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[The Ramones]
♪ When I'm lyin'
in my bed at night ♪

♪ I don't wanna grow up [school bell ringing]

♪ Nothin' ever seems
to turn out right ♪

♪ And I don't
wanna grow up... ♪

[Devan]
We have a presentation over here
that you might be interested in.

Would anyone like a brochure?

I can't say
these refrigerator magnets

are a big draw either.

This isn't working, is it?

I'm sure this antiseptic
lab coat isn't helping.

Oh, hi.

Oh, my God, did you see that?

Come on.

Yeah, but if they saw me
up to my elbows

in large intestine,
they'd think it's really hot.

So, Jordan, did you think
you'd be doing this

when you were in high school?

Oh, I was happy
just to graduate.

Becoming a doctor
wasn't even a pipe dream.

I bet you were a very
interesting teenager.

Interesting good
or interesting weird?

Just interesting.

Ah.

What about you?

Uh, I'm guessing cheerleader?

Of course.
Brochure?

Nice.
Shorts, little sweaters.

The occasional short skirt?

Oh, uniform on game day.

Rah rah rah.

Oh, yearbook?

"Most Likely to Never Change."

You?Oh, "Most Likely
to do five to ten."

Oh.
I would've hated you.

Likewise.[dog barking]

Police!
Get against the wall!

Down on your knees, now!

Do what you're told. Keep your mouths closed.

I didn't do anything.

Hands behind your head!

Be quiet, don't be stupid.

Police, get against the wall!

What are you looking for?Who are you?

M.E.'s Office.

We got a tip a shipment of crack

made its way
onto school grounds.

That's my locker,
wait a minute.

I didn't do anything!

Hey!

[groaning]

Back off, lady.
This is police business.

Hey, I'm a doctor, okay?

What he needs is a lawyer.

He's fine.

The hell he is.
He's in shock.

I need some help.

Is he okay?

No, do you know his name?

It's Steven Hayes.

Can I do anything?

Yeah, call the paramedics.

Steven.
Come on, Steven.

Gotcha.

We got one.

Excuse me, Sergeant.

He's dead.

[suspenseful rock music]

♪

[ominous music]

Standard procedure, detective?

Sergeant O'Hara insists
his actions were warranted.

The kid was belligerent.

Does he look dangerous to you?

The lead was good.

IAB's on their way.

I mean, we can agree
that clearly

this was an accident.

Look, Detective, we're not out
to get your sergeant.

But if an autopsy shows
that he's responsible,

he's responsible.

Should I talk to Macy
about this?

You know what, you can
call the Pope for all I care.

Our job is to find out
why a 16-year-old boy is dead.

And I can promise you,
no one here's taking sides.

Not yet, anyway.

Excuse me, Mr. Vasco?

What can you tell us
about Steven Hayes?

He was a great kid.

Had some problems
with his grades lately,

but he was a gifted athlete.

The fact that there were drugs
in his locker

is unbelievable to me.

You have any trouble
with him before?

No.

Steven was our star
running back.

He liked to joke around,

but he was never
in any trouble.

What about his parents?
Any other siblings?

He was an only child,
raised by his father.

Mom died when he was little.

Is there any history
of drug abuse in the family?

[male voice]
Absolutely not.

My boy never did any damn drugs,
and you know it.

What have you done
with my son's body?

I want to see my boy.

Mr. Hayes, I'm very sorry,

but, uh, he's on his way
to the morgue.

Then I want to speak to the cop
who killed him.

You have every right
to be upset,

but I can assure you,
nobody killed your son.

The hell he didn't.

There are 50 witnesses
out there

who saw the whole damn thing.

And if you people think
I'm gonna sit back

and let you whitewash this...

Please, please.

I know this is
a terrible tragedy,

but there's gonna be
an investigation.

Somebody's gonna pay for this.

You hear me?

Someone's gonna pay.

[Woody]
Hey, what's up, guys?

Looks like spring
went on strike, I'm freezing.

Bug, tell me you brought
another one of those for me.

Since when do you drink
hot green tea

with honey and black pearls?

Since my lips are so frostbit,
they're about to fall off.

Enjoy.

[laughs]
Ah, what a guy.

What a guy.

What's going on, Lily?
What brings you out here?

Department says I need to
complete 85 hours of field work.

This is my first case.

Sorry it's not more exciting.

Looks like man versus city bus
with an obvious outcome.

Poor guy.

A dozen witnesses were onboard.

They all say the same thing.

He just appeared in the street
without any warning.

Massive contusions to the head,
courtesy of the front bumper.

The best part is,
Donald Foster was an employee

of the U.S. Government.

What's so good about that?

They smacked an IRS auditor.

Hey.

Show a little respect.

So, he either got tired
of being despised

and decided to call it quits...

or he was distracted
by all the evil deeds

he was hatching in his brain.

Either way, accident or suicide?

Bug, take your pick.

Not so fast.

Don't tell me
I missed something.

Oh, okay, I won't.

But you did.

Take a look at the top of his head.

See this pattern here?

Something oddly shaped

hit him on the cranium.

Not a bus bumper?

Not a bus bumper.

[Macy] Jordan?

I just got off the phone
with Walcott.

The kid's father
already has a lawyer

who's issuing
a cease and desist order.

That oughta make our jobs
a lot easier.

The want
an independent pathologist

to observe the autopsy.

So Dr. Melborne is coming in
from Philadelphia.

Oughta be here
in a couple of hours.

It's gonna be open and shut.

The cop did it.

You sure about that?

Seems pretty clear to me.

What's clear is that
a 16-year-old is dead,

and there are a lot
of unanswered questions.

Are you defending the police?

Look, you saw
the same thing I did.

The kid was a football player,
in decent shape.

There was one punch.

With a fist, not a nightstick.

And it's possible that punch
caused severe internal damage.

You're jumping to conclusions.

Let the evidence
speak for itself.

[Macy]
Who's gonna speak
for Steven Hayes?

I need you to check
and recheck your findings.

We are literally
policing the police,

so just be sure.

What do you got?

Deep bruising
and internal swelling,

indicative of internal bleeding.

Scratches on his arms
and elbows.

Probably from struggling with the cop.

Well, then again,

football players take a lot
of punishment on a field.

She's right.

Perfectly healthy looking
athlete dies

from a single blow
to the abdomen.

Doesn't make any sense.

How we doing on the tox screen, Nigel?

[Nigel] Negative for hematologic abnormalities.

Gonna take a bit longer to run
the drug assay.

I'm not convinced all those
bruises are from the raid.

[Nigel] Newspaper says Harding High had a football game last night.

Okay, we're in dangerous
territory here.

Identify every contusion
on his body.

Any recent ones, I want to know
how they got there.

Okay, where should we start?

Well, like he said, Hayes
played football last night.

We start with the coach.

Your field trip or mine?

Something tells me you might be
a little more effective

with jocks than I would.

Oh. Okay.

You know,
I've been trying to shake

the whole cheerleader image
for a long time.

Is it that bad?

Keep trying, love.

[knocks]

Coach Vickers?

Let me guess. Another TV reporter.

Oh, no, sir.
Not even close.

I'm Dr. Devan Maguire.
I'm from the coroner's office.

You work with stiffs all day?

Well, someone needs to
brighten the place up.

You like football, Doc?

Nothing gets between me
and my Patriots.

So, I imagine you knew
Steven Hayes pretty well.

He was on my team
since freshman year.

Strong player.

Nice kid too.

I need to know
when he played last.

Last night.

Against St. Joe's.

He took a wicked beating.

Was he injured?

We had four of our players
carried off the field.

Hayes was one of 'em.

Wow, tough night.

How was he hit?

He got clipped.

Aggravated his knee problem.

That's not exactly the injury we were looking for.

Something else caused
the abdominal bleeding.

Which leads me to drug use.

Hayes seemed clean.

I mean, these kids today,

they do what they want
when they want.

Would it surprise me if he was using? Absolutely.

But, uh, these guys
surprise me every day.

Excuse me?

Are you the woman
who tried to save Steven?

I'm one of them, why?

I'm his girlfriend--
was his girlfriend.

Can I just talk to you
for a second?

Of course.
I'm so sorry.

I'm Devan.

Andrea.

I just can't believe he's gone.

How long did you two
know each other?

Since, like, first grade.

I think we always knew
we'd end up together, you know?

It just felt right.

Andrea, did the police
ask you any questions yet?

I tried talking to that guy,
Detective Cruz,

but he wouldn't listen
to a word I said.

All this talk
about Steven's drug problem?

He didn't even smoke cigarettes.

Well, then why was the crack
in his locker?

Look, I'm not lying to you.

I don't know how it got there,
but it wasn't his.

Steven was a crappy student,

and he did a lot
of stupid things.

But buying and selling,
that wasn't one of them.

[Cruz] What do you think you're doing?

Nothing, we're just talking.

No, you don't talk to a witness
without talking to me first.

You understand?

Yeah, whatever you say.

Okay, here is the lowdown.

Mr. Internal
Revenue Service here

did not just stroll
into traffic.

He was in the neighborhood
to audit one Victor Carlson.

So, was he murdered
before or after

he ruined someone's day?

[Woody] You couldn't just let this

be an accident, could you, Bug?

I'm not the one who deliberately
slammed something

into his skull.

So, what do we do next?

Next, I am gonna go visit
Victor Carlson.

It would help my next evaluation
if I followed this case

from beginning to end.

And you know how helpful
Bug can be,

examining the crime scene
and all.

[knock on door]

Hello.
Can I help you?

Hi, how are you?

I'm Detective Woody Hoyt,
Boston PD.

Oh, um, Frances Littleton.

Do you mind if we ask you

a few questions regarding
this morning's, um, bus tragedy?

Oh, not at all.

What a terrible accident.

Please, come in.

I'm sort of
in the middle of something.

Oh, those smell fantastic.

Oh, aren't you sweet?
Do you bake?

Not really.
I'm better at burning.

Oh, well,
you should keep trying.

Cooking is very therapeutic.

The deceased had an appointment
with Victor Carlson

this morning.

Was Mr. Carlson
one of your boarders?

Oh, yes.
For seven years.

He's a lovely man.

Would you like a muffin?

Oh, thank you.

Is he here now?

No, uh, Victor drove off
in a hurry this morning.

I don't know why.

Do you know where he went?

No, I'm sorry, I don't.

Could--could we
see his room, please?

Oh, of course.

This him?

Yes.

And his wife.

Uh, a lonely widower subsisting
on a government pension.

It's--it's sad, really.

A man of simple needs.

He has his past.
Sometimes it's enough.

Don't yell at me, Renee.

No, we can't start cutting until
the independent pathologist--

[knock on door]

I gotta call you back.
I got a situation.

Why is that high school

crawling with medical examiners?

Possibly because a violent death
occurred there this morning.

Last I heard, Dr. Maguire
was going alone.

But she's interviewing
witnesses.

That's part of her job,
Detective Cruz.

Yeah, it's part of her job
to gun for my sergeants?

She's not gunning for anyone.

Half the city's out
for O'Hara's head on a plate.

And somebody's gotta
stand up for him.

This kid was built
like a brick outhouse.

You think some light punches
killed him?

When we know why he died,
we'll pass it along.

I've seen a dozen guys drop dead
because of cocaine.

Blood pressure right through
the roof,

the heart craps out,
they're gone.

That's it, end of story.

Excited delirium
due to cocaine overdose,

I'm familiar with the syndrome.

There is so far no evidence
that kid was high.

Cocaine in the locker

means cocaine
in the bloodstream.

That's it, guaranteed.

The kid was full of drugs.

Drugs, yes.
Cocaine, no.

Barbiturates.

The plot thickens,
the mystery deepens.

Dead teens do tell tales,
I guess.

Where were you guys?

Mrs. Littleton
gave us some cookies

to share with the staff.

We thought the guys
in the garage might like a few.

That's cute, could we
get back to work, please?

Here's the inside dirt
on Victor Carlson.

Hmm, 11 years ago
our tax offender

retired from
the U.S. Postal Service

after 37 years on the job.

Postal worker,
what a surprise.

Only smudges on his sheet
are two incidences

of domestic violence
in the early '80s.

So much for the lonely widower
who misses his wife terribly.

If two reports were filed,
how many weren't?

The question is, is it enough
to assume that the old guy

snapped, killed the IRS dude,
and took off?

I'd love to ask him
that question myself.

Where do you think he is?

I'm looking into family
out of state,

and his car is not
at the boarding house,

so I'm assuming he's driving--
[cell phone ringing]

I got highway patrol
keeping their eyes open.

This is Hoyt.

Mrs. Littleton, slow down.

I can't understand
what you're saying.

No, Mrs. Littleton.

No, do not put yourself
in any danger.

Do you understand me?
I will be right there.

Okay?

Victor Carlson's back.

I tried to keep him here.

I knew you wanted
to talk to him.

But he was in such a hurry.

He went to his room,
and about five minutes later,

rushed out again.

He came back for the photo
of he and his wife.

[Bug] That's pretty weird.

Under the circumstances.

I'm really sorry, I--

I did the best I could.

You did the right thing
not interfering.

He's dangerous, Ma'am.

Oh, well, I'm afraid
that I did interfere

just a little.

I--I followed him
to the door and listened.

He made a telephone call.

I couldn't make out
the words, though.

The phone has a redial.

[phone dialing]

[phone ringing]

Freedom Bus Line.

I take it that was
the independent pathologist.

[Jordan]
Dr. Melborne.

In all his rage and glory.

[Devan] He didn't look too happy when he left.

[Jordan]
I think he lost

his expert witness money.

The lung tissue shows signs

or gradual, long-term
respiratory failure.

You're thinking it's from
prolonged drug use?

Well, given the cocaine
in his locker

and the barbiturates
in his system,

I doubt this'll
go to trial now.

I noticed some scars
on his tongue.

They look old.

Seizures maybe?

That's my guess.

Question is,
were they drug-induced?

Fat necrosis of the pancreas.

The digestive enzymes
damaged the blood vessels,

causing them to rupture
into the intestinal cavity.

Okay, so I'll admit it.
You were right, I was wrong.

No, not necessarily.

The kid was 16.

His father, his coach,
his girlfriend,

they're all painting
a very different picture.

If this kid was living another
life outside of football,

we need to know about it.

Try talking to Principal Vasco
again.

Information like this
doesn't really come

from the principal's office.

Look, you already talked
to the jocks and cheerleaders.

Now it's my turn.

Hey, guys.
Can I have a minute?

I'm not a cop.
I'm a doctor.

Uh, I just have a few questions

about what happened
this morning.

What happened is Steven Hayes
got himself killed.

Did any of you know him?

Did he hang out with you guys?

Um, I think you're asking
the wrong people here, lady.

Steven Hayes didn't hang out
with guys like us.

He played ball.

You know, he was Mr. Popularity.

And you can't be both.

Oh, come on, man,
even jocks use sometimes.

Steven got busted.

All our tests show
that he had a problem.

Now, any of you
ever party with him?

You weren't afraid to talk to me
when the raid was happening.

You even called for help.
Why not talk to me now?

Look, I--I don't know
what you're saying, lady,

but, uh, if you wanna
discuss this privately,

you know, my ride's
right in the parking lot.

It's got a real nice back seat.

We can get comfortable.

Yeah, well, thanks, I--
I think I'll pass, man.

Look, I just want to find out--

Find out what exactly,
Dr. Cavanaugh?

I'm outta here.

Principal Vasco,
what a surprise.

Had I known you wanted to talk

to some of our
less cooperative students,

I could've arranged something.

I prefer to keep things
a little more impromptu.

I'd prefer you didn't.

Can I offer you a security
escort back to your car?

I think I can handle it.

Please, let me know if I can be
of further assistance.

You know where to find me.

Yeah, uh, how could I forget?

Did you finish the autopsy?

We're still running some labs.

It wasn't just O'Hara, right?

I mean, there's more
to Hayes' death than that.

I'm just trying
to do my job here.

Why are you being
so impatient, Detective?

To keep things from happening
that shouldn't happen.

Like what?

I had a partner,

got crucified
for being too rough

with a dirt-bag kid
who raped an old lady.

Turned out he wasn't 18 yet.

The kid went to Juvie,

my partner went to a desk job.

Permanently.

The laws are written
to protect everyone.

The laws are written

for a different world
at a different time.

You clear my sergeant,
and let's move on.

I'll let you know
when Dr. Cavanaugh and I

complete our investigation.

[school bell ringing]

No, I came up empty.

I was trying to get
one of the kids to talk

when Vasco showed up
and ruined everything.

Devan, tell Garret he's gotta
hang on a little longer.

I know he's under
a lot of pressure,

but until we can figure out
exactly what killed Steven,

Cruz and the D.A.'s office

are gonna have to wait.

Okay, bye.

Don't scream,
just put it in gear

and get us outta here.

Relax, if you want money,
just take it, man.

I don't want your money, Doc.
I'm a cop.

Where's that green tea
when you need it?

There's a cute little cafe
around the corner

that makes a killer latte.

Three doubles on me

if we're back in the car
in five minutes.

You are on.

Carlson's auto
is a '69 Eldorado.

Hard to miss, considering
it's the size of the QE2.

Sorry, Lily.

I'll have to take
a rain check on that latte.

Victor Carlson, freeze.

Victor?

I think he took
your request literally.

Dead as a mackerel.

I'm sorry,
I just couldn't risk

Vasco seeing us together
and getting suspicious.

The school supervisory
committee hired me.

He only knows me as "the
transfer kid from Connecticut."

How long have you been
working narcotics?

Deep cover at this school
about three months.

But I'm just scratching
the surface.

So what do you know
about Steven Hayes?

I know he was a lousy student,
and I know he didn't use at all.

You saw the report.
I mean, if that's true,

how'd the downers get
in his system?

Yeah, and the drugs
in his locker.

I try to track every
major drug dealer

who comes into the school,

and that crack
popped outta nowhere.

So you didn't have anything to
do with the raid this morning?

Zero, crack of dawn, I get a call from my division captain.

Vasco ordered the whole thing.

I'm supposed to keep my head
down and stay out of trouble.

Why Vasco?

That's what I keep asking.

The only thing they found
was the rock in Hayes' locker.

It's like
he was the only target.

So Vasco ordered the raid.

And Steven Hayes is
the only kid affected.

And the specific drug in his
locker wasn't in his system

or bought from
the school supplier.

Looks like there's more

to Vasco's relationship
with Steven than we know about.

Okay, so based on
what we got so far,

Carlson panicked,
clocked the auditor,

left, came back, left again,
went to the bus station,

but what happened
after that?

My guess, the stress
was too much for him.

Probably had a massive coronary
or stroke.

Old guy never even made it
out of his car.

Temperature's been so low,

his body probably
started to freeze

less than an hour
after he expired.

How long is it going
to take to defrost him?

Derma, just a few minutes,
but internal organs

could take several hours.

Okay, tomorrow morning
I'm going to go back

to Frances Littleton's house,
see if I could find

the murder weapon.

If I can place Carlson's prints on something--

Case closed.

Remember, heavy object,
odd design.

Thank you, Bug.
That really narrows it down.

Just trying to help.

Dr. Maguire?

My secretary

didn't tell me
anyone was still here.

Just going through

some of Steven's records.

Hope you don't mind my
burning the midnight oil.

Well, it has been
an exceptionally long day, but--

Everyone tells me
Steven's grades were in trouble,

but according to this,
he recently made

some significant improvements.

From a "D" to a "B"
in several subjects.

Fast too.

I was, uh...unaware
he'd been working so hard.

Seems a little odd,
doesn't it?

Given everything
we're learning about him.

[cell phone ringing]

Sorry, 'scuse me.
Maguire.

[girl on phone]
Dr. Maguire?

It's me, Andrea.
Steven's girlfriend.

I'm sorry.

What can I do for you?

There's something
I haven't told you.

This didn't have anything
to do with drugs.

Tell me more,
what do you mean?

I want everyone
to know the truth.

Go to my locker, make sure
Vasco doesn't see you.

It's number 3-41.

The combination's the same as
my phone number on your phone.

When's the last time
you read Human Anatomy?

It's been awhile.

Read it cover to cover.

[hangs up]

Everything okay?

Work.

Listen, if it's all right
with you,

I'd like keep going here
for awhile.

Thank you.

Good night, Doctor.Good night.

Jordan, it's me.

I'm still looking around
and get this.

Steven and Vasco just became

exponentially more complicated.

Guess who else is "Most likely
to do five to ten."

[Jordan]
Vasco has a family.

He's been married
for 20 years.

Don't forget his wife's
on the school board.

Look, I'm not here

to pass judgment
on some guy's infidelity.

Connect it to Steven Hayes.

Vasco ordered the last minute
drug bust, right?

Yeah, he called us
the night before

and, uh, he insisted on it.

Everyone, including
your informant,

says Steven was clean.

Yet, he was targeted for
the bust as a potential dealer.

Why? Because Steven had

something on the principal,
knowledge of an affair

Vasco needed to keep quiet.

Okay, so Vasco used
the drug bust

to cover up
his after-school fling.

But if Steven was the innocent
in all this,

how'd the drugs
get in his system?

There's still something
about Steven Hayes

we don't know about yet.

If we could just find
all the pieces,

maybe we can put
the puzzle together.

[Devan]
Maybe Andrea wanted us
to find this picture

of them as kids.

All right, so...

how big do you like it?

Well, I meant the photograph,
of course.

Just keep enlarging it
till I tell you when to stop.

Fine, if you must be
vague about it.

Let's try 20 times.

Let's go bigger.

What are we looking for, Doctor?

Yes, Doctor, do tell.

Something I noticed
around his neck.

A medallion.

[Nigel]
Yeah, computer,

enhance graphic
times five.

Isolate.

Focus.

Unless Saint Francis
looks like a serpent,

I'd say that's
a medical alert pendant.

No, there's
no physical impairment

listed in his file.

Yeah, there was nothing
on him when he died.

So why would young Mr. Hayes
wear a caduceus?

For a problem no one's
talking about anymore?

Maybe something

we weren't supposed
to dig up.

What do you think Mrs. Littleton
baked this morning?

I'm thinking a nice
Irish soda bread

or some hot steaming
popovers.

Mmm, take a deep breath.

If you close your eyes,
you can almost smell 'em.

[both inhale deeply]

Ugh!

[Bug]
How does a guy
decompose overnight?

Is it the thermal blanket?

This is impossible.
He just died yesterday.

I'm stunned Mr. Carlson
could have done such a thing.

He's always been
such a sweet, generous soul.

People are tough
to predict, Mrs. Littleton.

Desperation can affect us
in unfortunate ways.

Oh, ain't it the truth.

[sighs]

If it hadn't been
for that IRS man,

he probably would have lived
quietly for a few more years.

Yes, ma'am, but you can
hardly blame the poor auditor.

He was merely doing his job.

People should be left alone
in their twilight years

to enjoy the time
that they have left.

Amen to that.

So what brings you back here,
Detective?

First of all, your baking.

Mmm.

Second...

I was hoping to find
a murder weapon.

Close this case out.

Mr. Carlson could have hit
that man over the head

with almost anything.

True, but I'd like
to find something

that retains prints easily.

Some sort of household item?

Metal or ceramic.

If I can lift a print,
I can verify the assailant.

That's what I was afraid of.

Mrs. Littleton,
I have to tell you,

those scones rock.

Mrs. Littleton, um...

do you, uh...

I have to ask you,
do you wash--

do you, um, wash
the stove regularly?

Do you clean it regularly?I do.

And no one in the house
is allowed in the kitchen

except for me.

I'm sorry to hear that,
because, I, um...

[clears throat]

I couldn't help
but notice that--

that your burners
match the, uh...

Too much tea, dear?

Based on the rate of decomp
and the status

of the remaining tissue,
I put time of death

at more than
a year and a half ago.

Doesn't really square with
Mrs. Littleton's account,

does it?
Not hardly.

This poor guy's
been in deep freeze

for at least 18 months.

Mr. Carlson's pension checks
were being mailed

to the boarding house
all this time.

Last one was cashed
ten days ago.

I doubt he was up
for a visit to the ATM.

According to Social Security,

it was cosigned by Frances Littleton.

Can you do a search
on other accounts

where Mrs. Littleton cosigned?

Three other boarders were having
their government-issued checks

sent to Frances' place.

I don't like
where this is headed.

[Macy]
Mr. Hayes, I know
how difficult this can be.

How could you possibly know?

The lies.

The accusations.

Would you just let me
have my boy back

so I can bury him in peace?

I'm sorry,
but I can't do that yet.

We need to discuss
a few things.

[Jack] Dragging his reputation through the dirt wasn't enough.

He still wants some more.

When Steven was younger, he wore
a medical alert medallion.

What was it for?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

There's something deleted from
his medical records, Mr. Hayes.

What was so damn important
that the world couldn't know

your son was ill?

[sighs]

Steven was epileptic.

Since he was a kid,
all he wanted

to do was play football.

Back then, medications
were less sophisticated.

The disease was scary.

No one wanted to let him play.

As Steven got older, he learned how to control

his seizures, how to hide them.

After my wife passed,
I didn't want to keep our son

from doing what he loved.

So you made believe
it didn't exist.

Only to the schools he attended.

Steven still saw doctors.

He still took
his medication.

There was no paper trail.

I paid off a doctor friend
of mine to fill out

his yearly sports physical.

Nothing was written down
that would affect

his playing status.

I felt I-I was doing
the right thing.

What drug was he taking,
Mr. Hayes?

Something new.

An anti-convulsant.

He'd been on it
for a few months.

That's what looked like
barbiturates in his system.

The seizure meds have
the same chemical breakdown.

The meds could have
triggered the pancreatitis.

Steven's internal organs
were swollen and bleeding.

It was probably
already happening

when he was hit by
the police officer.

Are you saying those meds
are what killed him?

This whole phony drug charge

had nothing to do with it?

No, we're not saying
that at all, Mr. Hayes.

But it's starting
to look like

there were a lot of other
contributing factors

to your son's death.

The bad reaction to his meds
just being one of them.

Oh, my God.

I just wanted
my son to be happy.

That's all.

You know?

What did you do to me?

Just slipped you
some sleeping pills

that were lying around.

They won't kill you.

I have to take care
of that myself.

Not a good idea, Mrs. Littleton.

Please, dear, call me Frances.

And don't take it
personally.

It's just bad timing
on your part.

Frances.

Don't be stupid.

That's what the IRS man said.

Before I cracked him
over the head.

If he hadn't stumbled out
into the street,

he could have kept Victor
and the others company.

Others?

I didn't kill any
of those people, you know.

They all just died.

I didn't report their deaths.
Why should I?

What was the government
going to do

with all that
extra money anyway?

[doorbell buzzing]

Who the hell is that?

[Woody grunting in pain]

[doorbell buzzing]

Don't go away.

I'll be right back.

I'm coming!
Damn it.

[doorbell buzzing persistently]Hold your horses.

Hello, you two.

What a surprise.

What brings you here
on such a chilly morning?

We were looking for
Detective Hoyt.

Detective Hoyt?

I haven't seen him today.

That's funny because
that's his car right there.

I'll tell him
that you're looking for him.

If I see him.

You don't mind
if we come in, do you?

I'm afraid I'm going
to have to ask you to leave.

Don't drink that!

Don't drink that!

Don't.
This tea party's over.

She did it.
She did it with this.

Oh, that's right,
big mouth.

Blame it on the old lady.

It's not enough that I have
to take it up the wazoo

from the HMO
and the Social Security,

and now the cops too.

Where's the justice?

I was just trying
to make a living.

I mean, come on.

They were dead,
for God's sake.

So the drugs in his system
weren't narcotics.

They were prescription?

Well, link the six grams
of crack we found

in the kid's locker to Vasco.

Your own in-house informant
just called and told me

a dealer selling that specific
grade of crack cocaine

works out of Summerville.

Guess who lives with his wife
and two daughters

in that very neighborhood?

Mr. Principal?

I'm shocked.

Has anyone tried to lift
a print off

the baggie
that was confiscated?

No, we didn't have
any reason to.

Well, you have one now.

Excuse me, but I'm talking
to someone here.

Call can wait.

I'll get back to you.

Mr. Vasco, we got
some questions in regards

to your relationship
with Steven Hayes.

My relationship?

What are you talking about?
Who are you?

Garret Macy, Chief M.E.

We thought you should
see these.

Steven Hayes never used.

But you planted those drugs
in his locker

just to decimate
his credibility.

You were having an affair,
and Steven knew about it.

He was gonna ruin my life.

So instead, you ruined his.

Your impromptu bust
aided in his death.

I'm not responsible
for that boy's death.

The police department
is at fault.

Hey, we acted
on your information.

I didn't kill anybody.

Actually, you did.
Steven was epileptic.

He was on a new medication
that caused internal bleeding.

He'd already sustained injuries
from a football game,

and your raid
was the final blow.

[Devan] Cops punched him once in the abdomen,

rupturing his pancreas
and causing

a severe, painful hemorrhage.

I didn't know
Steven was ill.

It seems withholding
that information

from his records puts
his father at fault.

[Macy] The man's son is dead.

Agree with what he did
or not,

he's gotta live with that
the rest of his life.

[Jordan] Just a suggestion.

Framing Steven and trying
to cover up

an innocent kid's death
might not sit well

with the board.

You might wanna
consider resigning.

Oh, Devan, hey.

I just wanna say that
you did some really great work.

Huh, thanks.
I think.

What's wrong?
Case closed, right?

Yeah, I just kinda wanted
to catch a bad guy.

Well, be happy we figured out
what really happened.

I made so many mistakes.

I mean, I specifically
remember saying

this was an open and shut case
of police brutality.

You told me not
to jump to conclusions.

And what did I do?

Great jumping, really.

Sorry.

Don't beat yourself up.

Man, going back
to that high school

really brought back
some memories.

I mean, it actually kinda
surprised me

how little things
have changed.

All those different cliques.

Still think we would
have hated each other?

Oh, definitely.

Yeah, but you know,
different strokes, right?

Absolutely.

So, uh, do you--
what do you wanna do?

Grab some dinner?

No, not really.
Me neither.

Great, well,
see you tomorrow then.

All right, good night.Okay.

[Ramones]
♪ When I see my parents fight

♪ I don't wanna grow up

♪ I don't wanna have
to shout it out ♪

♪ I don't want my hair
to fall out ♪

♪ I don't wanna have
to learn to count ♪

♪ I don't want
the biggest amount ♪

♪ No, I don't want
to grow up ♪