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[The Ramones] ♪ When I'm lyin' in my bed at night ♪

♪ I don't wanna grow up [school bell ringing]

♪ Nothin' ever seems to turn out right ♪

♪ And I don't wanna grow up... ♪

[Devan] We have a presentation over here that you might be interested in.

Would anyone like a brochure?

I can't say these refrigerator magnets

are a big draw either.

This isn't working, is it?

I'm sure this antiseptic lab coat isn't helping.

Oh, hi.

Oh, my God, did you see that?

Come on.

Yeah, but if they saw me up to my elbows

in large intestine, they'd think it's really hot.

So, Jordan, did you think you'd be doing this

when you were in high school?

Oh, I was happy just to graduate.

Becoming a doctor wasn't even a pipe dream.

I bet you were a very interesting teenager.

Interesting good or interesting weird?

Just interesting.

Ah.

What about you?

Uh, I'm guessing cheerleader?

Of course. Brochure?

Nice. Shorts, little sweaters.

The occasional short skirt?

Oh, uniform on game day.

Rah rah rah.

Oh, yearbook?

"Most Likely to Never Change."

You?Oh, "Most Likely to do five to ten."

Oh. I would've hated you.

Likewise.[dog barking]

Police! Get against the wall!

Down on your knees, now!

Do what you're told. Keep your mouths closed.

I didn't do anything.

Hands behind your head!

Be quiet, don't be stupid.

Police, get against the wall!

What are you looking for?Who are you?

M.E.'s Office.

We got a tip a shipment of crack

made its way onto school grounds.

That's my locker, wait a minute.

I didn't do anything!

Hey!

[groaning]

Back off, lady. This is police business.

Hey, I'm a doctor, okay?

What he needs is a lawyer.

He's fine.

The hell he is. He's in shock.

I need some help.

Is he okay?

No, do you know his name?

It's Steven Hayes.

Can I do anything?

Yeah, call the paramedics.

Steven. Come on, Steven.

Gotcha.

We got one.

Excuse me, Sergeant.

He's dead.

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

[ominous music]

Standard procedure, detective?

Sergeant O'Hara insists his actions were warranted.

The kid was belligerent.

Does he look dangerous to you?

The lead was good.

IAB's on their way.

I mean, we can agree that clearly

this was an accident.

Look, Detective, we're not out to get your sergeant.

But if an autopsy shows that he's responsible,

he's responsible.

Should I talk to Macy about this?

You know what, you can call the Pope for all I care.

Our job is to find out why a 16-year-old boy is dead.

And I can promise you, no one here's taking sides.

Not yet, anyway.

Excuse me, Mr. Vasco?

What can you tell us about Steven Hayes?

He was a great kid.

Had some problems with his grades lately,

but he was a gifted athlete.

The fact that there were drugs in his locker

is unbelievable to me.

You have any trouble with him before?

No.

Steven was our star running back.

He liked to joke around,

but he was never in any trouble.

What about his parents? Any other siblings?

He was an only child, raised by his father.

Mom died when he was little.

Is there any history of drug abuse in the family?

[male voice] Absolutely not.

My boy never did any damn drugs, and you know it.

What have you done with my son's body?

I want to see my boy.

Mr. Hayes, I'm very sorry,

but, uh, he's on his way to the morgue.

Then I want to speak to the cop who killed him.

You have every right to be upset,

but I can assure you, nobody killed your son.

The hell he didn't.

There are 50 witnesses out there

who saw the whole damn thing.

And if you people think I'm gonna sit back

and let you whitewash this...

Please, please.

I know this is a terrible tragedy,

but there's gonna be an investigation.

Somebody's gonna pay for this.

You hear me?

Someone's gonna pay.

[Woody] Hey, what's up, guys?

Looks like spring went on strike, I'm freezing.

Bug, tell me you brought another one of those for me.

Since when do you drink hot green tea

with honey and black pearls?

Since my lips are so frostbit, they're about to fall off.

Enjoy.

[laughs] Ah, what a guy.

What a guy.

What's going on, Lily? What brings you out here?

Department says I need to complete 85 hours of field work.

This is my first case.

Sorry it's not more exciting.

Looks like man versus city bus with an obvious outcome.

Poor guy.

A dozen witnesses were onboard.

They all say the same thing.

He just appeared in the street without any warning.

Massive contusions to the head, courtesy of the front bumper.

The best part is, Donald Foster was an employee

of the U.S. Government.

What's so good about that?

They smacked an IRS auditor.

Hey.

Show a little respect.

So, he either got tired of being despised

and decided to call it quits...

or he was distracted by all the evil deeds

he was hatching in his brain.

Either way, accident or suicide?

Bug, take your pick.

Not so fast.

Don't tell me I missed something.

Oh, okay, I won't.

But you did.

Take a look at the top of his head.

See this pattern here?

Something oddly shaped

hit him on the cranium.

Not a bus bumper?

Not a bus bumper.

[Macy] Jordan?

I just got off the phone with Walcott.

The kid's father already has a lawyer

who's issuing a cease and desist order.

That oughta make our jobs a lot easier.

The want an independent pathologist

to observe the autopsy.

So Dr. Melborne is coming in from Philadelphia.

Oughta be here in a couple of hours.

It's gonna be open and shut.

The cop did it.

You sure about that?

Seems pretty clear to me.

What's clear is that a 16-year-old is dead,

and there are a lot of unanswered questions.

Are you defending the police?

Look, you saw the same thing I did.

The kid was a football player, in decent shape.

There was one punch.

With a fist, not a nightstick.

And it's possible that punch caused severe internal damage.

You're jumping to conclusions.

Let the evidence speak for itself.

[Macy] Who's gonna speak for Steven Hayes?

I need you to check and recheck your findings.

We are literally policing the police,

so just be sure.

What do you got?

Deep bruising and internal swelling,

indicative of internal bleeding.

Scratches on his arms and elbows.

Probably from struggling with the cop.

Well, then again,

football players take a lot of punishment on a field.

She's right.

Perfectly healthy looking athlete dies

from a single blow to the abdomen.

Doesn't make any sense.

How we doing on the tox screen, Nigel?

[Nigel] Negative for hematologic abnormalities.

Gonna take a bit longer to run the drug assay.

I'm not convinced all those bruises are from the raid.

[Nigel] Newspaper says Harding High had a football game last night.

Okay, we're in dangerous territory here.

Identify every contusion on his body.

Any recent ones, I want to know how they got there.

Okay, where should we start?

Well, like he said, Hayes played football last night.

We start with the coach.

Your field trip or mine?

Something tells me you might be a little more effective

with jocks than I would.

Oh. Okay.

You know, I've been trying to shake

the whole cheerleader image for a long time.

Is it that bad?

Keep trying, love.

[knocks]

Coach Vickers?

Let me guess. Another TV reporter.

Oh, no, sir. Not even close.

I'm Dr. Devan Maguire. I'm from the coroner's office.

You work with stiffs all day?

Well, someone needs to brighten the place up.

You like football, Doc?

Nothing gets between me and my Patriots.

So, I imagine you knew Steven Hayes pretty well.

He was on my team since freshman year.

Strong player.

Nice kid too.

I need to know when he played last.

Last night.

Against St. Joe's.

He took a wicked beating.

Was he injured?

We had four of our players carried off the field.

Hayes was one of 'em.

Wow, tough night.

How was he hit?

He got clipped.

Aggravated his knee problem.

That's not exactly the injury we were looking for.

Something else caused the abdominal bleeding.

Which leads me to drug use.

Hayes seemed clean.

I mean, these kids today,

they do what they want when they want.

Would it surprise me if he was using? Absolutely.

But, uh, these guys surprise me every day.

Excuse me?

Are you the woman who tried to save Steven?

I'm one of them, why?

I'm his girlfriend-- was his girlfriend.

Can I just talk to you for a second?

Of course. I'm so sorry.

I'm Devan.

Andrea.

I just can't believe he's gone.

How long did you two know each other?

Since, like, first grade.

I think we always knew we'd end up together, you know?

It just felt right.

Andrea, did the police ask you any questions yet?

I tried talking to that guy, Detective Cruz,

but he wouldn't listen to a word I said.

All this talk about Steven's drug problem?

He didn't even smoke cigarettes.

Well, then why was the crack in his locker?

Look, I'm not lying to you.

I don't know how it got there, but it wasn't his.

Steven was a crappy student,

and he did a lot of stupid things.

But buying and selling, that wasn't one of them.

[Cruz] What do you think you're doing?

Nothing, we're just talking.

No, you don't talk to a witness without talking to me first.

You understand?

Yeah, whatever you say.

Okay, here is the lowdown.

Mr. Internal Revenue Service here

did not just stroll into traffic.

He was in the neighborhood to audit one Victor Carlson.

So, was he murdered before or after

he ruined someone's day?

[Woody] You couldn't just let this

be an accident, could you, Bug?

I'm not the one who deliberately slammed something

into his skull.

So, what do we do next?

Next, I am gonna go visit Victor Carlson.

It would help my next evaluation if I followed this case

from beginning to end.

And you know how helpful Bug can be,

examining the crime scene and all.

[knock on door]

Hello. Can I help you?

Hi, how are you?

I'm Detective Woody Hoyt, Boston PD.

Oh, um, Frances Littleton.

Do you mind if we ask you

a few questions regarding this morning's, um, bus tragedy?

Oh, not at all.

What a terrible accident.

Please, come in.

I'm sort of in the middle of something.

Oh, those smell fantastic.

Oh, aren't you sweet? Do you bake?

Not really. I'm better at burning.

Oh, well, you should keep trying.

Cooking is very therapeutic.

The deceased had an appointment with Victor Carlson

this morning.

Was Mr. Carlson one of your boarders?

Oh, yes. For seven years.

He's a lovely man.

Would you like a muffin?

Oh, thank you.

Is he here now?

No, uh, Victor drove off in a hurry this morning.

I don't know why.

Do you know where he went?

No, I'm sorry, I don't.

Could--could we see his room, please?

Oh, of course.

This him?

Yes.

And his wife.

Uh, a lonely widower subsisting on a government pension.

It's--it's sad, really.

A man of simple needs.

He has his past. Sometimes it's enough.

Don't yell at me, Renee.

No, we can't start cutting until the independent pathologist--

[knock on door]

I gotta call you back. I got a situation.

Why is that high school

crawling with medical examiners?

Possibly because a violent death occurred there this morning.

Last I heard, Dr. Maguire was going alone.

But she's interviewing witnesses.

That's part of her job, Detective Cruz.

Yeah, it's part of her job to gun for my sergeants?

She's not gunning for anyone.

Half the city's out for O'Hara's head on a plate.

And somebody's gotta stand up for him.

This kid was built like a brick outhouse.

You think some light punches killed him?

When we know why he died, we'll pass it along.

I've seen a dozen guys drop dead because of cocaine.

Blood pressure right through the roof,

the heart craps out, they're gone.

That's it, end of story.

Excited delirium due to cocaine overdose,

I'm familiar with the syndrome.

There is so far no evidence that kid was high.

Cocaine in the locker

means cocaine in the bloodstream.

That's it, guaranteed.

The kid was full of drugs.

Drugs, yes. Cocaine, no.

Barbiturates.

The plot thickens, the mystery deepens.

Dead teens do tell tales, I guess.

Where were you guys?

Mrs. Littleton gave us some cookies

to share with the staff.

We thought the guys in the garage might like a few.

That's cute, could we get back to work, please?

Here's the inside dirt on Victor Carlson.

Hmm, 11 years ago our tax offender

retired from the U.S. Postal Service

after 37 years on the job.

Postal worker, what a surprise.

Only smudges on his sheet are two incidences

of domestic violence in the early '80s.

So much for the lonely widower who misses his wife terribly.

If two reports were filed, how many weren't?

The question is, is it enough to assume that the old guy

snapped, killed the IRS dude, and took off?

I'd love to ask him that question myself.

Where do you think he is?

I'm looking into family out of state,

and his car is not at the boarding house,

so I'm assuming he's driving-- [cell phone ringing]

I got highway patrol keeping their eyes open.

This is Hoyt.

Mrs. Littleton, slow down.

I can't understand what you're saying.

No, Mrs. Littleton.

No, do not put yourself in any danger.

Do you understand me? I will be right there.

Okay?

Victor Carlson's back.

I tried to keep him here.

I knew you wanted to talk to him.

But he was in such a hurry.

He went to his room, and about five minutes later,

rushed out again.

He came back for the photo of he and his wife.

[Bug] That's pretty weird.

Under the circumstances.

I'm really sorry, I--

I did the best I could.

You did the right thing not interfering.

He's dangerous, Ma'am.

Oh, well, I'm afraid that I did interfere

just a little.

I--I followed him to the door and listened.

He made a telephone call.

I couldn't make out the words, though.

The phone has a redial.

[phone dialing]

[phone ringing]

Freedom Bus Line.

I take it that was the independent pathologist.

[Jordan] Dr. Melborne.

In all his rage and glory.

[Devan] He didn't look too happy when he left.

[Jordan] I think he lost

his expert witness money.

The lung tissue shows signs

or gradual, long-term respiratory failure.

You're thinking it's from prolonged drug use?

Well, given the cocaine in his locker

and the barbiturates in his system,

I doubt this'll go to trial now.

I noticed some scars on his tongue.

They look old.

Seizures maybe?

That's my guess.

Question is, were they drug-induced?

Fat necrosis of the pancreas.

The digestive enzymes damaged the blood vessels,

causing them to rupture into the intestinal cavity.

Okay, so I'll admit it. You were right, I was wrong.

No, not necessarily.

The kid was 16.

His father, his coach, his girlfriend,

they're all painting a very different picture.

If this kid was living another life outside of football,

we need to know about it.

Try talking to Principal Vasco again.

Information like this doesn't really come

from the principal's office.

Look, you already talked to the jocks and cheerleaders.

Now it's my turn.

Hey, guys. Can I have a minute?

I'm not a cop. I'm a doctor.

Uh, I just have a few questions

about what happened this morning.

What happened is Steven Hayes got himself killed.

Did any of you know him?

Did he hang out with you guys?

Um, I think you're asking the wrong people here, lady.

Steven Hayes didn't hang out with guys like us.

He played ball.

You know, he was Mr. Popularity.

And you can't be both.

Oh, come on, man, even jocks use sometimes.

Steven got busted.

All our tests show that he had a problem.

Now, any of you ever party with him?

You weren't afraid to talk to me when the raid was happening.

You even called for help. Why not talk to me now?

Look, I--I don't know what you're saying, lady,

but, uh, if you wanna discuss this privately,

you know, my ride's right in the parking lot.

It's got a real nice back seat.

We can get comfortable.

Yeah, well, thanks, I-- I think I'll pass, man.

Look, I just want to find out--

Find out what exactly, Dr. Cavanaugh?

I'm outta here.

Principal Vasco, what a surprise.

Had I known you wanted to talk

to some of our less cooperative students,

I could've arranged something.

I prefer to keep things a little more impromptu.

I'd prefer you didn't.

Can I offer you a security escort back to your car?

I think I can handle it.

Please, let me know if I can be of further assistance.

You know where to find me.

Yeah, uh, how could I forget?

Did you finish the autopsy?

We're still running some labs.

It wasn't just O'Hara, right?

I mean, there's more to Hayes' death than that.

I'm just trying to do my job here.

Why are you being so impatient, Detective?

To keep things from happening that shouldn't happen.

Like what?

I had a partner,

got crucified for being too rough

with a dirt-bag kid who raped an old lady.

Turned out he wasn't 18 yet.

The kid went to Juvie,

my partner went to a desk job.

Permanently.

The laws are written to protect everyone.

The laws are written

for a different world at a different time.

You clear my sergeant, and let's move on.

I'll let you know when Dr. Cavanaugh and I

complete our investigation.

[school bell ringing]

No, I came up empty.

I was trying to get one of the kids to talk

when Vasco showed up and ruined everything.

Devan, tell Garret he's gotta hang on a little longer.

I know he's under a lot of pressure,

but until we can figure out exactly what killed Steven,

Cruz and the D.A.'s office

are gonna have to wait.

Okay, bye.

Don't scream, just put it in gear

and get us outta here.

Relax, if you want money, just take it, man.

I don't want your money, Doc. I'm a cop.

Where's that green tea when you need it?

There's a cute little cafe around the corner

that makes a killer latte.

Three doubles on me

if we're back in the car in five minutes.

You are on.

Carlson's auto is a '69 Eldorado.

Hard to miss, considering it's the size of the QE2.

Sorry, Lily.

I'll have to take a rain check on that latte.

Victor Carlson, freeze.

Victor?

I think he took your request literally.

Dead as a mackerel.

I'm sorry, I just couldn't risk

Vasco seeing us together and getting suspicious.

The school supervisory committee hired me.

He only knows me as "the transfer kid from Connecticut."

How long have you been working narcotics?

Deep cover at this school about three months.

But I'm just scratching the surface.

So what do you know about Steven Hayes?

I know he was a lousy student, and I know he didn't use at all.

You saw the report. I mean, if that's true,

how'd the downers get in his system?

Yeah, and the drugs in his locker.

I try to track every major drug dealer

who comes into the school,

and that crack popped outta nowhere.

So you didn't have anything to do with the raid this morning?

Zero, crack of dawn, I get a call from my division captain.

Vasco ordered the whole thing.

I'm supposed to keep my head down and stay out of trouble.

Why Vasco?

That's what I keep asking.

The only thing they found was the rock in Hayes' locker.

It's like he was the only target.

So Vasco ordered the raid.

And Steven Hayes is the only kid affected.

And the specific drug in his locker wasn't in his system

or bought from the school supplier.

Looks like there's more

to Vasco's relationship with Steven than we know about.

Okay, so based on what we got so far,

Carlson panicked, clocked the auditor,

left, came back, left again, went to the bus station,

but what happened after that?

My guess, the stress was too much for him.

Probably had a massive coronary or stroke.

Old guy never even made it out of his car.

Temperature's been so low,

his body probably started to freeze

less than an hour after he expired.

How long is it going to take to defrost him?

Derma, just a few minutes, but internal organs

could take several hours.

Okay, tomorrow morning I'm going to go back

to Frances Littleton's house, see if I could find

the murder weapon.

If I can place Carlson's prints on something--

Case closed.

Remember, heavy object, odd design.

Thank you, Bug. That really narrows it down.

Just trying to help.

Dr. Maguire?

My secretary

didn't tell me anyone was still here.

Just going through

some of Steven's records.

Hope you don't mind my burning the midnight oil.

Well, it has been an exceptionally long day, but--

Everyone tells me Steven's grades were in trouble,

but according to this, he recently made

some significant improvements.

From a "D" to a "B" in several subjects.

Fast too.

I was, uh...unaware he'd been working so hard.

Seems a little odd, doesn't it?

Given everything we're learning about him.

[cell phone ringing]

Sorry, 'scuse me. Maguire.

[girl on phone] Dr. Maguire?

It's me, Andrea. Steven's girlfriend.

I'm sorry.

What can I do for you?

There's something I haven't told you.

This didn't have anything to do with drugs.

Tell me more, what do you mean?

I want everyone to know the truth.

Go to my locker, make sure Vasco doesn't see you.

It's number 3-41.

The combination's the same as my phone number on your phone.

When's the last time you read Human Anatomy?

It's been awhile.

Read it cover to cover.

[hangs up]

Everything okay?

Work.

Listen, if it's all right with you,

I'd like keep going here for awhile.

Thank you.

Good night, Doctor.Good night.

Jordan, it's me.

I'm still looking around and get this.

Steven and Vasco just became

exponentially more complicated.

Guess who else is "Most likely to do five to ten."

[Jordan] Vasco has a family.

He's been married for 20 years.

Don't forget his wife's on the school board.

Look, I'm not here

to pass judgment on some guy's infidelity.

Connect it to Steven Hayes.

Vasco ordered the last minute drug bust, right?

Yeah, he called us the night before

and, uh, he insisted on it.

Everyone, including your informant,

says Steven was clean.

Yet, he was targeted for the bust as a potential dealer.

Why? Because Steven had

something on the principal, knowledge of an affair

Vasco needed to keep quiet.

Okay, so Vasco used the drug bust

to cover up his after-school fling.

But if Steven was the innocent in all this,

how'd the drugs get in his system?

There's still something about Steven Hayes

we don't know about yet.

If we could just find all the pieces,

maybe we can put the puzzle together.

[Devan] Maybe Andrea wanted us to find this picture

of them as kids.

All right, so...

how big do you like it?

Well, I meant the photograph, of course.

Just keep enlarging it till I tell you when to stop.

Fine, if you must be vague about it.

Let's try 20 times.

Let's go bigger.

What are we looking for, Doctor?

Yes, Doctor, do tell.

Something I noticed around his neck.

A medallion.

[Nigel] Yeah, computer,

enhance graphic times five.

Isolate.

Focus.

Unless Saint Francis looks like a serpent,

I'd say that's a medical alert pendant.

No, there's no physical impairment

listed in his file.

Yeah, there was nothing on him when he died.

So why would young Mr. Hayes wear a caduceus?

For a problem no one's talking about anymore?

Maybe something

we weren't supposed to dig up.

What do you think Mrs. Littleton baked this morning?

I'm thinking a nice Irish soda bread

or some hot steaming popovers.

Mmm, take a deep breath.

If you close your eyes, you can almost smell 'em.

[both inhale deeply]

Ugh!

[Bug] How does a guy decompose overnight?

Is it the thermal blanket?

This is impossible. He just died yesterday.

I'm stunned Mr. Carlson could have done such a thing.

He's always been such a sweet, generous soul.

People are tough to predict, Mrs. Littleton.

Desperation can affect us in unfortunate ways.

Oh, ain't it the truth.

[sighs]

If it hadn't been for that IRS man,

he probably would have lived quietly for a few more years.

Yes, ma'am, but you can hardly blame the poor auditor.

He was merely doing his job.

People should be left alone in their twilight years

to enjoy the time that they have left.

Amen to that.

So what brings you back here, Detective?

First of all, your baking.

Mmm.

Second...

I was hoping to find a murder weapon.

Close this case out.

Mr. Carlson could have hit that man over the head

with almost anything.

True, but I'd like to find something

that retains prints easily.

Some sort of household item?

Metal or ceramic.

If I can lift a print, I can verify the assailant.

That's what I was afraid of.

Mrs. Littleton, I have to tell you,

those scones rock.

Mrs. Littleton, um...

do you, uh...

I have to ask you, do you wash--

do you, um, wash the stove regularly?

Do you clean it regularly?I do.

And no one in the house is allowed in the kitchen

except for me.

I'm sorry to hear that, because, I, um...

[clears throat]

I couldn't help but notice that--

that your burners match the, uh...

Too much tea, dear?

Based on the rate of decomp and the status

of the remaining tissue, I put time of death

at more than a year and a half ago.

Doesn't really square with Mrs. Littleton's account,

does it? Not hardly.

This poor guy's been in deep freeze

for at least 18 months.

Mr. Carlson's pension checks were being mailed

to the boarding house all this time.

Last one was cashed ten days ago.

I doubt he was up for a visit to the ATM.

According to Social Security,

it was cosigned by Frances Littleton.

Can you do a search on other accounts

where Mrs. Littleton cosigned?

Three other boarders were having their government-issued checks

sent to Frances' place.

I don't like where this is headed.

[Macy] Mr. Hayes, I know how difficult this can be.

How could you possibly know?

The lies.

The accusations.

Would you just let me have my boy back

so I can bury him in peace?

I'm sorry, but I can't do that yet.

We need to discuss a few things.

[Jack] Dragging his reputation through the dirt wasn't enough.

He still wants some more.

When Steven was younger, he wore a medical alert medallion.

What was it for?

I don't know what you're talking about.

There's something deleted from his medical records, Mr. Hayes.

What was so damn important that the world couldn't know

your son was ill?

[sighs]

Steven was epileptic.

Since he was a kid, all he wanted

to do was play football.

Back then, medications were less sophisticated.

The disease was scary.

No one wanted to let him play.

As Steven got older, he learned how to control

his seizures, how to hide them.

After my wife passed, I didn't want to keep our son

from doing what he loved.

So you made believe it didn't exist.

Only to the schools he attended.

Steven still saw doctors.

He still took his medication.

There was no paper trail.

I paid off a doctor friend of mine to fill out

his yearly sports physical.

Nothing was written down that would affect

his playing status.

I felt I-I was doing the right thing.

What drug was he taking, Mr. Hayes?

Something new.

An anti-convulsant.

He'd been on it for a few months.

That's what looked like barbiturates in his system.

The seizure meds have the same chemical breakdown.

The meds could have triggered the pancreatitis.

Steven's internal organs were swollen and bleeding.

It was probably already happening

when he was hit by the police officer.

Are you saying those meds are what killed him?

This whole phony drug charge

had nothing to do with it?

No, we're not saying that at all, Mr. Hayes.

But it's starting to look like

there were a lot of other contributing factors

to your son's death.

The bad reaction to his meds just being one of them.

Oh, my God.

I just wanted my son to be happy.

That's all.

You know?

What did you do to me?

Just slipped you some sleeping pills

that were lying around.

They won't kill you.

I have to take care of that myself.

Not a good idea, Mrs. Littleton.

Please, dear, call me Frances.

And don't take it personally.

It's just bad timing on your part.

Frances.

Don't be stupid.

That's what the IRS man said.

Before I cracked him over the head.

If he hadn't stumbled out into the street,

he could have kept Victor and the others company.

Others?

I didn't kill any of those people, you know.

They all just died.

I didn't report their deaths. Why should I?

What was the government going to do

with all that extra money anyway?

[doorbell buzzing]

Who the hell is that?

[Woody grunting in pain]

[doorbell buzzing]

Don't go away.

I'll be right back.

I'm coming! Damn it.

[doorbell buzzing persistently]Hold your horses.

Hello, you two.

What a surprise.

What brings you here on such a chilly morning?

We were looking for Detective Hoyt.

Detective Hoyt?

I haven't seen him today.

That's funny because that's his car right there.

I'll tell him that you're looking for him.

If I see him.

You don't mind if we come in, do you?

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Don't drink that!

Don't drink that!

Don't. This tea party's over.

She did it. She did it with this.

Oh, that's right, big mouth.

Blame it on the old lady.

It's not enough that I have to take it up the wazoo

from the HMO and the Social Security,

and now the cops too.

Where's the justice?

I was just trying to make a living.

I mean, come on.

They were dead, for God's sake.

So the drugs in his system weren't narcotics.

They were prescription?

Well, link the six grams of crack we found

in the kid's locker to Vasco.

Your own in-house informant just called and told me

a dealer selling that specific grade of crack cocaine

works out of Summerville.

Guess who lives with his wife and two daughters

in that very neighborhood?

Mr. Principal?

I'm shocked.

Has anyone tried to lift a print off

the baggie that was confiscated?

No, we didn't have any reason to.

Well, you have one now.

Excuse me, but I'm talking to someone here.

Call can wait.

I'll get back to you.

Mr. Vasco, we got some questions in regards

to your relationship with Steven Hayes.

My relationship?

What are you talking about? Who are you?

Garret Macy, Chief M.E.

We thought you should see these.

Steven Hayes never used.

But you planted those drugs in his locker

just to decimate his credibility.

You were having an affair, and Steven knew about it.

He was gonna ruin my life.

So instead, you ruined his.

Your impromptu bust aided in his death.

I'm not responsible for that boy's death.

The police department is at fault.

Hey, we acted on your information.

I didn't kill anybody.

Actually, you did. Steven was epileptic.

He was on a new medication that caused internal bleeding.

He'd already sustained injuries from a football game,

and your raid was the final blow.

[Devan] Cops punched him once in the abdomen,

rupturing his pancreas and causing

a severe, painful hemorrhage.

I didn't know Steven was ill.

It seems withholding that information

from his records puts his father at fault.

[Macy] The man's son is dead.

Agree with what he did or not,

he's gotta live with that the rest of his life.

[Jordan] Just a suggestion.

Framing Steven and trying to cover up

an innocent kid's death might not sit well

with the board.

You might wanna consider resigning.

Oh, Devan, hey.

I just wanna say that you did some really great work.

Huh, thanks. I think.

What's wrong? Case closed, right?

Yeah, I just kinda wanted to catch a bad guy.

Well, be happy we figured out what really happened.

I made so many mistakes.

I mean, I specifically remember saying

this was an open and shut case of police brutality.

You told me not to jump to conclusions.

And what did I do?

Great jumping, really.

Sorry.

Don't beat yourself up.

Man, going back to that high school

really brought back some memories.

I mean, it actually kinda surprised me

how little things have changed.

All those different cliques.

Still think we would have hated each other?

Oh, definitely.

Yeah, but you know, different strokes, right?

Absolutely.

So, uh, do you-- what do you wanna do?

Grab some dinner?

No, not really. Me neither.

Great, well, see you tomorrow then.

All right, good night.Okay.

[Ramones] ♪ When I see my parents fight

♪ I don't wanna grow up

♪ I don't wanna have to shout it out ♪

♪ I don't want my hair to fall out ♪

♪ I don't wanna have to learn to count ♪

♪ I don't want the biggest amount ♪

♪ No, I don't want to grow up ♪