- It's all yours. Yourvery own tenant property.
- Thought your dadwas on the inside.
When'd he get out?
- I haven't spoken tothat man in over 20 years.
- I don't know whatyou want from me.
- You can't just go toprison and then not expect
for me to wanna see you.
- I didn't know another way.
- You know, I own a building.
I got an empty unit.You could stay.
There we go.
What's up, Larr? Qué pasó?
- Kev.- What's up?
- Just running to thestore, playing my numbers.
Where are you headed?
- Gotta go up there to 3A.
Ms. Castillo'sgot a leaky sink,
so I gotta check that out.
You know, you buy a building,
you don't really stop fixing it.
- Mm, where youlearn all this stuff?
- YouTube.
- You know,taxpayers of Illinois
paid a good price for me
to take classeswhen I was inside...
Plumbing, electric.
Be happy to help you outaround here, if you want.
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Um, I think I'm good.
- Okay.- All right.
- Well, uh, see you around.
- Bye.
Okay.
Try it one moretime, Mama Castillo.
- Okay, Kevin. Fingers crossed.
Fingers crossed.
Look at that.
Whew. Okay.
Man, I love whatyou've done with this place.
- Thank you.
My family, my nietos, theycome Sunday after church.
We'll make papusas.
- Frijoles and queso?- Y los chicharrones.
- Ooh, I know you're gonnasave some for the landlord.
- Yes.
You give me a home inthe middle of Burnside.
I'll save for you, mijo.
- Oh, gracias.
And if anything elsehappens with that sink,
you just let me know, andI'll come right back...
- Was that a gun?
- Stay right here.Lock the door.
Don't go anywhere.
- Hey, was that a gunshot?- It's okay.
I got it.- What's going on, Kev?
- Everybody relax.I got it. I got it.
Yo.
You hear anything, see anything?
- Nah. Nothing.
- Okay. Get back,Jamal. I got this.
- Kevin!
- Pops?
- Kev! Kevin!
In here. Over here.
Hey!- Okay.
- Hey!
- Oh, damn. What the hell?
Malik?
What the hell happened?
- The shot was rightbelow my apartment.
I felt it through myfeet. Found him like this.
- Okay, I need you to keepapplying pressure right there.
See if you can feel thepulse with that other hand.
- There's a lot of blood, but...
Yeah, I think so.
I can find one.
- 911, what's your emergency?
- Officer Kevin Atwater,badge number 52784.
On scene.
Shots fired at3256 Cottage Grove.
We got a tender-age kid witha gunshot wound to the torso.
I need you to roll ambo
and roll some carsright now, please.
Okay, Malik. Malik.
We're gonna get you right, okay?
Can you look at me?
Huh?
We gotta take him.
We can't wait. Wegotta take him.
- Yeah, yeah. Come on. Up.
- Come on, little man.
- Give us space!- What happened?
- What happened?- Back up!
- What happened to him?- Malik!
- Is that Malik?- Malik!
- We got you. We got you.
Okay, he's got a faintpulse, one GSW, no exit.
- Malik!
Malik!
Is it my son?
- Janessa, he fighting,okay? He fighting.
Let's get the mom upthere. Just let her in.
We gotta go.
Come on. Come on.
I've got no description.
I need you to hold allthe exits at every door,
you understand me?- Uh-huh.
- Son, what can I do?
- You didn't see anybodyrunning from that basement?
Nobody at all?- No.
I ran down, found himjust like you found us.
- Okay.
Well, you gotta do GSR.
All right, go right over there.
Give those people your clothes.
- All right. Yeah.
Whatever you need.
- Hey.
Tac shut it down?
- Yeah. Two-block perimeter.
- Victim's nameis Malik Thompson.
11 years old.
Took a gunshot wound tothe chest, no exit wound.
We got a 9-millimetershell casing right there.
Malik lives in this building.
- No weapon. Nosign of an offender.
- All right, tenantshave access down here?
- Yes, sir... for laundry,
and there's a few storageunits right there.
- Got any exteriorcameras on the building?
- No. No, not out back.
That was next on thelist, though, Sarge.
- All right, you takethe lead outside.
No one comes in or outtill they're cleared.
- Copy. I'll getRuz to come back.
- All right, rest of us,
this whole placeis a crime scene.
Let's clear it.- Copy.
- We're looking for awitness or an offender.
So everyone take afloor, canvass as you go.
I'm Sergeant Voight.
- We're investigating anincident in the basement.
- Did you hear a gunshot?
- Yeah, I heard it.
But didn't see a thing.
- Malik's a nice kid.
- Polite, sweet.
- Sure, I saw him earlier.
- But today?- No.
- Look, I don't wantyou to be alarmed...
- But uh, for your own safety,
would you mind if I came inside?
- Take a look around?
- 3B is clear. Justone more unit up here.
- 4A clear.
- 2C clear.- 4B clear.
- Quién está? Who's there?
- Ms. Castillo, it's Kevin.
You saw something?
- I know what happens topeople who talk to the police.
I've seen it.
- I understand,but this is Malik.
He's in the hospital.
Janessa is hurting morethan we can ever imagine,
so they need your help.
And it's me.
You know you can talkto me. I'll protect you.
- After you ran out, Ilooked out the window.
I... I saw a boy runningfrom the building.
- Okay. What wasthe boy's name?
- I don't know.
I don't think he lives here,but he's always around.
I see him.- Yeah?
Is there anything else?
- He was carrying a bag with...
- Handles? Like a duffel bag?
- And the jacket, a red jacket.
He always wears the red jacket.
- All right. Red jacket.Thank you so much.
You know that helps us.
Is there anything else?
- Only... he...
He's one of the boysyour father knows.
- My father?
- That gunpowder test was clear.
What's going on now?
- Witnesses are tellingme that you got boys
in the neighborhoodthat you know?
Who are they talkingabout? What boys?
- Hey, easy.
I just help out thekids on the block.
That's all.
I fix their bike chains, Iput air in their footballs,
I give them odd jobs.
- Yeah, I... I need names.
- There's little Lonnie,Malik, Oscar, Nico...
- They don't all livein this building?
- No. Not Nico. And not Oscar.
- Either one of themwear a red jacket?
- Yeah.
Oscar. Why?
Why?
- Where's Torres?
- Testifying in ajury trial all week.
- Oscar, full name OscarGuzman, 12 years old.
He was confirmed by thetenants in the photo array.
He was running from thebasement after the shooting.
- Well, if he lives here,
what's he doingover in Burnside?
- Chatham and Burnsideshare a school district.
He's got a lot offriends over there.
Plus his buddies say helikes to hang at Kev's place
'cause it's safe.
- Can I help you?- Yeah. Chicago PD.
Are your parents home?
- Uh, it's just mymom, but she's at work.
Can I help you?
- What's your name?
- Martina.- Martina.
Okay. We're looking for Oscar.
That's your littlebrother, right?
- Yeah.
Is... is he in trouble?
- Well, we just wannaask him a few questions.
Shouldn't take us too long.
- Yeah. Yeah.
He... he just went backto his room a minute ago.
- Thanks.
- Oscar.
Oscar!
Oscar! Come on.
You gotta open up.
- Does he usually lock his door?
- No.
- May I?
- Yeah.
- Oscar?
- Window's open.He must have run.
- I got a bag with blood on it.
- What is that?
- It's heroin.
- It's what?
No, no. That's a mistake.
That's not my brother's.
What's going on?
- Hey, we're running allthe locals on the dope.
If anything pops, I'll shout.- Copy. Thanks, Up.
- Yeah.
- We have a parole officerpicking your mom up from work.
She'll be here soon,but in the meantime,
we need to know what youknow about that duffel bag.
- Look, what I know is,
there's no way thatbag is Oscar's.
- Confirmation that the bloodon that bag was Malik's.
The bag was underyour brother's bed,
and he ran as soon ashe knew that the cops
were at the door.- Okay, I... I don't...
I don't know what to tell you.
- Martina, yourbrother's on the run.
Where would he go?
- I don't know!
Look, I... I'm not tryingto be, like, difficult.
But Oscar...
Oscar's a nerdy kid.
It's not like he'sbeen on the run before.
- Kevin?
- What's up, Sarge?
- Your father's here.
- I need to talk to you.
- Okay.
Let's talk.
- With all these cops around?
- Come over here.
All right, what'sgoing on? We're busy.
- I heard, uh, policewent to Oscar's house.
He in trouble?
- It's not looking good.- Listen to me.
Ain't no way in hellthat boy shot Malik.
He and Malik are tight.
- That doesn't mean thathe couldn't have done this.
Why do you thinkyou know this kid?
- 'Cause I do.
He's just a sweet kidwith a messy life.
- Well, right now,that sweet kid
looks like he's on therun until we bring him in.
- Run? The kid's 12.
He's not running, he's hiding.
And I think I might know where.
- I'll cover the otherside in case he's here.
- Copy that.
- Yeah, the kids stophere after school.
They hang out at ahideout right down there.
- How do you know that?
- Because I walk themhome from school sometime
and drop them herewhen they want.
- Why are you walkingkids around anywhere?
You know, Latin Players,Gangster Prophets
are all over the placewhen school lets out,
looking for recruits.
They don't like it somuch when the answer's no.
- So what, you, like,an escort or something?
- You know, most of theyoung guys see me as an OG.
So they back off...Most of the time.
That's Oscar.
- Yo, we got eyes on Oscar.
Hey, watch out.
Oscar. Hey.
I'm Officer Atwater.
I just wanna talkto you real quick.
Your mom and your sisterare real worried about you.
So am I. Oscar, don't...- Oscar, I'm police.
You gotta stop, all right?- Just stop right there, okay?
Can I see your hands?
Would you... gun!
- Oscar, drop the gun.- Okay, Oscar!
- Do not point that gunat me. Put it down, okay?
- Oscar, no.- Put it down!
- Oscar, listen.
- Oscar, just take abreath and drop it.
- Oscar, look at me andput it down, all right?
Nobody wants to hurt you, Oscar.
- Oscar, no.- Put down the gun.
Lew, back up!
- Hey.- Lew!
- Hey.- Lew.
- Lew, what are you doing?
- Hey!
This ain't you,Oscar. I know that.
Now, let's show themthat together, okay?
We're gonna straighten thiswhole mess out, me and you.
- Lew.- Yeah. I got you.
I got you.
You're all right.
Yeah.
Now, we gonna straightenthis whole mess out, niño.
- Lew, get thehell out of there.
- You all right.
I got you.
All right.
Now, we're gonnaput our hands up.
Put our hands up.
Yeah.
And left them search us.
- Come on.
- That's you right there.
This is your legal advocate.
She's here to look out for you.
There's Lew, as promised.
And Oscar, we justwanna talk to you, man.
This is a safe placefor you to speak.
And the more yousay, the better.
- Kid, you just gottatell the truth, hmm?
If you didn't do anything wrong,
you tell them that now.
- I didn't mean to.
- You didn't mean to what?
- Shoot Malik.
He's my friend.
- Okay.
Okay, so explain tous how that happened.
- It was an accident.
We were fooling around.
Gun went off.
- Oscar, where'd you getthe gun in the first place?
Hey.
We found a duffel bag at yourhouse, too, filled with drugs.
Where'd you get that?
Oscar.
- Oscar, it's real importantwhere you got those things.
Real, real important.
Because that determineswhat happens next.
You understand that?
Tell us the truth.
- It's mine.
It's all mine.- Hey. Hey.
No, now, that ain't right.
Kid, you're not in the game.
You cannot lie in here.
You cannot lie to these people.
- Lew.- Oscar, are you lying?
How does a 12-year-oldget that much heroin?
A gun?
- It's easy to. They're mine.
- Now, see... he justdoesn't understand
why this even matters.
Oscar, you cannot lie.
- I'm not lying. They're mine.
- The hospital just called.
Malik didn't make it.
- Look, if Oscar'ssaying he shot Malik,
even if it was an accident,that is reckless discharge.
Maybe even manslaughter.
- But if Oscar takes credit forthe gun and the drugs too...
- That's a whole different deal.
I mean, second-degree murder.
- Murder?
Are you... are you...Are you kidding me?
- Lew, it's timeto go. Let's go.
- That kid was lying inthere. That was clear as day.
There's no way in hellyou all didn't feel that.
Now, you know he was lying.
- Come on. Let'sget up out of here.
- No. No "come on."
Now, he's a good kid.
Now, you're not bankinghim for all this.
There's no way in hellyou police are turning
that kid into a murderer.- We heard enough.
Let's get out of here.- I mean, really?
- Come on. Stop playing.
- Get your hands off me!
- You need me, Kev?
- I'm his father.- Yeah?
And this is my police station.
- We good. It's all good.
Listen to me.
You can be mad atme all you want,
but that is not the roadthat you wanna go down.
- So that's really gonna be it?
You're just gonna let Oscarget sent away like that,
sent off on his own?
- What that was up thereis called accountability.
That's what it looks like.
What my sergeant is sayingis, everything we got,
we gotta put it all on the table
so we can know what to do next,so we can know how to fix it,
so we can do our job.
Go home.
Thank you. Really.
But go home.
- He's a poor kid.We saw his house.
Yet he's claimingownership of a handgun
and 20k worth of heroin?
Math doesn't work.
- Kid's obviously lying.- Yeah, question is, why?
I mean, you offered to help him.
He's looking at big charges.You'd think he'd talk.
- Maybe he'sterrified of somebody.
- Protecting somebody.
- It's all possible,but none of it matters
unless we can prove it.
Look, we found the murder weapon
in Oscar's hand, thedrugs under his bed.
He just gave a full confession.
- Um, it was Malik'sblood on the gun
that we recovered from Oscar.
And the gun is a matchto the slug we recovered
from Malik's bodyand the shell casing
that we found in the basement.
- Okay.
Listen to me.
In 36 hours, we are gonna
have to charge Oscaron this evidence,
whether we believe him or not.
So we need to prove he's lying.
Who does that gun and who doesthat dope actually belong to?
Who is he protecting?
'Cause whoever that is,
that's who's legally and morally
responsible for Malik's death.
So let's not let two kids' lives
get destroyed today, okay?
Come on. Dig in.
- Board of Ed said there'sno sign of any link
between Oscar and narcotics.
They did tell me thatOscar is a good student.
He plays trombonein the orchestra,
treasurer of thecomic book club.
Not exactly El Chapo.
- There's, like, 14 littlehomies with gang ties
that live withina block of Oscar.
We have zero reason tobelieve he even knows them.
- Hang on.
I just found Oscar's finsta.
- What the hell's a finsta?- It's an Instagram thing.
- He doesn't have a computer.He must have done it at school.
- Yeah, it's mostly kidstuff, but someone DMed him.
Looks like a dummy profile.
And they sentaddresses and times.
- Those are meet-up spots.
- Yeah, for sure.They're on the West Side.
Here, I sent themall to you guys.
- Uh-huh.
The Cortez Streetaddress is a park.
- Yeah, and Pulaski isjust a greasy spoon.
- Here we go.2847 North Karlov.
That's a residence.
All right, singleoccupancy housing.
Wow, this place is tough.
CPD had 40 in-servicecalls to this location
this year alone,all drug-related.
- Mm-hmm... that'sprobably the connection
to the dope that'sin that duffel bag.
Somebody's sellingheroin out of there.
- Still doesn'texplain why this kid's
got a pen pal, though.
- Well, let's find out.
- Cool. Crockett and Tubbs.
Help you?
- We're investigatinga homicide.
- Didn't happen here.
- We know it didn't happen here,
but there's a young boy bythe name of Oscar Guzman
who's been communicatingwith somebody here.
We need to findout who knows him.
- I don't talk tocops for two reasons.
One, my tenantslike their privacy.
Two, you're cops.
- Hey, you know what?
I've been lookingat your rates here.
- Oh, you want a room? See,that I can help you with.
- I see you got a price per day.
- Cheapest in the neighborhood.
- Thing is, you can'tdo that in Chicago.
I mean, you can ifyou're a registered
licensed vacation rental.
Fire insurance, homeowner'shazard, commercial liability.
Violation is...What is that again?
- Three grand.- Ooh.
- Per offense, pertenant, per day.
- What do you need?
- Whatever we want.
You go back there, you finishyour hoagie, call your mom,
I don't know. I don't care.
You stay out of our way.
But first, you tell me...
have you ever seen this child?
- No.
- Look again.
- No. I swear.
Just go do whateveryou gotta do.
- Appreciate that. You'vebeen most reasonable.
Take the second floor?
- Oh, less stairsfor me. I accept.
- Copy that.
Police!
Chicago PD!
Hey. What's happening,sir? I'm Chicago police.
I just wanted totalk to the res...
Hey, hey!
Yo, Ruz.
Male, six feet, blackjacket, north stairwell.
Big dude coming in hot.
- Hey. Chicago PD! Stop!
- You all right?
- Oh, I'm not gonnalie, I've been better.
- I got you.
- Damn.
Jeez.
The hell just happened, man?
- How's your head?
- Oh, my ego tookthe worst of it.
- What are yougonna tell the guys?
- I'm gonna tell them, youshould see the other guy.
Which is fully untrue.
- You guys ready?
- Go.- Do it.
- Ready? Chicago PD!
- Nobody home.
- Carlos Zapataro.
- Who the hell is that?
- Carlos Zapatarois Oscar's father.
- Father?- Yeah.
- How did this not pop before?
- There was zeroacknowledgement of paternity.
Zapataro, he's not even listedon the birth certificate.
- Yeah, but Oscar'smom confirmed it.
They had a quickfling 12 years ago.
- Guy's a small-timecareer criminal.
Drug dealer, not hookedinto any faction,
in and out of prison in Indiana.
- Oscar's had zerorelationship with his dad.
The guy's been a ghostin the kid's life.
- Until now.- Right.
And I'm willing to betthat the bag of drugs
and the gun belong to that man.
- All right, so let's proveit so we can clear this kid.
- So I'm gonna tell youwhat I think happened,
and then I want you to stop me
as soon as I sayanything wrong, okay?
Okay.
So your father movedfrom Indiana to Chicago,
and that's when y'all connected,
and I do believe that youjust wanted what every son
wants with their father...
A relationship.
Then y'all started meeting up.
One day, I imagineyou brought him over
to the basement of my building.
And you all could havejust been grabbing things
out of the storage unit.
You could have been showing him
all those cool-ass spidersthat are down there,
because I know that'skind of your thing.
And...
Your dad saw an opportunity.
I think he had an idea...
Let's make this wholebasement a stash house.
That's where the bag ofdrugs and the gun came from.
And I think you tried tokeep it a secret for as long
as you could, but youcouldn't help yourself.
Malik is like your brother.
That's your best friend.
So you wanted him to comedown there and have a look.
He wasn't supposed to touch it.
You didn't wannadisappoint your dad,
or want him to get mad.
So you tried to grab it back.
But what I do believe isthat you were playing...
And it went off.
Tell me what I got wrong.
Oscar, look at me.
Malik didn't make it.
He fought like hell,but he did not make it.
Now, right now, Ihave to tell you
how the system works, Oscar.
And in this system...
When a child iskilled like this,
somebody has totake the punishment.
And everybody involved hasto take accountability.
You've already done that part.
You do not deservethe punishment.
That doesn't have to be you.Please don't let that be you.
So tell me the truth.
Who does the bag of drugsand the gun belong to?
- I told you, itwas all my stuff.
The gun, the drugs.
It wasn't anybody else's.
- It's the dad.
Kid just doesn'twanna give him up.
He doesn't wanna disappoint him.
- All right, whatelse do we have?
- Nothing.
Zapataro's prints aren'ton the bag or the dope.
His car came back clean.
There's no DNA samplesin the basement,
and we can't place himthere in PODs either.
- Do we have any leads onwhere he might be running?
- Nothing on his BOLOs, cams.
West Side CI say they haven'tseen or heard a trace of him.
- Okay, so broaden it.
The guy has noroots in Illinois.
He's gonna need help.
- Hey, I got something.
Zapataro used his burner
to Zelle his landlordrent at that SRO.
That burner is pinging ata bar on Ashland right now.
- We've got him onaggravated battery of police.
Let's go.
- We still got agood ping, Sarge.
- All right, copythat. Keep eyes.
- Wait.
What...
- What's going on?
- We got a problem.
Sarge, the old blue caracross the street from the bar
is my father's car. Lew's.
- Why the hell would yourfather be in that bar?
- I don't know, Sarge.
- Okay, Kev.
Go get eyes. Confirm it.
- Damn.
- Yeah, Sarge, Lew andZapataro are at the bar.
They're in there together.
- Kev, does yourfather know Zapataro?
- Not that I know of, Sarge, no.
- Could they havecrossed paths in prison?
- No. Lew was in Illinois.
Zapataro was in Indiana.
Never in the same place.
- All right, Kev, call Lew.
Get him out of there.
- Hey. Can't talk.
Gonna have to call you back.
- No, Lew. We're outside.You gotta come out.
Come out, Lew.
- No, I can't do that right now.
Trust me. I'll call you back.
- No, Lew. Trust me.
Bring your ass outside.
Lew.
Lew!
- Bro, what thehell is he doing?
- I have no idea.
Sarge, Lew's not talking.
He's not coming out.
- All right, listen tome. We move real careful.
Kev, Kim, get in there.
Get Lew out.
The rest of us will surround.
We crash once we gotLew out and he's safe.
- How long are youplanning on staying?
- Two weeks.
- Oh, I'm gonna needmore than two weeks.
I'm gonna need, uh, Idon't know... two weeks.
I'm gonna need atleast, like, five.
I just need enough, youknow, just to tide me over.
- What you looking at?- Nothing, man.
It's just botheringme, you know?
I was just... justtrying to negotiate...
Hey, hey, hey, hey!- Hey!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!- Let him go!
- Stay calm. Stay calm. Go.
- All hell's breaking loose.
- Okay, we got theeast side exit.
- Going to the back of thebar. I'll hold down there.
- Drop that knife. Let him go!
- Get back, pig!
- Come on!- Get off of me, you...
- Let him go!- Okay. Okay.
Come on.- Get back, pig!
- Drop it. Let him go.
- Get back.- Drop that knife. Let him go.
Drop the weapon!
- Drop it!- Put your guns down.
I'm walking out ofhere, or he's dead.
- Drop the knife!Drop the knife!
- 50-21, got anoffender in custody.
51 and Ashland.
One civilian injured.
Roll an ambo and some cars.
- Copy, 50-21.
Ambo and backup en route.
- Hey. I got it.
- He needs real stitches.- Okay.
Let me talk to him for a second.
- Okay.
- I need you to make sense andtalk fast at the same time.
What the hell wereyou doing in there?
- You know, youmade it real clear
you weren't gonna do adamn thing for Oscar.
So I did.
I talked to an old celly.
He told me Zapataro waslooking for a place to lay low,
so I found him.
I told him I'd givehim a place to hide
if he gave me some dope.
I mean, that's whatyou need, right?
To prove those drugswere his product?
A sample of dopewould have done that.
- When the hell were yougonna give me that plan, Lew?
Huh?
We don't have any ofthat on the books.
You could haveviolated your parole,
and that could havebeen a lot worse.
- Did you even get the dope?
- No.
Because you stopped me.
So we got anythingto prove those drugs
belong to Zapataro?
Anything at all?
And that gun?
Anything?
No, I didn't think so.
We both did realgood for the kid.
- You fought with police.
You held a knifeto a man's throat.
I mean, you're gonna dotime, no matter what happens.
- So what do wehave to talk about?
- Your son, Oscar.
We don't want himdoing time too.
- What's that gotta do with me?
- Everything.
He's your kid.
We know it was your gunthat killed Malik Thompson.
We know it was yourdope in that bag.
You just gotta tell us that'sright, and Oscar goes home.
- Nope. Wasn't mine.
- Don't do that.- It wasn't mine.
None of it.
- Listen to me.
You're gonna do time regardless.
We're giving you alay-up right now.
It ain't gonna costyou a damn thing
to just let your son gohome and have a full life.
- You think I'madmitting to new charges?
- That is your boy.That's your son.
- I know you think thatmeans something to me.
It doesn't.
- So let me get this straight.
You're gonna letyour 12-year-old boy
do time for you?That's your decision?
- I guess so.
- So what have we got?
- Nothing new.
We tried the state lab, DEA.
We can't tie the insigniaon the dope or the cut
to any previous cases.
- Weapon's a bust too.It's a street gun.
It's bought andsold a dozen times.
- And no new hits on DNA.
- Then we're at thebottom of the barrel.
- Sarge.
We've still got one personthat can hand us the truth.
Hey, I need a minutealone with Oscar.
- I don't know about that.
- You can stay right therein the observation room.
You'll have it all on video.
Come and stop mewhenever you need to.
Please.
Time's up, Oscar.
Your dad's down the hall.
He's getting arrested,
and we're gonna haveto arrest you, too,
unless you give us thetruth about the bag
of drugs and the gun.
They were your dad's.
- No. They were mine.
Oscar, I need you tosee something, okay?
And I'm not showingyou this to hurt you.
I just wanna save youfrom a life of juvie.
I wanna save you froma life of thinking
that that man deserves you.
- It wasn't mine. None of it.
- Listen to me.
You're gonna do time regardless.
We're giving you alay-up right now.
It ain't gonna costyou a damn thing
to just let your son gohome and have a full life.
- You think I'madmitting to new charges?
- That is your boy.That's your son.
- I know you think thatmeans something to me.
It doesn't.
- So let me get this straight.
You're gonna letyour 12-year-old boy
do time for you?That's your decision?
- I guess so.
- If I tell you thetruth, will you stop it?
You're gonna send my dad away?
- Yeah.
I have to.
- Can I ask you one more thing?
- Anything.
- You think I couldstill visit him in jail?
- Zapataro's in for life.
I got Oscar to talk.
He said he saw his dad sellingover there in Fifth City.
We got some buyers toID him in the lineup.
So we did good.
- And Oscar?
- ASA agrees... Oscardidn't mean to hurt anybody,
so he's at home withhis mom and his sister.
Okay.
- Look.
That move to buydope off of Zapataro,
that was actually good.
I should have trusted you.
- All these kids inthe neighborhood,
they remind me of you.
What I missed.
That's why I've beentrying to help them.
I don't know.
Do something right this time.
- Well...
You gotta trust me too.
I told you we were gonnado right by that boy.
That's what we do.
That's what I do.
- Yeah. I see that.
Thing is, that part of you...
That didn't come from me.
We don't know eachother real well.
- Um...
How much you knowabout radiators?
Mrs. Banks up there in 3F,
she got a knock in her radiator.
I wouldn't know where to start.
- Gotta use the bleed valve.
- Bleed valve? What's that?
- When air getsstuck up in there,
it bumps up againstthe hot water.
That's the knock.
You gotta bleed it out,release that pressure.
Then you can startit up new again.
- Hmm.