02x06 - Bad Blood

[bunniefuu]

( Moaning )

That...

That was great.

You were great.

You too, baby.

Do you think I was too loud?

Who cares?

I don’t care.

I just thought that it might get
exciting if your parents heard.

Yeah, if my dad walked
in here and found me

sleeping with the help

yes, things would get
very exciting.

Good. Then maybe
we should do it again

and get louder
and louder and louder.

You like it?

Yeah.

It gets better.

( g*nsh*t )

What was that?

I don’t know.

( g*nsh*t )

That was a g*nsh*t!

Get me out
of this!
Cory, wait.

Get me out of this now!

Rita:
Most families in palm beach
are like families everywhere.

There’s love and respect.

Mom and dad teach junior
what to expect from life

and how to deal with it

how to know right from wrong
and good from bad.

It’s called nurturing.

But there is no license
for being a parent.

You don’t have to pass a test
or get your references checked

and sometimes mom and dad just
aren’t cut out for the job.

If there is a blank place

where nurturing
should have been

junior will usually be
the first one

who has to deal with it

and frequently, the cops
will be the second.

Man:
Andrea and Irena Gershack.

Shotgun blast--
one each, up close.

What’s up, doc?

sh**t was
very frugal.

( Moans )

Yeah, just when you think

you got your calluses
all built up.

He was also very neat.

Picked up the empty casings,
took them with him.

Maybe it was
a double-barrel.

That’s why I'm not a detective.

But he was real confident--
two sh*ts, two bodies.

Didn’t leave much room
for error.

Well, you don’t need much
with a shotgun.

What do you think, maybe pro?

Maybe the mob?

I don’t know.

There was a situation
in Dade county.

Some wise guys trying to muscle
into the car wash business.

A car wash bought all this?

Gershack owns ten
up and down the coast.

Were we lucky enough
to get any witnesses?

No, but the couple’s son
and the maid heard the sh*ts.

He’s out back,
she’s in the kitchen.

I never saw anything
like that in my life.

Look, we could do this later.

I want to get this over with.

You got to catch
whoever...

Do you remember
hearing anything
else

besides the g*nshots--
shouting, arguing, car

anything like that?

No, nothing at all.

What about the alarm?

Um, it didn’t go off.

How’s the alarm set up?

Well, somebody inside
can buzz you in,

or you can punch in the code
from the outside.

How many people
have the code?

Um, let’s see.

My mother and my father

me and my brother, Ron, and Mia.

Mia, is that your sister?

No, she’s our, um...

She’s our maid.

You have any idea where she was
when this happened?

Yeah, she was with me.

We were talking.

Uh, she was doing some cleaning
in the hall.

Kind of late for housework.

How long did it take you
from the time

that you heard the sh*ts
until you found your parents?

I don’t know, uh...

I, uh, I couldn’t see my mother.

Look, we can do this later
if you like.

How did you do that?

Um...

It’s a... it’s a rash
from my wrist bands.

I play tennis.

Tough game.

So, you were

with the Gershacks’ son
when you heard the sh*ts.

Yeah, Cory, the younger son.

How many are there?

Two.

Ron, the older one

doesn’t live
in the house anymore.

You were with Cory.

Yes, we were talking.

I was doing some last-minute
straightening up.

I was almost in bed
when I remembered it

and so I just threw on a robe.

Anything unusual

happen tonight?

No.

Can you think
of a reason

anybody would want
to k*ll them?

No, none.

Only I probably
shouldn’t say any...

Go on.

Anything might help.

The older brother, Ron.

He was always very nice to me,
but... I don’t know.

He was just strange.

What do you mean "strange"?

Always arguing

with his father
or with Cory and...

Miss Cortez,
anything you can

tell me that might help,
you tell me.

I know, but sometimes boys say
things to each other

when they are angry that
they don’t really mean.

What kind of things?

Please don’t tell Cory
I said this.

One time, Ron told him he
would like to k*ll his father.

Chris:
How’s it going down here?

Good. One’s missing.

Could be our m*rder w*apon.

Cory said that
was his brother
Ron’s bird g*n.

Double barrel?

Mmm-hmm. -gauge ..

Ouch.

Yeah.

Big birds.

Yeah.

You know, that stuff
the maid told you

about the older brother...

Does that seem
a little sideways to you?

Yeah, it’s pretty intimate
information

to be sharing with the help.

Yeah, well, "intimate" is
the word.

I think she and Cory
are definitely an item.

Judging from the marks
on his wrists

I would say that
they’re interested

in a little more
than just straight sex.

You thinking kink?

Let’s just say that the only
time my cuffs come out

are when I bust someone.

You know, of course, I can only
speak for myself, but...

Right.

Oh, no, if you’re waiting
for me

to admit something

I take the fifth.

I figured as much.

One man’s ceiling is
another man’s floor.

The ceiling?

Wow.

Chris:
I was at the gershack mansion

going through that
g*n collection.

They got at least
half a dozen pieces--

they got a . special

a . semi-a*t*matic,
a couple of .s

all of which
would have been quieter

than that -gauge Cannon
that was used.

It’s like they used
that particular w*apon

to make a point.

Uh.

What? What?

You.

Good morning, how are you,
good to see you.

Oh, yeah, right,
good morning-- sorry about that.

It’s just that I hate these
middle-of-the-night calls.

I wake up the next day,

I feel like I've been hit
by a truck

and I'm running on

straight adrenaline.

Anyway.

Anyway.

The g*n.

The g*n.

So, I don’t know.

Maybe it was not used
so much for a point

but for a reason.

Being?

Being rage against
the victims.

sh**t was
familiar with it.

Or sh**t knew who the g*n
belonged to.

Maybe it
was a frame.

How about easy to use?

A double-barrel
is like a wedge.

Simple to work,
you don’t have to know

how g*ns tick.

That really narrows that down

just about like my background
check on Mia Cortez.

How did that go?

All right.

I talked to the placement agency

about her references.

Everybody loved her.

They hated to lose her.

Why’d they let her go?

Mia said that she moved

for personal reasons--
all except for the bates family.

They were cleaned out
by burglars

and Mia was too scared

to stay, and they
were very upset.

She didn’t give them notice.

I just hate it
when that happens.

Oh, don’t you, though?

So, anyway, nothing has clicked,
not on her yet.

You know what the weird thing
was, though?

There was this pattern
of blanks.

Six to eight weeks
after each job

no employment record.

Hmm...

I knew the Gershacks.

I played golf with Andre.

My wife had tea with Irena.

We watched
our kids grow up.

They were good people.

Well, somebody sure
didn’t like them.

Well, Andre could be
a bit of a hard-ass--

old country ways.

But I admired him.

The guy pulled himself up
from nothing.

You getting personal
on this, George?

Damn right
it’s personal.

I want who did this,
mob or no mob.

We don’t think it was the mob.

No, they usually bring
their own toys.

This sh**t used
the victim’s g*n.

Chris:
The house was secured
like fort Knox.

Feels like an inside job.

You’re not thinking
the boys are involved.

Well, we can’t ignore

the possibilities.

How well do you know them?

Well enough.

Look, Andre was
pretty hard on them

but I don’t see
either one of them

capable
of anything like this.

We’ve talked
to all the neighbors.

Nobody sees them as
a close-knit family.

Yeah, whatever Andre did

he did out of love,
for their own good.

Hey, you have kids,
and then we’ll talk.

It’s not so easy these days.

( Telephone ringing )

Okay, send him in.

Mr. Donovan.

Ron, I'm so sorry.

If there’s anything
that I can do.

Yeah, find the bastards
who did this and fry them.

We intend to.

Ron gershack,
meet Sergeant Lance

Sergeant Lorenzo.

They’ve been assigned
to the case.

I can see
they’re hard at work.

I know you’re upset, Ron,
but show a little respect.

Oh, pardon me

but my parents just had
their heads blown off.

Now, why aren’t you people
out on the street

finding out who did it?

Oh, we have been.

While you’re here,
you want to tell me

where you were
last night?

What? Are you telling me
that I'm a suspect?

We’re asking you

the same question
that we asked

your brother, Cory.

Well?

I was at my apartment at school.

You got somebody
can verify that
for you?

Yeah.

Try my roommate.

Caught a movie at the four-plex
on balboa, :.

Stopped by Cooches--
had a pizza, a few beers.

Back here :, :.

Watched a little TV.

What’s this about?

Is he in some kind
of trouble?

Did you see anyone

you knew at the theater?

Uh, I don’t think so.

How long you known Ron?

Three years.

Met him here at school?

That four-plex,
that’s near
the campus

and Cooches, that’s
a college hangout, right?

Yeah.

You been here

for three years.

But you spent four or five hours

right in the middle
of everything

without seeing
anybody you know?

That sound right
to you, Kevin?

That sound right
to you, detective?

That does not sound
right to me.

Got to admit it sounds
a little soft

to me, too,
Kevin.

All right, look,
I was just trying

to do him a favor.

Yeah, why don’t you
do yourself one

and tell us the truth?

All right, look.

Ron wasn’t anywhere near campus
last night.

He snuck back
to palm beach

to be with his latest squeeze.

He snuck back?

Yeah, and
if his dad

found out, he’d get his butt
kicked around the block.

Ron’s on academic probation.

He dropped out last quarter.

He’s barely hanging on now.

I understand

he and his old man
didn’t get along too well.

Yeah, major understatement.

Think Ron hated his father
enough to k*ll him?

No, he didn’t have the nerve.

That’s just not the way
he operated.

I mean, he’d fight
for as long as he could,

and then he’d back up

and he’d put it all down
in that book of his.

Wait, he wrote a book?

Yeah, like a diary

a journal.

What do you think,
life imitating art?

Man, there’s enough
in the first ten pages alone

to hang this kid.

Yeah.

He’s back.

It’s all right.

What are you doing here?

Maybe you can tell us
about this.

Get out of the car!

Get your hands off me!

Shut up!

My lawyers are going to hear
about this.

Great--
we can talk about

how you almost ran down
a police officer.

That’s as*ault with
a deadly w*apon, Ron.

I lost it.
I was scared, mad.

After what we read,
I can understand that.

Come on, all that stuff,
it’s just fantasies

make-believe.

"Happiness will be

making good old dad
eat the end of a -gauge."

It’s not quite
poetry.

Look, I'm telling you,
it was just a journal.

Hey, my father and I weren’t
exactly bosom buddies.

It happens.

Most sons don’t argue
their cases with . buckshot.

Don’t you think
it’s just a bit odd

that everything happened
just like in your book?

My therapist told me
to write that.

It’s to kind of... to help me
work out my problems.

What, fantasies about k*lling
your father... that’s therapy?

Dad always said that I didn’t
know how to do anything right.

Guess I proved him right again.

You sound like every guy
I've ever known.

We all thought our pops
were too tough on us.

You don’t get it, man.

He taught me to hunt,
he taught me to fish.

I played every sport
you could think up

but he was always on my case.

And if ever I tried
to talk back to him

he’d knock me on my butt.

I could never
bring myself
to fight back.

Even after I was
bigger than he was

I never stuck up
for myself.

I guess I kind of
just basically...

Disgust myself.

This all sounds
a little self-serving.

You want me
to tell you

that I hated my father?

All right, I hated him.

But there’s a lot of people
that I can’t stomach.

That doesn’t mean
I go around blowing them away.

We’re not talking about
other people, Ron.

We’re talking about
your parents.

George:
His journal reads
like a Stephen King novel.

Pretty brutal stuff.

I never realized
the hatred

a son could have
for a father.

So do we file?

His alibis are blown.

Even his girlfriend said

she was only with him
part of the night.

Rita:
Plus, a $ million
inheritance

is a lot of motive.

Not enough for an indictment.

I read the status report
you filed.

It mentioned
missing jewelry.

Could this be just a robbery
that went wrong?

Cory says his mother
was wearing

a diamond bracelet
and ring.

If so, it’s missing,
but we’re not going
to know for sure

until the insurance company
completes its audit.

If it was a robbery,
why would they

just take
a couple of pieces?

You’ve been
in that house,
George.

You know it’s full
of fenceable stuff.

Maybe the k*ller wanted us
to think it was robbery.

Spur-of-the-moment idea,
not a very good one.

Which brings us back
to Ron and his journal.

It’s probably inadmissible...

Depending on
what judge we get.

I’m talking proof, people.

Look, Donovan,
we all know

that you’re close to the family.

We also know
that you bent over
backwards

to keep Ron
out of trouble before.

What are you talking about?

Drunk driving in ’,
as*ault and battery in ’.

Both times, charges against Ron
were either reduced or dropped.

You’re very close
to crossing the line.

Maybe you already
crossed the line.

Guys, we have all done favors
for friends before, all right?

Now, you hear this.

I resent the hell
out of what you’re
implying here.

And let me tell you
something else.

You bring me something
that’s not circumstantial

and charges will be filed.

Am I understood here?

Hudson:
The g*n’s been wiped clean.

The sh**t wore gloves.

Now, that smudged
most of the prints

already on the piece,
but we did get a partial.

Ron gershack.

Where did they find
the g*n?

A vacant lot

about a block
from the gershack house.

Well, the perp sure didn’t
go to any great lengths

to hide it, did he?

That glove business,
that doesn’t make
any sense.

Ron’s a smart kid.

He’d never do
a half-assed job.

He would have wiped
that g*n clean.

Rita:
Right-- why not
just drop it at the house?

Why would you go
through the hassle

of carrying it around

taking the chance
of someone seeing you

just to dump it
two doors down?

You guys think he was set up,
don’t you?

The journal--
it’s a gimme,
a no-brainer.

If you were going
to off your parents

would you leave
something

as incriminating
as that around?
No.

Say he was set up.

Who stands
to gain the most?

The other heir.

The maid gave Cory
an airtight alibi.

Maybe she had
good reason to.

Is, uh... is something wrong?

No, nothing.

Why do you ask?

I don’t know.

You just, you didn’t seem
as into it as you usually do.

Oh, baby,
it’s not your fault.

It’s just...
I don’t know.

I feel strange.

I mean, I know your parents
wouldn’t approve of this.

Well, my parents
wouldn’t approve of it

if they were alive, either.

I know, but now...

We ought to respect
their wishes.

Well, what if we got married?

Would that be
respectable enough?

Baby, I am older than you.

You don’t want
to marry an old woman.

Are you kidding me?

I would marry you
in a second.

Oh...

I would like that

but think how that
would look.

I don’t care
how that would look.

I know,
but the police will care.

Baby, I think
you have to tell them

about your brother

about sh**ting
your father.

Mia, I can’t tell them that.

They’ll think
that he k*lled them.

Are you so sure that he didn’t?

Thank you.

Hey.

You look like you just
lost your best friend

or a big case.

Feel like company?

Sure. Sit.

So what’s on your mind,
the gershack case?

Yeah.

You know, there’s a picture
of them I’ll always remember.

It must have been years ago.

We were at the club pool.

Sonny and my wife and I.

Over at the deep end

Andre was teaching Ron
how to dive.

Kid couldn’t have been
more than five years old.

Ron dove off.

Pretty good dive
for a five-year-old.

Andre caught him

told him how proud he was.

Then he carried him back
to the shallow end

where Cory was playing
by himself

and Andre walked over to Irena

Ron in one arm, Cory
hanging on to the other

and the look
between Ron and Andre--

god, it was perfect.

Unmitigated love.

Father to son,
and son to father.

I saw that look
and I thought to myself

I'm missing out on something.

I think that was the moment

my wife and I decided
to have kids.

That’s a really nice story.

Or a horror story.

I mean, where did it
go wrong, huh?

I’ve had that same look
with my own kid.

How do we avoid ending up
like Ron and Andre?

It scares the hell
out of me as a father.

You know, I have this aunt

that used to say
there’s only two things

that you need to know
about raising kids:

You need to love them

and let them know
that they’re being loved.

The rest is up to god.

Chris:
Thank you.

Is that a smile
on your face

or just your taco lunch?

Oh, this is
definitely
a smile.

I just got off the horn
with burglary

and they got an F.Y.I.
Out of Miami

about a team that goes in and
rips off high-end houses.

Now, get this.

The maid goes in first,
scopes out the layout, right--

traffic, alarm codes, dogs--

then she invites the rest of
them in to clean the place out.

Really?

So they give you a description
on this maid?

And the description fits
one Mia Cortez.

Uses a different
name each time.

So that could explain the blanks
in her job history.

It’s a possibility.

But see, there’s one thing
that doesn’t fit the pattern.

In all the other cases,
the families were away.

There was no confrontation,
no v*olence.

And the Gershacks were m*rder*d
in cold blood, but still...

Uh-- one more tidbit
from burglary.

They think they found
Mrs. Gershack’s jewelry.

Pawn shop on Broadmoor.

Hi, Ron.

What are you doing here?

What does it look like?

Well, it doesn’t look like
dusting or vacuuming

or laundry.

Ron, don’t be that way.

Mia, things are

kind of upside-down
right now

but it’s not a vacation.

You’re still
the maid.

You’re not a guest.

Yeah, I know I'm just a servant,
but I live here, too

and your mama used to let me
use this pool

any time I wanted to
on my breaks.

I’m not believing this.

You ask Cory.
He’s the one who lives here.

You get your lazy butt
off that chaise

and you do

what you’re
paid to do.

Ron, I don’t want
to fight with you.

I can be a good friend
to you, too.

Just a few minutes more.

I want to work
on my tan line.

Move it. Now.

You can’t order me around.

I work for your brother.

Oh, yeah.

And I saw what a job
you did on him.

Oh, come on, guys,
give me a break.

What kind of business
do you think I run?

We know what kind
of business you run.

That’s why
we’re here.

Now, where’s
the merchandise?

Nice, huh?

Yeah, very nice.

You said a man brought these
in to you?

Yeah, he told me
his grandma died.

Did you get
a name?

Right, like I make friends
with these people.

How about a description?

Hmm, lean, early s.

Huh, does this look like him?

Nah.

This one?

Not even close.

This guy was mean.

Had tattoos up and down
his arms.

( Woman laughing )

Did you get rid
of the shotgun?

Yeah, why wouldn’t I?

Because I know you, packer.

You’re greedy.
You don’t think.

You might try and make
a little extra by selling it.

I ain’t that stupid.

Good, ’cause that would
blow everything.

We’re going for the big bucks
this time.

I don’t want anything
to screw it up.

Well, I'm getting
a little tired

of waiting
for that to happen.

You keep saying you got
that little pissant

wrapped around
your fingers.

So when’s the wedding?

Get in touch, packer.

These things take time.

I just want you to remember
who’s running the show.

I know who’s
running the show.

Hey, you wouldn’t
ever think

about cutting out on me,
would you?

Baby, how could I spend
all that money myself?

You know what dad said
to me when I won this?

Second place in the whole state.

"Maybe next year
you can

come in first place."

Not "way to go"

or "i’m proud of you, son."

"Maybe next year
you can cut it."

At least he was
in the stands

watching you.

He never was for me.

Count yourself lucky.

You never had to put up
with half the flak I did.

Ron, maybe if you didn’t fight
him so hard on everything...

Well, what was I
supposed to do?

Run to mom, like you?

Leave mom out of this.

Mom always was
out of it.

You and her did a great job
watching from the sidelines.

Oh, yeah, that’s it-- poor Ron,
nobody ever stood up for him.

You haven’t got a clue,
little brother.

Well, then, why don’t you
give me a clue?

You’re always bitching
and moaning--

dad chewed you out,
I ran to mom

mom never stood up for you.

Wasn’t anything
ever your fault?

I thought
it was all my fault.

I wasn’t good enough.

You know that winter semester
I skipped at school last year?

I didn’t just drop out.

I cracked up, totally.

I still see a shrink
once a week.

I didn’t know that.

I just couldn’t take it
anymore.

He still didn’t deserve
to die like that--

neither of them.

You think I k*lled them?

Ron, there were only five people
who knew the alarm system.

Mom and dad are dead,
and Mia was with me.

Cory, man,
that little bitch

has really turned you
inside out.

Watch your mouth.

Don’t you see it?

You never even had
a girlfriend before her.

What?

Oh, come on, Cory,
don’t give me that.

You practically drool

every time that
little twist is around.

I’ve seen
the touchy-feely you do.

That’s crazy, man.

No, you’re crazy,
little brother.

You better start
asking yourself
some hard questions

like what does she
see in you?

This, man.

This is what
she sees.

That little gold-digging
whore wants half of it.

I said watch your mouth!

Oh, man, you better
open your eyes.

Shut up!

Cory! Don’t you get it?

Just...

Just don’t talk to me,
Ron, all right?

Just don’t.

You know, I just
don’t get it, though.

How could anybody
do something like that

to their parents?

Not a normal family.

Screwed-up kids come from
screwed-up parents.

Still, you know,
you bring someone
into the world

you feed them,
clothe them

you send them
to the best schools...

You’re forgetting
the "I" word.

You don’t think
they loved their sons?

I don’t know.

I mean, that’s
different
for everybody.

But I do know,
for guys

that there’s this
competition thing
with your pop.

You either want to
be just like him

or you want to be
totally opposite.

And you said you slept
through psychology class.

Observation-- what bumps for me
is the mother.

It’s the oedipal thing.

The son is supposed
to want to sleep with the mom

he’s not supposed to want
to k*ll her.

You did stay awake.
I’m impressed.

Only for the sex parts.

You know,
everybody admits

that the sons
hated their father--
especially Ron, right?

But what’s the motive
for k*lling the mother?

Wait, wait, whoa--
it’s got to be cash.

So our maid
with the checkered past.

You got it.

She’s got her hooks
so deep into that kid

he doesn’t know
up from down.

Well, I think he’s got more
than his hooks into her.

I think they’re in
this whole thing together.

That could be.

You know what?

We don’t have
anything solid.

What do you say
we go and shake the tree

see what falls out?

"Shake the tree"?

Yeah, I guess
we used to be close

when we were little,
but, um...

Ron’s always seemed
to have this...
You know, attitude.

Must be disappointing
when you need a big brother

and he’s not there for you.

Tell me about it.

All he ever wanted

was somebody he could
pass the abuse to

after it came down on him.

He gets all the attention
and you get none.

Is that why you set him up?

I did not k*ll my parents.

No? Well, what about
your girlfriend?

How well do you
really know her?

I know she’s the only person
in my life

who’s ever really
cared about me.

You didn’t answer my question.

This may be hard

for you to understand, okay?

I love her and she loves me and
we’re getting out of this place.

Just take the money
and run, huh?

This? I don’t care about this.

I never did.

Somehow, I almost believe you,
Cory.

But what about Mia?

Mia:
I already told you

everything I know.

Oh, I don’t think so.

I don’t think so.

You know what
I do think?

I think that you and Cory
are in on this together.

I think you plan on
splitting the inheritance.

Oh, you’re crazy.

We know where you fenced
the jewelry, Mia.

What jewelry?

Oh, we know.

We know.

It’s just a matter of time.

I’ll be in touch.

I got her.

You idiot.

You took jewelry?

What the hell
were you thinking about?!

No, I didn’t.

Don’t lie to me.

Even the cops know
where you fenced it.

Dang.

We talked about this.

You go in, you do
the job, you get out

and you don’t take nothing!

You couldn’t wait, could you?

Always going for
those quick bucks!

Hey, we should
get out of here.

All my planning and you blow it
for what, a couple of hundred?

Look, I'm telling you,
we should split.

We still got the alarm codes.

We hit the house
one more time

get what we can
and get out.

No. We sit tight.

And wait for them
to bust us?

Look, they don’t
have it all yet.

They think
it was Cory and me.

There might be
a way.

I’ll send you
a postcard.

You run like a...

Hey, I don’t need your lip!

Don’t you
ever hit me.

Hit?

Oh, I’ll show you hit.

No, no.

You better remember
who’s in charge here.

You bastard.

Rita:
She’s been inside
about half an hour.

Nothing yet.

Chris:
Too bad we can’t hear
what’s going on.

Now we’re going to
do what I said.

Going back over there...

Grab what I can

and we’re going to haul tail
out of here.

Yeah.

Don’t you ever talk back
to me again.

Ever!

You don’t mind if I borrow
your car, now, do you, babe?

Rita:
Well...

Elvis has left the building.

Gotcha.

Hudson:
There’s a pretty face.

Rita:
Right, that only a mother
could love.

I think he might be
the exception.

Chris:
Ooh, I like the tattoos.

You ought to get one
of those on your butt.

Yeah, right,
in your dreams.

So, where are we?

Ray packer, age .

Right-- he did
hard time twice.

Once for a B&E

and once for as*ault
with a deadly w*apon.

Also the pawn shop owner
I.D.’d him as the guy

that came in
with the gershack jewelry.

And it gets better.

I talked to
his parole officer.

The guy’s been out of
the slammer for six months.

All of his
addresses coincide

with the mansion
rip-offs.

Bring him in.

Hold your fire!

Look what I found.

Oh, thank god
you’re here.

You’re so happy to see us, Mia

why did you try to run
out the back door?

I thought it was packer
coming back to k*ll me.

No, no, I... I swear it.

I... I mean, he’s crazy.

Look what he did to me.

Where is he?

I don’t know.

That’s a shame--
we were hoping you’d cooperate.

Want to do the honors?

Absolutely.

Mia Cortez, you are under arrest
for the m*rder

of Andre and Irena gershack.

You’re that damn kid,
ain’t you?

Please, just take what you want.

You and me got something
in common, boy.

That hot little tamale
you’ve been sleeping with.

Look... look, you better
get out of here.

You trying to tell me
what to do, boy?

Why, I wouldn’t like that.

No, please, just take
whatever you want.

Why, you rich little wimp.

You are telling me
what to do.

Mia told me
all about you.

How you hardly had none
before she showed up.

I’ll bet she taught you
a few things.

Hell, she even taught
me some stuff!

Oh, never been stuck
with one of these?

Hell, happens all the time
in the joint.

You could just
be diddly-bopping

down the row...

Yeah, a lot of stuff happens
in the joint.

Yeah.

I’ll bet you never had
four guys pin your arms...

Hold you down...

What do you think
they’d be doing that for?

( Evil laugh )

You know, when I'm done

I just may
have to teach you

a little bit
about prison life.

Educate you.

Oh, god, please,
no, all right?

Don’t... just take
whatever you want.

I won’t call the police,
I promise.

No. You don’t want to hurry
things up, now, do you, boy?

No.

Ah, yeah.

( Giggles maniacally )

Look, this was not my idea.

It was all packer’s idea.

I want to make a deal.

What kind of deal
you want to make?

Immunity.

Yeah, right,
not in this life.

I can give you packer.

We got packer.

We just need
to find out
where he is.

If you can give us that,
then we’ll talk to the judge.

I told you, I don’t know
where he is.

I guess we won’t be talking
to your honor, then.

No, it’s pretty sad.

You’re taking the whole rap
to yourself, double homicide.

If you ever
do get out, Mia

you’ll be
a very old lady.

Probably won’t even get
probation till senility sets in.

What do
you think?

Where is he, Mia?

He went to clean out
the gershack house

before we split town.

Take her downtown.

You got to tell
the judge!
You got to!

I don’t get it.

All this, wasted...

On you two chumps.

All I ever got from my old man
was a kick in the butt.

Goes to show you, though.

All this money
can’t buy you brains.

That broad used you
like a dirty rag.

Packer:
Big bad wolf
coming to get you.

Come on!

Now!

( g*n clicks )

You know your problem, boy?

You ain’t had enough pain
in your sorry life.

But I'm going to help you
with that.

Drop it!

He means it, packer.

Drop it.

Chris:
I’ll call
for an ambulance.

How’s the shoulder?

It’s okay.

You know, Mia and packer,

they’ve been
talking up a storm.

They’re probably going
to hang themselves.

Yeah.

I know this isn’t going to
bring your parents back but...

( Sighs )

Yeah.

You’re up to bat.

You and Ron talking
to each other?

Uh, he’s still living
in his apartment.

He’s dropped out
of school again, though.

But you are talking,
that’s good.

I heard that
from his lawyer.

He hired a lawyer
to look after things.

( Plays two notes )

Uh, I guess...

I guess we’re going to
have to sell the house.

It’s a little more
than I need.

You should call him, Cory.

No, I...

Yeah, I... I don’t think so, no.

You’ve got to try and get past
what’s keeping you two apart.

You and Ron are family.

You still
have each other.

I just don’t... I don’t
see any reason to, you know?

So you won’t be so all alone.

You both have been
through a tragedy.

Somehow, you’ve got to try

and find the strength
to face this.

You may never
understand it

but you got to try
and accept it.

Uh, I appreciate you coming by.

I know what it’s like
to lose someone...

And, um...
If there’s anything I can do

or if you ever need
to talk to someone

please call me, okay?

Okay.

Promise me something,
though, all right?

That you’ll at least go see Ron
or try to call?

Yeah.

You know, maybe after a while.

Good.

Okay.

Don’t wait too long, all right?

Okay.