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♪ Does he love me
I wanna know ♪

♪ How can I tell
if he loves me so ♪

♪ Is it in his eyes ♪

♪ Oh no you'll be deceived ♪

He could be
a pro ball player.

Ah, he wants to be a lawyer.

'I'll bet he wants
to be a ballplayer.'

'And if you're
gonna marry him?'

It'll be better
if he's a lawyer.

Why?

Then he won't be
on the road.

All those
baseball hussies?

Who said anything
about getting married?

It never crossed your mind?

He keeps saying
he has something

that he wants to
talk to me about.

He sounds real nervous.

He's such a little boy.

Hey, baby.
How about a date?

♪ Seems like the other day
aa aa aa ♪

♪ My baby went away ♪

♪ He went away
'cross the sea.. ♪

Hey, hey, college boy.

Did you see,
uh, Callison choke

in the ninth inning
last night?

He didn't choke.
The ump robbed him.

That last pitch
was low and inside.

♪ Oh no ♪

♪ Oh no no no no ♪

♪ Remember ♪

♪ Walking in the sand ♪

Tsk. These degenerates.

You know, you're not
like the rest of 'em.

Why? Because I play baseball?

Are you sure you're a fag?

Are you sure you're Italian?

Hmm.

♪ Whatever happened to ♪

- Gin?
- 'Yeah.'

♪ The boy that I once knew ♪

♪ What will I do with it now
Remember ♪

God Bless us nelly queens!

This domestic call

came in every Friday night.
Same damn couple.

We've finally shut 'em down

with the blind policeman
routine.

- Blind policeman?
- Yeah.

We go to their door
with a white stick and glasses

start taking down
their report.

Tell 'em it's an equal
opportunity program.

'Grope their faces,
they're so thrown off'

they don't call for weeks.

You ever do blind policeman
in your patrol days?

Gets 'em every time.

The, um, the lady
from Milwaukee is here.

She called twice yesterday
for directions.

And she's
an hour early.

Mrs. Holtz?

I know I'm early.
I can wait.

No, no, it's fine.
I'm Detective Rush.

This is Detective Valens.

Is it true Milwaukee
smells like beer?

I've lived there
too long to know.

I haven't been here
for a while.

What brings you now?

My son was murdered
here in 1964.

He was a student.

- A robbery?
- They said it was at first.

And then
they said something else.

What?

They said he'd been
at a gay bar.

My husband and I told them
that was wrong.

That Danny had a girlfriend.

The world has changed so much.

- What was your son's name?
- Daniel Holtz.

Please, have a seat.

You didn't know
your son was gay?

I didn't wanna know.

And now, much too late
I realize..

...that kept me
from really knowing him.

Cops back then
talk about other leads?

They mostly talked about my
husband and I being nice people.

I have a heart condition.

Triple bypass.
I'm running on fumes.

If there's one thing I want
to settle before I go..

I think the police swept this
under the rug.

And my husband and I
helped them do it.

We didn't push.

We'll pull his case.

'I don't see a box.'

'Holtz with a Z.'

'I know. There's no box.'

Tough to live with, huh?

She must have told the assigned
detective to lay off.

A civilian tells you
to lay off, you do it?

No, I go harder.

They get jumbled up a lot?

It's getting better.

People are learning
the alphabet.

Except Vera.

Not every case
is a box job.

If there isn't enough
to fill a box...

Here it is.

Living in a group home.

Hmm. Skimpy, huh?

- Doesn't say high priority.
- No.

Body was found in the alley
behind a bar.

Queen Village.
It's perfect.

This case gonna make
you uneasy there, Scotty?

- No.
- Okay.

'64? That's back when
patrol cars were red.

Hmm. Random street murder.

Assigned detectives
are both dead.

Gay bashing outside a bar
that don't exist anymore.

And you have three
civilian interviews.

- Sounds like a winner, huh?
- We got a shot.

Joined the patron saints
of lost causes?

Ain't lost
if I'm looking for it.

Whoo! Got him to
drink the Kool-Aid.

So where you two gonna start?

- Crime scene.
- Queen Village.

That cracks him up.

Take Jeffries.
Maybe he remembers the bar.

- Someone saw what happened.
- Someone always does, Lil.

So we'll find 'em.
Knock on doors.

Ask neighborhood people.
Someone will remember our guy.

Another optimist.

The Hush Room was over there.
Corner of Sodom and Gomorrah.

'Is that what
the cops called it?'

It's what the residents
called it.

- Nice, huh?
- Now.

- Neighborhood's changed.
- Night and day.

All the neighbors are long gone.

Yuppies pushed 'em out.

If it was so crappy
how come this Penn kid

came all the way down here?

If you were gay in '64

this was the only game in town.

If you want to socialize,
this was the only place.

So why was Danny in this alley?

Got chased.
Or ambushed.

Or lucky.

How would he have gotten
back to campus in '64?

Subway.

The other direction
from the Hush Room.

Maybe he found a friend
who lived thataway?

Caller saw the body, "Splayed
and protruding in the alley."

- Who called it in?
- Anonymous.

Boy, you got nada.

We got a neighbor
who saw nothing

a bartender
who knew nothing

and a drag queen
calledTinkerbell.

Plus a note tossed in
thatTinkerbellhad a lead

on who liked to kick queer ass
in the neighborhood.

Let me guess.
No follow-up, right?

Tinkerbellcould have been
a good ID, though.

Like a...gang moniker.

That's how
we find the thugs now.

You want to look forTinkerbell?

In Never Never Land?

Or drag bars.

You sure that's
the best job for me?

Ah. Definitely.

We should check
the old arrest books

at the District Station House.

'Figure out who
the area bullies were.'

I'll go to
the District House with you.

You troll the bars with me.

Sure. I ain't scared.

So what violations
are we looking for?

There wasn't a code
for hate crimes.

Certainly weren't
calling itgay bashing.

So what?
Male-on-male assaults?

Assault, drunk and disorderly,
disturbing the peace..

...the whole constellation.

South Philly thugs.

I probably got relatives
in this book.

The Hush Room was managed by
Anthony DeSica from '61 to '68.

Hmm. We'll go and see him.

Our boss, Lieutenant Stillman.

- Yes, I remember.
- Mrs. Holtz.

Thank you for looking at this
case again so much time later.

Well, no case is too old
to open again, ma'am.

I never asked before.

Does it say in there
how exactly Danny died?

Blunt force trauma.

Beaten?

Um..

Uh, "with a round,
wooden implement."

Baseball bat, maybe.

Oh, that would be too awful.

There wasn't much Danny
loved more than baseball.

He was on the Penn team.

He must have been
a decent player.

Shortstop.

In your original interview,
Helen

you mention Danny's fiancee.

Well, girlfriend.

He said his girlfriend,
at least.

The fiancee part maybe
was my wishful thinking.

What about other friends?

Danny had a lot of friends.

Anyone that could have been
a romantic interest?

Looking back?

'You think he'll be there?
We are early.'

I don't know,
but my feet are killing me.

The Liberty Bell
isn't that fascinating.

I hear him.
Danny, it's us.

Honey, are you there?

'Hey, mom.
Uh, just a second.'

[Dean Martin singing "You're
Nobody Till Somebody
Loves You"]

♪ The world still is the same
you never change it ♪

This is a friend
from the law school.

We were just studying.

Uh, I thought you guys
weren't coming back till later.

I'm late. I've gotta go.

So nice to meet you.

♪ ...body loves you ♪

Did you guys
have a good time?

We had a great time.

Your mother loved it.

What time
are we meeting Deborah?

I don't even know
that boy's name.

'I know so little
about his life.'

- Would Deborah know?
- Maybe.

Last I heard of her,
she was applying to med school.

- You remember her last name?
- I could get it.

She wrote us an awfully
nice note when Danny died.

If you find that boy..

...or whoever
was important to Danny

'will you let him know
I'm here?'

Sure.

You, uh, still wanna go
to the scene, ma'am?

I do.

But I'm feeling too tired now.

Maybe tomorrow.

I'll walk you out.

Hey. Queen Village,
bullies and thugs, circa 1964.

- We extrapolated.
- Thanks.

You boys have fun tonight.

We wanna talk to you
about the Hush Room, Anthony.

Why you asking
about ancient history?

That's the business we're in.

Ralphie, finish this, huh?

Everyone in the place
don't need to know

I worked in a queer bar.

- Yeah, okay.
- My uncle owned it.

What can I say?
I wasn't his favorite nephew.

'I got the booby prize job.'

You remember this kid, Danny?

Yeah. I liked him.

He was a baseball nut.

That was the year the Phillies
choked on the pennant race.

'They were eight
and a half games ahead'

and then they blew ten
straight in a row.

So I had somethin'
to talk with him about.

Any idea who killed him?

Everybody hated those people.

How about a drag queen
calledTinkerbell?

You friendly with her?

They were all Tinkerbells to me.

You remember
the night Danny died?

Yeah, 'cause of the raid.

What about it?

Cops was raiding us
all the time.

So we paid them off to tip us
as to when they were coming.

What did you do
with the information?

I had a red light
behind the bar.

If people were dancing
and the red light started

they knew to hurry up
and get into boy-girl couples

before the cops got there.

Only that night
there was no warning.

- How come?
- I don't know.

Maybe my uncle was late
with the payoff.

'Switch! Switch! Red alert!'

- Cops ever do any damage?
- Sure.

Those kind of raids
was open season on them fags.

There's nothing on the books
about a police raid.

You're surprised.

This raid happened
the night of a murder.

That's pretty significant.

Yeah, well, things were
different back then, Scott.

The department
isn't squeaky clean.

There's a lot
that's ugly in our past.

So now we got two secret worlds
to break into.

Gays and the history
of the department.

Do you know
about Russo's raiders?

Heard stories.

Captain John Russo
had an elite squad.

They took care of business.

Payoffs, raids.

- Probably gay bashing, too.
- Nice.

So how do we find out
what cops were on this raid?

Not from the records, Lil.
That stuff was off the books.

How do we find out
if Danny was beaten

with a nightstick,
and not a bat?

'We should stop callin'
them drag queens.'

'How come?'

I think the last guy
was offended.

I always thought they call
themselves drag queens.

- Don't mean we can.
- 'Is it a slur?'

- I don't think it is.
- How aboutcross-dresser?

- That's not offensive, right?
- No, it's neutral.

Alright, let's go
with that one this time.

Hey, how's it going?

Super.

We're, uh, looking
for an older gentleman..

...a cross-dresser who goes
by the name Tinkerbell.

Don't know him.

You got any old timers
that hang out here?

There's an older crowd
in the rooms upstairs.

- What rooms?
- The conversation rooms.

Hell, we're not Vice.
We don't care about your rooms.

- We're looking for a witness.
- Go on up.

Just watch your body language
if you don't want to get groped.

Danny's mom said
you two dated in college?

Mmm. I found out
about Danny the hard way.

I caught him and Hank kissing.

Damn you. Damn you.

I'm sorry.

Everything's a big lie.

You're just a liar using me?

No. No.

I love you.

Nothing has to change.

- What do you mean?
- I mean, I do love you.

I love you.

But not the way
you're supposed to.

Tell me.

Not as much.

As much as what?

As I love him.

Did you kill him? I mean,
that would solve our case.

No. We became friends.

Oh, gotta run.

Uh, can we walk with you?

Do you know
how to deliver a baby?

A man can learn anything.

You know, I always wondered

if it was
just a random street thing.

'Something really bad
was happening in his life.'

Like what?

I think Danny
was being blackmailed.

He needed a chunk of money.

And obviously he hadn't gotten
a girl in trouble

as we used to say.

But then I think why would
anyone blackmail Danny?

He didn't have a cent.
Borrowed toothpaste.

Oop. Last warning.

Um, did you know his boyfriend?

Hank? Mmm.

Ambitious,
master of the universe type.

Law student.

What's Hank's last name?

Hank...uh..

What's the screwdriver?

- Phillips?
- Hank Phillips.

I don't know
what became of him.

Danny didn't deserve
what happened to him.

And even though,
I'm the one who got

her heart broken..

...Danny wasn't cruel.

The world was.

The story is Tinkerbell
had a nipple ring.

Way ahead of his time with that.

Anyway, in one of his
many ass kickings

a guy took a knife and tried
to slice that ring right off.

But there's a happy ending.

Tink got the nipple
reconstructed for free

at the VA hospital.

A doc there wrote
it up as a combat wound

she got fighting in Korea.

So Tinkerbell was in the army?

You know this doc's name?
Or Tinkerbell's?

That old queen
sure got beaten up a lot.

Someone at the VA
may know her real name.

Thanks for your time.

- Thanks for this.
- What do you got?

A question I need answered.
Quietly.

- The case is from 1964.
- Hmm-mm.

We need to know
about a weapon.

- Oh, no problem.
- Oh, this is Shelly.

'She's gonna do
that research for us.'

- On the QT?
- Mum's the word.

Thanks.

Vera should be finding
true love right about now.

Back in '64, Tinkerbell
came forward voluntarily.

Wanted to talk about
being assaulted.

Tinkerbell's not a joke.

So far she's
our most promising lead.

I got another one..

...from the law school
alumni office.

- 'You found Hank?'
- Oh, yeah.

Still lives in Philly.

Henry Phillips.

That Henry Phillips?

'Your Honor,
Detective Rush, Homicide.'

I'm here on a personal matter.

A personal matter of yours?

Of yours.

I've reopened
the Daniel Holtz case.

You and he were
both at Penn in 1964.

You remember him?

He was murdered.

I understand
you were close friends.

I'm not sure
I can get into this.

I have no interest in prying
into your personal life.

I'm just trying
to solve a homicide.

We're looking into the theory
it was a hate crime.

A gay bashing.

Who brought that theory
to the table?

His mother.

I don't remember him
well enough to help you.

Well, take my card

in case something
jogs your memory.

Like the fact that
you cared about him.

I don't talk publicly about..

...these things.

I understand.

I'd like to help you.

But-but I need assurances.

Between you and me.

No notes.

What do you want to know?

- Was Danny being blackmailed?
- No.

His friend Deborah said he
needed money all of a sudden.

He wasn't being blackmailed.
I was.

- By who?
- The management.

- At a certain bar.
- The Hush Room.

I went to that rat hole
with Danny twice.

And almost
had my life ruined.

They were running
an extortion scam out of there.

And a young law student
was a good target.

You couldn't be a lawyer
if you were gay back then.

Moral turpitude.

So why was Danny
trying to get money

if you were the one blackmailed?

He felt responsible.

He was responsible.

'I didn't mind being
behind closed doors'

but Danny wanted to be out,
on a scene.

That make you angry?

You think I killed him?

In a disgusting alley
as a career move?

Not my best theory.

You know who really hated Danny?

His teammates
on the baseball team.

Hey, these yours?

I know this place.

You do?

Yeah.

Do you go there?

I may have, yeah.

Hmm.

Faggot.

From that day on

they made things
really bad for him.

Beaned him on purpose.

Wouldn't sit with him
on the bus.

He ended up quitting.

'But in those days,
there was no such thing'

as a gay athlete.
Not at Penn or anywhere else.

Thank you.

'For talking to me.'

I need it to stay confidential.

There's one person I'd like
to tell about our conversation.

Danny's mom's
in town.

She'd like to hear from you.

I hear you're running
a dice game

out of your warehouse, Anthony.

Dice game, what?

I heard bingo, dogfights.

Oh, all kinds of things
to write you up on.

Come on you guys,
what do you want with me?

Tell us about
the extortion scam.

Extortion?
Why would we do that?

You tell us.

We was printing money,
selling watered-down drinks

'to the queers,
and it'd be bad for business.'

Talk about bad for business.

How much you charge
for the dice game?

Ah, come on.

Okay.

My moron cousin hid a camera.

Tried to hit up
a couple of guys

looked like they had
something to lose.

My uncle almost ripped
his throat out

when he found out
for the reasons I cited above.

- Bad for business.
- My uncle shut him down.

End of story.

Believe me, my cousin was way
too small time to plan a murder.

The raid that night,
I need a name.

They taped over their name tags.

You usually got warning.
Who gave it to you?

Bagman for the district captain.

The guy who picked up
the payoff envelopes?

Contributions to the
Police Athletic Foundation.

His name.

He was a rookie.

Nelson.

Was Officer Nelson at the bar
the night Danny was killed?

He was always there.

That's very helpful, Anthony.

No, this is not a put on.

He went by the name Tinkerbell.

A Korean war vet.

His chest area got in
a little accident with a knife.

Forty three guys named Nelson
on the job in the '60s.

So we track 'em all down.

Yeah, yeah. A cross-dresser,
had a nipple ring.

- The Penn baseball team?
- Yeah.

They were in Ithaca, New York.
The weekend of your murder.

An away game.
The entire lineup.

'You look that up?'

I happen to have every
sports record known to man.

Memorized.

Twenty less guys you got
to check out.

We have so many other suspects,
it's sad.

Blackmail ring, rogue cops,
neighborhood thugs.

No shortage of people
who had it in for a gay kid.

I got the results
you asked for.

He's okay.

Oh, thanks.

I called in a favor
at the FBI lab.

We used a pig's head to simulate
the bruise and wound pattern

for the weapon
and then compared that

to the victim photographs.

And?

And that kid was not killed

with a nightstick.

Well, that's a relief.

- Thanks.
- Thank the pig.

Uh, what's your guess
about the weapon?

My money's
on the classic baseball bat.

Thanks.

I found Tinkerbell.
Real name George Polk.

Mr. Polk?

George Polk?

Detective Rush,
Philadelphia Police.

'Go away.'

I'm here about the 1964 murder

of Daniel Holtz
outside The Hush Room.

You wanted to give a statement
to police.

I'm here to take it.

Took you a while
to get back to me.

Yes, it did.

Decided to get dressed up?

Yes, I did.

You know, in my day,
I was beaten up

by every cop and fag basher
in South Philly.

Cops beat you up
for no reason?

The reason, young man, was
hatred and career advancement.

Now, Captain Russo
loved his fag bashing.

We can only speculate why.

These are mug shots
from the early '60s.

Arrests out
of the Third District.

- Is there a magnifier?
- Yes.

- Here.
- Thank you.

Yeah, 'cause
these-these old eyes

you know,
they need help.

Can I ask you somethin'?

Please.

Why did you flaunt
the way you were

if you knew people were gonna
attack you for it?

You're a homicide detective?

He's...new.

With what you see people do

you get upset
about how a man dresses

and who he loves?

I ain't upset,
I'm just wondering

'if you're getting beaten up
because you dress like a woman'

'and you don't wanna
get beat up'

why not stop dressing
like a woman?

'Cause I was never
a practical girl.

Oh, he's one of them.

- One of who?
- The local monster.

I remember his eyebrows.
He was the ringleader.

What do you remember him doing?

I remember him hitting me
and kicking me.

And throwing things.

- You're sure about him?
- I'm sure.

His mother would egg him on
from the window

of their little slum.

And his name...is Brien.

'Timmy O'Brien.'

Lived around the corner
from The Hush Room.

Uh-huh.

- Fourth floor window, right.
- Apartment 419.

'If the local thugs did
in that poor boy'

this one...was a part of it.

Thank you, Mr. Polk.

That Danny was a good one.

Lot of spunk.

But heartbroken
because the Phillies

did something with a pennant.

They blew the pennant race
in '64.

That was it.

And the boy was thrown off
of the baseball team.

And he was always trying
to organize a game at the bar.

I was going
to be...a cheerleader.

I get the vapors
just thinking about it.

Whoa.

You, uh, Timmy O'Brien?

Yeah.

What's it about?

Just, uh, following up
a dog call from a long time ago.

- Alright.
- You recognize this individual?

Maybe.

Ever get on her case?

Her?

Word is, you took care
of business

with the local drag queens.

I didn't ask them
to come to my neighborhood.

Start parading around
on the streets.

I hear you.

But I never hurt nobody.

I'm just carrying out
a duty here.

So, uh, what did you do
to these fine citizens?

Kid stuff.

You know,
harassing them, like..

...throwin' stuff.

Bottles, sticks?

Chinese takeout.

How's that work?

Well, when we had
some leftovers

see a couple of fags
on our street

we'd dump the food on them.

What's that?
Assault with a deadly egg roll?

You ever see this kid?

Nah.

'Cause he was a local fag.

I don't recognize him.

Okay.

I ain't proud
of all that stuff.

I wouldn't want my kids
to know I did it.

But it was just pranks.

Have a good day.

Your Honor.

Thanks for letting me know.

I wanted to meet her.

The hotel said
she was brought here last night.

Hmm. How's she doing?

Have you gone in?

No, I was nervous.

A grown man and I'm scared
to meet his mom.

So I'll go with you.

Helen, this is Hank.

You're the boy
who ran out of the room.

I guess so.

Hank.

Any progress?

We've got at least
one person of interest.

Who's that?

Local thug in the neighborhood.

Told a story
about throwing Chinese leftovers

'at gay men
out on the street.'

You talked to that man?

Yeah.

You wanted to
know about Danny.

In many ways,
Danny was a man of his time.

He lied about his life
to some people.

To you.

In other ways... Danny was
ahead of his time.

How?

He didn't hate himself.

Somehow he knew
he had a right to exist.

'You haven't told them,
have you?'

My parents?
You crazy?

No way, huh?

If they even suspected
I was rooting for the Phillies

against the Braves,
I'd be dead to them.

I could never
go home again.

- Hey, guys.
- Ladies, how's it goin?

We got you some Chinese food.

We hear faggots
like Chinese food.

- Hey.
- Forget it.

No, I wanna see
their faces.

'Officer.'

- 'Come on, Danny.'
- 'Officer.'

Danny was brave.

I wasn't.

What happened
after the Chinese food?

I went home, uh..

...Danny came over later
and we fought.

He stormed out obviously,
went to The Hush Room

and...and I never
saw him again.

'Do you know the name
of the officer he spoke to?'

I have the paperwork.

Danny threw it at me that night,
called me a coward.

You kept it?

Anything I had of his, I kept.

You loved him.

Yes.

I'm glad.

Officer Paul Nelson
took the report.

Nelson, same name
Anthony gave us.

In '64, he was a rookie
in the Third District.

He worked under the command
of Captain John Russo.

A Russo's raider.

He booked the city when he
retired. Lives out in Alden.

Works at the cop shop
at the Union Hall.

Go pay him a visit.

- Paul Nelson?
- Yes?

- Lilly Rush, Homicide.
- Scotty Valens, same.

What can I do for you?

You took a complaint
of harassment

from a Daniel Holtz in 1964.

Neighborhood boys
threwfood at them.

This kid was murdered
the same night.

Yeah.

Wanna to tell us
what you know?

I knew this day would come.

Let's meet tomorrow.

That kid Danny had moxie..

...coming to me with the noodles
drippin' from his forehead.

I asked him
if he was the shortstop

on the Penn baseball team
'cause I recognized him.

'I went to some
of them games.'

You talked about baseball
at a time like that?

I was embarrassed.

Embarrassed because he was a fag
and you had to talk to him?

I thought the whole situation
was embarrassing.

'How old were you?'

Twenty two.

I just started on the job.
I thought I'm set.

Next thing you know,
I'm John Russo's bagman.

That didn't sit right
with you?

Oh, I loved it at first.

It was like going behind
the curtain in theWizard of Oz.

See how the whole thing works.

And the night
of Danny's murder

how'd it work then?

I took the kid's report.
That's it.

Then they called a raid
that night...late.

And I saw him again.

'Switch! Switch! Red alert!'

Break it up, break it up.

♪ When you're young
and so in love as we ♪

♪ And bewildered
by the world we see ♪

♪ Why do people hurt us so ♪

♪ Only those in love
would know ♪

♪ What a town without pity
can do ♪

Next time I saw him,
he was dead.

You know what, Nelson?

That's the part
I'm not buying.

I don't need
to be talking to you.

But you are.
Why?

You feel guilty
about something?

I'm telling you
what I know.

Me and my partner
chased a patron to the alley.

We saw the kid's body splayed
and protruding from the alley.

Splayed and protruding.
That's what the caller said.

You made that anonymous call.

Don't do this to me.

Look, we're
all cops here.

It'll be handled right.

A cop didn't do this.

Forensics says it was a cop.

Weapon was a nightstick.

- That's wrong.
- It's what the lab says.

Absolutely wrong.

Which you know is true
because you were there.

- You saw what happened.
- I didn't see..

...all of it.

You walked away?

I didn't know he was going
to die.

They were beating
on him, and...yeah..

...we looked the other way.

Who were they?

Some guys I knew
in the neighborhood.

- Who?
- Names.

- I don't know.
- You can't not know.

It's what you're here for.

I want to show you something.

That's my son
and his partner.

He thinks his old man
is a good guy.

Which one's your son?

So do it for him.

Be a good guy.

Hey, here they are.

Hi, Timmy.

Paul Nelson.
Your brother John's friend.

Yeah,
It's been, like, ten years.

Since your dad's wake.

- What are you doing here?
- He's given you up, Timmy.

You're going down for the murder
of Daniel Holtz in 1964.

- 'Paul.'
- Sorry.

Paul, you can't.

No, you, you gotta
tell 'em what happened.

You got to tell 'em
what you really saw.

'It was self-defense.'

Are you gonna lie
or are you gonna tell the truth?

I'm gonna tell
the truth, Timmy.

Where'd you come from,
sweetheart?

You better start running.

- Turn around and run.
- Huh, queer.

- Come over here.
- Faggot, run. Run, faggot.

- Run, pansy boy.
- Come on, fag boy. Run.

Keep running,
keep going.

Here we go.

- 'You better run.'
- 'You gonna run, pansy boy?'

- 'Keep running.'
- 'What are you stopping for?'

What you gonna do, huh?

- 'Yeah, queer.'
- 'Coward.'

Come on!

Come on!

♪ To everything
Turn turn turn ♪

♪ There is a season
Turn turn turn ♪

♪ And a time to every purpose
under heaven ♪

♪ A time to be born
A time to die ♪

♪ A time to plant
A time to reap ♪

♪ A time to kill
A time to heal ♪

♪ A time to laugh ♪

♪ A time to weep ♪

♪ To everything
Turn turn turn ♪

♪ There is a season
Turn turn turn ♪

♪ And a time to every purpose
under heaven ♪

♪ A time to build up
A time to break down ♪

♪ A time to dance
A time to mourn ♪

♪ A time to cast away stones ♪

♪ A time to gather stones
together ♪

♪ To everything
Turn turn turn ♪

♪ There is a season
Turn turn turn ♪

♪ And a time to every purpose
under heaven ♪

♪ A time of love
A time of hate ♪

♪ A time of war
A time of peace ♪

♪ A time you may embrace ♪

♪ A time to refrain
from embracing ♪