Move it! Let's go! Let's go!
- He's got a gun! - Agh!
Blake!
- See you tomorrow. - Bye.
Still working on your senior project?
Heck, yeah! Like, this thing rocks!
I just installed a new O.S.
So now this puppy has more processing power
- than a brand-new computer. - Remember that you can't take
a computer as your date to the prom.
Yeah. Like I'd go to the prom!
Yes!
All right. All set.
- Hey! Can you do me a favour? - What's up?
I haven't heard back from DePew University yet,
and... I want to see if I got accepted.
So, what?
You want me to hack into a major university
to see if you got in on time? Ha! Ha! Ha!
Just a peek.
OK, fine.
I'll do it from home. Just meet there in a half hour, OK?
Well, for such a big school...
you'd think they'd have better firewalls.
Ahh, Blake...
- You're in. - What?
- What? I got in! - Shh! Grandma.
You can transfer in later, when your grandma recovers.
- Your grades are perfect. - I know.
We have to go out tonight. I know of a party downtown.
It's a school night.
It's college people. There's a party every night.
Yeah, but I got to get up early.
Tons of college guys from Central U...
Yeah, and tons of booze, and drugs, and cops...
Blake, sit down. We're on probation, remember?
We gotta be good.
No way.
Stop with the puppy dog eyes. OK, I'll go!
- But we leave when I wanna leave. - Yep.
Promise?
As soon as I say let's go, we're leaving.
- Mm-hmm. - OK.
- Congrats. - Thanks.
- Here she is. - Let's go, then.
- Hey... - Officer.
This is private property here.
We don't allow skateboarding.
Did he do any damage, or was it just trespassing?
- Trespassing. - Skateboarding is not a crime.
Thanks. I'll take it from here.
- All right. - I was just trying to get home faster.
Enough. You're grounded for a week. No skateboarding.
You didn't listen to my side of the story, but... whatever.
Wow! Look at you!
You're a rock star!
Oh, Holly...
Don't forget to take your nine-o'clock pills, OK?
I won't.
I refilled all your dispensers and even set the alarm.
You've grown into such a strong, smart woman.
Your parents would have been really proud.
I won't be too late.
Oh! And... call me for whatever reason.
Large... or small...
- Go! - Medium... teeny-weeny...
Dance the night away.
So, where did you tell her we were going?
The library, of course. For some dorky youth group thing.
Yeah, that outfit screams "youth group"!
I changed in the car!
Hey, hey, and promise me
that you're gonna take it easy tonight.
Don't tell me there's free Wi-Fi in here.
Uh, there is, believe it or not.
The factory next door.
- But it's password-protected. - Hm.
OK, try this: "MillerEmployeeGeneral".
I'm in!
So... you're a hacker.
No. I'm Holly.
I'm Dan. Uh, I'm empty.
Do you want something?
Yeah, something without booze in it.
- Water's fine. - OK. I'll be right back.
- Holly! - Be careful.
So... what's your major?
Uhhh, I'm not sure yet.
How come?
Because I'm actually not in college.
Oh! Uh, sorry. I just assumed.
Why? What's your major?
Business. Uh...
It's a family thing.
I can't help but notice you don't have a drink.
Can I buy you one?
OK.
Thanks.
- You look amazing. - Thanks.
I bet you've been hearing that all night long.
Or are these kids too afraid to say anything?
I'm not afraid.
Am I boring you already?
No, no, I'm just looking for my friend.
She's around here somewhere.
Probably up to no good...
Oh, yeah?
- I met an awesomely cute guy. - Who?
Just a guy.
OK, but we made a deal, remember?
We're outta here at midnight,
no matter how much fun we're having. You got it, Cinderella?
OK, Mom!
I'm serious, Blake! Your parents hate me enough
already as it is. Can you imagine how pissed they'd be
if you spent the night with some drunk college guy?
Oh... he's a college guy, all right!
But he's not a student.
Shut up!
All I know is: he's really hot!
Wooo!
Hey...
Do you know how late it is? You got to turn that thing off.
Come on. Your dad let you get away with this?
Are you gonna tell him about the whole skateboarding thing? He'll freak.
Well, I kinda have to. You're with him this weekend.
So? I'll just say I forgot my board here.
- He doesn't even have to know. - You know I can't do that.
Lights out.
Wooo!
I thought you said you hadn't played it since you were a kid.
I guess I forgot how much I love to kick things.
This is a good place to have a drink. After you.
Ha! Tie game.
I eased up on you. I felt bad.
You mean, you were faking it?
You'll never know.
A nightcap. You can't say no.
That gave me a second wind.
OK, that's it. I give up.
You win. Besides, I'm less
of a soccer guy and more of a surfer.
Hm! You must love the weather here.
I don't... feel good.
You're gonna be fine. I promise.
No, I shouldn't have had any more.
Can... can you call my friend?
No.
Hey...
She's not answering. I gotta go find her.
OK. Uh...
- Good game. - Good game.
I'll find you online when my ego's recovered.
Holly Hamilton. Wellington High.
Hey?
Hey! You OK? Hey! Hey!
No, you stupid bitch! Wake up!
Why am I always the babysitter?
Blake!
Wa-wake up!
Wake up! Wake up!
Blake!
Blake. Blake, get up!
Blake! Can you hear me?
Oh, my god! You're not breathing! Blake, wake up! Blake!
Wake up!
Shut up!
- No! - Shut up!
Get off of me, you bastard!
Blake! Help! Somebody call 9-1-1!
My friend is dying! Blake!
- Come on! - It's in here.
Don't go! Blake, please! Blake! God...
Hey, Angela. It's Cam.
Uh, I know it's late, but can you come watch Brent?
I just got called in to work. Awesome. Thank you so much.
Take over, will you?
- Hey, Cam. - Hey.
- Welcome to the party. - Yeah, woo-hoo.
We're holding the other kid over there,
but she's drugged out, not really talking.
All right. Let's go look.
Need you over at the cup.
Get it from the other angle too.
Can you give me a minute? Thanks.
Hey there.
I'm Detective Langford. What's your name?
Holly.
You want to tell me what happened, Holly?
Hey, come on. Stay with me.
I don't know.
I came upstairs...
saw my friend unconscious...
and that's when the man attacked me.
You were assaulted?
Holly Hamilton.
- 65 Olivia. - What else do we have in there?
Holly, what's this?
Holly?
That's not mine.
Your friend's?
No. He must have put it in there.
- Who put it in there? - The man who attacked me.
OK. Give us a sec.
The kid's eyes are as wide as saucers.
Friend's ODed, and she's holding.
We can't continue questioning her without a guardian present.
The judge will throw it out of court in a minute.
- Good point. - You should get that tested.
So, Holly, that I.D. says you're 17.
Where can we get a hold of your parents?
My parents are dead.
I'm sorry to hear that.
So how about, uh, your guardian? Hm?
- Whoever looks after you? - My grandma.
OK, well, I'm gonna send someone over to pick her up.
Why?
You're gonna have to come down to the station for questioning.
You don't understand.
- I don't do drugs. - OK. Well...
we're gonna take you to the hospital,
get you checked out, make sure you're OK.
And when you're safe...
you'll come back to the station, and...
you can tell me everything that happened. All right?
Thanks. Yeah.
That was the hospital.
Blake Brooks is DOA.
Hey, Tony, what're you doing here?
Your OD victim, Blake Brooks, daughter of Corbin Brooks.
He donates to every charity in town
including the mayor's campaign.
- Right. - Can I talk to you for a sec?
Yeah.
- Tell me you're on top of this. - Yeah. We're holding a witness.
It's a friend of Brooks named Holly Hamilton.
Both girls are on probation for a drug possession rap from last year.
- So they're a couple of druggies? - Uh, I don't know...
You know, during the arrest last year,
Hamilton denied everything, and then she changes her mind
and says that she snatched the drugs from her sick grandma.
Well, Brookses are the kind of people
that can make our jobs very difficult.
Get a rush job on the blood work for both kids.
Yeah. I'm on it. And, uh, by the way, Brent's been grounded from skateboarding.
Why? What'd he do?
A security guard caught him on private property.
That's why I keep telling you, you can't leave this kid alone.
You know what? He's a kid, he's gonna make mistakes,
but you gotta give him the benefit of the doubt.
Well, that view blew up in your face once, remember?
Oh, here we go... you're just gonna keep bringing up Marcus Alva, aren't you?
I think it's a valid point, don't you? You cut him slack, just like you do for Brent.
Right.
- OK, can I go do my job now? - Yeah. Please, do.
She's back from the hospital already.
Yep. They said she's fine.
Langford.
Grandma's in no way a suitable guardian.
She just had a kidney transplant.
- Pills are everywhere. - Then, I guess I'm gonna have
to get a guardian for the girl, and I'll call Social Services
and have them go check on Grandma.
Seems to me the kid is the guardian of the old lady.
All right. Thanks, West.
Hey, Holly.
Hey...
How's my grandma?
She's OK.
But I think you and I both know she's in no condition to be your guardian right now.
Is there anyone else that can take care of her?
No.
Then, they're probably gonna have to move her in the morning.
To where?
A state-run nursing home.
Uh, probably Happy Meadow.
It's the best place for her to be right now till this blows over.
So here's what's gonna happen.
You're gonna have to spend the night at juvenile hall.
OK?
Just try and get some sleep tonight.
- Langford. - Got the prelim toxicology
reports for Blake and Holly.
Both kids had the prescription medication
Centanyl in their systems. But Brooks had twice
the amount as Hamilton,
and she had a blood alcohol content of .12.
God, so she was hammered.
Listen to this: Brooks was also on an MAOI
inhibitor for depression. It causes a dangerous
drug interaction with Centanyl. It's worse than alcohol.
Right. So drug-wise, it was the perfect storm.
For Blake. Unfortunately, it seems Centanyl
is another strong pain med that's catching on as a recreational drug.
And Holly was definitely under the influence too?
- No doubt. - Right. Thanks.
So it looks like grandma paid no premiums,
but had great health coverage.
Prescriptions from legitimate doctors, but...
Well, if Holly got all these online, this is some weapons-grade hacking.
Do you think we have enough for intent to sell?
- Is that a trick question? - Detective?
Make sure you bag and tag all the pharmaceuticals in this room.
Yep.
Yeah, you're right, that'd be really great. Thank you. Hey...
- Hey. - What were the captain
and Cameron talking about last night
- with that "Marcus Alva"? - Oh, Marcus, yeah.
Um... well, a couple of years ago,
Cameron took an interest in this kid after he was sent to foster care.
You know, he had drug problems.
He had really fallen through the cracks of the system.
One day, she finds him loitering in front of a house.
Instead of bringing him in, she lets him go with a warning.
Now, 24 hours later, kid gets caught breaking
into a nice house by the owner.
So what happened? He did time?
Owner shot him.
Cameron thinks, had she arrested him for loitering...
the kid would be alive today.
Wow.
So, how long have you been taking Grandma's drugs?
Really, Detective? Can we avoid the accusatory quips?
Can I speak for myself, please?
They weren't her drugs.
They came from the man who started cramming them down my throat.
How old was he? What did he look like?
Um...
I don't know. He was...
bigger and stronger than me, and he had this...
this strong cologne that was...
So, how come the kids who called 9-1-1 didn't see him?
Detective, let's focus on what Holly saw,
not speculate on what other people saw.
Well, just ask the guy, Dan. He was with me for over an hour.
All right. Dan who?
Dan, uh...
Dan... you know,
he's, he was a business major at, uh...
Holly. Look, you have a record.
OK, you've got to do better than this.
My boss is breathing down my neck here.
All right, take it back.
The man who attacked you... crammed the drugs in your mouth.
Then what happened?
And then I felt his hands all over me.
I even thought he was gonna rape me.
And that must have been where he went into my purse,
planted the vial.
Did you fingerprint it?
Holly, the results were inconclusive.
- Well, then, how can you say that it's mine? - 'Cause it was in your purse!
- Come on, Holly. - West.
Look. The DA calls that possession, and the courts agree.
OK, think, Holly.
Can you remember anything else about the man who attacked you?
- He had these long nails. Mm-hmm. - Long nails?
His hands were just...
all over my body, and I could just feel
his nails digging into my face, and that's when he took
the powder, and he started pouring it into my mouth, and...
OK. let me get this straight.
- Our mystery man had long nails? - Mm-hmm.
- He wore cologne... - Yes.
And a vial of drugs that he put in your purse?
- Yeah... - What else you're making up?
Keep it up, Detective, I will file a complaint.
Cameron, can I talk to you for a minute?
Yeah.
I'll be right back.
Mrs. Brooks, I know this is very difficult,
but I need you to remember everything you can, OK?
What time did you last see your daughter?
She left the house at around 7pm.
Did she say
where she was going?
To a youth group event down at the library.
Did you have any reason to believe
that she was lying about where she was headed?
I'm sure Holly told Blake
to lie, so they could go to that party.
Would you say that they were...
best friends?
I don't know about best friends, but I do know Holly
is always around when Blake did something wrong.
And by that, you're referring to the incident last year when the girls were arrested?
Holly got Blake hooked on drugs.
She stole the drugs from her sick grandmother.
You know for a fact that Holly was a drug user?
Well, I just assumed.
Right. It's just that, um...
last year when they were arrested, uh...
only Blake tested positive.
Holly admitted in court to stealing the drugs
from her grandmother, and my daughter had been suffering
from depression ever since!
Do you know if, uh, if Blake had a boyfriend or if she was seeing anyone?
Not that I know of.
You don't think that... there wouldn't have been anyone else
that she was expecting to see at the party that night?
What I know, Detective,
is that Holly Hamilton took my daughter to that party.
She gave her drugs that she got from her home!
And my daughter didn't come back.
Sorry, I know this must be very difficult.
We'll just give you a few minutes, Mrs. Brooks.
Thank you for coming in...
Cameron?
So, Holly Hamilton is a con artist,
a drug dealer, and there's a dead body too.
I want her ass off the streets, and I want manslaughter.
Hold on. We can get her on possession
and insurance fraud, but I can't prove that Holly
was responsible for Blake's death yet.
Here we go again, huh, Detective Softie?
Mrs. Brooks, are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine. - Let me see you out.
- Mrs. Brooks, I am so sorry. - You shouldn't have
dragged her to that party in the first place.
I didn't drag her. She really, really wanted to go.
Look, you could have said no. You two were on probation,
but you knew that and you didn't care!
- I do care, Mrs. Brooks. - Look. All I know is
that my daughter is dead!
And who's responsible! You tell me.
What do you want, Detective?
I need to know the truth, Holly, about everything.
All right? How you're conning the insurance companies,
about the drugs, about what really happened to Blake last night?
We were not using drugs that night!
That man attacked her! The exact same man who attacked me!
Blake Brooks was murdered.
Detective, I'm going to advise Holly to take the 5th,
and not say anything more.
Well, if I were you, I'd advise her to cooperate.
That is, if she wants to see Grandma sooner rather than later.
Up yours, bitch! I'm not gonna cooperate if you don't want to listen!
- Let go of me. - Officer. Holly, come on.
- Don't touch me! - Please, Holly.
OK, that's enough.
It's over.
Book her.
Just have a seat right there.
Look, Holly, I get why you're angry.
I don't know what I would've done if my best friend had died like that.
Yeah, you seem pretty sympathetic and understanding.
Sorry.
- Hey, Brent, what's up? - Mom, I dropped my cell phone in the toilet.
I'm sorry. How exactly did you manage to drop
your brand-new cell phone in the toilet?
- What should I do? - I don't know.
Don't flush?
Gimme the phone.
Hold on.
- Get it out of the toilet. - I have to put my hand in the toilet?
- Who is this? - Are you listening to me?
Open the back, take out the battery and the SIM card,
vacuum the body, and stick it in a bag of rice.
- You got all that? - I think so.
Problem solved.
Uh, I'll talk to you later, all right, Brent?
Wait, where's the rice?
Figure it out.
- Thanks for that. - Sure.
If you confess...
it'll go a long way to reducing your sentence.
All right.
Have it your way.
Something to think about, anyway, tonight at juvie.
Thanks.
This isn't right...
What's with mixing the adults and the minors?
That's a lawsuit waiting to happen.
- What else? Budget cuts. - Pfft.
Hey, punkie. I'm talking to ya.
- What did they get you for? - Nothing.
Me neither, man.
I didn't do nothing.
What did you do?
Borrow Daddy's car without permission?
Did you bitch-slap your boyfriend?
- What the hell? - Back up!
- Stop the truck! - Call it in, now!
- Get out! - Right on time.
- Get out of the truck! Now! - Van 47 to Base!
- 51-21 in progress! - Get out! Hurry up! Get out!
- Unlock the door! Now! - Don't shoot!
Hurry up! Let's go! Move!
Move! Move! Faster!
Unlock the door! Hurry up! Hurry up!
Come on! Let's go! Let's go!
- Hey! - All right.
Come on. Take these things off me.
- Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! - Let's go. Come on. You too.
- Let's move! - Come on! Get out!
I have nothing to do with this! Can you hear me? I have nothing to do with this!
- Shut... up! - This has nothing to do with me!
- Let go of me! - Listen.
Listen! The more of us that run,
the harder we are to catch. You got it?
- Got it. - He's got a gun!
Ah!
Run, bitch! He'll shoot you too!
Come on! Let's go!
We got a 51-21. Corrections van, just now.
- All of them? - Yes.
- Even Hamilton? How? - Yeah.
They had outside help, and they shot the driver.
Oh.
What is going on?
What the hell is going on?
Oh.
Ah.
Backup is on its way,
Yep. Thanks.
That's weird.
- Going to the game tonight? - For sure.
You know me, Blake.
I'm not gonna stop until I find this bastard.
Hey, Billy, why won't you wait up?
We go to Tom Berry at Philadelphia police headquarters
with breaking news.
While one escapee was caught this afternoon,
two of the fugitives from yesterday's daring escape
remain at large and should be considered
armed and dangerous. If you have any information
regarding the whereabouts of these fugitives,
please contact the Philadelphia police immediately.
I'm Tom Berry. Now, back to you, Bob.
Ah... That was a rough one.
Oh, yeah...
- Are you gonna stay and close up? - Yeah, I'll do that for you just...
All right. Ah...
- thanks, sweetie. - Ha! Ha! Ha! I know.
Found you, Dan.
They caught the detainee who was being transported
with Holly. A biker type named Renee.
- Nothing on Holly? - Nothing on Holly.
Hey... Sorry.
You can't sleep here.
You fell asleep.
Look, you seem innocent enough,
but we get cops in here late at night.
It doesn't look good.
- You finished? - Yep.
Just give me a second, I'll run up the bill.
Thanks.
Do you want dessert?
- No, I'm stuffed. - OK.
Oh... when I get home, I'm so tired,
he has to cook.
Is that right? Send him over to my place.
Next time, use the crosswalk!
Hey, Dan.
Holly?
How... how, how did you get...?
I need your help.
What are you working on?
I'm just going over the transcript from Holly's first Q&A.
Have you had any luck finding this mysterious "Dan"
- she keeps mentioning? - No. No, I haven't.
- Hm. Well, keep on it. - Where are you going?
I am gonna go talk to Grandma.
Well... good luck.
Yeah.
"Having a great time in Belize. Wish you were here.
Love, Holly." Hm!
Do you have any idea where she actually is, Mrs. Hamilton?
I wouldn't tell you even if I knew.
What I do know is she is out there alone,
being hunted by you people unfairly,
because there is no way Holly killed her friend.
It's my job...
to investigate and collect evidence,
- but I'm not judge and jury here. - Then collect the evidence!
Thinking that Holly would even use drugs is absurd!
If it's so absurd,
then why did she plead guilty to a drug charge last year?
That made me so mad!
She was protecting Blake!
It was Blake who took my drugs!
I don't understand.
Blake was stealing my painkillers when she came over to the house.
Holly protected her and confessed because Blake
- Was afraid of her parents. - And why would Holly do that?
Both her parents died.
She has no brothers and sisters. Blake is like family to her.
Holly will do anything to protect the people
that she loves.
Even break the law?
Is there no one in your life
for whom you would break the rules?
Look, I'm sorry, I did pretty well...
So... a teacher who goes to college parties?
I know. I got to go through pictures of the whole faculty.
- I thought you said you didn't see his face. - True, but I know Blake's type.
He must've been really good looking and not too old.
- That means hundreds of teachers. - Gotta start somewhere.
I don't know if you remember this,
but about a year ago the court appointed you, uh, to defend a teenager,
Holly Hamilton, on a narcotics possession charge.
- Yeah... I remember. - Yeah, well, I was speaking
to the girl's grandmother, and she said that the girl
pled guilty even though she was innocent of the charges.
Apparently, the friend, Blake Brooks, was so afraid
of her parents that she pled guilty to protect her.
That's true, she said she gave Blake
the drugs, but no, she didn't.
How do you know that?
I defend guilty people all day long,
so I'm a pretty good judge of character.
Holly was clean. She took a rap.
I thought you said you were looking at pictures
- of faculty members. - Thanks.
Um, I was, but there's just way too many pictures
to weed through. I just thought I'd try something different.
So you've moved on to his nails?
Dan, look.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. See? Guitar players grow their nails out.
Oh, yeah!
- God, who knew? - Right?
So maybe that means he's a music teacher...
- who grows nails out. - Yeah.
She's a kid! Why the hell can't anybody catch her?
We will! We have unis at her house, her high school, the nursing home...
Yeah, sitting on their asses drinking coffee, while she makes fools of us all.
That's not what this is about.
Bull! Listen, you don't have the Brooks family kicking your ass every day.
Tony, you've known me since the academy.
We were married for eight years. We have a child together.
Am I or am I not a good detective?
- Just get to the point. - The point is: we're supposed
to be on the same side here,
but you keep dragging in all this personal garbage while I'm trying to do my job.
Yeah, and my job is to manage all the detectives that work under me.
All right, so then manage.
Stop picking fights with me. Stop calling me "Softie".
Stop bringing up Marcus Alva all the damn time.
Hmm.
I mean... maybe...
Let's go to music school.
Look, hold on. I mean, what if you're right?
OK. What are you gonna do if you see him?
What anyone would do:
call the cops.
Um... gimme your phone.
- But why? - Just do it.
Psst!
Was it him?
Yeah... Actually... I don't know.
You don't sound very confident.
Dan, I just saw the nails that night. I...
Call the cops. OK, it's their job
to follow up on leads. Use my cell.
No, I can't. It might be traceable.
- I gotta find another way. - What? Whoa, whoa!
- No. - Dan, you've been beyond helpful.
I'm sure you have a hundred things to do.
I'll catch up with you later.
Hey, Brent! Finish up! Dinners almost ready!
OK, Mom.
Sweet!
- Brent? - Sasha?
No, Brent. It's not Sasha, it's Holly. How's your phone?
Um, OK.
I dropped it in the toilet, and some girl help me save it.
Yeah, that was me, Einstein. Is your mom around? I need to talk to her.
- Why? Am I in trouble? - No. You're not in trouble.
Mom! Come here!
- What? - Come... here!
What's up?
That girl who saved my cell phone wants to talk to you.
What? Come on. Get out of here. Hamilton? Go. Go, go, go!
- Mom?! - Now!
Hello, Detective Langford.
You contacted my son? How did you get his information?
- Just please listen. - No, you listen.
Don't you dare drag my family into this.
Don't forget. You dragged my grandmother into this, remember?
Now, I got a suspect for you, somebody you should check out.
His name is Billy Johnson, and he's a guitar teacher
at Central U with long nails.
No way, Holly. You turn yourself in, and maybe we'll focus on that crime,
and we'll talk later about the fact that you escaped.
So, hang on, I gotta, like, bargain with you for you to do your job?
My job?
My job is to bring you in, Holly. Someone was shot, OK?
- You have to stop running. - I didn't run be...
I didn't run because I'm guilty. I ran because I didn't do it.
You're just making things worse for yourself.
You have to turn yourself in.
What's worse than Blake being dead?
I'm out here on my own,
hiding from you, trying to solve your case.
Now, I know you don't owe me any favors,
but I want you to listen.
Please, just... check it out.
Pfft, and don't do it for me.
Do it for the dead girl.
I'm sorry to disturb you. Thanks a lot.
So, what did he say?
Holly?
He's not your guy.
He was teaching last Wednesday. He's got about 16 alibis.
It's a nice try, though. Look, I did you a favour.
Now, I need you to do me one.
Just come over here, and we can talk this through. We can figure it out.
No way.
You can't keep running.
Hold it!
Don't move, Holly.
There you go. Nice and easy.
Nice and easy.
Hey! Step aside!
Move!
What's up with that?
- Police! Step aside! - Hey!
Out of the way!
Look out, kids.
We lost her. She's got some legs.
Well, she can't run forever.
Damn it.
- Hey, Professor Johnson? - Uh, can I help you?
I'm a freshman and I'm writing a short story
about, uh, guitar players,
so I was just wondering if I can ask you a couple of questions.
- Um, sure. Go ahead. - Uh, great!
Would, um... serious guitar players
grow out their nails rather than using a pick or...?
Yeah, flamenco and classical players often grow their nails out on one hand.
Oh! Are there any other faculty members
that, uh, that play guitar?
Uh, Loretta Miller. She's good.
- Anybody else? - Uh, nope.
But there is an economics prof who plays a mean flamenco.
Uh... Oliphant. He's a regular
at the Firelight Club. Plays a couple nights a week.
- Thanks. - Sure.
I'll be right with you.
- You really think it's him? - He had the nails.
We have to check it out.
You need to stay out of sight for now, so...
why don't you keep the bed,
and I'll just grab a sleeping bag from the closet?
You know what? I should probably get going.
I don't want to get you into any trouble.
Well, maybe I can keep you out of trouble.
Yeah, right.
What's that?
I got my calendar notifications on.
It's, um, reminding me that it's my grandmothers birthday in a couple days.
Well, maybe this will be all over by then, and you can see her.
Thanks a lot, Mr. Brightside, but I doubt it.
Actually, I could really use a few pearls of wisdom from her
right about now.
God, she's such a badass.
Ah...
so that's where you get your badass genes from.
Yeah.
OK. Thanks.
Hey, those "Dans" you wanted me to check,
there's tons of them at the university.
There's over 80 in the school of business alone. It's a needle-haystack thing.
Do any of them cross-reference with the kids at the party?
There's none of them on the interview list.
I'll just keep looking, all right?
All right. Thanks.
So, why the hell was that thing so expensive?
Well, it's a satellite phone, so it'll work anywhere,
and it's virtually untraceable.
Hm.
So... this is his place, huh?
I mean, you're sure this time?
I mean, you were wrong before.
No, I'm not sure, but I'm running out of time.
I have to do this, Dan, and I have to do it tonight.
His office hours are between five and seven,
so that's when I make my move and break in.
So, who taught you how to pick locks?
Mm, just look up lock-picking on the internet.
There's tons and tons of videos.
OK...
What if he catches you?
I guess I go to jail.
There's something I have to do.
Where's the nearest thrift store? I need a wardrobe change.
OK.
Saving the best for last...
Holly Hamilton. Where are we with this?
Don't worry, Captain, we'll catch her.
There's a time factor here, and we need to get her now.
We will. Look, she's not going anywhere.
Oh, really? And how do you know that?
Because she thinks she has a case to solve.
- She's gonna stay h... - Cameron, please, OK,
just save me from your theories and her theories, OK?
You have a case to solve.
Get it done.
Here we are. Happy Meadow.
Hey! If I'm not back in 10 minutes,
- I want you to bail, OK? - Be careful.
Yeah.
Hello!
I have a singing telegram for Mr. Herman Brown.
- Room 104, please? - Uh... down the hallway, about halfway.
Thank you.
Singing telegrams? They still do that?
Hello, hello!
Happy early birthday, GM!
- Holly? - Yeah. Shh!
- How are you feeling? - I'm fine,
but what are you wearing?
Don't laugh, I know.
It got me in here.
Oh! I see you got my flowers from Belize.
That was cheeky.
See? It's not so bad in here, right?
I wanna go home. It's not home.
I know.
And I've been thinking, you know. If I hadn't gotten
sick, Holly, none of this would have happened.
- This is all my fault. - No.
I don't want you to ever say that again, GM.
I made all these decisions myself, OK?
And I would do them all over again if I could.
You were always...
strong-willed.
But, Holly, they are going to catch you...
- eventually. - No.
I have to find that bastard who killed Blake.
Blake would not want you hurt any more than I do.
I know.
- In the basement? - Yeah.
I should get going, GM.
Happy early birthday.
When will I see you again?
I'm not sure.
But soon.
And I'm gonna take you home again. I promise.
I know that you really believe in what you're doing,
and I support you all the way.
- Be safe. - I will.
I love you.
- West. - Hey, West, it's me.
Look, I need you to call the Central University
parking office and have them run every late-model blue Jeep.
Cross-reference them with any students named Dan
and any of the kids from the party that we interviewed, OK?
- Got it. - Yeah, thanks.
Ready to rock and roll?
Let's do this.
Hey... be careful.
I'm in.
Good luck.
Nothing in the bathroom.
Anything?
Damn! Where would you hide the drugs?
Uh... if I used them to seduce girls... the bedroom?
I can't find a thing in here.
Why would a guitar have no strings?
I don't know, but hurry up.
I got it.
Really? What?
- Centanyl. - You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure. GM's been taking these things for years.
Oh, my...
This is the guy, Dan.
- I gotta go online. - Make it snappy.
I'm not gonna even ask how you're doing this.
Don't touch the keyboard and don't motion to anybody else.
- Just listen, OK? - Yeah, I listened
to you before, and you lied to me.
I didn't lie to you, I just made a mistake,
but I have the right guy now. I'm in his apartment.
Oh, and so you have even more charges against you now.
OK.
See this guitar over here?
The stringless one? You should come look
inside of it. I'm sure there's something that you'd really like to see in there.
He's coming back! The hell! What happened to his office hours?
Holly, you've got 60 seconds.
Get here now to 1682 Monaco Drive. Unit 70.
- Holly! - Don't go out the front door.
Just heard from Holly.
- Yeah. - We gotta roll.
Hey. I'm here to pick up Kiki.
No Kiki here. You got the wrong address.
Oh. Uh, she told me
1682 Monaco... unit 10?
- 70. - Oh!
Sorry. My mistake. I didn't bring my glasses.
- It's OK. - OK. Sorry again.
Holly, where are you?
- Holly! - That was close.
- Finally! - We got to get outta here.
- OK. - Go! Now! Go! Go! Go! Go!
I promise you, I'll shoot her before I have to chase her again.
Oh, that's nice. You know, I know I shouldn't
but, uh, I think I'm starting to believe her.
Oh yeah? You got a mother-daughter thing going on with her now?
You been talking to my ex too much.
Hi. I'm Detective Langford. Philly PD.
This is Detective West.
Do you mind if we ask you a few questions, Mr, uh...?
Oliphant. Spencer Oliphant.
Mr. Oliphant,
we've had reports of a prowler in the area tonight.
We were wondering if you'd seen or heard anything?
- No. - You've been here all night?
No, I went to campus for a bit. Why?
Were there any signs of forced entry? Or is anything missing from your home?
No.
Just one more thing. You wouldn't happen to have seen this girl, would you?
No, I've never seen her before.
But can I ask you a question?
- Sure. - Was she supposed
to have broken into my home or something?
No. Just following up a few leads.
I'm sorry, I got to get back to grading some papers.
Right, of course. Well, thank you for your time.
Oh!
Call us if you think of anything, uh?
Will do.
- Creepy guy. - Yeah, I guess some girls
- like that. - You see them nails?
Yes, I did. How'd we do with the prints?
As good as they get.
So what did you find out?
Oliphant's profile is mysteriously clean.
Academic pedigree. A book.
Thanks. A couple of articles.
I even hacked into every police department
in every town listed on his resume. Nothing.
So... no other victims? No complaints?
Zip.
I gotta think of something fast.
The cops are one step behind me.
Someone's cloud-dialing you?
Get out of sight, Dan.
Looks like somebody's catching on to video chatting.
Well, apparently, this is the only way to get a hold of some people.
So, what can you tell me about Oliphant?
Nothing you want to hear. He's clean.
Well, things aren't always what they seem, because I saw the drugs in his apartment.
I need probable cause to get a warrant.
So what? You're just gonna give up on Oliphant?
No, I'm not giving up. It's just the wild goose chase is over, Holly.
Somebody was there that night.
Holly...
let me bring you in.
All right? No handcuffs. No big scene.
- Just tell me where you are. - You saw Grandma's flowers.
- Belize. - Holly.
- Hey. - Hey.
So... any idea where she is?
No. I, I can't tell.
- How we're doing with those fingerprints? - I can give it another check.
You're gonna have to do better than that. Get us moved to the front of the line ASAP.
No promises, but I'll try.
She may be giving up on Oliphant, but I'm not.
Sounds like you're out of options.
Nope.
I got one more play to make.
But it's a Hail Mary.
What?
Give him what he likes most.
I'm not sure I like the sound of that.
OK, grab a pen. We're gonna make a list.
Good. No, no, thanks.
Good work. Keep me informed, will you? Yeah, thanks.
Cutting out already?
Yeah, I have to pick up Brent, remember?
At hockey... where you dropped him off earlier?
Look, I know it's a bit of a drive out to Mountain View.
If you're busy here, maybe I can get Robyn to pick him up.
No, I'm, I'm busy here, but I'd like to see my son
before he goes to bed tonight.
Can you tape this to the small of my back, please?
- Oh, yeah. - Right here.
Uh, OK.
Promise me something.
What's that?
You get the confession...
you leave... you call the cops.
That's it.
I promise.
- Hi. - Hi.
I really enjoyed that. That was amazing.
Thanks. I'm Spencer.
Tessa.
Pleasure.
So what do you do with your spare time
when you're not playing?
- Teach economics at Central. - No way!
I go to Central. I'm a theater major!
- Theater? - Mm-hmm.
But then I probably won't have you in any of my classes.
That's too bad.
But now you know where to find me.
Hey, Cam? I got a good lead on one of the blue Jeeps.
There's one registered to a Dan Dalton.
He's a sophomore and business major. Lives off of campus.
Really? That's interesting.
Would you mind checking that out?
Well, I'm missing the second half of the Eagles game,
- but they're losing anyway. - Yeah, I really appreciate it.
Now, I would go, but I've got a mom thing to attend to.
Just call me back with what you have, OK?
What other stuff do you play?
Just classical guitar... flamenco.
And Latin jazz. That's what really speaks to me.
So, to sound like that, you must have to practice like a billion hours a week, right?
It kinda makes it hard during the school week.
- Hm. - But I try to get out
to a friend's place out in Foothill Ranch.
We could go there right now for a nightcap.
I, uh... I could give you your first...
private lesson.
I, I uh... have a lot of...
school work to do. I've been slacking a lot.
I should probably, um...
There's no pressure.
Maybe some other time.
I could probably ditch the school work, though,
if you promise to play me something.
Shall we?
Langford.
Hey, Cameron. I'm at Dan Dalton's apartment.
- I'll see if our guy's home. - All right.
Dan, it worked.
Is the uplink working?
Yeah. The computer reads your phone, and it's recording clearly.
OK.
So, are you on your way to his place?
No, we're headed some place else, uh, Foothill Ranch?
Foothill Ranch? Holly, where the heck is Foothill Ranch?
Don't worry. The plan's gonna play out in the exact same way.
Just make sure you're recording the whole time.
If we get separated, we're gonna meet on, uh, Old Mill Road?
Got it.
OK. I'm gonna put the handset down now.
I won't be able to hear you anymore, but you'll be able to hear me.
- OK. - OK.
Philadelphia police. Open up.
- You're Daniel Dalton? - Uh, yeah.
- Can I come in? - Yeah, of course.
Were you at Happy Meadow Nursing Home yesterday in your Jeep?
Uh, no. Officer.
Detective.
Can you account for your whereabouts all day?
No. Uh, yeah.
Yeah, at the library. Uh, studying.
Son, do you know what kind of trouble you're in?
I really haven't done anything wrong.
No? What about accessory after the fact
to the shooting of a corrections officer?
Yeah.
Why don't we take a seat, huh?
Listen, kid.
I don't care about what you've done up to now.
The DA might, but I don't.
I really...
- You guys wouldn't believe... - Dan, Dan.
What if she finds this guy, and he turns out to be dangerous?
Huh? What if he's the one who killed Blake?
You're not gonna let her face him one-on-one, are you?
What if he hurts her? Dan.
What if he kills her? How are you gonna feel then?
All right, let's go.
Maybe you'll think clearer downtown. Come on.
O-OK! She's with him now.
With Oliphant? Da hell? Why?
She wants a confession.
You guys weren't interested in him.
Where the hell are they?
Some place called Foothill Ranch.
Great. The boonies.
- Cam, Holly's with Oliphant. - Do you know where?
Foothill Ranch.
- Dan, you got an address? - Just Old Mill Road.
Did you get that? Old Mill Road.
OK. I'll find it, and I'll call you when I get there.
- I'm already out that way to pick up Brent. - Hey, you're gonna need backup
Go ahead and call it in, but I'm closer, and I'm not leaving her out there alone.
Roger that.
- Jones. - Linda. Yeah, it's me.
I need you to track down Tony. He's at a squash game or something.
You got to get him or Robyn to go pick up Brent. I got a lead.
- On Holly? - Yeah, and call West
for the details and get him to fill Tony in as well.
- You got it. - All right, thanks.
Wish me luck.
After you.
Nice place.
Thanks.
Come here. I wanna show you something.
Impressive.
Make yourself comfortable.
I'm gonna fix us some drinks.
Sure.
- Vodka OK? - Volk's great.
To new friends.
Oh, my god! I am such a klu...
Get off me. Get off me!
Hey, Linda.
Spencer Oliphant's print came back. And guess what? It's not his print.
- Whose is it? - It belongs to an Oliver Smith.
Registered sex offender in Nevada.
"Spencer Oliphant" is an alias.
That's a felony right there...
a sex offender changing his name without court's permission.
What exactly did this fine citizen do?
Aggravated sexual assault on a minor.
OK, get everyone else in the loop.
I'll keep you posted from my end.
Stop it. Hey. Wait.
Ugh! Ah!
Get off me!
Ah!
Ah! What's this?
I, I'm very disappointed, Tess.
- Ah! - Or can I just call you Holly now?
Ugh! Ahhh!
Did you really think, did you really think I was that stupid?
Did you think that you could come here, record me,
and bring it to the cops?
You wanna talk?
- Ah! - Let's talk!
No...
I'm gonna make you pay for what you did.
Ugh! Oh...
I'm gonna tell you everything.
Because you're not gonna make it alive outta here anyway.
Why the hell isn't Cameron there yet?
I was there. At that party.
And I met Blake.
And... she was beautiful.
But we had a real strong connection.
I could barely keep up with her.
You're a predator.
No, no, no. No, no.
She's 18. That makes it consensual.
So why did you need Centanyl if it was consensual?
I only took her where she really wanted to go.
I was hoping...
you and I, we could... bury the hatchet,
have some fun.
Do it!
I dare you.
Is that, that's a stun gun?
What're you gonna do? Shock me to death?
If you don't pick up the phone, call the cops, and confess, I will.
You want me to call the cops?
I'll call the cops.
Shoot.
- 9-1-1. What's your emergency? - Help! There's an intruder
in my house! She's got a gun! She's trying to kill me. 13 Old Mill Road!
I'll be right back, baby.
Now I can kill you in self-defence.
How many other girls have you raped and killed, huh?
I hear they love rapists in prison.
You'll be dead. I can tell 'em whatever story I want.
Except for you're still being recorded.
I don't think so.
I've been recording you the whole time on the satellite phone in my purse.
Just in case.
You don't believe me? Go check it out for yourself.
You little bitch!
Ah! Awww!
Ah... Ah! Ahh!
- Local dispatch, over. - Go ahead.
This is Detective Cameron Langford, Philadelphia Police Department.
We have shots fired at... 13 Old Mill Road, Foothill Ranch.
You dropped something, Holly.
Detective!
- Detective! - Stay right there!
Holly Hamilton's here. She's got a gun. She's trying to kill me.
Yeah, that's not gonna fly. We know who you are, Mr. Smith.
Who?
- Oliver Smith! Hands on your head! - It's me. Spencer Oliphant.
Yeah, AKA Oliver Smith. You're a convicted sex offender.
Or don't you remember? Hm? How about the parole you ran away from in Nevada?
Put your hands on your head and turn around.
Turn around and get on your knees. Do it now.
Looks like Holly's gonna be involved
in another officer shooting. This time...
I think she's gonna use your gun.
It's too late. Everyone knows who you are, Smith.
I disappeared once. I'll do it again.
- Are you OK? - Yeah. Thanks.
Is he dead!
Yeah. There's, uh... There's backup coming. You better put that down.
We don't want them getting the wrong idea.
Good point.
- Happy birthday, Grandma. - Thank you, sweetie.
No problem.
So... to make a long story short,
the DA is gonna drop all the charges against you, Dan.
- But what about Holly? - I'm getting there.
They're also going to drop the charges related to your escape
and to your probation. And the insurance company is willing to make a deal,
provided that you spend some time
educating their cyber security team on how you cracked their firewall.
- I can do that. - Thank you!
And, Grandma, guess what?
Central U has offered to give me a full scholarship
- for revealing Oliphant. - Yeah.
- Oh! - She'll be registering next fall.
Let me guess: you'll be majoring in computer science?
- Anything but economics. - Good for you.
OK. Well, I can't take it anymore, so I'm gonna cut the cake.
It's so beautiful. Thank you, Cameron.
- Hi... - Tony.
- What're you doing here? - Well, Brent knew that you'd all be here,
- and he wanted to meet the fugitive. - Dad!
Actually, I wanted to meet you too. I know you've been through hell.
- Yeah. - And, um, I'm glad you're OK.
Thanks. It feels really good not be on the run anymore.
Yeah, I'll bet.
Well, this is a nice welcome home party, huh?
Do you like it?
- Yes. - I meant for both of us.