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♪ Take a step
to the left and right ♪

♪ The left and right ♪

♪ Throw your hands
strap in the sky ♪

♪ like an amusement ride ♪

♪ Next your head,
you put it at your feet ♪

♪ And stick your arm
to the side ♪

♪ And shake your hand
like it's gone to sleep ♪

♪ And that's the blackjack way,
come on! ♪

♪ Take a step
to the left and right ♪

♪ The left and right ♪

♪ Throw your hands
straight up in the sky ♪

♪ Like an amusement ride ♪

♪ Next your head,
put it at your feet ♪

♪ And stick your arm
to the side ♪

♪ Shake your hand
like it's gone to sleep ♪

♪ And that's the blackjack way ♪

♪ Take a step
to the left and right ♪

♪ The left and right ♪

♪ Throw your hands
straight up in the sky ♪

♪ Like an amusement ride ♪

♪ Next your head,
you put it at your feet ♪

♪ And stick your arm
to the side ♪

♪ And shake your hand
like it's gone to sleep ♪

♪ And that's
the blackjack way. ♪

Cleaning crew found
him about an hour ago.

Principal's on his way in now.

What was he doing
here on a Saturday?

The SATs were this morning.

Best guess, he was
studying late last night,

someone locked up without
knowing he was here.

Kid doesn't come home
and his parents don't report it?

Who knows what
his home life was like?

Blunt and sharp force trauma.

Here's your murder
weapon right here.

Whatever happened,
it's safe to say

our perp didn't have
much of a plan.

And our vic's was snuffed out.

9x08
Late Admissions

♪ Out here in the fields

♪ I fight for my meals

♪ I get my back into my living

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

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No to the Post,
no to the Daily News.

I'll have a comment when there's
something to comment on.

Those in the vic's backpack?

Yeah. Dextroamphetamines.

Vic might have
suffered from ADHD.

Did have an I.D., though.

Wallet was in the vic's
backpack.

Uh, Luke Stevenson,
DOB: 8/12/94.

Luke Stevenson?

What's the address?

1013 Kings Row, Brooklyn.

Got called to a scene
around 8:00 last night.

When I got home,
his door was closed.

I assumed he was asleep.

I knew he had
the SAT this morning.

I'm so sorry, Frank.

I can call your ex-wife.

No, I'll tell her.

She should hear it from me.

I don't understand.

He was such a good kid,
you know?

You met him.

He never did anything wrong.

Not a damn thing.

We don't know much
right now, Frank.

Is there anything
you can tell me?

I don't know.

A week ago, his friend Nate,
Nate Paulson,

he OD'd mixing prescription
meds with alcohol.

It was rough on Luke.

But he seemed okay.

We talked about it.

What kind of meds?

I don't know.

Did Luke have ADHD?

Attention deficit?

No.

Why are you asking me?

We found a bag of pills
in his backpack.

Dextroamphetamines.

They're used to treat...

I know what they're used for.

Luke didn't have ADHD.

Is it possible he could have
taken his friend's death

harder than you think?

Maybe he was having
trouble dealing with...

They weren't his.

- Frank.
- They weren't his.

What... what are you
telling me?

That he was using them
to get high?

That's not what I'm saying.

He was what?

That he was, uh,
some drug addict,

and I didn't even know about it?

Frank, just listen to me.

That's not what I'm saying.

I don't know that.

Kids use this stuff for
all kinds of reasons.

To study longer.

Focus better on their exams.

With the SAT's coming up
and college applications,

he could have just
been stressed, and...

No. No way.

Not my boy.

Hey, it's me.

I figured you might
still be sleeping.

Red-eye probably
knocked you out, huh?

I just wanted
to hear your voice

and see if you're
doing all right.

You don't want
to get into it, I know.

I just thought...
I don't know what I thought.

I just want to know
that you're okay.

So call me back if you feel
like talking, please.

Say hey to your dad for me.

All right? I love you.

Hey. You ready?

I haven't even eaten yet.

Eat in the truck.

Come on, sleepyhead.

Let's go.

Okay, okay, okay.

I testified for Frank
on numerous homicides.

He would always
talk about him.

Always so proud
of how he was doing.

He tried my first case

on the job.

Luke was only a year old.

Okay.

Uh, nothing particularly
unique to report, I'm afraid.

COD is as expected.

Blunt and sharp force
trauma to the head.

Multiple blows,

which suggests some
kind of rage, perhaps.

I extracted a shard of the mug

that lodged in the wound tract,
among other, smaller pieces.

Toxicology was
completely clean.

- Uh, the same could not be said...
- Hang on.

Tox showed nothing?

No foreign
substances detected.

But I pulled the autopsy
report for Nate Paulson,

like you asked.

He had in excess
of 400 milligrams

of dextroamphetamine
in his system.

Plus a blood alcohol level
of .24.

How long does dextroamphetamine
stay in the system?

Uh, the half-life
is about, uh, ten hours,

so depending on the amount
taken and diet and metabolism,

it would still be
present anywhere

from three to four days
after ingestion.

Something's not right.

Luke had dextro in his backpack.

He was probably up all week,
studying for the SAT's.

He was cramming for it
when he was killed.

That's exactly when he would
have the stuff in his system,

so... if he was using the
pills as a study drug,

why aren't they
in his system?

I hate to say it, but if he
was in possession of it

but not using it...

He was selling it.

But where was he
getting it from?

Hawkes, you have the plastic
bag of dextro recovered

from Luke's backpack?

Yeah, it's right here, Mac.

Drop what you're doing.

- I need you to print the bag.
- You got it.

Billy Wharton?

He goes to our vic's school.

Frank was right.

The drugs weren't Luke's.

Oof.

Damn, kid.

Do a wash, my man.

Cab drivers smell
better than this.

Satisfied?

You've gone through
both my lockers.

Can... can you just tell me
what you're looking for?

I think you know
what we're looking for.

Actually, I don't,
so can you please just tell me?

Because I'm
a little scared here.

Obviously, this has
something to do with Luke.

Harvard would be lucky to
have someone as smart as you.

What can you tell us
about these?

Wh-Where did...
where did you find those?

Luke's backpack.

I thought it might
have been him.

He-he stole those.

From my locker.

You dealing, too?

He steal your stash?

You guys get into an argument?

Things get out of hand?

I take dextro
and you jump to me dealing?

I'm not a drug dealer, sir.

I-I have
a prescription for those.

Why were they in a plastic bag?

I'm not exactly looking
to advertise that I have ADHD.

I-I don't... I don't need to be
carrying a prescription bottle

around school.

We know there's bad blood
between you and Luke.

As recently
as yesterday morning.

Luke, I saw you.

You were copying
off my exam.

Now, you know, if you get
caught, it's my ass, too.

Hey, listen to me.

I mean, if our answers
are too similar...

Get the hell out
of my face, man.

What's wrong with you?

Hey, hey, break it up.

That's enough!

That's enough, I said!

One of you better tell me
what this is about.

And when Mr. Connors broke it up.

I mean, I could have ratted on
him right there, but I didn't.

I kept my mouth shut.

I considered Luke a friend.

Can I go?

I mean, I'm already
late for practice.

Kid's pretty smooth.

He's got an answer
for everything.

Too smooth.

See if his parents
can confirm the prescriptions

and subpoena his
phone records.

Get them to Adam.

If he's clean, I want
to be able to tell Frank

that we looked at everything.

Rooster tail, huh?

Worked when I was a kid.

I'm guessing the trout
haven't wised up any.

Any chance I can convince you
to keep what you catch?

You know, pan-seared
with a little garlic...

No.

What are you doing here, Linds?

What do you mean?

- You brought me out here.
- No, home.

What are you doing home?

What, you think I
shouldn't have come?

Come on.

I love seeing you.
You know that.

Just wondering what you
think you can accomplish

by being here.

What do you mean, accomplish?

The way you feel about him.

The things you got
going on inside of you.

You're still going to feel
those same things tomorrow.

Maybe.

Is that why you
brought me out here?

I just want to protect you, is all.

That's all any father wants.

Boy, I tried,

but you can't protect your
daughter from everything.

Eventually, the day comes
when you have to pick her up

off the ground
after she skins her knee

and tell her everything's
going to be all right.

Or wipe away the tears

after some boy
breaks her heart.

Find the words to tell her
her mother's gone.

But that's life.

I couldn't teach you everything,
and you wouldn't even let me.

You have your own way
of doing things, but...

I'm not that little girl
anymore, Dad.

I haven't been for a long time.

And I know you're
proud of me,

but I know that you wish
I didn't do what I do.

Or see the things I see.

That innocence was gone
a long time ago.

And I don't regret
the choices that I've made,

and I don't regret seeing
the things I've seen.

You're an impressive
young woman, Lindsay.

But you grew up so fast.

What I'm trying to say is,
haven't you seen enough?

Oh, let me guess.

"Life is not measured
by the breaths we take

but by the moments
that take our breath away."

That's close.
It's actually,

"Where my party, p-party,
party, p-party people at?"

It's Nelly.

That would have been
my second guess.

- What's up with her?
- Blonde hair Hawkes recovered

from the pocket watch.

I ran it for DNA, but no hit.

However, it's, uh,
badly damaged.

It's severely dry,
had a split cortex,

and also has a
slight green tinge.

So, you're thinking it
belonged to a swimmer.

Exactly.

Found traces of chlorine,
copper, iron and manganese,

all of which are found
in a swimming pool.

The length and color are
consistent with Melanie Rogers.

Along with five other
girls on the swim team,

but only one of them
was dating Nate Paulson.

The kid who OD'd
on dextro and alcohol.

Boom.

Impressive last 50 meters.

Thanks.

I'm Jo Danville, crime lab.
This is Detective Flack.

- Sorry to hear about your
boyfriend, Nate. - Yeah.

And now, with what's
happened to Luke,

I bet it's been pretty rough.

I've had better weeks.

Luckily, I have this
to keep my mind off of it.

Well, I'm going to need
your mind to think about it

just for a few more moments.

Sorry.

We found over 400 milligrams
of dextro in Nate's system

after he passed away.

He didn't pass away.

He OD'd.

Did you know he was taking it?

He was addicted to it.

One minute he was happy,
the next depressed.

We fought about
practically everything.

He wasn't the same person

as when we first
started dating.

Do you know
where he was getting it?

He was getting it
from Luke, wasn't he?

Did you blame Luke
for Nate's overdose?

We have evidence that puts you
at the crime scene, Melanie.

Things get out of hand?

You're emotional.

You blame him for Nate.

Hit him in the head
with the coffee mug.

You guys are sick.

You know that?

I went to the library to
see if Luke was all right.

He took Nate's death pretty hard.

The watch was Nate's.

His grandfather gave it to him.

He carried it with him everywhere.

I thought Luke would want it.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

I haven't even
done anything yet.

Lindsay.
How long has it been?

This thing stinks.

Lucy, how long has it been?

I don't know, like,
five minutes.

That should be good.

- Right?
- I-I don't know.

You didn't have a potato

without these things
growing out of it?

Look. Who has the lighter?

What do you need
a lighter for?

To sterilize the needle.

This is a bad idea.

I don't like this one bit.

Caroline, what are you doing?

I'm looking out.

I'm keeping a lookout.

My mom and dad
aren't even home.

I told you that.

Okay, good.

Now give me the rubbing alcohol.

Rubbing alcohol, too?

I just have to get
the rust off of it.

- Rust? What the hell?!
- Shh! I'm kidding.

You just don't want it
to get infected.

Okay, Lucy.

Hold the potato
behind her ear.

One, two...

"Fred goes to the video
store on Broadway."

Fred, you are a moron.

Online video, dude.

"He buys three videos for $25."

God, you're killing me.

"This was $15 more

than twice what he paid
for a box of Goobers."

I would go with Raisinets,
but whatever.

"How much were the Goobers?"

First of all, five bucks for
chocolate covered peanuts?

Second, isn't this kid in, like
AP Calculus?

Yo, you hear
from Lindsay?

No.

What's all this?

Uh, Billy Wharton's
phone records.

Text messages, actually.

Uh, I didn't find any contact
between him and Luke.

These are all basic
algebra problems.

So, they're all like this?

Solve for x,
solve for y,

two trains leave Grand Central?

Yeah, everything
is fairly innocuous.

No sexting, nothing.

It's pretty disappointing.

I would keep digging, because
Mac's not done with this kid.

Bet you're not loving the
fact that you're the one

with the surgeon's hands
around here, are you?

Don't get me started.

What's up?

Find anything in Luke's backpack
that's related to basic algebra?

You know, word problems
or anything like that?

No, not that I can think of.

Uh, his notebooks
are right there,

if you want to
take a look.

I need a coffee, huh?

- You good?
- Yeah, I'm good.

Don't worry about it.
Thanks.

Hey, Mac,
you've got to read this.

Check it out, right here.

Open letter to the Times.

"I am a student
at Vernon Academy.

"I feel compelled to bring
to light an epidemic

"that is plaguing the school
that I have attended

since I was in
kindergarten.

"It involves the abuse
of dextroamphetamines.

"I lost a close friend
as a result of this,

and it is incumbent upon..."

It cuts off there.

So Luke wasn't selling
the drugs.

He was going
to blow the whistle.

He looks nervous.

He should be.

Luke was going public
with the dextro abuse.

That's what the fight in the
hallway was about, wasn't it?

He made the story up about
Luke cheating off of him.

Luke confronts him,

maybe gives him one last
out to quit dealing.

Billy tells him to piss off.

This isn't just
some casual lunch.

If Billy supplied these
kids with dextro,

and Luke was going to go
public with the names,

they all had a
lot to lose.

I'll make sure I
get their names.

Is that Frank?

That's Frank.

What the hell
are you doing, Frank?

This isn't good.

I'm going.

You want to tell me
what you're doing here?

That son of a bitch
killed my son.

We don't know that.

You hear me?

We don't know that.

- What's in your pocket?
- Nothing.

Take your hand out
of your pocket.

Listen to me, we don't even have
proof that Billy was dealing.

Yes, we do.

I subpoenaed Billy's
psychiatric records.

You don't have probable
cause to do that, Frank.

Judge Spencer
owed me a favor.

Billy goes to four
different psychiatrists.

He fakes the
symptoms for ADHD,

then he gets a prescription
for dextroamphetamines

from all of them.

That's where he gets
the stuff from.

- Two of them he doesn't even...
- I don't want to hear this.

Judge Spencer owed
you a favor?

What are you doing, Frank?
Listen to yourself.

He killed Luke.

You're not only jeopardizing
the investigation,

you're risking your job.

Now let us do what we do.

If Billy did this,
we'll catch him.

The right way...
no favors.

Don't make me go
to your bosses.

Now, go home.

I'll call you later.

Okay, ready? Pretend to make
out with your latest crush.

Oh, Dillon.
Oh, Dillon.

Dillon?

Ew!

- Wait, Dillon?
- Yeah.

What's wrong with Dillon?
He's cute.

He's got weird teeth...
they're all crooked.

So?

And he wears all black.

I think he's goth
or something.

Ooh, you like bad boys,
don't you?

Maybe.

Cowboys are boring.

You're up.
Red.

R-E-D.

Green.

G-R-E-E-N.

Four.

Truth. What was the
last dream you had?

Are you serious?

That's so lame.

No, I want to hear this.

Okay.

You were all in it.

I dreamed
that we were all seniors

and we all had
our driver's licenses.

Linds, you had
a convertible Trans Am.

A Trans Am?

Ford F250, please.

And we all drove down to
the reservoir to our spot.

We all had our
acceptance letters,

you know, for colleges.

And we opened them up...

and we all got into
different schools.

Oh, Caroline.

What the hell, Caroline?

Your last dream, she said,
not your last nightmare.

We're all applying to
one school, and that's it.

And everyone's getting in.

And everyone's going.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I'm requesting a
transfer to NSA.

Approved.

I think I did it, Jo.

What exactly did you do?

- I cracked his code.
- Whose code?

Billy's.

His phone was filled

with these
algebra problems

sent to him by
other students.

They're way too easy
to be actual questions

from students that
are this smart.

Ugh, I was never
very good at these.

The questions are a request
for dextroamphetamines.

And the answer is
how many they want?

Mm-hmm.

So, Billy is dealing.

Yeah, and the
details are all here.

Check this out.

"Jack goes to the
driving range."

Means the deal is going to go
down at the driving range,

- most likely Chelsea Piers.
- Okay.

"Buys a bucket of 312 balls."

I mean nobody buys
a bucket of 312 balls.

Your arm would
fall off.

So, the deal is going
to go down at 3:12.

If Jack hits 78 balls
in an hour,

how many hours will it take
for him to hit all 312?

Okay, well, all right.

So, the answer...

don't tell me.

The answer is 312 divided by 78.

- Four.
- There you go.

That means this person
wants four pills.

But how do you know
who the person is?

Well, this one was sent by...

Melanie Rogers.

You lied to me, Melanie.

I didn't lie.

You let us believe that Luke
was supplying students

with dextroamphetamines
when you knew all along

it was Billy who was selling.

It's not just Billy.

I can name 20 people,
right now, that sell the stuff.

It's so easy to get.

Most of them have
legitimate prescriptions

or they just go into a shrink,
stare out the window,

and say they're having a hard
time focusing in school.

Why are you taking it?

Such a smart girl.

Because it works.

B-pluses don't cut it anymore.

Not when you're trying
to get into the top schools.

Dextro makes you focus,
study longer.

It works.

Like it worked for Nate?

If you got caught, you were
jeopardizing your whole future.

Everything you'd worked
so hard for.

You had a lot to lose if Luke
went public and named names.

I didn't kill Luke.

Then who did?

All I know is Billy said
he would take care of it.

I'm not seeing him, Adam.

You've got to help me out here, man.

You should be
right on top of him.

Well, maybe that's the problem.

I'm right on top of him,
he's on street level.

That I can't help you with.

- But the signal indicates...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I got him.

Yo!

Heads up.

Hey!

Stop! Police!

Heads up!

Heads up! Look out!

That's it.
It's over.

That's it!

That one.

I'd go to that one.

The really bright
one straight ahead.

That's the North Star.

You know because the
Big Dipper points to it.

See?

Do you think you'll
ever leave here?

Montana?

And go where?

Yeah, I don't know.

Anywhere.

No.

I like it here.

I will.

One day.

I like how big
it is out there.

You heading over?

Yeah.

Well, you know where I stand
on this, but...

you're my daughter,
and I love you.

If you want me
to go with you...

I'll go with you.

I love you, too, Dad.

I gotta do this on my own.

So how are things
going on with Dr. Renway.

Or Dr. Overbrook.

Or... Dr. Parkston.

Or Dr. Gleeson.

Selling dextroamphetamines
is a felony, Billy,

and you're looking at I don't
even know how many counts.

But I'm guessing Harvard
will not be impressed

with your
entrepreneurial skills.

You sold to Nate Paulson,
didn't you?

Didn't matter how
much he wanted,

or how out of control
his addiction was,

you just kept
selling to him.

And Luke blamed you
for his death,

that's what the fight
was about, wasn't it?

He told you he was going
to blow the whistle.

But you nipped that
in the bud, huh?

You found him in the library.

Let me guess: you want a lawyer.

No.

I want to trade.

Trade?
Trade what?

Mr. Connors.

What are you doing with these?

We use them as study aids.

I mean, to focus,
to stay up late.

Not to get high
or anything.

We?

Half the school uses them.

Your, your champion
debate guys.

The prized pupils at
the front of the class.

Ever wonder how all
those B-pluses turn to A's?

So, now what?

Nothing. Get out of here.

You were able to pull those
off the murder weapon?

Yeah. Infrared images.

There were too many cracks

to see a usable
print with powder.

But as you can see,
even with infrared,

there's too much separation and
breaks within key points.

It would never hold up in court.

How are you with Photoshop?

Build the missing ridges
and print it out for me.

Maybe we won't need it
to hold up in court.

The one who got away.

A lot of nerve
showing up here.

I'm guessing you've got
something to say,

so why don't you
have a seat, huh?

How much money did you get out
of the cash register that day?

How much?

I want to know how much those
lives were worth to you.

This is going to be a
disappointing little discussion.

For both of us.

You were at the trial.

You heard me then, hear me now.

It wasn't me.

You ID'd the wrong guy.

Right.

Yeah, I read your appeals.

They're all based
on the unreliability

of a single eyewitness.

16 years go by,

you waltz into that courtroom
and point your finger at me?

Please.

I feel sorry for you.

I do.

Why did you come here?

What is it that you want, huh?

Absolution?

You want this off
your conscience?

You came to the wrong place,
little girl.

All these years.

All the appeals.

All the denials.

What if we argue this?

What if we argue that?

You still can't state
the simple truth.

You've had quite a
year, Mr. Connors.

2011 Teacher of the Year.

And awards for excellence
from New York universities

honoring high school teachers.

One for $5,000.

Coach of the debate team
champions.

Some would think
you deserve a raise.

The administration did.

I've been very fortunate, yes.

But it also was
a lot of hard work.

I'm sure it was.

I don't doubt that you're
a damn fine teacher.

But you have a responsibility
that transcends good grades

and churning out
Ivy League students.

You have a responsibility
to safeguard the welfare

of the kids
who walk these halls.

I'm not sure I understand
what you're getting at.

Oh, I think you do.

We had a chat
with Billy Wharton.

Luke!

Luke.

What has gotten into you, son?

What the hell was
that all about?

- He knows.
- Knows what?

That I sell my stuff.

He says it's gone too far.

He's going to go public, to the
Times or something.

- What exactly did he say?
- I don't know.

But you better fix it.

Because if I go down,
you're going down with me.

You couldn't afford to let Luke
go to the media with his story.

I didn't touch Luke.

No. But you did touch this.

I just wanted him
to consider how many lives

would be affected
if he went forward with this.

Luke, consider what
you're doing, son.

Don't call me "son."

Billy told me that you know.

It's more complicated than that.

No. No, it isn't.

You should have said
something a long time ago.

And I should have
said something.

They'll fire me.

I'll lose my job.

I have a family.

A daughter.

You should have thought
about that before.

I'm begging you, son.

Don't do this.

I've been at this school
for 12 years.

I've known you since
you were in kindergarten.

Think of the other students.

The futures that are at stake.

What about Nate?

What about his future?

I have to live
the rest of my life

with the guilt of...
of not saying anything.

And so should you.

Don't pretend you're concerned
about your students.

The only future you were
concerned about was your own.

I'm sorry.

Daniel Katums, do you
have any last words?

I'm sorry
for what I've done.

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