in my

mouth.

We shouldn't really be doing this,
Bobby. Come on.

Have you heard a word I said?

Uh, yeah, powdered cheese and stuff.

Powdered milk.

You mix it with water, it turns blue.

What is it?

I know who killed Dennis Romney.

Those things will kill you, you know.

Second, how'd you know to look for me
here?

You know, we can spot our own.

You? Well, I quit nine months ago.

Better man than I am.

Dennis Rahman was a despicable,
blackmailing creep, wasn't he?

You told me he was just a poor, sweet
kid who was just trying to fit in.

But he wasn't that at all, though, was
he, Martin?

No, Dennis was.

mean -spirited jerk with a chip on his
shoulder.

He was contorted by envy and self
-hatred.

That poor sweet kid, the one who was
trying to fit in, that poor kid was you,

wasn't he, Marvin?

You know what?

They have this thing online where you
can pull up old college yearbooks, high

school yearbooks.

That's you in college.

Marvin Lloyd.

The eldest son of a West Virginia bank
owner.

Right over here.

Actually, he was in high school.

The eldest son of a West Virginia bank
guard.

Come on, man. Who doesn't polish their
resume?

You know, I talked to some people at
your school, Marvin.

And you're the guy.

You're the teacher that people remember
for the rest of their days.

Because you turn kids' lives around.

But not because of the history lessons
that you've taught.

It's because of the life lesson.

Don't do drugs. Don't get pregnant.

Don't join a gang.

Don't do anything that you would regret
for the rest of your life.

I think we're done here.

Excuse me.

But you know the one thing I could not
figure out was how.

How did you get into a locked room with
no key and no one seeing you? Then I

remembered. Carl was the one who said.

That you suggested.

Taking Dennis' body out through the
basement window.

Because that's how you got in, wasn't
it?

You have an active imagination,
detective. You should come and join our

class sometime.

There's one thing I want you to see
before you go.

Right here.

I've got the medical examiner's report.

As to the cause of death.

You know what that means, don't you?

Oh, my God.

That's right.

I don't know why I felt I had to have
those stupid things. I mean, a walkman,

for God's sake.

Dennis is awful. He was always sneaking
around. You don't know Detective. He

really was an awful person.

He said I had to give him money.

Money I certainly didn't have.

A couple of weeks later, he comes to me
and says that Greg had told him about

the accounting. He said that Greg was
going to pay him $600 later that night

keep some secret.

He didn't tell me what Greg's secret
was, but he said he wanted the same from

me. I didn't have $6, let alone $600.

But I said I would get it as long as he
kept his mouth shut in the chapter room.

But he didn't.

Barely.

As I took him back to the couch, he

says that his price has just gone up.

When we left, I went upstairs into
Greg's room and found Greg's envelope

cash.

I got back into the chapter room through
the window like you said.

So when I get there, Dennis is doing a
line of code. I give him the money and

says it's a good start.

Now it's a thousand.

What? He says he wants a thousand
dollars every month.

And so when he bent over to do another
line of code, yeah, I lost my mind.

But there was no pulse, no breath. And
so I just sat him back up on the couch.

Went back out the window. Where came in?

You know the rest.

But I tried to make up for it,
detective.

I found a job in a school near where he
grew up.

I like to think I made some kind of
difference.

And I kept telling myself, you've paid
your debt.

What do you think, Detective?

I don't know.

You'll have to ask his parents.

Have a seat.

We have positively identified the victim
found at the Omega Kappa Rho fraternity

house.

And your son, Dennis.

Are you sure?

Your interview with us as well as other
physical evidence makes us sure.

What happened?

There was a fight.

A fight?

Over what?

Nothing important.

Just one of those things.

And they got scared.

Why would anybody want to fight Dennis?

He was a good boy.

How did our son die?

Was it painful?

There are still tests that have to be
done. But as much as we can tell, Dennis

died quickly.

And painlessly.

I chose the military because of my
family.

I mean, my brother was in.

My uncle was a lifer.

And I guess I was just afraid that I
wouldn't fit in in college.

I was afraid, too.

It's terrifying.

Not nearly as terrifying as being shot
at in Kuwait.

North Carolina, huh?

Yeah.

That's nice and all, but I'm afraid you
don't really know poor, because we were

so poor, we couldn't afford the measles.

Well, we were so poor, all we ate was
jam sandwiches.

Two pieces of bread, jammed together.

You know that's my joke.

His son really wasn't a good boy, was
he?

No, but they don't need to know that.

All the truth about how he died.

I mean, Dennis may have been a nasty
blackmailing creep, but he did not

to die like that.

The medical examiners report as to the
cause of death.

You know what that means, don't you?

My God.

You nasty!

Get like that!

Wait!

Thank you.