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Hi. Am I late?

-No, I was early. Hi.
-Sorry. Hi.

Chief resident let me get out
a couple hours before.

Well, I would have been here sooner,
but I couldn't get out of the house.

I kept going back for one more hug.
It's the first time we've left Aiden since...

I know, since he went missing.

A little separation anxiety,
that's normal, right?

Absolutely normal. He'll be fine.

Especially with Delia sitting.

It's...

I know that the shadows
haven't been back. Just--

Maybe they're waiting for us
to let our guard down.

Honey, that's not gonna happen.
It'll be fine.

So, Aiden.
Any separation anxiety on his side?

No.

He couldn't wait for me to leave so he
could show his Aunt Delia magic tricks.

That's because he's like his mother,
gifted and resilient.

Where is Eli?

I don't care.

Oh.

Hi, Eli.

Wondering where you are.

Sorry.

The behaviorists got into it
with the Freudians

at the faculty meeting.

It wasn't pretty.

I'll be right there.

Uh-oh, I spoke too soon.

What do you mean?

-I'm being busted by Five-0.
-What?

Smokey's on my tail.

You're getting pulled over?

Okay,
it's probably your tail light.

I'll never survive in prison.

Been telling you
to get that thing fixed.

Please tell me you'll visit me
in the pokey.

Eli, you're not going to jail.
You're just getting a ticket.

Ringside seats. Fantastic.

Yeah.

You know why I stopped you?

If it's the coffee filters I stole,
I'll bring them back.

No, it's your taillight.

I know.
Coffee filters thing was a joke.

You think this is funny?

A little. No?

-No.
-Step out of the vehicle.

A field sobriety test? Is he drunk?

No. He's just Eli.

Oh, I would give anything
to know what he's saying to that cop.

I'd like to know why that cop
has a ghost in his backseat.

Be right back.

So, did I pass, or...?

I'm writing you a ticket
for your taillight.

Seriously?

You can't just give me a warning?

Tell him to shut up.

-Who?
-Me?

What are you doing?

Uh...

I'm friends with Dr. James.

Step back.

This doesn't concern you.

Do what he says.

He's a killer with a badge.

Can you see us?

Thanks for coming in.

Let me guess. Detective Blair
wouldn't take care of your ticket.

Wouldn't even come down
on the price.

She told me
I should cut Officer Ramsey

some slack 'cause he's been
through a lot lately.

The shooting he was involved in.

Is that what it was?
Blair didn't give me any details.

Just said he was on leave.
How did you find out?

I called the station and asked

if he'd killed anybody
in the line of duty.

Just like that?

-Jeez.
-Mm-hmm.

Blair's been holding out.

And here I thought we bonded
because I told her about our gift.

Anyway, Ramsey didn't kill anyone
but his partner did,

and he just happened to be there.

This guy, Todd Moresco.

He's our ghost?

I didn't get a good enough look at him,
but he's definitely in the running.

"Meth addict shot
during routine traffic stop.

Officer Luis Simon shot
and killed Todd Moresco

when the suspect turned a gun
on his partner, Officer Ramsey." Whoa.

Ramsey went
on a six-month leave of absence.

Think he did something wrong?

The ghost does.

He's only been back to work
for a few of weeks.

Okay, well, if Moresco's our ghost,

why is he haunting Ramsey
and not the cop who shot him?

Maybe he's haunting them both.

It's so nice of you to do this.

It's not a problem. We usually have
these neighborhood watch packets,

but I guess we ran out.

Oh. It's a dangerous world,
even here.

We have to keep Grandview safe.

And we appreciate it.

Oh.

Officer Simon.

I'm sorry. I didn't recognize your name
from the paper.

The drug addict, the one you...

Well, you shot him, right? And he died?

That's right.

Hard to move past
something like that.

Well, it is what it is.

I don't like to second-guess
decisions I make on the job.

You're not haunted by it?

No, I'm not.

I'm sure they figured out
you didn't do anything wrong.

My partner and I were cleared.
It was a righteous shoot.

Your partner,
he took a leave of absence.

He did,
but it wasn't a disciplinary move.

It was personal. He had a hard time
dealing with what happened.

-Harder than you?
-Different.

I didn't have a choice. I had to shoot.

Moresco had a gun
pointed at my partner's head.

But for Doug, it was different.

It was his gun.

-I didn't know that.
-It happened so quick.

One second he's telling this junkie
to get out of the car.

The next thing you know,
the guy's got Doug's gun.

I can't imagine it.

Worst thing that can happen to a cop.

Having his gun turned on him?
Especially a guy like Doug.

He's tough, always in control.

He prided himself on the fact

he never fired his weapon
in the line of duty.

The fact that it was his gun
that forced me to fire...

Look, everything's here.
You're all set to go.

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

Hey, Anne-Marie. How are you?
I didn't realize it was so late.

Where's Doug?

Your father went
to get a ballistics report.

Should've been back a half hour ago.
He'll be here any minute.

Great.

You're not an officer, too, are you?

I'm in high school.

This is Anne-Marie Ramsey.
It's my partner's daughter.

Oh, hi. I'm Melinda Gordon.

-If we're done here, why don't we--
-It's really nice

that you come by
and visit your father after school.

More like report to.

Nice would be sipping
a skinny vanilla latte

on the square with my friends.

Oh. Well.

Bye.

-Take it to the impound, thanks.
-Will do, officer.

Hey!

Hey! No, no, no! Wait!

Wait, that's my car! Please!

That's my car!

Mm. Don't worry about the car.
I'll go down to the impound lot

and straighten out as much as I can.

It just must've been
some sort of mix-up,

because it said
that my tags had expired,

but I always renew.

I remember the registration stickers
came in the mail

and I thought I left them
on the counter.

Maybe I tossed them by mistake.

It's just weird to see your car like that.

And then, I almost missed it
because Officer Ramsey was talking

to the tow truck driver.

Ramsey was there?

Yeah, why?

Nothing.
It's probably just a coincidence.

What do you mean?

Don't you think it's a little strange,
you're asking questions about a cop

and then that very same cop shows up
when the car gets towed?

What? You think Officer Ramsey's
trying to send me a message?

I think most cops are hard-working guys
with a tough job,

but there is the occasional bad egg.

-You know what I'm saying.
-Yeah. Yeah, I'll be careful.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Get back here!

Whoo! Yeah!

You're not Todd Moresco.
Who are you?

He wanted revenge...

and he got it.

Oh! You are the best.

Ah, least I could do after hijacking

-your car for the whole day.
-Thank you.

Besides, I need your help.
I found my ghost.

His name is Dylan Hale.

Oh, the kid from Grandview High
who died last month.

-You're sure it's him?
-Positive. Gave me a vision last night.

And you know he was admitted here.

Of course, which is why I need you
to find out what happened to him.

Skateboarding accident. Hit his head.

There was no skateboarding
in my vision.

-What did you see?
-Dylan was in a car.

He was driving past Ramsey's house.

Ramsey was angry,
and I mean, really angry.

And I'm starting to wonder
if the skateboarding story is a cover-up.

-For what?
-I don't know,

but if Ramsey brought that kid
into the ER,

maybe we're taking
the wrong person's word

for what really happened.

Whoa, whoa.
You think a cop hurt this kid?

Dylan seems to.
I mean, he's a cop, right?

They're people.
There can be good ones, bad ones.

Yeah, but killing a kid?

He went back to work
right before Dylan died.

Maybe he went back too soon.

Thinking PTSD?

Would make a man volatile.

I just wanna know where
that skateboarding story came from.

Okay, I will find out as much as I can.

-Thank you.
-After I get your car out of hock.

Come on.

Hey, uh, buddy.

Been waiting 20 minutes for this car.

Talk to him.

Sorry. Thanks.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Don't tell me.
You couldn't find the car.

No, we found it.

Good. Thanks.

Your car was accidentally tagged
for a drug search.

What?

It kind of got stripped.

Down to the frame.

What do you mean down to the frame?

Your steering wheel, seats,
stereo system, stuff like that?

-Right.
-They're pretty much gone.

-Tell me you're kidding.
-Sorry, bro, it's no joke.

Totally our bad, you'll get reimbursed.

Yeah. You know,
my wife really liked this car.

She'll get to go shopping
for a new one.

-All right, thanks.
-Yeah.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.
You said that someone told you

accidentally to strip my wife's car?

Yeah.

-Who?
-That, I don't know.

There's no paperwork on it,

one of the reasons
why we realized it was a mistake.

-A mistake, huh?
-Yeah.

All right. Thanks.

Yeah.

He made a mistake?

So, he killed my car? All right.
You know what? That's personal.

-I just think you need to be more careful.
-Don't worry.

I know how to handle this guy.

Phew.

Officer Ramsey?

Hi. Melinda Gordon.
We met over there the other night.

Did Dr. James get his taillight fixed?

Oh, you scared him straight.

-You have a knack for that.
-Good to know.

Which is what I'm hoping
that you will do

with the skateboarders around,

'cause they're always
in front of my store.

Mostly kids, teenagers.

-And you're concerned about?
-Safety.

Especially after that young kid died
in a skateboarding accident.

I don't think most skateboarding
accidents are that serious.

Still. How's his family doing?

I wouldn't know.
That death wasn't a police matter.

-It was an accident, not a crime.
-Right.

Right. I had heard
he was in trouble with the law?

Not that I know of.

Not here in Grandview anyway.

And not that it makes his death
any less tragic.

No, I-- I didn't mean that.

Miss Gordon.

I've been patrolling the square
for almost a month now

and I haven't noticed any skateboarders.

Ahh! That is a sandwich.

Hello.

Eli, come right in.

Since I figured
you're a one-car household

and I happened to be passing by,
I wanted to see if you needed a ride.

Oh, thanks.

Working a double. It's the worst.

I was going to ride my bike, but since
you were, um, just passing by?

My wife put you up to this.

She felt bad
about monopolizing your car.

Heard what happened, didn't you?

They didn't just tow her car.
They trashed it.

Who knew mistakes like that could happen?

I don't think anybody made a mistake.

What do you mean?

I don't want to sound like I'm overreacting,

but you stirred something up.

Me?

Well, you and Melinda.

That's kind of what we do.
We stir things up, then cross them over.

-Something like that.
-Eli, I'm serious.

I used to be a paramedic.
I know a bit about cops.

Any way you slice this,
there could be trouble.

Ramsey's haunted for a reason.

Let me say it simply.

If Ramsey's a good cop,
he'll do a lot to protect his reputation.

-If he's a bad cop--
-Who possibly killed a kid.

A high school kid.

I hear you.
I'm not saying stand by and do nothing.

Saying don't play games
with my wife's safety.

Yeah, yeah. I am saying that.

-I worry about her, okay?
-So do I.

-I know.
-No, listen, Jim.

-Melinda's my best friend.
-I know.

No, you don't.

I haven't had a friend like that
since I was 12.

Someone I've looked up to
and can learn things from.

I don't want anything bad
to happen to her, either.

Then hurry up and figure out
what this ghost wants.

Because if this car thing's a message
from Ramsey, he's on to her.

And you.

He didn't even bat an eye
when I mentioned Dylan.

And this was after my car
was mysteriously destroyed.

I mean, he is one cool customer.

Maybe he's not a cool customer.
Maybe he's just innocent.

Seriously? Since when did you
become a fan of Officer Ramsey?

Since never.

But it's possible he was telling the truth
about Dylan not having a juvie record.

Maybe they didn't know each other.

Look. I just talked to Detective Blair
ten minutes ago.

She told me off the record.

Whatever happened between them,
it's personal.

That's why Dylan was at his house
and said that Ramsey is out for revenge.

Were they neighbors?

Lots of neighbors hate each other.

No. They lived across town
from each other.

Maybe it was some sort of family feud.

-Family feud?
-Yeah.

Wait a minute. Family. He has a daughter.

She's in high school.
What if she and Dylan were dating

and that's how he got
on Ramsey's bad side?

And then some.

Wow. So, hats off to Dylan.

Takes a lot of cojones
to date a cop's daughter.

Okay, I'll call you later.

Hi.

Hi. Uh, I'm Melinda Gordon.

Yeah, we met down at the station.

I didn't think I made a good impression.

Sorry about that.
That place brings out the worst in me.

It's okay.

Sometimes my dad just gets to me.

He's way overprotective, you know?

My dad wasn't exactly
the hands-on type, so...

Lucky you. If Dad could have me
home-schooled, he would.

Thankfully he works, and my mom,
she took off a long time ago,

so he's got no choice.

He has to uncage me for school.

Did you need directions
to the main office?

No, I was hoping to run into you,
I wanted to talk to you.

Yeah? What about?

Dylan Hale. The kid who died
in the skateboarding accident?

What? Why?

Did you know him?

Everybody did.

It's not exactly a big school.

Look, I understand. About your dad.
Being on your case all the time.

Had to have been hard on you.
Both of you.

-I don't know what you're talking about.
-Were you and Dylan dating?

No.

Look, I gotta go.

Okay, look. wait.

This is gonna sound really strange,
but I have a gift.

I see ghosts.

-And I've seen Dylan's.
-What?

He doesn't belong here.

There is a reason he can't move on,
and I think you know what it is.

-Stop.
-Please. He needs your help.

I told you.

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

Anne-Marie knows something,
but she's scared.

She couldn't wait to get away.
That's when she dropped it.

-You think Dylan gave her this thing?
-It has to have some significance.

I saw him get clubbed.
It was so violent.

Sure it was a cop's nightstick?

It all happened so fast,
but that's what it looked like.

But you didn't see Ramsey's face.

No. Just the stick. I just wish I knew
where to go from here.

One of his friends
brought Dylan into the ER.

A kid named Jake Olmstead.

The one who said
it was a skateboarding accident?

That's what he said.
He just wiped out at the park.

-What about Dylan, what did he say?
-Nothing. He was barely conscious.

Why would his friend lie
to protect Officer Ramsey?

I don't know.
I know you wanna help this ghost,

but I don't want you
to take unwarranted risks.

And if Ramsey killed a kid
and he's trashed your car--

I'll stay out of trouble. Don't I always?

Not really.

Dr. James, come in.

Thanks for calling.
Been reading your work.

Didn't know I had fans.

Eh. I've been studying how adolescents
process the death of a peer.

How are the students handling the loss?

Eh, a lot of them are struggling.

-Some come for help. Others...
-Wouldn't step a foot through the door.

What about the kids
who knew Dylan well? You know?

Like his friend who was with him
when the accident happened.

Jake Olmstead. Right.

Checking in with Jake's
on my to-do list.

-Were they tight?
-No, actually.

Jake and Dylan were on opposite ends
of the social hierarchy,

with Dylan at the bottom.

-A shoved-in-your-own-locker kind of kid?
-Not quite, no. He was a loner.

Troubled family life.

Acted out. Spent a lot of time
in the principal's office.

And Jake?

Straight arrow.

Baseball jock, but with a brain.

Plus, everyone likes him.

How about Dylan's girlfriend?
How's she dealing with this?

He had a girlfriend?

Well, weren't he
and Anne-Marie Ramsey an item?

You know Anne-Marie?

I kind of know her dad.

Huh.

You got me.

Hard to keep track of hook-ups.

Don't think I ever saw her
with Dylan, though.

Jake, sometimes.

But not Dylan.

I don't mean to overstep, but...

if you could use a hand,
I'd be more than happy

to donate my therapy services
for a couple of hours a week.

Just until things calm down.

I'd need to clear it
with the administration, but of course.

Very generous.

I could start by talking to Jake Olmstead.

Great.

That's him.

I recognize him from the team photo.

Jake, right? I'm Dr. Eli James
and this is Melinda Gordon.

-What do you want?
-I'm working with Mitch Larson.

I'm a psychologist. Grief counselor.

-I don't need a shrink.
-Sure about that?

Weren't you with Dylan Hale
the night he died?

-Who told you that?
-It was in the hospital records.

Losing a friend can be very traumatic.
It helps to talk about it.

I don't want to talk to you.

I'm fine. And I'm late for practice.

I can see why he's so popular.

You just got something
off that car, didn't you? Good car.

I think those kids are harassing
Officer Ramsey.

Not the other way around?
How can they harass him?

Vandalism. And I'm not just talking
about, like, TP'ing trees.

It was vicious. They tore apart his house.

Wow. Take one cop feeling ashamed
and powerless after a shooting incident,

add a little PTSD, and pow.

Vandalism like that
could've pushed him over the edge.

You're late. Where the hell have you been?

-What difference does it make?
-I'm your father.

-Who you been with?
-None of your damn business.

-Don't talk to me like that.
-Wanna know where I was so bad?

I was at a candlelight vigil
for Dylan Hale.

Now, why would you do that?
You didn't even know him.

Everybody was there.
It would have looked weird if I didn't go.

I don't care what it looks like.

-I saw you talking to that woman.
-What woman?

Melinda Gordon.

-What'd you say to her?
-It's none of your business.

It is my business.

-You are my business.
-I didn't say anything.

Now, leave me alone.

Who's out there?

Which one of your idiot friends
is outside?

Dylan?

What did you say?

What's the difference? It's done.

Nothing will bring him back.

Hey.

Gotta watch your step now
more than ever, Anne-Marie.

I don't want my little girl getting hurt.

PB&J, your favorite.

No trading, okay?

Not even if Abby has maple syrup?

Maple syrup? For lunch? What is that?

-It's my sticker book.
-Aiden!

Those are mommy's car tags.
Where did you get these?

From Daddy.
He left them on the counter for me.

He knows I like shiny stickers.
Aren't they cool?

Yes, very cool.

All right, to the bus stop.
Come on. I'm gonna hold on to that.

There you go. All right? Let me see you.

Kiss. Handsome.

-Knock 'em dead.
-You, too.

-I'll walk you to the bus in a second.
-Okay.

Eli the chauffeur, at your service.

Look where the registration tags
for my car have been,

-Aiden's sticker book.
-So they were expired?

Yeah. And I thought Ramsey
had had my car towed.

Well, he's still the reason
it got shredded.

I'm not sure. Jim said
he was poking around the hospital,

asking questions about Dylan,
and if he had done something,

-wouldn't he have known?
-Could be he's trying to figure out

if anyone knew he was involved.

Don't know. Didn't you get my text?

-I hadn't checked today.
-Oh, well, Jim also found out

that Ramsey came to pick up
Dylan's things. His clothes, skateboard.

Anything he brought with him

-to the hospital.
-Dylan's parents didn't do that?

Apparently not.

What if he's getting rid of evidence?

Look, weeks after the accident?

I told you I didn't actually see Ramsey
hit him with the nightstick.

Dylan.

Why don't you believe it? He did it.
He's guilty.

-There's more to the story.
-You don't understand.

You vandalized his house.
You tormented him.

He had it coming. No one has the right
to come between people like he did.

Not when they're in love.

Hello?

Hey, Mitch.
Yeah, of course, I remember you.

My newest-- Well, maybe my only fan.

Haven't got a chance
to talk to her yet. Why?

Okay, thanks. Anne-Marie
hasn't been to school in two days.

-Anyone talked to her father?
-They called the house, no answer.

-Why?
-Hopefully nothing,

except he saw me talking to her
and he didn't look pleased.

Give me a second.

I don't have time right now--

I don't wanna start any trouble.
It's your daughter.

-What about her?
-She's missed school two days in a row.

You're tracking my kid's
whereabouts now?

-I just want to make sure she's okay.
-I'll deal with it.

She's troubled about something,
and I think I can help.

I don't. Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm in the middle of an investigation.

Yeah, is that why
you have Dylan's things?

Last time I asked you about him
you said his death was an accident,

not a crime.
You said you didn't know anything.

You need to leave.

Yeah, okay.

Sorry.

-It wasn't a nightstick?
-It looked like a nightstick,

-but it was actually a baseball bat.
-Ramsey beat Dylan's head in

with a baseball bat?

Not Ramsey. Jake.

Clean-cut jock Jake? Why?

I don't know. The ghost said something
about if people love each other,

they should be together.

You're thinking
this is how Jake stopped their romance,

by whacking his competition
in the skull?

It's unlikely, I know.

If that's true, why has Dylan
been blaming Officer Ramsey?

I don't know. I'd like to talk to Jake,
but I don't have a car.

-I'll come by the store after my class.
-Teach quick, bye.

Surprise!

Hi.

Oh, my gosh.

It's an Acadia.
Check it out, Mom.

Oh, my goodness.

It's got a remote. And a camera
so you won't back into anything.

-Nice.
-It's got three rows of seats, too.

So we can carpool
with my whole soccer team.

-Oh, great.
-Yeah.

Come on out.
I know how much you loved that old car,

but I also remember
it took you about a year to pick it,

-so, I hope you don't mind if we--
-Mind? Why would I? I love you.

Both of you.

I'm sorry about your old car. I didn't
know they were stickers for grown-ups.

It's okay.

-We did good?
-You did great.

When I get home,
we'll all take a drive together.

For now, there's somebody

-I need to talk to.
-Go crazy.

-Yay!
-All right.

-I love you.
-Here, pal. Hang on to that.

Ooh, I can't believe this is for me.

Okay.

I'm excited!

I love you both.

-Bye-bye.
-Love you.

Well?

We did good.

-Looks like we're walking.
-Okay.

Come on.

Hi. Um, my name is Melinda Gordon.
I'm looking for Jake.

He's not home yet.
But I'm Bonnie, his mom.

Can I help you?

I've seen you at the school.
You're one of the moms?

-Is that how you knew Dylan?
-I've only met him recently.

-His death was a shock.
-Oh, I know. It was awful.

His parents still haven't come
for the last of his things.

-His things?
-He'd been living with us,

after his parents kicked him out.

I had no idea. I didn't even know
he and Jake were friends.

They were and they weren't.

They used to play together
because I was friends with his mom.

-When did they start growing apart?
-I suppose that was my doing.

His father drank,
and when he did, he was abusive.

-To Dylan?
-I think so.

Dylan started acting out.

I couldn't blame him,
and I couldn't fix his situation at home,

but I could keep it away from my child.

-So you pulled away.
-And Jake stayed away.

He got good grades,
he got into sports.

And Dylan...

Fell off the map.

But I guess he remembered us
being kind to him.

Jake, too. When Jake learned
he needed a place to crash,

he invited Dylan here, and he accepted.

That must've meant a lot to him.
So, how did they do living together?

Good, I guess.

At first I was worried
Dylan was going to be a bad influence,

especially when Jake came home
with speeding tickets.

But it turns out that was my fault,
not Dylan's.

-What do you mean?
-Jake was getting serious about a girl.

And I didn't realize how serious

until I found a box of condoms
in his room. Unopened, but still.

So I called the girl's dad.

Maybe it would've gone better
if I could've talked to her mom,

-but her mom's not around, so--
-The girl was Anne-Marie Ramsey?

-You know her?
-Her father, too.

Hmm. Yes, well, he threatened to have
Jake up on statutory rape charges

if he ever even
looked at Anne-Marie again.

Then Jake got nine speeding tickets
in two weeks.

So then what happened?

Jake and Anne-Marie
stopped seeing each other.

-Were they okay with that?
-Jake wasn't.

-I don't know about Anne-Marie.
-What about Dylan? Were they friends?

They were,

but after she and Jake broke up,
I didn't see her around here anymore.

Jake must've been upset
with the way things ended.

He was hurt. And being a teenager,
he took it out on his dad and me.

And Dylan?

Him, too.

Tell me what happened.

No time.
We have to get rid of it right now.

My dad never goes up there.

Not your dad.
That lady, Melinda whatever.

She was just at my house.
She's figuring it out.

We have to hurry.
My dad's on his way home.

Dylan must've known Anne-Marie
when he was living with Jake.

You think he started crushing on her?

Or she fell for him, too.
That's why he's so angry

about lovers being apart.

Jake must've been pissed
when he found out.

Yeah,
especially after he'd taken Dylan in.

Hmm.

A lovers' triangle gone bad.
Geometry can be so cruel.

That still doesn't explain why Dylan
blames Ramsey for what happened.

Or why Anne-Marie
was keeping Jake's secret.

She's the key to all of this.

It's my dad.
You have to get out of here.

Hold on. What are you doing here?

Dad, please. Don't.

Didn't I tell you
to leave my daughter alone?

Just back off.

Daddy, no.

Is that blood?

What the hell did you do?

-Don't come any closer.
-Put that thing down.

-Tell me what you've done.
-I said back off!

Daddy, no!

Stop, both of you!

What the hell is wrong with you?
Get back here!

Whoo, yeah!

-Put it down!
-Stay away!

Drop the bat, Jake.

-Jake!
-Give me the bat, Jake.

-You're in enough trouble already.
-Stay away!

Jake.

-Miss Gordon.
-You don't have to do this.

It was an accident.

Give me that!

Did you kill that boy?

-What the hell did you kids do?
-It wasn't just us.

If it was an accident,
you stop lying about it.

Whatever you did, I'll help you.

You have to tell your father
what happened.

Somebody tell me what's going on.

You think you have everyone's number,
but you don't know anything.

Dylan was the one
who was smashing your mailbox.

-It was Dylan.
-Why?

See? You have no clue
about that either.

-Did you know what Dylan was doing?
-No. I had no idea.

We only just found out about it
the night he died.

Dylan and me,
we didn't really hang out at school,

even when he was staying with me,
but...

Dylan, man!

-That night, we were at a party together.
-Hop in.

So we gave him a ride.

-Get in.
-All right, let's go.

I was complaining about my dad.

That's when Dylan told us
it was him and his friends

who were playing mailbox baseball
at our house.

-Dude, really? What the hell?
-Why?

Why did you do it?

I never asked him to do it.

No, but he did it for you because
he knew Ramsey was harassing you.

Yeah. Yeah, he said,

-"I've got your back, man."
-Okay, so, then what happened?

I wanted Jake to do it. Smash the mailbox.

It would make my dad so mad,
and I wanted to make him mad.

It was just a mailbox.

-At first, Jake didn't want to.
-Come on, get it! Hit that!

I had to drive around the block
five times.

-Come on, lock it in.
-But eventually...

Yeah!

Oh, no!

What did you do to the mailbox?

I needed the vandalism to stop.
That's all.

Get back here!

-It happened five times.
-Yeah!

They'd come by, smash the mailbox,
drive away.

I was already feeling
like I couldn't control anything.

The things I see at work,
you wouldn't believe.

If I couldn't keep a mailbox on a post,

how was I supposed
to keep my family safe?

When did you realize what happened?

The next night.

Jake drove me home. That's when I saw
the mailbox wasn't even dented.

Then I saw the concrete...

and I lost it.

So that vandalism was you? Not Dylan?

You caused all that damage?

It was me.

I had no idea.
And you were acting so strangely.

And then you started asking these
questions, I thought you did something.

I did, Dad.

But it was an accident.
I never wanted anybody to get hurt.

I just wanted to feel
like I could protect you.

I never asked for your protection,
and I don't want it.

Tell her she's wrong. And so was I.

Wrong about what?

-He's nothing like my father, is he?
-No.

She means everything to him.
He'd never do anything to hurt her.

Dylan's here.

He's with us now?

Oh, my God. Dylan.

Is that why you punished him?
You wanted to punish your father?

I made a mistake.

The anger that he had toward his father,
he took it out on you. But he's sorry.

I'm sorry, too. Will you tell him that?

He can hear you.

Dylan, man.

I can't believe it. I feel horrible. I...

I killed you.

Don't say that.
It's not like you meant for it to happen.

He doesn't blame you.
It was an accident.

All he was doing was being my friend.
I'll never forget that.

All he cares about
is you were his friend.

He's gonna always remember that.
Nothing else matters.

How is Dylan?

Can he move on now?

She was my friend, too,
and I don't want her to end up like me.

He's worried the two of you
will end up like he and his dad.

No. God, please no.

Look, baby,

I know I've made a lot of mistakes.

I know it's not enough
just to say I was protecting you.

No, it's not.

I guess...

I guess I'm gonna have to give you
some freedom, and trust you.

When I think of you getting hurt...

I don't want you to get hurt either,
Daddy. But it happens.

Bad stuff happens. You can't stop it.

No, you can't.

But you can be there for people
when they need you.

Sometimes that's enough.
Sometimes it has to be.

So you just want me to be there?

And that's all?

Sometimes a hug is good.

Tell them I said goodbye?

I will, I promise.

-What happened?
-You helped him find the light.

He's gone.

He said to tell you goodbye.

♪ Baby, I feel you ♪

♪ Here in this hotel room ♪

♪ Thinking about angels ♪

♪ Thinking about what they do... ♪

Did you have a hard day?

It was okay.

Long, but okay.

Can I do anything to help?

Sometimes a hug is good.

Mommy, you can let go now.

I will, baby.

One of these days, I will.