[instrumental music]
(male #1) 'Keep those arms out of that water, private!'
I do not want to see your elbows touch!
Do you understand?
Sir, I can't! Uh..
(male #1) '"Can't?"'
Can't is not in your vocabulary!
'Failure is not an option'
Failure is not an option, Private Kasher.
Do you understand me?
Sir, yes, sir.
Sixty seconds!
Go!
59, 58
(all) 57, 56, 55
'54..'
♪ Bleeding through a tar-decay smile.. ♪
Private Kasher?
Private Kasher!
♪ Slide to the right ♪
♪ I felt you like electric.. ♪♪
'Private Kasher?'
[gasping]
[grunting]
[instrumental music]
It's the tenth time you checked that thing.
Well, she was supposed to call at nine.
Elisa.
It's 9:07.
Well, she's seven minutes late.
That a regular thing?
Elisa calling in?
No, no. It's a..
Yeah, I mean..
...she was doing so good, and then I don't know.
I don't know what's happening.
Where were you?
(Will) Lil.
Questioned documents kicked this one over.
- Wants us to take a look. - 'Cold job?'
(Will) 'Doesn't match any live ones.'
It was mailed anonymously into homicide.
Letterhead's from the Wilkes Military Academy for boys.
The boot camp boarding school in Roxborough?
Mm-hmm. State run, scared straight central.
Parents who can't control their bad boys
'dump 'em there.'
- What is it? - Some kind of list.
"The plan."
"Number one, ignore.
"Number two, reward.
Number three, secret."
"Number four, test.
Number five, escalate. Six.."
Destroy."
(Scotty) 'What the hell?'
It could be some kind of shorthand?
Question is what for?
Mailed in homicide. What else?
Documents went over it?
No fingerprints.
Sender didn't even spit on the seal.
"May 15, 1999. Nash."
Well, maybe Nash is the writer.
Or the victim.
[theme music]
So the doer's feelin' the guilt.
Mails it in.
Or some bystander finds it.
Wants to do the right thing.
It could be a frame job.
Why send it five years after the fact?
Problem is, we got no murders in the hundred some years
'Wilkes Military Academy's been around.'
No body with a Nash toe tag.
Wasn't classified as a homicide.
"Accidental death.
"Wilkes Military Academy, May 15, 1999.
Nash Cavanaugh. Thirty five years old."
(Lilly) Hmm...drowning.
Well, guy was liquored up good.
"Blood alcohol content .30."
Questioned documents took a stab at who sent this plan in?
Uh, handwriting analysis suggests a kid wrote it.
Other than that, we got nothin'.
A night duty sergeant
James Creighton, found the body.
Maybe we start with him.
[indistinct chattering]
Cavanaugh's death was classified as accidental.
We conducted our own investigation.
And now, we're conducting ours.
Well, Sergeant Creighton was
the duty sergeant on rounds that night.
Tell them what you know, Creighton.
Sir, yes sir. I found Lieutenant Cavanaugh at 0600.
Negative vital signs. No response to CPR.
Creighton was in Iraq.
'Earned the bronze star.'
- Ever seen this, colonel? - No.
How about you, Sergeant Creighton?
I never seen that, ma'am.
Ignore, reward, secret
test, escalate, destroy.
That mean anything to you, colonel?
Nothing at all.
(Scotty) 'Were you aware that Nash was a drinker, colonel?'
[scoffs] It never interfered with his duties
Lieutenant was respected.
- Knew how to deal with slop. - "Slop?"
(male #2) 'Kids who come here.'
Drug addicts, hoodlums, cons in the making.
Nash turned slop into men.
(male #1) Can't is not in your vocabulary!
Failure is not an option, Private Kasher.
Do you understand me?
Sixty seconds!
59, 58, 57
56, 55, 54.
'Private Kasher!'
Private!
Is there a problem here, lieutenant?
No, sir.
Then carry on.
Private LaSalle, get him out of there.
[rock music]
Dismissed.
[grunting]
[indistinct chattering]
'Passed.'
- But I didn't do it, sir. - You never will.
Please, just give me one more chance, sir, please.
I can do it. I know I can, sir!
Please!
One more chance, sir.
Please, I can do it.
I know I can.
Please, sir.
♪ And I walk from my machine I walk from my.. ♪♪
"From the child, comes forth the soldier."
'Cavanaugh made that happen.'
By almost drowning a child?
[scoffs] Private Jerry Kasher
was and always will be a bad seed.
Not even Cavanaugh could change that.
This Private Kasher, he ever make any threats on Nash?
No. But he threatened other cadets.
How?
Torching their bunks..
...with them in it.
Private Kasher's got 30-some hours
to walk off before graduation.
- Private Kasher! - 'Walk off?'
(Creighton) 'Tour of punishment. Front and center!'
You need some weaponry 101, private?
No, sir.
Detective Rush, Valens. Philadelphia homicide.
These people are here to ask you some questions.
Answer them.
[indistinct shouting]
Gung-ho jarhead.
We're here about Nash Cavanaugh.
Gung-ho jarhead number two.
We hear you had a beef with him in swimming class.
Almost drowned you.
Guy just wanted me to be all that I could be.
Got you pretty pissed off.
(Scotty) 'Pissed off enough to wanna kill him?'
That's not how it was.
I just wanted another chance.
[Travis singing "Writing To Reach You"]
I can do it, sir.
One minute, sir.
I can do it. Look.
[instrumental music]
[grunting]
[music continues]
Go.
♪ I wake up and it's Sunday ♪
♪ Whatever's in my head won't go away ♪
♪ The radio is playing all the usual ♪
Time.
♪ And what's a wonderwall anyway.. ♪
Didn't think you had it in you, buddy.
You proved me wrong.
And for that, you get the prize.
♪ 'Cause I'm writing to reach you ♪♪
(Lilly) 'What was the prize?'
His respect.
Nash was proud of me.
And that was important to you. Him bein' proud of you?
Only time anyone ever was.
So what changed?
- 'With what?' - With you.
Nothin'.
Nothin' changed.
My folks, uh, mailed me one way, parcel post
no return address to this armpit.
I was always trouble.
Kid's gone to the dark side.
But back in the day, it sounds like
he kinda worshipped Nash.
Didn't hate him.
Well, maybe Nash had other enemies?
Could be. The guy was a hard ass.
(Will) 'Got a hold of Private Kasher's medical records.'
Might shine a different light.
Few weeks prior to Nash's death
multiple visits to the infirmary.
- Kid was throwin' up drunk. - "Drunk?"
He was 13 years old.
Half the academy's students enter the school
with drug and alcohol problems.
The place is on 24/7 lock-down.
No way those kids can get booze.
But an adult could.
And we know who our resident drinker on campus was.
Nash Cavanaugh.
Where'd you get the alcohol, Jerry?
Boozehound Nash, he ever pass on the love?
- What do you mean? - Where'd you get the booze?
Maybe you were sippin' a nip from the Nash stash?
That the real reason you wanted to get in good with him?
He gave it to me!
I never asked for it!
That was the prize.
♪ Come out come out ♪
♪ No use in hiding.. ♪
Didn't mean to scare you, buddy.
Yes, sir.
I mean, no, sir.
I'm not scared.
'Course, you're not.
For what you did today.
- Your reward. - Sir?
You're a man now.
You made me proud, being a winner out there.
'You passed go.'
Collect your reward. Drink up.
♪ No room for both ♪
♪ Just room for me.. ♪♪
Ah.
Not just anyone gets this reward.
I save it for the winners.
For my special boys like you, Jerry.
Thank you.
I mean it, sir.
Let's keep this our secret, okay, buddy?
Just you and me.
Sir, yes, sir.
Our secret.
Your secret?
Ignore, reward...secret.
It's the plan.
Nash ignored you in the pool, rewarded you with the booze
made you keep a secret.
What other secrets did he make you keep?
Drawing you in... keeping things quiet. Why?
What kind of secrets do a 35-year-old man
and a boy have?
It wasn't a murderer's plan, was it? It was a pedophile's--
He deserved to die for what he did to me!
Sit down.
I did it. I killed him.
- You killed him. - 'Yeah.'
I killed that sick pervert.
- 'By yourself?' - I did it.
- Did you write the plan? - Yes!
What did you do with it?
Answer us. What did you do with the plan?
Ripped it up. Threw it away.
That a fact.
If Jerry didn't send us the plan, then who did?
He confessed to the murder, Lil.
We got to call the DA.
Nah, I don't buy it, boss.
The kid was an 80-pound
weakling in 1999.
'No way he drowned a 200-pound'
'adult male on his own.'
Won't change his story.
At least now we got motive.
Victim was a pedophile with a plan.
For waging physiological warfare on a 13-year-old boy.
Pedophiles are prolific.
Nash would've had other victims.
Maybe Jerry had an accomplice.
Academy's infirmary records.
Colonel gave them up without a warrant.
Real cooperative guy.
Elisa? What's wrong?
Medical records of 7th graders
in Nash's swim class, 1999
same year as Jerry.
I checked for symptoms of sexual abuse.
All I came up with was this.
Private R.J. Holden
reported by a night duty sergeant for bed-wetting.
Started when he was in Nash's swim class.
Bedwetting at age 13?
Could've been a symptom of stress, or sexual abuse.
Night duty sergeant who reported it, James Creighton.
Well, we'll go back to him, see if he knows about R.J.
I got to...I-I got to go.
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Uh, hey, I'm-I'm sorry, boss.
Just go, Scotty.
(male #3) 'Alpha Company all present and accounted for!'
How long has Elisa been out of the hospital?
A month, two.
(male #3) 'The six P's, and don't you'
'ever forget them!'
Prior preparation prevents
'piss poor performance!'
Grandma's slow, but she's old!
Sergeant Creighton?
[indistinct shouting]
Lieutenant Stillman, Philadelphia homicide.
- Sir. - Sergeant.
We're here about Cadet R.J. Holden.
The bedwetting report you filed when he was 13.
Yes, ma'am. I surely remember that.
Sergeant, what was the nature
of R.J.'s relationship with Nash Cavanaugh?
Relationship, sir?
Lieutenant Cavanaugh abused at least
one boy at this school...sexuall y.
Did you know about that, sergeant?
No, ma'am, I did not.
Did you ever talk to R.J.
about the bed-wetting problem?
It's not my duty to talk about the problem, sir.
Then what was your duty, sergeant?
To end it.
Piss the sheets
you walk the yard, private.
Don't you go all crybaby on me now.
Do I look like your mama, private?
♪ Before I drown.. ♪
He grabbed me.
- What? - He grabbed me.
What are you talking about?
♪ Save.. ♪
Lieutenant Cavanaugh..
♪ Save.. ♪
...he grabbed my..
♪ Before I.. ♪♪
...my thing.
- Are you a faggot? - Sir?
- Are you a faggot? - No, sir.
I asked you a direct question
I expect a direct answer, private!
Are you or are you not a faggot?
I am not a faggot, sir.
So we don't have a problem then
do we, Private Holden?
No, sir.
Disciplining the plebes was my job.
I did what I thought was best.
Disciplining them?
Sergeant, R.J. was a 13-year-old boy asking for help.
Is that the approach that earned you the bronze star?
[indistinct chattering]
These boys are liars
'cheats and drunks.'
Slop, sir.
Just like I was when I came here as a boy.
The bronze star, sir?
The academy earned that.
Made me a man.
What Nash did to R.J., did that make him a man, sergeant?
(Scotty) 'Elisa?'
[crunching]
[intense music]
Elisa?
'El?'
[music continues]
Can't say I remember that conversation
with Sergeant Creighton.
Sorry, ma'am.
You told him that Lieutenant Cavanaugh touched you, R.J.
Like I said, don't recall the convo.
What about the bed-wetting?
You recall that, R.J.?
Now that would be memorable.
Can't say I do, ma'am.
Your file's got the records--
Then someone made a mistake.
- I don't think so. - So blondes think now, ma'am?
Watch your tone, son.
Best defense is a good offense, right, R.J.?
(R.J.) 'Whatever, ma'am.'
Take the focus off of you.
What Nash did to you.
R.J., we know about Jerry.
Jerry?
And what Nash did to him.
- 'From this.' - "Ignore, reward, secret."
What can you tell us about number four?
"Test." How'd he test you?
You were 13 years old, R.J.
What Nash Cavanaugh did to you was wrong.
I'll tell..
...you.
Alright.
Sit down, son.
I'm not a fag.
It's alright, R.J.
I'm not a fag.
(Nash) Got to make sure you get in
'some extra hours of practice.'
(R.J.) 'Yes, sir.'
'Meet's coming up in a week.'
And you are going to make
the top ten this time, buddy.
But we have got to keep this on the DL.
We don't want anyone to think I'm playing favorites here.
Sure. I mean, yes, sir.
Just like the beer
this is our secret.
Just you and me.
You haven't told anyone about that, have you?
No, sir.
Of course, you haven't.
Or I would've heard.
'You passed the test.'
'Keeping our secrets.'
'You got an A-plus, buddy.'
You didn't think I was gonna hurt you, did you?
Of course, you didn't.
Now give me a big smile.
♪ ...so many of us gone before ♪♪
Number four..."test."
Make sure they don't run..
...and I didn't.
Tell me about number five.
"Escalate."
He'd show me porn magazines.
Tell me, "you can touch yourself if you want.
I won't tell."
He used them on other boys too.
That's how me and..
You and Jerry?
[crying]
- I don't know any Jerry. - 'Jerry Kasher.'
I don't know any Jerry.
'You were in the same swim class.'
It was me, okay?
I drowned that son of a bitch!
I killed Nash!
[instrumental music]
And I don't know any Jerry.
R.J. says he doesn't know Jerry.
Jerry says he doesn't know R.J.
But both are confessing to the murder.
And neither of them seem to know this plan was sent to us.
A school that size, boss
these kids had to know each other.
Well old enough to talk about sexual abuse?
Kids came from different worlds, Lil.
Popular athlete, loser outcast. Nothing in common.
- 'Except Nash's swim class.' - Hey, handwriting's back.
Neither Jerry or R.J.'s matched the plan.
So there was a boy number three?
Nash being Nash
no telling how many boys wanted him dead.
Well, maybe this third kid holds the key
how Jerry and R.J. are connected.
I'll lean on Jerry again. Short fuse.
Guess who I just had a chat with?
'Private R.J. Holden.'
'He told.'
What are you talking about?
Number five.
"Escalate."
The magazines Nash used.
No wonder you wanted to kill him. I would too.
- R.J. told you about that? - Mm-hmm.
And that you, Jerry, were the ringleader.
'He said you thought up the murder all on your own--'
It was Dominic's idea, not mine!
It was all Dominic!
Sit down.
So Dominic wrote the plan, huh?
'How'd you guys find each other?'
[Lilly sighs]
'You were just kids, you know.'
'What happened..'
...it wasn't your fault.
He..
...started with the drinks.
That was our secret.
'Then came the night swims.'
'Then the magazines and..'
...other things.
And by that time I'd kept so many secrets
I couldn't tell the truth.
Then tell the truth now.
Dominic..
...was the only one of us who had guts.
How did Dominic find you and R.J.?
I..
...took one of Nash's magazines..
'...and showed it around.'
And you know, I didn't... mean anything by it.
I just..
I wanted the other kids to like me.
[indistinct conversations]
Her boobs are huge!
'Like balloons.'
I love boobs.
♪ I can see through you ♪
♪ See your true colors ♪
♪ 'Cause inside you're ugly ♪
♪ You're ugly like me ♪
♪ I can see through you ♪
♪ See to the real you ♪♪
Yo, I didn't see Miss April yet!
'You're rippin' her booty, man.'
(male #4) 'What the hell?'
[indistinct chattering]
That's when we knew.
And that's when you made the plan.
To do to Nash..
...what he did to us.
'"Ignore. Reward.'
'"Secret.'
'"Test.'
"Escalate.
Destroy."
(Lilly) 'Dominic LaSalle.'
'Also in Nash's swim class.'
(John) 'Lil, you take him in Interview A.'
'You two split up Jerry and R.J.'
I'm here as Dominic's guardian.
I'd like to observe.
John, show the colonel to observation, please.
Not exactly chomping at the bit to take down another kid
especially when the guy deserved to die.
- Amen. - We got our jobs to do.
Let's go.
[grunts]
Wish I had called in sick today.
Yeah, me too.
Scotty, is she okay?
Uh, she's...gone.
- What? - She-she's not anywhere.
Not any of the places she goes to when she gets
you know, like this, the library, the park, her sister's.
All day, I'm driving. I can't find her.
Scotty, call it in, get some help.
I can't call it in. They'll make her go back.
And I promised her she'd-she'd never have to go back.
- I promised. I.. - Okay.
I can't do that to her.
Alright. It's going to be alright.
Playing stickball on my block.
That's the first time I seen her.
Fourteen years old.
Oh, man...just kickin' it on a hot summer night.
[chuckles]
Whew!
That's the only place Elisa
ever felt...normal, you know?
I gotta find her.
Are you sure you want my handwriting?
Hmm?
[chuckles] Don't you want to play bad cop first?
'Knock me around some?'
Write.
I confess. I wrote the plan.
And you sent it to us.
- Why? - Boredom.
Military environments thrive on the cultivation of it.
[chuckles] Makes warfare that much more of a rush.
[chuckles]
- Really? - You should know.
Dreary police academy drills.
Then you get to kill.
What a thrill.
I wouldn't know.
Maybe you will.
Like you do?
We killed that pervert.
- "We?" - Me and my two buddies.
What "two buddies," Dominic?
Me, myself and I.
(Will) Your friends are putting the job on you.
Jerry, Dominic.
You want a deal, you better jump in fast.
Your wife still flog the bishop?
Or did she stop doing that a hundred years ago?
My wife's dead.
Nine years ago.
Tell me about the plan.
Dominic figured it out.
What Nash was doing.
His plan.
(Dominic) What he did to you at the pool, Jerry
he did that to all of us.
'It's like his plan all along.'
I don't get it.
Number one, "ignore."
He ignored us in different ways
made us beg for attention.
- Then he rewarded us. - With the beer.
That was number two in his plan.
- He made me keep it a secret. - Me too.
'Cause it was number three, keeping secrets.
Then he made real sure
we never told on him.
- I didn't. Did you? - No.
Shh.
(Jerry) Kinda like a test.
Right. Number four, "test."
Right.
'Made sure we never told anyone'
'so he could do other things and not get caught.'
Like show us those magazines.
(Dominic) That was number five. "Escalate."
What does that escalate mean?
To make things worse.
Then, the final thing. Number six.
We know what that is. You don't have to say it.
Number one, ignore.
No one show up at swim class tomorrow.
We do to him..
...step...by step
exactly what he did to us.
So after you skipped out on Nash's swim class
what happened?
Number two.
Whoever he came to first.
Whoever he picked.
That kid would be the bait, the reward.
I was just holding my breath.
Hoping it wouldn't be me.
(Nash) 'Private LaSalle, why were you not in class?'
(Dominic) 'I got busy.'
(Nash) 'Excuse me?'
I said...I got busy.
Wanna see what I got so busy with?
Got it for tonight.
For the pool.
Will you bring some beer...sir?
Number two.
"Reward."
You were it.
R.J. and Jerry are talking.
Time's a-wastin'.
You're playing your hand badly, Detective Rush.
[chuckles] See, in poker..
...like business or warfare..
...the optimal strategy is not to have one.
'Or, rather, not to show it.'
You wear yours like a bad dye job.
[chuckles]
Game's over, Dominic.
You already confessed to the murder.
So there's something that happened that night..
...that you don't wanna give up.
I wonder what that is.
Number three, "secret."
What was the secret?
Dominic was gonna get Nash in the pool..
...like he did to us.
Promise to do..
...things with him.
And then..
...and then everything went wrong.
(Dominic) 'Ready to get in?'
Nah. I'm a little too tired, buddy.
Maybe some other time.
But..
...but I got a secret.
A real good secret... for us...in the pool.
Like I said... maybe some other time.
So the plan fell apart.
Nash left.
No. He didn't.
You got him back in the pool?
'How'd you do that?'
'How'd you do that, R.J.?'
How did you get Nash into the pool, Jerry?
'How'd you do it?'
(Lilly) Dominic..
...whatever you had to do..
...it wasn't your fault.
- 'What you did..' - Number four.
"Test."
Make sure that he doesn't run.
But I couldn't let the plan fail.
So I begged him.
"Please," I said.
"Please."
Like I said, some other time.
Please?
[instrumental music]
Only if you smile.
[breathes heavily]
(Lilly) Number six. "Destroy."
"From the child, comes forth the soldier."
That's what he would say when he was done.
And I would just go away in my mind.
Not this time. Not this time.
[Papa Roach singing "Last Resort"]
(Nash) '"From the child, comes forth the soldier."'
♪ Cut my life into pieces ♪
(Nash) 'Isn't that right, buddy?'
♪ This is my last resort ♪
♪ Suffocation no breathing don't give a.. ♪♪
Hey, what are you guys doing here?
(Jerry) Don't let your elbows touch the water, private.
Sixty seconds! Go!
(R.J.) 'Can't is not in your vocabulary, cadet.'
- Failure is not an option! - You're special!
A real winner! My special boy!
You like this, don't you?
Don't pretend you don't like it!
Destroy, destroy, destroy!
♪ I'm crying ♪
♪ I'm crying I'm crying ♪
Somebody's coming.
♪ I can't go on living ♪♪
They shouldn't go away for this.
(John) 'Hmm, they confessed to murder one.'
'What are you gonna do?'
Maybe the guy slipped, fell and hit his head, boss.
- I could see that. - Accidental death.
(Lilly) 'My pen ran out in there, didn't get that last part.'
(John) 'I think we could all use a scotch right about now.'
- 'Anyone hear from Scotty?' - 'Not me.'
(Jerry) 'You sent it in, you friggin' rat!'
- Hey, hey, hey, knock if off! - 'You friggin' liar!'
[indistinct shouting]
Gun!
- Don't shoot. - Don't you touch me!
- 'Dominic.' - 'Alright put it down, son.'
(Lilly) 'Dominic, listen to me.'
- 'Don't shoot.' - 'Dominic.'
- Dominic, put the gun down. - Don't nobody touch me!
(Lilly) Listen to me.
'Dominic, listen to me.'
It's gonna be okay, I promise you.
I promise you, Dominic.
'It's going to be okay.'
- Put the gun down. - Listen, I wrote it.
I
But I didn't send it.
Put the gun down.
(Lilly) 'Dominic!'
I didn't send it.
(Lilly) 'No, Dominic!'
[gunshot]
No!
I talked to the hospital. It's looking bad.
They can't say for sure right now.
If Dominic didn't send the plan..
...then who did?
It's over, Lil. Let's go home.
[instrumental music]
[indistinct chattering]
(Scotty) I've been looking for you all day.
Everywhere I'm looking for you. God, Elisa.
- I'm sorry. - You okay?
- Hey. Talk to me. - They came back, Scotty.
The giants.
I know what you're thinking, I know you think
that I didn't take my meds, but I did.
And they still came back.
Well, we'll get stronger meds.
We'll talk to the doctor, see what he has to say--
That's what we did last time.
'That's what we do all the time and it doesn't get better.'
Maybe it just doesn't.
[indistinct chattering]
I'm gonna go stay at my sister's for a while.
If that's what you want to do, do it.
I don't know what else to do. Do you?
Shirts two, skins zero.
There ain't no skins.
I mean, don't you see that? look!
I meant before when we were kids.
Let's go, Elisa.
Skins make a comeback
in the last inning.
- Do you remember? - No.
'Triple play.'
'Scored by Scotty Valens.'
I don't remember.
I do.
- That was a long time ago. - Not so long ago, Scotty.
'Not so long ago.'
[Scotty crying]
[footsteps approaching]
[Lilly sighs]
Dominic's in the ICU.
No word yet.
Last thing he said before he shot himself was..
...he didn't send the plan. Then who did?
Was there someone else in on this besides the three of you?
- No, just us. - But someone else knew.
We lost it that night.
The plan?
It was in Dominic's pocket.
He stuck everything in his pockets.
Dumbass.
(R.J.) And then it was gone after..
...the pool.
'It was gone.'
[Cursive singing "Gentleman Caller"]
♪ On the sober dawn of Sunday ♪
♪ You're not sure what you have done.. ♪
Where'd it go?
- What? - The plan. It was here.
You put in your pocket?
- You dumbass! - Shh!
♪ Sometimes men can be so.. ♪
Okay, it's okay.
Listen up, here's what we do.
Never tell. No matter what happens.
If we're ever caught, each man takes the fall.
By himself. Alone.
Like a soldier.
♪ Whatever I said to make you think ♪
♪ That love's the religion.. ♪♪
- Never tell. - Never tell.
Never tell.
[sighs]
He went back to the pool that night
Dominic, to look for it.
Did he find it?
We never talked about it.
Like it never happened.
And after a while, it felt like it never did.
[instrumental music]
[siren wailing]
[instrumental music]
He should have this.
Not me.
'For what he did, they all did.'
Took more guts than I ever had.
"From the child, comes forth the soldier."
That's what Nash always said.
After.
You were a lifer at the academy.
In Nash's swim class, long ago.
Not so long ago.
You were the duty sergeant that night.
You found Nash's body.
And the plan.
The world had to know what he did to them. To me.
That's why you sent it in. But why now, Creighton?
It's the last class of Nash's victims.
The last to bear witness.
Nash's secret would go away with them.
- You couldn't let that happen. - I didn't let that happen.
No...you didn't.
Why are you here?
You let these boys go, I'll tell you.
Depends on what you have to tell me.
I watch..
...boys.
Just like Nash did, I watch boys
and I know..
...that I'm becoming him.
Please put me away.
Stop me and let them have their lives.
Let them become...men.
- Just let them go. - How can I?
- They killed a man. - No, they didn't.
(Dominic) 'Somebody's coming.'
[intense music]
[gasping]
Creighton!
Creighton.
Creigh..
Creigh. Creigh. Creigh.
[gasping]
Creigh. Creigh. Creigh.
[gasping]
[dramatic music]
[instrumental music]
[Aimee Mann singing "Wise Up"]
♪ It's not what you thought ♪
♪ When you first ♪
♪ Began it ♪
♪ You got what you want ♪
♪ You can hardly stand it though ♪
♪ By now you know ♪
♪ It's not going to stop ♪
♪ Till you wise up ♪
♪ You're sure ♪
♪ There's a cure ♪
♪ And you have finally found it ♪
♪ You think one drink ♪
♪ Will shrink you till ♪
♪ You're underground ♪
♪ And living down ♪
♪ But it's not going to stop ♪
♪ It's not going to stop ♪
♪ Till you wise up ♪
♪ No it's not going to stop ♪
♪ Till you wise up ♪♪
[theme music]
[music continues]