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This is the part
where it gets scary.

This is the part
where everybody's panicking

because the bad guys are coming.

Wait, where'd you
see this movie?

It's not a movie, okay?
It's a book.

But anyways, everybody
is scared, except for one boy.

He is the bravest one.

So, can I go ahead and open it?

Yes.

Oh, Mom, this is exactly
the one I wanted!

Is that the good one?

Where did you get this?

Oh, my gosh.

Come here.

Stop.

This is the best
mom in the world.

Ah, I love you, baby.

Love you, too.

I have legal proof now.

I am the best mom.

♪ ♪

At 6:47 a.m.,
an anonymous phone call was made

from a pay phone on the I-15
by an adult male.

The caller said he drove by
and saw the body.

Sunrise was at 6:54 a.m.
this morning.

Would have been too dark
for even an eagle-eyed passerby

to spot the body
from that distance.

Have one of your guys
dust that pay phone for prints.

We might get something off it.

I'm going to check
with missing persons. Good luck.

Yeah, I'll handle it.
Thanks, Jim.

Morning, Doc.
Nick.

What's going on?

Well, he's been dead

about four to eight hours
based on liver temp.

Depressed skull fracture

with a laceration
to the overlying scalp.

C.O.D. is most likely

contusion of the brain

and a subdural hemorrhage.

The, uh, breadth
of the depression

suggests impact with a wide,
flat surface.

Wound like that
with no blood pool?

Nope.

Body dump.

Dried blood underneath
his fingernails.

I'll bag his hands,

preserve any evidence
for transport.

Okay if I check his pockets?

Go for it.

Compass, pocket knife.

Music.

Food rations.

Possible runaway.

A flashlight

with "East Las Vegas
High School" on it.

Well, if he was a student, he
had to be at least 14 years old.

He's kind of small for that age.

I'll get a photo
over to the school.

You know,

I was really small
when I was 14.

Yeah?
Yep.

Made me ambitious.

So, what did you want to be
when you were 14?

Probably the same thing

he most wanted to be.

Fifteen.

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ I really wanna know ♪

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Who... ♪

♪ Come on, tell me who are you,
you, you ♪

♪ Are you! ♪

When was the last time
you saw your son?

Didn't even look
in Will's room last night

when I got home from work.

Didn't check on him.

And when did you get home?

Uh, club closed at 2:00.

I cashed out, divided up my tips
with the other waitresses.

It was... it was about 3:00.

I thought I was letting him
sleep in this morning,

till I got the call.

Ms. Sutter, do you
have any idea

where he might have been
going last night?

Who he might have been with?

He knows not to open the door
for anyone or...

or leave without calling me.

A million times
we've gone over it.

And where's his father?
He's not in Will's life.

Do you know if Will had
tried to contact him?

Because a boy Will's age

starting to think about
growing up, manhood...

Sometimes they
seek out a mentor.

Will's father is no mentor.

He's hardly a man.

I will still need
to be in touch with him.

His name's Billy Melvoy.

Your line of work...

You're more likely
to bump into him than I will.

What about Will's friends?

Were any of them driving yet?

No.

No, he's... he's got
two best friends.

They're... they're 14, too.

Mason and Steve.

They live down the street.

They've all grown up together.

So, they spent a lot
of time with Will?

More than I ever got to.

♪ ♪

Found a small crack
in the front window,

but no prints.

Other than that, the
perimeter is clean.

No sign of forced entry.

That's not surprising
when you consider

how much equipment
Will had in his pockets.

It's clear he wasn't dragged

out of his bed
in the middle of the night.

He was prepared for something.

He's got the whole universe

and all of human history here.

So, what was he out
in search of?

Or... what was he
running away from?

Right.

Got his recent
online activity here.

E-mail,

encyclopedia,

some comic book site.

Open this one, please.

Article of tribal
coming-of-age rituals.

"Only through a solitary

"and trying journey
into a literal

"or metaphysical wilderness

"can a young boy
gain new acceptance as a man

amongst the members
of his tribe or village."

You must be
Mason Ward.
Yeah.

Yeah, hi.
I'm Nick Stokes.

I'm with the crime lab.
Going to be asking you

a few questions.

Go ahead
and have a seat.
Okay.

Now, do you want a soda
or something to eat

before we
get started?
Nah.

Vending machines here suck.

Yeah, yeah, I'd have
to agree with that.

Now, how do you know
something like that?

You come here often?
My dad's a cop.

I've been around.
Oh, okay.

Then, you know
how important it is

that you help me
figure out what happened

to your friend last night.

Right.

Will wasn't really
my friend anymore.

Steve, Will's mom said

that you and Mason
are Will's best friends.

Yeah, we were.

It's just different now.

How so?

Will would still ask us
to, like, ride bikes

or look for lizards
in the park, but...

we're not into that anymore.

- What are you into now?
- Girls.

You know, getting serious
about working out.

And... you know, other stuff.

Do you have any idea what might
have happened to him last night?

No clue.

When was the last time
that you saw Will?

I saw him yesterday
at school, but that's it.

Did you talk to him?

No.

Steve, you don't look so good.

Are you feeling okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Look, I know what you mean
about moving on to other things.

When I was your age,

I couldn't get there
quick enough.

I started to wish there was some
magic potion I could swallow

to make myself older,

cooler.

Turned out there was.

The downside was,

the next day,
I would feel awful.

My mouth would be dry, my...

my head would be
pounding, and...

and I could just smell this...

sweet, sugary poison
seeping out of my pores.

You're a tequila man,
huh, Steve?

There were two different fibers
found on Will Sutter.

This one's a standard trilobal
nylon polypropylene fiber.

It's widely used
in the manufacture

of upholstered
furniture and bedding.

This other fiber

that Nick found on the boy

is significantly more specific.

It's an 80-20 rayon-nylon

with an emerald hue, used,
as far as my research shows,

exclusively to carpet

1970s green Cadillacs.

Not a popular seller.

And in addition to
carpeting the interior,

this same material was also used
to line the vehicle's trunk.

You know, I read something
a while back.

Said that the distance from home
that the average parent

would allow their nine-year-old
to wander had shrunk to a tenth

of what it was when I was a kid.

The world's a scarier place,
that's for sure.

Oh, I was terrified back then.

But a boy who ventures out

thinking the world
isn't a place to hide from

shouldn't be proven wrong.

Will Sutter was exchanging
e-mails with someone

screen-named "BlackChipCraig."

Correspondence was mostly about

historic sites,
ghost towns, old mines.

So, one day...

BlackChip suggests
they go check out one

of the old mines.

Sounds like innocent geek fun.

Except...

a check of BlackChip's
static IP address

and a quick Web search

reveal him to be Craig Lifford,

40-year-old librarian
from Henderson.

So, a 40-year-old man
invites a 14-year-old boy

to a secluded location.

Could be more
than just innocent geek fun.

Mr. Lifford.

I see you're a history buff.

You like old things...

Vintage clothes, vintage cars.

Well, I-I drive a hybrid, but...

What is this about?

Can you tell me how you got

the, uh, scratches
on your left wrist?

Um, yeah.

I have a new kitten.

A new kitten?

So, you like some newer things,

younger things.

Should I have a lawyer here?

Younger things like, um,

Will Sutter.

The young man you invited

on a trip
to the Crowley Silver Mine.

Remember him?

Yeah.

What the hell is this?

No.

No, no, no, no, no.
Yes, yes, yes.

No, I... I work in a library.

Among children.

This has been my life's passion,

and if someone got in that
boy's ear and egged him

into thinking that my
communication with him

was something that it was not...

Tell me about what happened
between you and Will.

Um, we met online, um,

in a forum
on a history Web site.

His intellect, his-his bearing...

I assumed he was an adult.

When I found out
that he was a young man...

You continued to contact him.

About Nevada mining history!

I suggested a few historic sites

that his parents
should take him to.

When-when he explained
that he could not,

that that was not possible,

I guess, yeah,
I-I-I volunteered...

Forgetting for one moment

the implicit nefariousness
of an adult male

taking a young boy's
academic curiosity seriously.

But we didn't go to the mine.

I never met him.

I didn't even know
his last name.

I need to take a sample
of your DNA.

Absolutely.

Open your mouth, please.

So, is Will really claiming
that something happened?

Mr. Lifford,
Will is dead.

Hey.

Hey.
I got your text.

What exactly am I not
going to believe?

That blood that was under
Will Sutter's nails

was a hit to somebody
already in CODIS.

One of Sara's old cases.

And, before you look at this,
I promise you,

I triple-checked this...
It's absolutely accurate.

Okay.

Okay.

Simon Rose?

I know. I don't know
what to tell you.

It's impossible, but it's true.

Yeah, but he's been in prison
for the last...

Two and a half years.

Exactly.

So, how does his blood end up
under the nails of a dead kid?

Since the morning
of January 1, 2006,

when his wife, Samantha, was
found murdered in their home,

I have stood
by my client, Simon Rose.

I was at his side
while he grieved over his loss,

while he endured trial,
mistrial and the retrial

that wrongfully convicted him
of a crime

he did not commit.

My belief in Simon Rose
has never faltered,

and this morning's development
has vindicated my belief.

The discovery of this blood
under the dead child's nails

is evidence that there
is someone in Las Vegas...

A child murderer...
Who has the same DNA profile

as my incarcerated
but innocent client, Simon Rose.

Mr. Rose must be released

and the real murderer

of both Will Sutter
and Samantha Rose

brought to justice.

Thank you.

This is Simon Rose's blood
all over his wife.

He choked her to death,
left her on the kitchen floor,

and then claimed to have been

upstairs asleep
when she was attacked.

Well, if he choked her,
then how did his blood

wind up on her?

Well, because, for once,

she fought back.

She broke his nose,
scratched his face.

She couldn't stop him.

And I guarantee that he took her

halfway there
a dozen times before.

And there were police call-outs

for domestic,
but no convictions.

The house told the story.

Punched-in walls
covered up with paintings.

Broken vases
glued back together.

He's rich and handsome,
he always got away with it,

and he almost got away
with killing her, too.

The mistrial?

The prosecution had
a slam dunk going,

but there was juror misconduct.

Couple of weeks into the trial,

two jurors got their
hands on a bottle of gin

and got tanked at lunch.

Other jurors said
that they saw one

of Lynn Stecker's associates
bringing the booze to them.

Yeah, but nobody can prove that.

They have tried everything
to get this guy off,

and they're still trying.

By planting blood
under a dead kid's nails?

I got to say,
I wouldn't put it past them.

Okay.

So, where did Rose's blood
come from?

There were no preservatives
in the sample,

which means it wasn't blood

drawn from Rose and
stored in a blood bank.

If Rose did

plan this,
he could have had blood drawn

and stored without preservative
before going to prison.

We're only dealing
with a minute amount.

He could have snuck some
blood out of prison

via mail or a bribed guard.

Be tough to track that one down.

Well, if Rose

cut himself to draw blood,
he might still have a wound.

I'd like to examine him.

As long as you're just looking
and not questioning,

he doesn't have a right
to an attorney.

So, make that happen.

Any other possible
sources for the blood?

Samantha's dress
with Rose's blood on it.

It's in permanent storage
at the Central Evidence Vault.

All right, why don't the three
of you focus on those angles,

and Greg and I will look
at something else.

A boy was killed.

Simon Rose didn't do it.

We need to find out who did.

Jim, at this firm,

we are the Lakers,
not the Globetrotters.

We don't rely on tricks.

Oh, I've seen you
pass the ball behind your back

quite a few times
over the years, Lynn.

We've been pressing to get an
appeal for nearly two years.

This morning's discovery

will merely serve as one
more piece to present

in the evidentiary hearing...

A chance to get real
justice for my client.

This morning's discovery?

We're talking about a dead boy.

Don't give me justice
for your client.

Don't give me that.

Samantha Rose was covered
in your client's blood.

Funny how that works.

I argue in trial that one of
Mr. Rose's many powerful enemies

could have easily drugged
and wounded Mr. Rose,

killed his wife and then planted
Mr. Rose's blood on his wife,

and the prosecution, the media,

treat that theory
like it was a joke.

And yet, in this
new case, some vast

blood-plant conspiracy is
the only viable explanation.

Fitting that it should be
blood we're talking about,

because isn't the stuff supposed
to smell kind of iron-y?

That's cute, Lynn.

But I'm telling you...
And I want you to hear this...

If you know anything
about this dead boy

or the manipulation of evidence,

you have a lot more to lose
than just an appeal.

Does it get old, Jim?

Being sent
as the sheriff's messenger?

Because when you're ready

to join a new team, you call me.

Yeah, I know a lot of guys
that worked P.I. for you.

Financially, it's great.

Ethically, it's not so great.

By the way,
your theory's flawed.

Oh?
If someone wanted
to plant blood,

they could do it
in any crime scene.

What kind of a monster would
kill a kid to accomplish that?

The same kind of monster

who couldn't just divorce
Samantha Rose.

Yeah, I-I remember you
on this case.

Boy, when Rose got off

that first time round
on that mistrial,

must have driven you nuts, huh?

Drove me toward some brochures
about Costa Rica.

You're smart
to get away like that.

'Cause I remember,
when I was wearing that vest,

I always told myself
I'd do the same.

Little fishing lodge,
Ely, Minnesota.

Clear all of it out.

But... just didn't
happen that way.

You ever get out of
town now, George?

Oh, nah.

This-this here,
this is my castle.

Let me see here.

Yeah.

Samantha Rose.

When was the last time
this evidence was taken out

by the defense
for independent examination?

Let's see.

November 4, 2006.

Returned two days later.

Right before the trial started.

Sealed, signed

and dated by yours truly.

Here you go.
Thank you.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm going to need to see

Simon Rose's visitation records.

Yes, sir.

And I'd also like to
speak with his cell mate.

Well, his cell mate
was paroled three days ago,

but I can get you
his PO's contact info.

All right.

You Ray Langston?

Yes.

Nate Haskell says hello.

Trustee!

Get back to work!

Step to the center of the cell.

Hello, Mr. Rose.

My name is Ray Langston.

I work with the crime lab,

and I'm here
to examine you today.

Notice you have a cut there
on your neck.

Can't help but breed
a few enemies in here.

You just hope that they come
at you with spoons, not knives.

Breakfast, couple days ago.

Infirmary already shot photos,
documented the wound,

wrote up a report.

Mm-hmm.
Take your shirt off, please.

I know how you guys are feeling.

Wake up one day
and everything's upside down.

Suddenly, what you know to be
impossible is the only thing

anyone else will believe,
because it's written in blood.

Turn around.

You know, when I was framed...

I kept telling myself...

if everything could be upended
in one morning like that,

maybe someday
I'll wake up another day

and everything gets flipped back

the way it should be
just as suddenly.

It took 1,000 mornings

for that to finally
happen, Doctor.

I wouldn't count on that
if I were you.

Now, shut up
and drop your pants.

What sort of physical evidence
do you guys have?

Anything, uh, interesting
from the dump site?

Well, we're
working on it.
Well, what about

that pay phone
where the guy phoned it in?

Sometimes you luck out
with a camera, fingerprints...

Sorry.

Listen to me.

You still have the
instincts, huh, George?

Take care of yourself, okay?

You, too.

Good to see you.
You, too.

George?

Hmm?

Whose Cadillac is this?

That's mine...
Uh, thing barely runs anymore.

I just...

I just can't bring myself
to junk it.

I'm going to need you
to open the trunk for me,

please.

Step over there for me, please.

What is that?
That's a piece of a
candy bar wrapper.

Same brand Will Sutter
was eating.

I was the only one left
in the building last night.

I was closing up the vault...

little after midnight.

Turning off the lights.

Hey!

He was dead.

And I was afraid
that him being inside there

could jeopardize the evidence.
George, why
didn't you

just call it in? Why didn't you
just let us know about it?

That vault...

is mine to protect.

I keep the records.

I watch over the evidence.

If someone gets inside

that's not supposed
to get inside...

that intrusion can compromise
all the evidence,

could threaten every conviction.

I was not going
to let that happen.

I put all the Rose evidence
in a new box,

I... signed
and redated the seals

and placed it back
in its spot on the shelf.

I drove out to the vacant lot,

cleaned out the trunk
afterwards...

then called 911.

I didn't want
to leave him out there

any longer than I had to.

Well, it looks like this
is where Will Sutter bled out.

It's consistent
with George's story.

What was that kid doing in here?

Take a look at this.

"5-4-A-

0-0-2-8-A."

That's the evidence number
for the Rose case.

With someone's algebra homework
on the back?

I'm guessing... Will Sutter's.

He knew what he
was looking for.
Yeah.

How did he get this number?

Well, Rose's attorneys would
have it in their case files.

But anybody in law enforcement
can look that up

on the C-Track database.

So, what are we saying, that...

Simon Rose
didn't kill Will Sutter

and have his blood
planted on him,

but one of Rose's associates
sent Will

in here to steal evidence?

It looks good for Rose's appeal

if the prosecution
lost all the evidence.

Yes, but why send a kid?

He's 14 years old, he's smart,

he follows instructions well,

and if he gets caught,
he's a juvie...

They just chalk it up to a...
youthful misadventure.

That sounds right,

but why Will Sutter?

What is his connection
to Simon Rose?

If you're
looking at Will Sutter's death,

here's your tip: kid's dead,
boy's mother cashes in.

Look at her bank account.

Strange how that happens...

He's dead, and she's rich.

It came in

as an anonymous tip.

That's Will's dad.

You told me
that he wasn't in your life.

He isn't.

You used to work
at the Shade Club.

Simon Rose was a silent partner

in that club,
spent a lot of time there.

I served him drinks.
And last week,
you deposited

$10,000 into your bank account.

Are you actually accusing me
of something?

Your son broke in
to the police evidence vault.

He died while trying
to steal evidence

from the Samantha Rose
murder case.

Somebody sent him
on that mission.

Now, between the money
and your affiliation

with Simon Rose, it says
that that somebody was you.

Look, that...

The money?

Will's dad came by last week.

He'd hit some parlay
at the sports book: $50,000.

He was drunk and generous...
Gave me $10,000.

I took the money.

God knows he owes me twice
that in child support.

Why is he calling us?

He probably sobered up

when he found out
what happened to Will

and-and got pissed
that I'd still have the money...

all to myself.

What a deal for me, huh?

Look, if you're
going to arrest me,

then-then do it.

I'm not here to...

Then, get the hell
out of my house.

I still can't figure out
how Will got inside the vault.

On the night of his death,

the only thing
that enters the vault

are the evidence custodians...

and the evidence.

Wait. Go back a little bit.

That's good. Hold it.

Bring up camera three.

You know, I found some beige
microfibers in Will's hair.

Hodges I.D.'d them
as the same type

used in upholstered furniture.

Hand me that evidence
entry list again, please.

Thanks.

"A woman walking her dog
spotted the bloody sofa

"sitting under a streetlight
in a park at 10:30 p.m.

"Evidence custodians were
sent out to retrieve the sofa,

"and it was brought back
to the vault for holding

pending further investigation."

Give me a hand here, will you?

The cloth's been...

slit along the seam.

Stapled shut at the top.

Open at the bottom.

Check it out.

Trojan horse.

Trojan sofa.

Must have been
pretty terrifying, huh?

All hunkered down,
alone in there in the dark.

Brave kid wasted
on a fool's errand.

Will wasn't bleeding
when he came into the vault.

Then, where did
that blood come from?

Right.

Yeah. Smells a
little fishy.

Does it?

Yeah, it does.

Hematrace.

Yeah.

Not human.

Blood was just the bait.

Smeared on the sofa
to draw attention.

Sacrificial sea bass
to bless the Trojan voyage.

Captain, you wanted to see me
about the Sutter case?

Sit down.

Will... was actually a
friend of my son, Mason.

But CSI, they've
already talked to him.

Two days ago, you looked up
the Samantha Rose case

on the C-Track
database. Why?

No, I didn't.

Your computer,

4:00 p.m.
Two days ago,
4:00 p.m.,

I would've been...
doing paperwork in my office.

My son stopped by to hang out,

do some homework.

Was Mason in your office?

Yeah, he said his mom
was bugging him at home,

so I said he could hang out.

Did he have access
to your computer?

Well... for a minute,
yeah, I guess.

Do you recognize this sofa?

This looks like an old one
we got out in the garage.

Is that blood?

Mason?

Get out here. Now.

Mason?

My God!

Control, this is
Captain Brass.
Oh, my God!

Easy, buddy.

Send paramedics to my location.

Easy, Mason.

Mason must have written down
the Rose evidence number

and given it to Will.

Kid might have miscalculated
more than his algebra.

Found the weapon.

With a bloody print
on the handle.

You know, either
this assailant's

sloppy and disorganized,

or really, really bold.

They didn't just leave a print;

they left a card.

Lynn Stecker, Attorney at Law.

You're lucky this

was on my route
between appointments, Jim.

And whatever you want
to show me better be

earth-shattering.

- Do you know him...
- Officer Ward?

He one of the guys on your team?

Never seen him before.

I know you know his
son, Mason, now.

I know you know him,

because we found your
business card in his bedroom.

How dare you.

And he's going in and
out of consciousness.

He hasn't said much... yet.

Yes, I met the kid
earlier today.

He tried to ambush me
in the firm's parking garage.

I saw you on TV, and I
know you're trying to get

Simon Rose out of jail,
because nobody knows

how his blood got on that
dead kid, but I do know how.

Look, kid, I don't know
what you're doing here...

Will snuck into the
evidence vault on a dare.

All right, I know how he got in,

and I know how he got
Simon Rose's blood on him.

And if you don't give me $5,000,
I'm going to tell the cops.

And Simon Rose will
stay in prison forever.

He tried to extort you,
and you didn't report it?

I'm reporting it now.
You pay him?

Or do you know someone
who plays baseball?

I gave him cab fare.

Told him to get lost.

How much?

I don't know... whatever
was in my pocket... $200.

That's like cab fare to Reno.

A bold and creative kid
like that...

He reminded me
of some of my best interns.

I gave him my card, told him
to call me in a few years.

Let's let him make it
through the night first.

Good luck on that appeal.

So, I heard that Mandy matched
the bloody print from the bat

to another crime scene.

Yeah, a swing shift case

from the night
before Will Sutter died.

Swing shift CSIs responded

to an extinguished house fire

at 494 Harris Street.

Just northwest of Will Sutter
and Mason Ward's homes.

The house had stood vacant

for the past three months,
but upon entering it,

the CSIs discovered
the following items.

Lighter.

Peace pipe.

And the print on that bong
matches a print on the bat.

So, somebody parties
in a vacant house,

sets it on fire,

then three days later,
attempts to kill Mason Ward?

Yeah, and in the meantime,

Mason helps Will sneak
into the evidence vault.

There's got to be
a connection there.

Rose.

The burnt house
was at the corner

of Harris Street
and Rose Street.

Mason must have thought

the address was on Rose Street.

He wanted to retrieve
the evidence.

So, Mason went
to his dad's office.

Looked up Rose Street
in the C-Track database,

but mistakenly wrote down
the evidence number

for Rose, Samantha.

But we don't have any evidence

of Will being
in that burnt house.

There was no THC
in his tox results.

So, he wasn't partying.

Why did he go in
to get the evidence?

Maybe so he'd be invited
to the next party.

This...

is a bottle of tequila.

We need to find Steve Reppling.

Las Vegas Police. Open up.

Mr. and Mrs. Reppling,

we need to talk to your son.

Open up.

- Anything we can do?
- There's nobody home.

I'll be back with a unit...
We'll break down the door.

Call me if you need me.

Copy that, Captain.

Dr. Ray.
Yes?

Something's burning over there.

Wouldn't that be right around...

The corner of Harris and Rose.

Patrol, this is
Charlie-Zero-Four Sidle.

402 fire,
single-family residence

at the corner
of Harris and Rose Street.

His bike's here.

Steven, where are you?

Steve!

We saw your bicycle outside.

We know you're in here.

There he is.

Get him out of here.

Dr. Ray, come on!

Right behind you.
Let's go!

Sara.

We've got, uh, apparent kindling
for the blaze.

Lynn Stecker
gave Mason Ward $200.

He deserved it.

Excuse me?

Mason deserved to die.

Mason started everything
that night.

He bought some weed
off a sophomore.

Snuck a few bottles
from his dad.

We'd been hanging out
in that house.

Mason...
Wha...?

What-what did you do?!

I was just messing
around with the lighter,

and then the whole...

I'm gone.

We needed help.

We knew Will
could figure something out.

So, we went back over, and the
firemen had put the fire out,

but the CSIs were bringing out
all the stuff we left in there.

What kind of stuff?

Uh...

Look, Will, you got to help us.

Okay, that stuff is evidence.

They're going to trace it
and lock us up.

You're the smart one.

You can come up with something.

Just... just, please. Please.
Come on, man.

All right. Just...
just let me think for a minute.

Will was smarter, braver.

He was better than both of us.

Two Benjamins.

And I think I can get even more

out of the lady if I just...
Will died!

Trying to save us.

And what, you-you're just going
to make money off of that?

All right, you can have
$50 of it, okay?

You got change?

It was blood money.

I needed to see it burn.

I didn't even care
if I went with it.

We let Will down.

He's the one
who deserved to grow up.

♪ ♪

Oh, Mom, this is exactly
the one I wanted!

That the good one?

Stop.

This is the best mom
in the world.

Ah, I love you, baby.
I love you, too.

I have legal proof now.

I am the best mom.

Wow.

Check this out.

We can pop wheelies right here.

All right.

Okay, guys, get in
for a group shot.

Hi.
Hi.