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There's an Amber Alert in
Clark County this evening

for two missing boys.

Okay, we have two missing
criticals. Jason Crowley, age 11,

black, male,
four-foot-six.

Lucas Hanson,

age ten, caucasian, male, five feet.

Now, uh, the boys were last seen
at this location at 15:30 hours.

Jason Crowley's house.

Jason lives with his
grandfather, Terrance Crowley.

The address is on your handouts.

Terrance Crowley assumed that
they were staying at Lucas' house.

Dawn Hanson, Lucas's mother,

returned home from work at 21:00 hours.

She assumed they were at
Terrance Crowley's house.

She reported them
missing at 24:00 hours.

Now, we searched the schools,
playgrounds, basketball courts.

Found nothing. Canine is on the scene.

Neither of the boys carried
cell phones or pagers.

Now, any questions?

Boys ever run away before?

No, and, uh, we interviewed
the teachers at the school,

and according to them,
they're both good kids.

Any, uh, distinguishing
features or marks?

Well, as you can see,

Jason wears glasses,
but that's it. Yeah?

Did Amber Alerts go out
to any other states?

Amber Alerts have gone out to
the states of Utah, California...

Okay, so what does your arson
have to do with my missing kids?

Upon initial search of the premises,

farmer located one adult male
unconscious on the living room floor.

His name's Carl Fisher.

Paramedics got him on the bumper now.

Once he came around, he started claiming

every time there's an Amber Alert,

somebody tries to kill him.

Child molester.

Tier Two, by his own admission.

Excuse me, Mr. Fisher
? My name's Gil Grissom.

I'm with the Crime Lab.

What happened to your shoes?

They're in the house.

I was asleep.

Are you familiar with the names
Lucas Hanson or Jason Crowley?

The kids from the Amber Alert?

No, sir.

I'm a convicted pedophile.

That would be a violation of my parole.

Which is it? Boys or girls?

Boys.

Preteen.

I know what you're thinking.

No, you don't.

Don't know what woke me
up, the smoke or the fire.

Next thing I remember,

I was outside, looking
up at the paramedics.

Hold out your hands, please.

Turn them over.

So, uh, can you account for your
whereabouts the last 24 hours?

I worked from 6:00 until 2:00 p.m.,

and then I went straight home.

Where do you work?

At the feed lot off Highway 111.

I've got a Masters
in English Literature.

I used to teach high school.

Let me guess, the kids loved you.

Someone set fire to my
house. I almost died.

Why don't you ask me about that?

Okay.

Who would want to barbecue you?

My neighbors make it clear
every day how they feel about me.

I would start with Mr. Hamilton.

He threw a rock through
my window a few months back

when a little girl went
missing. Hamilton...

he barely finished high school.
He has a lot of displaced anger.

You're not writing any of this down.

I have a good memory.

Listen, I've called you
guys half a dozen times

in the past two years.

I've had my house
graffitied, my windows broken,

my tires slashed.

Well, you know, Carl,

sometimes bad things
happen to bad people.

But I'll tell you what

I'll let you file a formal
complaint down at the police station.

I got to go. You all right here?

I'm almost done.

I've been living right
the past five years

since I got out of prison.

I haven't gone near a child. I
go to a support group every week.

I've even lectured social workers
on how to recognize sexual predators.

Ask my parole officer.

Doesn't that count for something?

I don't know.

But it doesn't change
anything, does it?

Police have no new clues
in the disappearance

of ten-year-old Lucas Hanson
and 11-year-old Jason Crowley.

Teachers and classmates are planning a
six p.m. vigil at Rockwater Elementary...

I got your message.
You said it was urgent.

You told me to go home and look around.

That's what I did. My ex took 'em.

Mrs. Hanson, I thought you told me that

your ex-husband wasn't
involved in Lucas' life.

He doesn't care about Lucas.

He barely uses his visitation,
and then, six months ago,

I don't know, he-he got
into some kind of trouble.

He started coming around
when Lucas was home alone.

He'd gone

through my mail, my checkbook.

He-He stole our TVs.

Daddy, please.

Mama said she's gonna call the cops.

Put it back.

Your mom can do whatever she
wants. I paid for this. It's mine.

So I told Lucas that he
couldn't be home alone anymore,

and I took his key.

You locked your son
out of his own house?

I made arrangements
with Jason's grandpa.

The hide-a-key is
for emergencies only.

So it's possible that
Lucas took the key.

Lucas...

Lucas always drops his book bag

in the hallway and turns on the TV.

I bought him a new one.

I'm positive he didn't came home.

Okay, all right, all right.

Give me an address for your ex-husband.

225-IHG.

That sounds like a license plate.

Yeah, well,

he moves around a lot.

Practically lives out of his car.

He runs a stripper circuit on I-15.

Mrs. Hanson, have you
ever seen this man?

No.

Why?

Uh, he's a person of interest.

Lucas knows better than that.

- You don't talk to strangers.
- Yes, sir?

Uh, yeah. Put out a
broadcast on Perry Hanson.

Look, Jason and Lucas
probably just ran away.

They're at that age.

- You know what I'm saying?
- Well, kids with no money and

no place to go usually
come home quickly.

Do you know how hard it
would be to catch them?

Lucas is a big boy.

And Jason... Jason is fast.

The red one is Jason's.

- Your grandson's into sports, huh?
- Yeah, you'd think.

Plays them damn video games.
That's all he wants to do.

I told him I don't allow
that stuff in my house.

Boys need fresh air and sunshine.

Uh, we haven't been able to
reach Jason's father. Have you

spoken to him?

You know, my son fell
apart when his wife died.

Quit his job.

I was basically taking
care of both of them.

And then he got a great
opportunity in Houston.

Couldn't get Jason into a
school until next semester,

so I said I'd keep him until then.

How do those dogs find people?

Just like the movies,
they sniff them out.

Bet it's expensive, huh?

- You worried about the money?
- Let me tell you something.

Boys are gonna walk right in
here just like that runaway bride.

And you people are gonna be handing
me a bill for all the looking,

you watch.

Hey.

Hey.

I talked with the neighbors.

A Mrs. Hamilton

says she walked her dogs
around 6:00 last night.

She saw Carl watering
his outside plants.

He was alone.

She also said that after dark,

everyone locks up their doors,
and the kids stay inside.

And let me guess.

Nobody saw or heard anything, right?

- Right.
- Right.

What do you got?

Based on the burn pattern,

the origin of the fire
was definitely here.

I detected an accelerant
on the front of the car,

and on the ground, both
consistent with gasoline.

Now, the back seat's still intact,

so I figure the fire jumped from
the car to the house and fast.

Check this out.

Full shoe impression on the concrete.

Someone stepped in the
accelerant before the car was lit.

Treads lead toward the street.

Could've been a neighbor.

Could've been anybody.

Well, so far, the only prints I found

in the bedroom are Carl Fisher's.

No semen stains in the bed.

And nothing to indicate children.

Well, there's tons of these.

What's that?

Spencer's Last Straw,

Wiz Kids, Mayhem and
McCabe, Secret City.

Guy lives in a trailer.

He drives an old Mercury.

He has a ton of expensive
DVDs and video games.

There's gummi bears
and chips on the floor.

House might as well be
made out of gingerbread.

Vehicle matched the description.

Went to pull him over,
he tried to split on us.

Perry Hanson?

So, Mr. Hanson, where are the boys?

Which boys?

Lucas and Jason.

My kid, Lucas?

What, did he ditch school or something?

No, he's missing, and
so is his best friend.

You mean, you didn't
hear the Amber Alert,

or check your messages?

You don't have to talk
to him, okay, Perry?

See, I know the frickin' Constitution.

I bet you do.

Somebody get Ben Franklin out of here.

Yes, sir. Ma'am...

Don't...

- Didn't have to cuff us, you know?
- Take it easy.

- It's not like we're frickin' terrorists.
- Pull her in the car.

You want to tell me what Jason Crowley's

baseball glove is doing in your car?

Lucas must've left it there.

I don't know, man, kids are
always taking each other's crap.

Yeah, well, I'm not taking any
more of yours. You're under arrest.

Got something here.

Lucas was last seen wearing
khaki-colored board shorts.

I've had calls here before.

A lot of these houses are vacant.

Perfect place for a little privacy.

Okay, let's get around this fence.

Okay, let's hear it.

You know my ex is crazy, right?

She always been a drama queen.

She probably told you
that I stole the TV.

I don't care about the TV.

When was the last time
you were in your house?

Day I left I've never been back.

I found this in your car.

Guess whose front door it opens?

Look...

my ex will hardly
even let me see my kid.

You know, not until I pay up
on the vaginamony that I owe.

And that's illegal. She doesn't care.

Yesterday, I-I just
wanted to see my boy.

You know? So I went over
there and he wasn't home.

I guess I forgot to leave the key.

Another sad, suffering single dad.

You better find my kid.

And if I were you, I'd
start with Dawn's boyfriends.

Oh, if you were me.

She only dates scumbags
and bottom-feeders.

- At least I never been in prison.
- Well, that can change.

LVPD.

Go ahead.

Clear!

Clear!

Closet's clear.

Check the rest of the house.

It's the door itself, not what's inside.

There was a struggle here.

I've got blood...

and short dark hairs caught in the wood.

Could be Jason's.

We've got tags.

Blood smear.

That's far enough away from the door.

It's possibly a separate event.

Toys and candy.

Somebody's kids were playing here.

Sofia...

A dental bridge.

Two premolars.

How do those dogs find people?

Grandpa lied through his teeth.

Recognize these?

You brought me way down here to
show me a picture of my teeth?

Huh?

The least you could do is give 'em back.

Remember those dogs...

you were so interested in?

Well, they led us to an abandoned house,

not far from where you live,

and that's where we found your teeth.

We also found physical evidence, blood

evidence that tells us that
your grandson and Lucas...

You think you're real smart, lady.

Don't you?

Before I start thinking
you killed those boys,

why don't you tell me what happened.

I was defending myself.

- Against a pair of sixth graders?
- You're damn right.

Two boys can cause a lot of damages.

Especially that Lucas.

Hey, hey, hey!

Dinner was at 5:00, now
it's cold. Let's go!

We don't want your food.
We're going to eat at my house.

My dad said I could stay
with Lucas and his mom.

I like it better there.

- Don't you lie to me, boy.
- I'm not lying.

I wish you weren't my grandpa.

Don't talk to me like that again.

They had it coming.

Those boys have no respect.

They're punks.

Now, I love my son, but he
didn't do right by Jason.

So you thought you'd
beat respect into him.

I don't need a lecture about
how to discipline my grandson.

That's the trouble with parents today,

they're afraid of their own kids.

Sounds like they were afraid of you.

That's the way it's supposed to be.

What happened after the altercation?

They ran off.

You don't want to eat, you go hungry.

That's how you learn.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

I told you what was important, lady.

Now those boys are going to be fine.

What they're trying to do,
they're trying to punish me.

That's what they're trying to do.

And you'll see, they'll be back.

And then I will sit down
and I will talk to Jason.

Now, what about my teeth?

They're evidence.

We'll give them back
to you when we're done.

It was self-defense
and you can't charge me.

Okay, I'll let you go.

Until we find the boys.

Well, how am I supposed to get home?

You took my car, too.

There's a bus stop down the street.

Where is he? What did you do?

You better watch your tone.

You swore you wouldn't
lay a hand on him.

- You better get out of my face, boy.
- Are you Gerald Crowley?

- Jason's dad?
- Yes, ma'am.

Did you know this man is a bully
? Big college football coach

until he got caught
abusing his own players.

Almost got thrown in jail.

You just had to take care
of him for a few months.

- What the hell is wrong with you?
- Okay, let's go talk some place.

I swear...

If you hurt Jason...

I will kill you.

- It's a gas container.
- Yeah.

I found it melted to the floorboard.

People are so predictable.

Lucky for us.

You want me to go to the station,

and repeat all the
facts I already told you.

If you want to file a formal
complaint to make it official, yes.

Oh, is that a Red Cross voucher?

I'll call and make a
hotel reservation for you.

I got to go to the bathroom. You
want me to leave the door open?

I'm too old for you.

Grissom.

Yeah, Gil, yeah.

He's agreed to come to the PD.

But I can't keep him there long,
so let's ratchet it up a notch

and get something to
hold him on, all right?

Carl Fisher's on his
way into the station

to sign off on his arson claim.

Brass needs something
from us to hold him.

Yeah, if he's got those
kids stashed somewhere,

he could try to take them out of state.

Or worse.

I wish I had more.

The burned shoe
impression was a size 11.

Carl Fisher wears a size 11.

But none of the patterns match up.

And the shoes that Sara
found near the sofa...

I can't even identify a brand.

Sorry.

Didn't we talk about
this once before, Greg?

I'm the one who turned the music on.

What have you found?

A gas container.

As the heat melted the
plastic, it formed pockets,

trapping the gasoline inside.

And if Hodges can isolate any
unique compounds from the gas,

you know, like, gas DNA.

Gasoline comparisons are only
credible if you have pure samples.

Otherwise, there's too many variables.

I know that, Grissom.

What I've extracted

was never exposed directly to the fire.

So, if we can identify either a dye,

or a unique compound,

and match it to a particular station,

then we might be able to prove
whether Carl set the fire.

I'll get this to Hodges.

Greg's got the Coroner's
Inquest coming up.

He's been under a lot of stress.

Maybe you could be a
little nicer to him.

I just want to find these boys.

Okay.

Carl Fisher, apparently...

eats and drinks in the
backseat of his car.

I found it in a seat pocket.

Fruit punch?

Or a mixer.

Whiskey. I did not find the bottle.

And... so?

Mushrooms, picked off a cheese pizza.

I found it stuffed between the
cushions in the backseat of the car.

If you're an adult, and
you don't like mushrooms,

you don't order them.

Oh, did I tell you, you can't check
into the hotel till after 4:00.

I'll find something to do.

Well, I'm wondering
if you might hang out

and volunteer your services here.

Isn't that what you do?

Talk to groups about sexual deviancy?

You want me to help you do your job?

Help you find those missing kids?

Yeah, that's what I want.

So you going to help us out or not?

I may be able to offer some insights.

But only if I can talk to the other guy.

I'm a victim of abuse.

My older brother.

I was eight.

He was much older� 16.

He was jealous and angry.
He wanted to destroy me.

It's not offered as an excuse, but

it might explain why I'm
here with you right now.

These are known child molesters
living within our search radius.

I met him in prison.

He's an environmental
offender. Situational.

Only molests members of his own family.

Small world, he's in my support group.

Your boys are too ripe for him.

He likes toddlers.

A couple of these guys are mysopeds,

aggressive pedophiles.

Some of their pleasures
derive from physical violence.

They like to molest, then beat,
and sometimes kill their victims.

But these guys aren't killers.

Who said the boys were dead?

They've been gone a long time.

Bad news?

Sir, hold on.

You're gonna have to stand back, ma'am.

There's a scrape on his left cheek.

Yeah, there's some minor bruising
on the knuckles of his right hand.

Probably a defensive wound.

Catherine found some brown
fabric on a fence nearby.

I bet it's from these shorts.

Hey, super, you didn't

leave this shirt inside out when
you took it off the body, did you?

No.

Could be a redress.

Yeah.

Yeah, it could.

Okay...

Well, SAE kit should tell us
whether or not he was molested.

Sometimes this job gets to me.

Yeah, me, too, buddy.

Me, too.

Grandpa play golf?

I think golf's a little
too rich for his blood.

Doesn't mean he didn't follow them here.

A stranger wouldn't take
time to bury him that way,

it was too nice.

It suggests whoever
killed him cared about him,

knew him, you know?

Well, my money's still on the pedophile.

A ten-year old could
fit in there, huh?

Well, Jason is a skinny kid.

I didn't see this boy
at the pizza place,

but I remember the little guy.

He had a fat lip. I
asked him where he got it.

What did he tell you?

He said his grandfather was a bully.

I started to walk out
with him and I was worried.

But he swore he was safe.

With friends.

Did you see who he was with?

Some white guy.

It was pretty dark.

And there was no one else with him?

Not that I saw.

But they ordered an
extra-large with everything

and that's 18 slices� and
a full liter of cherry soda.

If it matters, they sat in
the parking lot for a while.

Is there anything you can
remember about the car?

- Make? Color?
- It was a Mercury Marquis.

- Are you positive?
- Yeah.

My boyfriend's a street...

uh, he's into cars, so...

I know cars.

No sand in his nasal passages or lungs.

He was dead before he was buried.

Are those palm prints on his sternum?

Consistent in position
and pressure with CPR.

Also found air in his stomach.

If you don't tilt the head
back, the trachea doesn't open.

It forces air into the
stomach instead of the lungs

and that's bad CPR.

Now, what kind of a killer
performs CPR on their victim?

Well, maybe he didn't mean to kill him.

His pupils were dilated.

I found a subdural hematoma
in the left frontal lobe.

That's your preliminary cause of death.

I sent samples to Tox, of course.

Catherine found blood smear

on the floor where he was playing.

He has a laceration on his cheek.

And the grandpa admits
he pushed Lucas down

- when he hit his head.
- Except that, by itself,

the head injury wouldn't
have been immediately fatal

or necessarily incapacitating.

But, yeah, he would've had a headache.

Hey, got some gasoline samples for you.

Thanks, Greg. It's gonna take
a little while to fill my tank.

Why don't I get you a funnel?

Kidding.

You think your arson case has something
to do with these missing kids?

Well, Carl Fisher lives
in the neighborhood,

but, so far, his alibi checks out.

I don't know why pedophiles
just don't kill themselves.

Who knows, he might have tried.

I collected these

from service stations
closest to his house.

Did you consider...

That he might have filled
up on his way to work

or anywhere else in Vegas?

Yes.

That's why I wanted to
get you started on these

before I hit the other
stations on the list.

Good job, gas-hopper.

Okay, then...

what would you do

if you were going to take those boys?

I would be studying them.

Do they like sports? Comic books?

Do they skip school? Have any friends?

Good parents, or are they
neglected? Unhappy? Angry?

And then?

What do you do when you like a woman?

It's a game of seduction.

Once you know what they
like, you make contact.

You start slowly, play it cool.

Especially with boys.

It's about building trust.

Like you're doing with me.

Do you like mushrooms, Carl?

I like all the nightshade vegetables.

Are you going to buy me dinner?

We found mushrooms in
the backseat of your car.

Is this turning into an interrogation?

You're free to leave.

On the night the boys disappeared,

witnesses said they saw
them sitting in a car

with a man, eating pizza.

You take a date out
to a nice steak dinner.

Kids would rather have
hamburgers or pizza.

Did you take the kids out for pizza?

No, I'm talking hypothetically.

You must be desperate for
a suspect, or a scapegoat.

Do you need to give the
press something to chew on?

We just found Lucas Hanson's dead body.

They're chewing on that.

What about the other boy?

He's still missing.

In my opinion, if
someone killed one boy...

he killed them both.

So, we're working on a
couple of Jason sightings.

Camper in Red Rock spotted
a kid who looks like Jason,

so I sent Vega.

And Sofia is on her way
to Bullhead City, Arizona.

A woman on a bus called the cops.

She swears that Jason's
sitting next to her.

That's what I've got.

Any luck with Carl Fisher?

I don't know.

He wants something from me...

or he wouldn't still be here.

Sanders?

You can stop gassing
up. I've got a match.

AvCon on Buffalo Canyon.

Pump six.

Where did he board?

Vegas depot.

Was he with anyone?

I'm not gonna report you.
You can tell me the truth.

Children aren't
supposed to travel alone,

but it was a full bus
when I took off today.

I couldn't tell you.

He was definitely by himself.

I saw this, I knew it was him.

I radioed my dispatcher.

She told me to pullover
at the next town,

make sure he doesn't get
off, and wait for you.

Thank you for your help.

Can you tell me where he's sitting?

Back row.

Hey.

My name's Sofia. Are you Jason?

There's nothing to be afraid of, Jason.

You're not in trouble.
I just want to help you.

You're on your way to Texas
to see your dad, right?

It's just...

well, when you went missing,

your dad flew to Las Vegas to find you.

He's waiting for you.

Can I take you to him?

Is that the tox report
for Lucas Hanson?

His blood alcohol point one six.

Geez. It's a drunk kid.

And Sara found a whiskey
cap in Carl Fisher's car.

Oh, perfect way to
loosen up a little boy.

Give him pizza and whiskey.

Yeah, well, listen to this.

According to the report,
Lucas also had 98 micrograms

per milliliter of
salicylates in his system.

Well, I guess he took the
aspirin after he hit his head.

Wonder who gave him that.

Probably the same responsible
adult that gave him the whiskey.

So, you think I got the boys drunk,

and then killed them?

Not exactly.

We found Jason Crowley.

Alive.

On a bus headed for Houston.

One of the lucky ones.

It's okay, Jason.

Daddy's here, boy. Daddy's here.

That bus ticket costs
$95 for a child under 12.

Jason's grandfather doesn't
keep any cash in the house,

and he doesn't give him an allowance,

so where do you think
Jason got the cash?

Maybe he stole it.

From whom?

I don't know. Why don't you ask him?

I will.

Do you get a lot of migraines, Gil?

You should ask your doctor for
a prescription of sumatriptan.

Works for me.

Captain Brass wants
to put you in a lineup.

If you'll agree to it,

then I think this will all be over with.

Then let's do it.

Do you recognize anyone, Jason?

Which number?

Number two?

Yes.

Was he the man who
kidnapped you and Lucas?

Jason,

remember, you can see
him, but he can't see you.

Did number two hurt Lucas?

I'll kill your dad if you tell...

No, ma'am.

The gas DNA panned out.

- It did?
- Yeah.

Hodges and I traced the gas back

to a service station
near Fisher's house.

Station had security cameras.

Got him filling up
the night of the fire,

so I went through the
electronic receipts.

All of them.

Carl Fisher purchased 16 gallons.

And?

His Mercury Marquis only holds 14,

so, where did he put
the extra two gallons?

In a plastic gas can?

All of which he paid for with his ATM.

Not the same as cash.

Thanks, Greg.

No one has told me
why I'm being detained.

Arson is a felony.

You torched your own car.

We have video surveillance
and electronic records

that show you purchasing
gas and a gas can.

I was trying to scam my insurance
company. I needed the money.

You were destroying evidence of
Lucas Hanson and Jason Crowley

in your car.

And I think you helped kill Lucas.

No,

I didn't.

And you're not charging me for that,

so I'm guessing Jason didn't
pick me out of the lineup.

He told us he knew you.

Kill one, kill both, remember?

If I had killed Lucas,

I would have killed Jason.

Lucas was looking for a father.

His real one was an accident of biology.

His mother was limited, always working.

He was lonely.

He found me.

I see you every day.

You play a lot, huh?

Maybe we can play sometime.

My best friend's always grounded.

How about tomorrow?

Did you know

that most parents spend
less than 20 minutes a day

of quality time with their kids?

Lucas was starved for attention.

All his mother did was
complain about his father

and how he'd abandoned them.

Do you know what that does to a child?

It doesn't kill them.

Okay, Carl,

just tell me what happened.

Lucas and Jason had gotten into
it with Jason's grandfather.

He knocked the boys around.

They ran to Lucas' house,
but couldn't get in.

So they came to me.

Comon in, guys.

I explained to them
that hitting wasn't okay.

I said Jason needed to call his father

and tell him what was going on.

Did you let them use your phone?

But they were too upset.

When the grandfather pushed
Lucas, he hit his head.

I gave him a couple of aspirin.

Well, if he didn't
want to call his mother,

why didn't you call her?

I couldn't risk it.

She might have turned me in.

So, instead,

you took them for pizza?

I didn't touch him.

I didn't want to hurt him.

You gave him liquor.

I stopped and bought some whiskey
before we picked up the pizza.

I was nervous about them
being in the car with me.

I didn't want to go back to prison.

And you wanted to get them drunk.

They...

They just wanted to try it.

I gave them a taste.

It was more than a taste, Carl.

Lucas' blood alcohol
level was point one six.

That's twice the legal
limit for an adult.

Why didn't you take them home?

They didn't want to go home.

They wanted an adventure.
I promised them a dollar

for every golf ball they brought back.

Lucas wasn't feeling well, so
he stayed in the car with me.

And you knew that Jason wanted money,

so he could go to Texas and see his dad,

so you bribed him

in order to be alone with Lucas.

I didn't molest him.

- Who took his shirt off?
- He was hot.

What were you gonna do to
him once his shirt was off?

It was innocent.

He wasn't feeling well.

He laid his head in my lap.

I touched his hair.

I didn't want to...

I loved him.

I loved Lucas, and he loved me.

Is that what you think?

Then why didn't you help him?

He told you he hit his head.

He was in pain.

He had a concussion, Carl.
You must have known that.

I'm sure he was dizzy,
probably had no appetite.

Maybe he was even slurring his words,

but you didn't care about that,

because you wanted what you wanted.

Lucas?!

His brain was bleeding.

Now, most kids won't die from that,

because someone who really loves them

takes them to the hospital,

but instead, you gave
him alcohol and aspirin,

a lethal combination
for his head injury.

It prevented his blood from clotting.

You killed him, Carl.

And you would have killed Jason, too,

except he ran away from you.

Out of your reach.

Jason!

Hey.

Hey, what are you doing in there?

You're not listening to me.
I didn't want to hurt anyone.

I need you to believe me.

I don't.

You had choices.

You made the wrong ones.

And now this little boy is gone.

So I talked Voris into violating parole,

and we're adding the charges
of negligent homicide.

You're not gonna see
Carl for a long time.

Also, we, uh...

we've arrested the grandpa,
Terrance Crowley, for child abuse.

Everybody wins.

Except Lucas.

You're gonna fry.

You drove him right to it...!

You did this!

You did this! I'll kill you!

Where is Carl Fisher?

You can't take him to County...

Mr. Crowley's civil
rights were violated.

This department is racist.

Excuse me! I was here first.

My client has been detained illegally.

You cannot charge Mister...