Cold Case s07e03 Episode Script

THE FOLLOWING STORY IS FICTIONAL AND DOES NOT DEPITC ANY ACTUAL PERSON OR EVENT.
MR.
??? A CAR THEFT assault, eluding police.
Your Honor, Alex is a good kid.
Mr.
Caceres was in front of this court on drug trafficking charges less than six months ago.
ATTORNEY: Beuse He was forced to mule drugs for his previous foster parents.
His father's been incarcerated since he was an infant.
His mother and his brother were killed two years ago.
If you could just let Alex explain.
Mr.
Caceres.
Judge Your-your Honor sir I I took my foster father's car for a ride.
I-I know I was wrong.
Just needed to get away.
Does that explain your foster father's broken wrist? He tried to hit me.
I got scared, moved out of the way.
The DA recommends a suspended sentence.
I'M not so inclined.
Mr.
Caceres needs to learn the consequences of his actions.
ATTORNEY: Your Honor, I have a decorated police detective ready to testify on behalf of Alex's character.
He must be running a little late.
So am I.
Approach the bench, Mr.
Caceres.
* Lordy, don't leave me * * All by myself * * Lordy, don't leave me * * All by myself * * Lordy, don't leave me * It's over? Hang 'Em High Harry never goes past two minutes.
Where were you? I got caught up.
Don't tell me.
Alex It's cool, Detective Valens.
They're taking me to this Havenhurst place.
Can't be worse than foster care, right? Hey, look, uh, I'm going to talk to the judge.
Hey, Alex.
I got your back, okay? Jamal wouldn't step off.
Up in Franco's grill.
Franco put two in his.
Bam, bam.
Just left him there.
Colorful story, Michael.
The thing is, Jamal was shot in the chest.
Booked the doer last week.
It wasn't Franco.
Look, you're up on petty theft.
I mean, doing three months.
Why yank our chain? They're sending me to Havenhurst.
I can't go back.
We're homicide, not concierge.
You don't help, going to be a homicide-- mine.
They'll do me like they did Alex.
Alex who? Caceres.
Hey, that was an accident.
You know who he's talking about? Said he slipped.
But I found him.
Bruises all over.
Wrists had marks like he was tied up.
I read the coroner's report.
There was nothing about bruising.
I know what I saw.
You're saying someone at Havenhurst killed him and made it look like an accident? He talked about you.
Hey, you make up that crap about Jamal - to get me in the room? - Didn't even know if you'd remember him.
Yeah, well, I do, so talk.
I ain't saying another word unless you're going to keep me out of Havenhurst.
Got your back, Michael.
Said the same thing to Alex, and look what happened to him.
Alex died of a subdural hematoma.
Havenhurst said it was an accident.
- Well, accidents happen.
- Yeah, well, this one happens in the middle of the night-- no one heard a thing.
The next morning, they moved him out of his room - before the cops got there.
- Wasn't it investigated? Yeah.
M.
E.
called it a slip and fall, and that's that.
Thing is, M.
E.
was a hack.
Scotty, overtime has been cut to the bone.
Deputy Commissioner is breathing down my neck.
Oh, come on, boss.
You're going To let a tool bag like Doherty back you off a case? - I don't see a case here.
- Well, I didn't, either, till I found the autopsy photos.
I'd never seen them before.
The bruising consistent with a physical altercation.
These marks on the wrists look like restraints.
You're thinking abuse.
It wouldn't be the first.
I mean, you know-- uh private facilities like this are barely regulated.
Should have looked closer back then.
What does this kid mean to you, Scotty? A few years back in Narcotics, Alex's mother was going to testify against a dealer in a case of mine.
ALEX: Detective V, what's it take to get a snack around here? If I can't get some change for the vending machine, I'm gonna sue for police brutality.
Uh, I'm just playing.
You know I got much love - for Philly's finest.
- Alex.
Something happened.
His mom and ten-year-old brother were killed in a drive-by.
I transferred out of Narco.
Tried to look after Alex, but You sure this isn't the guilt talking, Scotty? A kid like Michael's been in the worst facilities, and Havenhurst terrifies him.
I mean, something's up.
All right, on the QT, Scotty.
Keep it small.
MAN: We don't think of our kids as offenders.
They need a chance to work out their problems.
We give them a voice.
How's that working out? Seven percent improvement on recidivism rates compared to the state for half of what they spend.
Minimal oversight, too, right? Regulation never kept a kid out of jail.
State rewards us with more cutbacks and more kids.
Can't turn them away.
We're trying to help.
Well, how about Alex Caceres? You able to help him? Alex Caceres.
Yeah, that was a terrible accident.
We're looking into that.
What do you mean? I mean, he slipped in his room, trying to open a window.
AC was on the fritz.
The cops never got a look at the body 'cause you moved it before they got here.
Wasn't a body to me.
We moved him to the infirmary, trying to save his life.
Who has access to the rooms at night? Just the counselors.
Counselors-- that like a guard? Um, "guard" sends the wrong message.
"Counselor" is much better.
Laticia Myers oversaw Alex's dorm.
She still works here.
You ever use restraints on the kids? Never on a kid like Alex.
He was pretty well-behaved.
Any other kids have a problem with him or? I wish I could tell you more.
Alex wasn't here for very long.
This happened five years ago.
- Why are you guys here now? - New information.
We'll need a list of all staff and teachers from 2004.
Employment records, security logs, time cards.
Whatever you need.
Only a matter a time before something like that happened.
Your boss says the place runs smooth.
You got the song and dance from Mr.
Price? All the "Kumbaya" crap? It ain't true? Place is understaffed, over capacity.
Add kids who've never had adult supervision you do that math.
A lot of pressure on you counselors.
Keep your hands to yourself, Alberto! I mean now.
I came up Third and Diamond.
I'm used to boys like this.
Alex was killed in his room.
It possible another kid could have done it? Place like this, doesn't take much to set it off.
Lights out is 9:45.
I catch you out of bed, it's detention.
Catch you in the common room, it's detention.
I catch you in the bathroom it's detention.
You don't mess with me.
I don't mess with you.
You do, I take you down.
* See, boys don't see the candy bleeder * * Don't leave a stain * * On the feet-a, talk down I guarantee you * * Face be in that dirt like a damn anteater * * We stack mail with no envelopes * * No stamps, either * * Wallet is so obese and obtuse that it's absurd * * Wide-screen it expands * Open the door right now! * Observe, enlighten me, never before occurred * * Navigational system, got brains of a nerd * * Whoa, TV screens falling * Give me this backpack, man.
Look what we got here.
Give it back! Oh, you wanted that? My bad, man.
I didn't even know.
Belongs to him, King Kong.
What you call me? You call me - a monkey, homes? - Sure smell like one, bro.
I'm gonna knock your little smart-ass Puerto Rican head in half.
How about that? Ray-Ray! Get up! Get up right now! - Man, get off of me, man.
- Stop! Come on, Alex.
It's over, boys.
It's over.
* Why don we talk about the blades that cut? Machetes * We're going to talk this out.
* TV screens falling out the sky like rain * Evan had a conference with them.
Made them shake hands.
Sent them back in time for lunch.
This Ray-Ray-- type to hold a grudge? Miracle Alex lasted as long as he did.
Ray-Ray.
Big, bad stickup boy on parole after serving a deuce upstate.
Yet you got a library card? JEFFRIES: All right, all right.
Be a gentleman.
Ooh.
Darleen Lydia Marissa.
Just breaking hearts all over South Philly.
What you doing, man? JEFFRIES: Tell us about Alex Caceres.
WHO? Played you in front of your boys day he got to Havenhurst.
Lived in the same dorm.
MILLER: Till he woke up dead in his room - one morning.
- I don't know nothing about that.
Adios, Darleen.
Lydia.
Ooh, Marissa.
Marissa? No.
Can you leave that one? Look, man, I ain't got nothing to hide, man.
All right? Me and Alex was tight, for reals.
* Yeah, we sell crack to our own out the back of our homes * * We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn * RAY-RAY: Hey, man, I'm outside waiting on my ride, right? Cops roll up before I can even empty my pockets, dog.
Got me on felony weight, man.
Looking at some serious time, man.
Ain't you got a younger cousin? Say what? You get a little kid to deliver your product.
They do what you tell them 'cause they scared.
And if they're caught, they can't do serious time.
Man, how do you know that? Lived it.
Can't throw a punch, but you're smart.
Heard you was the one got open the window in your room.
Been trying out for a month, man.
I almost broke my hand trying to work the hinge.
Ain't about muscle.
* These words, melt in my mouth * * They hot, like the jail cell * It's finesse.
You stealing from me, boy? Sit your ass back down.
* Just to get by, just to get by * * We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky * * With the window of the red eye * * Let the lead fly * Take from me again, I'll pull your arm right out of the socket.
The look in Jimmy's eyes.
We all knew he'd been upstate.
This Jimmy get rough with the kids? Look, man, that place was a joke to me.
Except Jimmy.
Him-- I took serious.
Oh, sorry, Dad.
I got caught up.
No, no.
Tomorrow works.
Same time.
Bye.
Oh, no.
You didn't have to cancel your plans.
Partner's right? Share the load? Well, the files are a mess.
Employment records mixed with offender intake forms.
I mean, nothing's where it's supposed to be.
Well, I did find this.
Criminal record for our shop teacher-- Jimmy Clarke.
Picked up his prison stare in New Jersey State Pen.
Seven years for ag assault.
Nearly killed a guy with the butt of his gun.
How's an ex-con like this get hired to teach at Havenhurst? Well, not a long line of applicants.
No pay, no benefits, no background check.
No problem.
Yeah.
It's a gold Mercury Sable registered to a Maurice Kitchener.
Whatever you need, I'll back you up.
Okay.
Deputy Commissioner Doherty.
Trying to introduce myself to all the detectives under my command.
Miller, right? Used to work Narcotics? - That's right.
- You the one who opened this Alex Caceres can of worms? That'd be me, Pat.
Just can't help yourself, John.
Got to find new ways to piss me off? Keeps me busy during the slow times.
Want to tell me why the hell we're investigating an accidental death? What's it matter to you what cases we take? We need closed cases, not whodunits.
You let me worry about closing them.
You can always take the credit.
I oversee the Detective Bureau now, John.
Gonna have to get used to it.
You're shutting this investigation down immediately.
We clear? I need to hear you say it, John.
We're clear.
Whatever you need on the Alex Caceres job, you got it.
Got anger management issues, Jimmy? Meaning? You beat a guy to a bloody pulp in a parking lot in Atlantic City.
Guy owed me money, wanted to pay me back with a crowbar.
I was protecting myself.
Did my time for it, too.
Why take a job at a place like Havenhurst? When I went upstate, I arned carpentry.
Figured that was something I could give back to these kids.
- A way out.
- JEFFRIES: Well, an ex-con altruist.
Teaching street kids they could use their hands to build.
Give 'em pride.
Call it what you want.
MILLER: What about trouble kids? Alex Caceres, for instance.
This is about Alex? Well, he stole from you, right? Like that guy in AC.
Nah, he just made a mistake.
We-we were cool.
JEFFRIES: Don't seem surprised to hear his name come from a homicide detective.
Never believed it was an accident.
Could have spoken up back in the day.
Yeah.
Me and cops don't get along too good.
MILLER: You have access to the dorms at Havenhurst? Rules were clear-- I was only allowed in the classroom area.
Where were you the night Alex died? Working nights in a hardware store so I could afford supplies for my shop class.
I was the only one looking out for that kid.
Did a pretty lousy job of it, Jimmy.
Don't think I know that? Eats me up every day.
Got any with nuts? Two dollars.
Yeah, not today, my man.
I can get other stuff, too.
Anything you want.
Just name it.
Acclimating yourself like a pro, huh? Gaming the system prepares you for one thing-- becoming a repeat offender.
You a smart kid.
You need to put your mind to something constructive.
Like what? Building birdhouses? Do the time, or the time does you.
Gonna tell me to work the system? 'Cause all the system done for me is take my family, stick me in places like this.
That's a raw deal, my man.
For real.
But you can't keep it bottled in.
It festers in there.
Trust me, I know.
Old picture.
Guess you don't see him much anymore.
Don't say another word about him.
Didn't mean nothing.
Let's keep it on you.
Why you got blood on your shirt, hmm? Come on, Alex! Either you're getting beat, or you're doing - the beating.
- I gots to go.
Figured he was getting bullied.
Tried a couple more times to get through to him.
He wouldn't talk.
JEFFRIES: Give up - after that? - Of course not.
I called the only person who might've actually helped.
His lawyer.
WOMAN: What do you want me to say? A lot of kids I used to work with got hurt.
Many of them reach out to you, like Alex Caceres, days before they died? I don't know what you're talking about.
Well, his shop teacher, Jimmy Clarke, called you, told you Alex was in trouble.
We need to take you into interrogation? Jog your memory? We have records, show you visited Alex at Havenhurst the week he died.
I got out of this racket for a reason.
So damn tragic all the time.
Jimmy said Alex had blood on his shirt.
What was going on with him? Not what you think.
Jimmy thinks you're in trouble.
And he wouldn't go through the hassle of calling me unless he thinks it's serious.
Alex, if the older boys are bothering you, we need to address that.
Have a conference.
Ain't no snitch.
MARCI: It's not really snitching if it's happening to you.
Why don't I get myself a cup of coffee, hmm? If someone's hurting you, you've got to speak up.
Could be grounds to get you out.
Not me.
Someone else.
He's young like a runt.
Getting beat every night.
Well, then he needs to call his own lawyer.
His lawyer won't return his calls.
He won't survive much longer.
Said you're here to help.
I'm here to help you.
Then get him out of here.
He's 11.
Lifted some comics, got six months.
That sound right to you? Give me his name, I'll look into it, but no promises.
Michael.
Michael Rodgers.
You'll like him.
I'll call his lawyer, get into it.
Hey, uh, what's this mean, "juris" "Jurisprudence"? It's the legal system.
It ensures we get justice.
We all abide by it.
It's how I'm gonna help you.
Found Michael Rodgers's lawyer, told him Michael was having trouble, made sure he petitioned to have him transferred.
So, that's it? I was overwhelmed with my own clients.
What was I supposed to do? Oh, maybe speak up when Alex died three weeks later? Well, I didn't see you there, either, Valens.
- Yeah.
- Or were you late again? Hey, I reached out to Alex.
Told him whatever he needed, I'd be there.
But he pushed you away, right? Ever wonder why? Or does self-doubt cramp your style? POLICE HEADQUARTERS Still on hold? Yeah.
Trying to get Michael out of J.
D.
C.
Court hasn't responded to my request to move him, so Spoke to his lawyer from back then.
Petition to transfer Michael from Havenhurst was denied.
Got to love the juvenile justice system.
The weird thing is, his lawyer says Michael was transferred a few days after Alex died.
Never knew why.
Well, maybe Michael could fill in the blanks if I can get ahold of him.
Hmm.
You know what that lawyer said? Marci? Hey, can't be everywhere at once.
Should have been there, though.
The system let him down, not you.
All due respect, Lil.
It was me.
Look, you know, go to your dinner.
I got this covered.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm still here.
Wait.
What-what do you mean, he was processed? Hey.
Michael's coming with me.
I can't let you do that, Detective.
He's a key witness in a homicide investigation.
You don't like it, call the cops.
Hey, um, yeah, bad news.
I-I got to work late again.
No.
No, I'm fine, Dad.
Okay.
All right, we'll do it another time.
You, too.
Hi, it's Detective Rush from Homicide.
Yeah, I'm going to need help, um, tracking a cell.
Lilly, one more step and I'd have blown your head off.
Nice to see you, too, Saccardo.
You got nothing to eat? I'm in deep.
Don't usually entertain.
Well, I think for a stalker, you could at least offer me something to drink.
Well, it took you long enough to trace those photos.
Well I'm a cop in my spare time.
I guess you missed me.
Not really.
But when I heard they let Major Scumbag walk on bail I know.
I don't really need you to Watch out for you? Just want to make sure I got something to look forward to when I surface.
We really gotta stop meeting like this.
Where is he now? Probably trying to get the boot off his car.
Does that make you feel better? It's a Band-Aid.
So what're you going to do? What would you do? Situation like mine.
A guy like this? We'll figure something out.
Seriously, though.
I'm starving.
Well, let's go get some eggs.
said I wanted a burger.
It's breakfast.
- What's it going to cost me? - I told you I wouldn't let them take you back to Havenhurst.
Kept my word, right? Do me a favor.
Eat the eggs.
After Alex died, you got transferred out.
How'd that happen? See, you hustling me this whole time.
You contacted me, remember? I'm seeing it through.
You gotta trust me.
Alex trusted you.
Yeah, you're right.
And I let him down.
Alex deserved better.
Night Alex died he swore he was going to get me out of Havenhurst.
He was trying to save me.
Save you, from what? They took me out of my room after lights out.
I thought they was going to kill me.
All right.
Give me the names of the kids.
Wasn't the kids I was afraid of.
Hey! Get off! Now! Back to your room, Alex.
Ain't none of your concern.
I look out for him.
Supposed to be your job.
My job is keeping you in line.
Little punk's a thief.
- This about your damn keys? - It's about something he took from the director's office.
A very expensive pen.
I-I didn't do it, Alex.
I swear.
Gold.
Fancy.
Says "Jurisprudence" on it.
I took it.
Get him down to the infirmary! I want to stay with you.
Get him out of here.
You're going to give me that pen, Alex.
Or what, Ms.
Myers? 'Cause I'm done giving in.
We'll see about that.
Laticia made every day hell for me.
Then she turned on Alex.
Think she hurt Alex? Alex gone, ain't he? Laticia's still there.
Still don't know why he stood up for me like that.
Well, maybe he was doing for you what no one ever did for him.
Thanks, Detective Valens.
Yeah, what for? The eggs.
I just got off the phone with JDC.
One of your detectives kidnapped a juvenile offender last night.
Is that so? This ends now.
You're ordering me to back off an open homicide investigation.
Maybe you're unaware, since you've never worked an active squad in your life, but deputy commissioners don't get personally involved in cases unless there's something to hide.
Budget cuts are a bitch, huh? Manpower shortages everywhere.
Except here, John, in Homicide.
There's an opening on the midnight shift, East Detectives.
Going to need you to sacrifice one of your guys.
Not going to happen.
You pick.
Or I will.
RUSH: I gotta tell ya, Havenhurst employment records are a mess.
Took us days find your file.
Sure glad we did.
Looks like you applied to the police academy same time you applied to Havenhurst.
Wanted to wear a badge? Carry a gun? I was looking to serve.
'Cause you're from Third and Diamond, right? Tough street.
Whole neighborhood's tough.
Said you grew up with boys like the ones at Havenhurst.
Did you mean the Hernandez brothers? Every cop in the 26th has arrested one of those dirtbags at some time or another.
Look back far enough in their records, your name comes up as a complainant.
So? They attacked you, Laticia.
They dragged you into their house.
Kept you there for hours.
You were 12.
I survived.
Must've affected you.
Being trapped.
Surrounded by those animals.
That's why you wanted to be a cop.
But you got turned down.
Said I was unfit.
For psychological reasons.
Didn't seem to be an issue at Havenhurst.
You pitted those boys against each other.
I didn't have a problem with Alex.
It was Michael who pissed you off.
But Alex stood up to you, the night he died.
I told him to go back to his room.
He cornered me, you understand? You weren't a counselor anymore.
You were that little girl from Third and Diamond.
He wouldn't back down! Back off, Alex! Or what? Don't got your - posse now.
- I'm warning you! Nothing you could do to me ain't already been done.
You hear me? Got one more chance.
Not going to hurt Michael ever again! What the hell you doing? She got those kids beating Michael.
I don't care.
You don't put hands on the staff, Alex.
Screw you.
Pretend to be one of us, you're as bad as her.
You going back to your room.
Man, you ain't my dad.
Can't even take care of your own kid.
Should've seen Jimmy dragging Alex back to his room.
Last time I saw the kid alive.
I thought Jimmy wasn't authorized to be in the dorm.
He did handyman work off the books.
Got him a key.
Didn't report any of this? Would've thanked him if I had the chance.
What do mean? Where'd he go? Disappeared after that night.
Out sick for a week.
There's no record of that.
Told you.
Those kids were animals.
Jimmy knew it.
Did us all a favor.
Think it's time for a new profession, Laticia.
YOU ARE DISAPPOINTING ME, JIMMY.
The way you were talking the other day, I started to believe.
Teaching those boys self-respect through carpentry.
Just like Jesus.
Here's a fun fact from your past.
Night you beat that guy in A.
C.
, your three-year-old son was in the car.
Cops pull you over, he's in the back.
They take your kid, put him in the system.
Get out of lockup, go straight to Havenhurst.
Just trying to make amends.
Be a positive influence on all kind of kids.
As long as it wasn't your own.
When was the last time you saw your k,, - Jimmy? - You don't know nothing about it! Record keeping at Havenhurst is a mess.
Couldn't find your timecards.
But your old boss at the hardware store keeps everything.
You were late the night Alex died.
Got an eyeball witness ready to testify you got violent with him.
Puts you in his room the night he was killed.
I know what Laticia think.
But I was trying to keep Alex from flushing his future away.
He was way ahead of me, though.
You a damn fool! Attacking counselors? That's a one-way ticket upstate.
I'm the only one willing to fight.
A fight you'll lose! You afraid of them, ain't you? I'm not saying don't push.
I'm saying you gotta handle it different.
Educate me, my man.
You're playing the game with every disadvantage.
They outman you! They outgun you! You got one weapon.
You hear? One! Your mind.
* Got tears,ot blood, got sweat * * Leaking out of the pen * * Y'all fake not setting a trend * * We never listen to them * It's like what you said about the the window to Ray-Ray.
You can't force it open.
You gotta finesse it.
* From every direction * * Your head and shoulder area * * Your midsection, dawg * * Yeah * * When the saint on the ground with the grind on rhyme * * With the who grind with King Kong hitting Thailand * * Give it here, and don't say nothin' * * Just give it there * "Jurisprudence"? What's that? System we all live under.
An-And it's broken.
I get it now.
That's why they keep Michael here.
Nobody ever gets transferred out.
Ever notice that? Sick kids, psychos.
Nobody.
??? Always.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Need you to do me a favor.
Get this to Detective Scotty Valens.
A cop? Hey, whoa, whoa.
What's going on? Tell him to hold on to it, please, Jimmy.
* Some emotions felt better * Trust me? * Crime record longer than a * All right.
Need one more favor.
Let me use the phone.
* Silhouettes waitin' in the wings ready to feed * * Thirsty shysts who need at least a buck to breathe * * Come on * Main office was the only place to make a call.
I left the door open for him on my way out.
Know who he was going to call? I didn't ask.
He said he needed me to trust him.
I did.
What about the pen? You do anything with it? Alex was dead.
My prints was all over his room.
Waited in my place for a week for the cops to come.
Never showed.
You still got that pen, Jimmy? I checked the Havenhurst phone records the night Alex died, and a call was made at half past midnight to the private residence of Harold Alvarez.
Judge Hang 'em High Harry? Just told the boss, and he says the judge and Deputy Commissioner Doherty are golf buddies.
Explains why Doherty's been breathing down our necks.
He's protecting the judge.
So why did Alex need to call the judge? Been searching the word "jurisprudence" and I still can't figure out what Alex was saying to me with this pen.
Check out the judge, too.
Mm.
Look, cross-checked the judge's name with "jurisprudence.
" Look what comes up.
Hey, Judge.
I found this at Havenhurst a little while ago.
Figured you'd want it back.
I've toured that facility a few times.
I must have left it there.
Thank you.
"Jurisprudence"-- it means "justice," right? It's also a luxury ski cabin in Utah.
You own it with your sister-in-law.
If you don't mind, I'm running late.
Your sister-in-law's an entrepreneur.
She owns nursing homes, juvenile centers-- Havenhurst, for one.
So the state pays Havenhurst for every kid sent there.
Havenhurst is owned by your sister-in-law.
She pays you You will reconsider what you're saying if that badge means anything at all to you.
It's incentive for strict sentencing, a reason to block transfers, like Michael Rodgers.
Accusing me of judicial misconduct? No that's for the Justice Department to sort out.
I'm accusing you of murder.
Alex Caceres.
I didn't kill that boy.
No, you're the type of guy, has other people do the deed.
Give me a name.
I got records that put you and Alex on the phone the night he died.
I'll give you two minutes to tell me who killed Alex.
The day of Alex's hearing, I was late.
Should have been there.
But it didn't matter, did it? I could have been early, you still would have sent Alex away just to make a buck.
You know what? Screw it.
Turn around, Judge, I'm locking you up.
Wait, wait.
The boy had my attention.
Hello.
How do you sleep at night? Who is this? Sent me to Havenhurst for a joyride.
Lot of other kids here for less.
Son, if you know what's good for you, you'll hang up this phone now.
I know what "Jurisprudence" is.
Even a delinquent can use the Internet.
That's why you send us here-- for a fancy house? Those are some very serious accusations.
Get away with it 'cause everyone listens to you.
But not us.
What do you want from me, kid? Get my friend Michael Rodgers transferred tonight, or I'll call the 11:00 news.
??? Don't you? What are you doing, Alex? Hey, get off me.
Give me the phone now.
It was supposed to be a good facility.
Nobody should have gotten hurt.
Who took the phone from Alex? Who was it? You're the secret to Havenhurst's success.
You come early, stay late.
You're there weekends, holidays.
My work is my passion.
The problem is your passion is a business.
We found this in your apartment when we searched it.
You searched my apartment? Yeah, that's you at Judge Alvarez's ski house.
You go every year.
Yeah, they're, they're business trips.
That's not how the judge put it.
He ain't going to jail for you.
I mean, that's for sure.
You meant well, Evan, till you started hanging with the big dogs, seeing what money could buy.
I'm not interested in money.
Yeah, if that was true, you'd have put up a fight every time the judge's family cut your budget or stuck you with bad staff or too many kids.
I tried.
Nobody would listen.
We we searched your office, too, Evan.
Yeah, thing about Luminol-- no matter how long the blood's been there, no matter how hard you try to scrub it out we're going to find it.
You killed Alex there, dragged him to his room.
I was trying to reason with him.
He wanted Michael transferred.
I was going to do it.
I did.
Afterwards, out of guilt.
Yeah, but that night all you could see was Havenhurst, your passion, in jeopardy.
Please just let me tell you what happened.
What is the matter with you, Alex?! YOU ??? COME??? Your thug Laticia tried to kill Michael tonight.
He shouldn't even be here; he's a little kid.
Okay, okay.
If Laticia did something wrong, we'll talk to her about it.
If this isn't the right fit for Michael, we'll address tt.
We can work all of this out.
Sit down.
It's beyond circle time, man.
You want to work it out, pick up that phone and call the judge-- he's the boss.
I run Havenhurst.
If you're in charge, why don't you fix the problems? Too many kids getting screwed over, not just Michael.
Damn, why don't you do something about it?! Do you know how hard I work to keep this place going? Enough to get you there, right? Jurisprudence, my ass.
You're just like the judge-- in it to get paid.
That is completely out of line.
We can talk about this, Alex.
What are you doing? Give me the number for Channel 2 news.
Damn it, Alex.
You put that phone down.
You want to talk? - Talk to the cameras.
- Put the phone down! 'Cause you're going down with the rest of 'em.
I said listen to me! Quiet! Just be quiet! Shut up.
Shut up.
Let me think.
Just let me think.
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