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'Keep those arms out
of that water, private!'

I do not want to see
your elbows touch!

Do you understand?

Sir, I can't! Uh..

'"Can't?"'

Can't is not in your vocabulary!

'Failure is not an option'

Failure is not an option,
Private Kasher.

Do you understand me?

Sir, yes, sir.

Sixty seconds!

Go!

59, 58

57, 56, 55

'54..'

♪ Bleeding through
a tar-decay smile.. ♪

Private Kasher?

Private Kasher!

♪ Slide to the right ♪

♪ I felt you like electric.. ♪

'Private Kasher?'

It's the tenth time
you checked that thing.

Well, she was supposed
to call at nine.

Elisa.

It's 9:07.

Well, she's seven
minutes late.

That a regular thing?

Elisa calling in?

No, no. It's a..

Yeah, I mean..

...she was doing so good,
and then I don't know.

I don't know
what's happening.

Where were you?

Lil.

Questioned documents
kicked this one over.

- Wants us to take a look.
- 'Cold job?'

'Doesn't match any live ones.'

It was mailed
anonymously into homicide.

Letterhead's from the Wilkes
Military Academy for boys.

The boot camp boarding
school in Roxborough?

Mm-hmm. State run,
scared straight central.

Parents who can't
control their bad boys

'dump 'em there.'

- What is it?
- Some kind of list.

"The plan."

"Number one, ignore.

"Number two, reward.

Number three, secret."

"Number four, test.

Number five,
escalate. Six.."

Destroy."

'What the hell?'

It could be some
kind of shorthand?

Question is what for?

Mailed in homicide.
What else?

Documents went over it?

No fingerprints.

Sender didn't even
spit on the seal.

"May 15, 1999. Nash."

Well, maybe Nash is the writer.

Or the victim.

So the doer's feelin' the guilt.

Mails it in.

Or some bystander finds it.

Wants to do the right thing.

It could be a frame job.

Why send it five
years after the fact?

Problem is, we got no murders
in the hundred some years

'Wilkes Military
Academy's been around.'

No body with a Nash toe tag.

Wasn't classified as a homicide.

"Accidental death.

"Wilkes Military Academy,
May 15, 1999.

Nash Cavanaugh.
Thirty five years old."

Hmm...drowning.

Well, guy was liquored up good.

"Blood alcohol content .30."

Questioned documents took
a stab at who sent this plan in?

Uh, handwriting analysis
suggests a kid wrote it.

Other than that, we got nothin'.

A night duty sergeant

James Creighton, found the body.

Maybe we start with him.

Cavanaugh's death was
classified as accidental.

We conducted our
own investigation.

And now, we're
conducting ours.

Well, Sergeant Creighton was

the duty sergeant
on rounds that night.

Tell them what
you know, Creighton.

Sir, yes sir. I found
Lieutenant Cavanaugh at 0600.

Negative vital signs.
No response to CPR.

Creighton was in Iraq.

'Earned the bronze star.'

- Ever seen this, colonel?
- No.

How about you,
Sergeant Creighton?

I never seen that, ma'am.

Ignore, reward, secret

test, escalate, destroy.

That mean anything
to you, colonel?

Nothing at all.

'Were you aware that Nash
was a drinker, colonel?'

It never interfered
with his duties here.

Lieutenant was respected.

- Knew how to deal with slop.
- "Slop?"

'Kids who come here.'

Drug addicts, hoodlums,
cons in the making.

Nash turned slop into men.

Can't is not in your vocabulary!

Failure is not
an option, Private Kasher.

Do you understand me?

Sixty seconds!

59, 58, 57

56, 55, 54.

'Private Kasher!'

Private!

Is there a problem
here, lieutenant?

No, sir.

Then carry on.

Private LaSalle,
get him out of there.

Dismissed.

'Passed.'

- But I didn't do it, sir.
- You never will.

Please, just give me one
more chance, sir, please.

I can do it.
I know I can, sir!

Please!

One more chance, sir.

Please, I can do it.

I know I can.

Please, sir.

♪ And I walk from my machine
I walk from my.. ♪

"From the child, comes
forth the soldier."

'Cavanaugh made that happen.'

By almost drowning a child?

Private Jerry Kasher

was and always
will be a bad seed.

Not even Cavanaugh
could change that.

This Private Kasher, he ever
make any threats on Nash?

No. But he threatened
other cadets.

How?

Torching their bunks..

...with them in it.

Private Kasher's
got 30-some hours

to walk off before graduation.

- Private Kasher!
- 'Walk off?'

'Tour of punishment.
Front and center!'

You need some
weaponry 101, private?

No, sir.

Detective Rush, Valens.
Philadelphia homicide.

These people are here
to ask you some questions.

Answer them.

Gung-ho jarhead.

We're here about
Nash Cavanaugh.

Gung-ho jarhead number two.

We hear you had a beef
with him in swimming class.

Almost drowned you.

Guy just wanted me to
be all that I could be.

Got you pretty pissed off.

'Pissed off enough
to wanna kill him?'

That's not how it was.

I just wanted another chance.

I can do it, sir.

One minute, sir.

I can do it. Look.

Go.

♪ I wake up and it's Sunday ♪

♪ Whatever's in my
head won't go away ♪

♪ The radio is
playing all the usual ♪

Time.

♪ And what's
a wonderwall anyway.. ♪

Didn't think you
had it in you, buddy.

You proved me wrong.

And for that,
you get the prize.

♪ 'Cause I'm
writing to reach you ♪

'What was the prize?'

His respect.

Nash was proud of me.

And that was important to you.
Him bein' proud of you?

Only time anyone ever was.

So what changed?

- 'With what?'
- With you.

Nothin'.

Nothin' changed.

My folks, uh, mailed
me one way, parcel post

no return address
to this armpit.

I was always trouble.

Kid's gone to the dark side.

But back in the day,
it sounds like

he kinda worshipped Nash.

Didn't hate him.

Well, maybe Nash
had other enemies?

Could be.
The guy was a hard ass.

'Got a hold of Private
Kasher's medical records.'

Might shine a different light.

Few weeks prior
to Nash's death

multiple visits
to the infirmary.

- Kid was throwin' up drunk.
- "Drunk?"

He was 13 years old.

Half the academy's
students enter the school

with drug and alcohol problems.

The place is on 24/7 lock-down.

No way those kids can get booze.

But an adult could.

And we know who our resident
drinker on campus was.

Nash Cavanaugh.

Where'd you get
the alcohol, Jerry?

Boozehound Nash, he
ever pass on the love?

- What do you mean?
- Where'd you get the booze?

Maybe you were sippin'
a nip from the Nash stash?

That the real reason you
wanted to get in good with him?

He gave it to me!

I never asked for it!

That was the prize.

♪ Come out come out ♪

♪ No use in hiding.. ♪

Didn't mean
to scare you, buddy.

Yes, sir.

I mean, no, sir.

I'm not scared.

'Course, you're not.

For what you did today.

- Your reward.
- Sir?

You're a man now.

You made me proud,
being a winner out there.

'You passed go.'

Collect your reward.
Drink up.

♪ No room for both ♪

♪ Just room for me.. ♪

Ah.

Not just anyone
gets this reward.

I save it for the winners.

For my special boys
like you, Jerry.

Thank you.

I mean it, sir.

Let's keep this our
secret, okay, buddy?

Just you and me.

Sir, yes, sir.

Our secret.

Your secret?

Ignore, reward...secret.

It's the plan.

Nash ignored you in the pool,
rewarded you with the booze

made you keep a secret.

What other secrets
did he make you keep?

Drawing you in...
keeping things quiet. Why?

What kind of secrets
do a 35-year-old man

and a boy have?

It wasn't a murderer's plan,
was it? It was a pedophile's--

He deserved to die
for what he did to me!

Sit down.

I did it. I killed him.

- You killed him.
- 'Yeah.'

I killed that sick pervert.

- 'By yourself?'
- I did it.

- Did you write the plan?
- Yes!

What did you
do with it?

Answer us. What did
you do with the plan?

Ripped it up.
Threw it away.

That a fact.

If Jerry didn't send us
the plan, then who did?

He confessed to
the murder, Lil.

We got to call the DA.

Nah, I don't buy it, boss.

The kid was an 80-pound

weakling in 1999.

'No way he drowned a 200-pound'

'adult male on his own.'

Won't change his story.

At least now we got motive.

Victim was a pedophile
with a plan.

For waging physiological
warfare on a 13-year-old boy.

Pedophiles are prolific.

Nash would've
had other victims.

Maybe Jerry
had an accomplice.

Academy's infirmary records.

Colonel gave them up
without a warrant.

Real cooperative guy.

Elisa? What's wrong?

Medical records of 7th graders

in Nash's swim class, 1999

same year as Jerry.

I checked for symptoms
of sexual abuse.

All I came up with was this.

Private R.J. Holden

reported by a night duty
sergeant for bed-wetting.

Started when he was
in Nash's swim class.

Bedwetting at age 13?

Could've been a symptom
of stress, or sexual abuse.

Night duty sergeant who
reported it, James Creighton.

Well, we'll go back to him,
see if he knows about R.J.

I got to... I-I got to go.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Uh, hey, I'm-I'm sorry, boss.

Just go, Scotty.

'Alpha Company all
present and accounted for!'

How long has Elisa
been out of the hospital?

A month, two.

'The six P's, and don't you'

'ever forget them!'

Prior preparation prevents

'piss poor performance!'

Grandma's slow,
but she's old!

Sergeant Creighton?

Lieutenant Stillman,
Philadelphia homicide.

- Sir.
- Sergeant.

We're here about
Cadet R.J. Holden.

The bedwetting report
you filed when he was 13.

Yes, ma'am.
I surely remember that.

Sergeant, what was the nature

of R.J.'s relationship
with Nash Cavanaugh?

Relationship, sir?

Lieutenant Cavanaugh
abused at least

one boy at this
school...sexually.

Did you know about
that, sergeant?

No, ma'am, I did not.

Did you ever talk to R.J.

about the bed-wetting problem?

It's not my duty to talk
about the problem, sir.

Then what was
your duty, sergeant?

To end it.

Piss the sheets

you walk the yard, private.

Don't you go all
crybaby on me now.

Do I look like
your mama, private?

♪ Before I drown.. ♪

He grabbed me.

- What?
- He grabbed me.

What are you
talking about?

♪ Save.. ♪

Lieutenant Cavanaugh..

♪ Save.. ♪

...he grabbed my..

♪ Before I.. ♪

...my thing.

- Are you a faggot?
- Sir?

- Are you a faggot?
- No, sir.

I asked you
a direct question

I expect a direct
answer, private!

Are you or are
you not a faggot?

I am not a faggot, sir.

So we don't have
a problem then

do we, Private Holden?

No, sir.

Disciplining the plebes was my job.

I did what I thought was best.

Disciplining them?

Sergeant, R.J. was a 13-year-old
boy asking for help.

Is that the approach that
earned you the bronze star?

These boys are liars

'cheats and drunks.'

Slop, sir.

Just like I was when
I came here as a boy.

The bronze star, sir?

The academy earned that.

Made me a man.

What Nash did to R.J., did
that make him a man, sergeant?

'Elisa?'

Elisa?

'El?'

Can't say I remember
that conversation

with Sergeant Creighton.

Sorry, ma'am.

You told him that Lieutenant
Cavanaugh touched you, R.J.

Like I said, don't
recall the convo.

What about the bed-wetting?

You recall that, R.J.?

Now that would be memorable.

Can't say I do, ma'am.

Your file's got the records--

Then someone made a mistake.

- I don't think so.
- So blondes think now, ma'am?

Watch your tone, son.

Best defense is a good
offense, right, R.J.?

'Whatever, ma'am.'

Take the focus off of you.

What Nash did to you.

R.J., we know about Jerry.

Jerry?

And what Nash did to him.

- 'From this.'
- "Ignore, reward, secret."

What can you tell us
about number four?

"Test." How'd he test you?

You were 13 years old, R.J.

What Nash Cavanaugh
did to you was wrong.

I'll tell..

...you.

Alright.

Sit down, son.

I'm not a fag.

It's alright, R.J.

I'm not a fag.

Got to make sure you get in

'some extra hours of practice.'

'Yes, sir.'

'Meet's coming up in a week.'

And you are going to make

the top ten this time, buddy.

But we have got
to keep this on the DL.

We don't want anyone to think
I'm playing favorites here.

Sure. I mean, yes, sir.

Just like the beer

this is our secret.

Just you and me.

You haven't told anyone
about that, have you?

No, sir.

Of course, you haven't.

Or I would've heard.

'You passed the test.'

'Keeping our secrets.'

'You got an A-plus, buddy.'

You didn't think I was
gonna hurt you, did you?

Of course, you didn't.

Now give me a big smile.

♪ ...so many of us
gone before ♪

Number four..."test."

Make sure they don't run..

...and I didn't.

Tell me about number five.

"Escalate."

He'd show me porn magazines.

Tell me, "you can touch
yourself if you want.

I won't tell."

He used them on other boys too.

That's how me and..

You and Jerry?

- I don't know any Jerry.
- 'Jerry Kasher.'

I don't know any Jerry.

'You were in
the same swim class.'

It was me, okay?

I drowned that son of a bitch!

I killed Nash!

And I don't know any Jerry.

R.J. says he doesn't know Jerry.

Jerry says he doesn't know R.J.

But both are confessing
to the murder.

And neither of them seem to
know this plan was sent to us.

A school that size, boss

these kids had
to know each other.

Well old enough to
talk about sexual abuse?

Kids came from
different worlds, Lil.

Popular athlete, loser outcast.
Nothing in common.

- 'Except Nash's swim class.'
- Hey, handwriting's back.

Neither Jerry or R.J.'s
matched the plan.

So there was
a boy number three?

Nash being Nash

no telling how many
boys wanted him dead.

Well, maybe this
third kid holds the key

how Jerry and R.J.
are connected.

I'll lean on Jerry
again. Short fuse.

Guess who I just
had a chat with?

'Private R.J. Holden.'

'He told.'

What are you talking about?

Number five.

"Escalate."

The magazines Nash used.

No wonder you wanted
to kill him. I would too.

- R.J. told you about that?
- Mm-hmm.

And that you, Jerry,
were the ringleader.

'He said you thought up
the murder all on your own--'

It was Dominic's
idea, not mine!

It was all Dominic!

Sit down.

Sit down.

So Dominic wrote the plan, huh?

'How'd you guys
find each other?'

'You were just kids, you know.'

'What happened..'

...it wasn't your fault.

He..

...started with the drinks.

That was our secret.

'Then came the night swims.'

'Then the magazines and..'

...other things.

And by that time I'd
kept so many secrets

I couldn't tell the truth.

Then tell the truth now.

Dominic..

...was the only one
of us who had guts.

How did Dominic
find you and R.J.?

I..

...took one of
Nash's magazines..

'...and showed it around.'

And you know, I didn't...
mean anything by it.

I just..

I wanted the other
kids to like me.

Her boobs are huge!

'Like balloons.'

I love boobs.

♪ I can see through you ♪

♪ See your true colors ♪

♪ 'Cause inside you're ugly ♪

♪ You're ugly like me ♪

♪ I can see through you ♪

♪ See to the real you ♪

Yo, I didn't see Miss April yet!

'You're rippin' her booty, man.'

'What the hell?'

That's when we knew.

And that's when
you made the plan.

To do to Nash..

...what he did to us.

'"Ignore. Reward.'

'"Secret.'

'"Test.'

"Escalate.

Destroy."

'Dominic LaSalle.'

'Also in Nash's swim class.'

'Lil, you take
him in Interview A.'

'You two split up
Jerry and R.J.'

I'm here as Dominic's guardian.

I'd like to observe.

John, show the colonel
to observation, please.

Not exactly chomping at
the bit to take down another kid

especially when
the guy deserved to die.

- Amen.
- We got our jobs to do.

Let's go.

Wish I had called in sick today.

Yeah, me too.

Scotty, is she okay?

Uh, she's...gone.

- What?
- She-she's not anywhere.

Not any of the places
she goes to when she gets

you know, like this, the
library, the park, her sister's.

All day, I'm driving.
I can't find her.

Scotty, call it in,
get some help.

I can't call it in.
They'll make her go back.

And I promised her she'd-she'd
never have to go back.

- I promised. I..
- Okay.

I can't do that to her.

Alright. It's going
to be alright.

Playing stickball on my block.

That's the first
time I seen her.

Fourteen years old.

Oh, man...just kickin'
it on a hot summer night.

Whew!

That's the only place Elisa

ever felt...normal, you know?

I gotta find her.

Are you sure you
want my handwriting?

Hmm?

Don't you want to
play bad cop first?

'Knock me around some?'

Write.

I confess.
I wrote the plan.

And you sent it to us.

- Why?
- Boredom.

Military environments thrive
on the cultivation of it.

Makes warfare that
much more of a rush.

- Really?
- You should know.

Dreary police academy drills.

Then you get to kill.

What a thrill.

I wouldn't know.

Maybe you will.

Like you do?

We killed that pervert.

- "We?"
- Me and my two buddies.

What "two buddies," Dominic?

Me, myself and I.

Your friends are
putting the job on you.

Jerry, Dominic.

You want a deal,
you better jump in fast.

Your wife still
flog the bishop?

Or did she stop doing
that a hundred years ago?

My wife's dead.

Nine years ago.

Tell me about the plan.

Dominic figured it out.

What Nash was doing.

His plan.

What he did to you
at the pool, Jerry

he did that to all of us.

'It's like his plan all along.'

I don't get it.

Number one, "ignore."

He ignored us in different ways

made us beg for attention.

- Then he rewarded us.
- With the beer.

That was number two in his plan.

- He made me keep it a secret.
- Me too.

'Cause it was number
three, keeping secrets.

Then he made real sure

we never told on him.

- I didn't. Did you?
- No.

Shh.

Kinda like a test.

Right. Number four, "test."

Right.

'Made sure we never told anyone'

'so he could do other
things and not get caught.'

Like show us those magazines.

That was number
five. "Escalate."

What does that escalate mean?

To make things worse.

Then, the final thing.
Number six.

We know what that is.
You don't have to say it.

Number one, ignore.

No one show up at
swim class tomorrow.

We do to him..

...step...by step

exactly what he did to us.

So after you skipped out
on Nash's swim class

what happened?

Number two.

Whoever he came to first.

Whoever he picked.

That kid would be
the bait, the reward.

I was just holding my breath.

Hoping it wouldn't be me.

'Private LaSalle,
why were you not in class?'

'I got busy.'

'Excuse me?'

I said... I got busy.

Wanna see what I
got so busy with?

Got it for tonight.

For the pool.

Will you bring some beer...sir?

Number two.

"Reward."

You were it.

R.J. and Jerry are talking.

Time's a-wastin'.

You're playing your hand
badly, Detective Rush.

See, in poker..

...like business or warfare..

...the optimal strategy
is not to have one.

'Or, rather, not to show it.'

You wear yours
like a bad dye job.

Game's over, Dominic.

You already confessed
to the murder.

So there's something
that happened that night..

...that you don't wanna give up.

I wonder what that is.

Number three, "secret."

What was the secret?

Dominic was gonna
get Nash in the pool..

...like he did to us.

Promise to do..

...things with him.

And then..

...and then
everything went wrong.

'Ready to get in?'

Nah. I'm a little
too tired, buddy.

Maybe some other time.

But..

...but I got a secret.

A real good secret...
for us...in the pool.

Like I said...
maybe some other time.

So the plan fell apart.

Nash left.

No. He didn't.

You got him
back in the pool?

'How'd you do that?'

'How'd you do that, R.J.?'

How did you get Nash
into the pool, Jerry?

'How'd you do it?'

Dominic..

...whatever you had to do..

...it wasn't your fault.

- 'What you did..'
- Number four.

"Test."

Make sure that he doesn't run.

But I couldn't
let the plan fail.

So I begged him.

"Please," I said.

"Please."

Like I said, some other time.

Please?

Please?

Only if you smile.

Number six. "Destroy."

"From the child,
comes forth the soldier."

That's what he would
say when he was done.

And I would just
go away in my mind.

Not this time. Not this time.

'"From the child,
comes forth the soldier."'

♪ Cut my life into pieces ♪

'Isn't that right, buddy?'

♪ This is my last resort ♪

♪ Suffocation no breathing
don't give a.. ♪

Hey, what are
you guys doing here?

Don't let your elbows
touch the water, private.

Sixty seconds! Go!

'Can't is not in
your vocabulary, cadet.'

- Failure is not an option!
- You're special!

A real winner! My special boy!

You like this, don't you?

Don't pretend
you don't like it!

Destroy, destroy, destroy!

♪ I'm crying ♪

♪ I'm crying I'm crying ♪

Somebody's coming.

♪ I can't go on living ♪

They shouldn't go away for this.

'Hmm, they confessed
to murder one.'

'What are you gonna do?'

Maybe the guy slipped, fell
and hit his head, boss.

- I could see that.
- Accidental death.

'My pen ran out in there,
didn't get that last part.'

'I think we could all use
a scotch right about now.'

- 'Anyone hear from Scotty?'
- 'Not me.'

'You sent it in,
you friggin' rat!'

- Hey, hey, hey, knock if off!
- 'You friggin' liar!'

Gun!

- Don't shoot.
- Don't you touch me!

- 'Dominic.'
- 'Alright put it down, son.'

'Dominic, listen to me.'

- 'Don't shoot.'
- 'Dominic.'

- Dominic, put the gun down.
- Don't nobody touch me!

Listen to me.

'Dominic, listen to me.'

It's gonna be okay,
I promise you.

I promise you, Dominic.

'It's going to be okay.'

- Put the gun down.
- Listen, I wrote it.

The plan I wrote it!

But I didn't send it.

Put the gun down.

'Dominic!'

I didn't send it.

'No, Dominic!'

No!

I talked to the hospital.
It's looking bad.

They can't say
for sure right now.

If Dominic didn't
send the plan..

...then who did?

It's over, Lil. Let's go home.

I've been looking
for you all day.

Everywhere I'm looking
for you. God, Elisa.

- I'm sorry.
- You okay?

- Hey. Talk to me.
- They came back, Scotty.

The giants.

I know what you're
thinking, I know you think

that I didn't take
my meds, but I did.

And they still came back.

Well, we'll get stronger meds.

We'll talk to the doctor,
see what he has to say--

That's what we did last time.

'That's what we do all the time
and it doesn't get better.'

Maybe it just doesn't.

I'm gonna go stay at
my sister's for a while.

If that's what you
want to do, do it.

I don't know what
else to do. Do you?

Shirts two,
skins zero.

There ain't no skins.

I mean, don't you see that?
I mean, just...just look!

I meant before
when we were kids.

Let's go, Elisa.

Skins make a comeback

in the last inning.

- Do you remember?
- No.

'Triple play.'

'Scored by Scotty Valens.'

I don't remember.

I do.

- That was a long time ago.
- Not so long ago, Scotty.

'Not so long ago.'

Dominic's in the ICU.

No word yet.

Last thing he said before
he shot himself was..

...he didn't send
the plan. Then who did?

Was there someone else in on
this besides the three of you?

- No, just us.
- But someone else knew.

We lost it that night.

The plan?

It was in
Dominic's pocket.

He stuck everything
in his pockets.

Dumbass.

And then it was gone after..

...the pool.

'It was gone.'

♪ On the sober dawn of Sunday ♪

♪ You're not sure
what you have done.. ♪

Where'd it go?

- What?
- The plan. It was here.

You put in your pocket?

- You dumbass!
- Shh!

♪ Sometimes men can be so.. ♪

Okay, it's okay.

Listen up, here's what we do.

Never tell.
No matter what happens.

If we're ever caught,
each man takes the fall.

By himself. Alone.

Like a soldier.

♪ Whatever I said
to make you think ♪

♪ That love's the religion.. ♪

- Never tell.
- Never tell.

Never tell.

He went back to
the pool that night

Dominic, to look for it.

Did he find it?

We never talked about it.

Like it never happened.

And after a while,
it felt like it never did.

He should have this.

Not me.

'For what he did, they all did.'

Took more guts than I ever had.

"From the child,
comes forth the soldier."

That's what Nash always said.

After.

You were a lifer at the academy.

In Nash's swim class, long ago.

Not so long ago.

You were the duty
sergeant that night.

You found Nash's body.

And the plan.

The world had to know
what he did to them. To me.

That's why you sent it in.
But why now, Creighton?

It's the last class
of Nash's victims.

The last to bear witness.

Nash's secret would
go away with them.

- You couldn't let that happen.
- I didn't let that happen.

No...you didn't.

Why are you here?

You let these boys go,
I'll tell you.

Depends on what
you have to tell me.

I watch..

...boys.

Just like Nash did, I watch boys

and I know..

...that I'm becoming him.

Please put me away.

Stop me and let them
have their lives.

Let them become...men.

- Just let them go.
- How can I?

- They killed a man.
- No, they didn't.

'Somebody's coming.'

Creighton!

Creighton.

Creigh..

Creigh. Creigh. Creigh.

Creigh. Creigh. Creigh.

♪ It's not what you thought ♪

♪ When you first ♪

♪ Began it ♪

♪ You got what you want ♪

♪ You can hardly
stand it though ♪

♪ By now you know ♪

♪ It's not going to stop ♪

♪ It's not going to stop ♪

♪ It's not going to stop ♪

♪ Till you wise up ♪

♪ You're sure ♪

♪ There's a cure ♪

♪ And you have
finally found it ♪

♪ You think one drink ♪

♪ Will shrink you till ♪

♪ You're underground ♪

♪ And living down ♪

♪ But it's not going to stop ♪

♪ It's not going to stop ♪

♪ It's not going to stop ♪

♪ It's not going to stop ♪

♪ Till you wise up ♪

♪ No it's not going to stop ♪

♪ Till you wise up ♪