Who is brave enough to tackle this problem?
Let's go, girls.
Somebody show some initiative.
Angelina.
Oh, hell, no.
I know you can do it.
Now get up here and solve this thing.
You better get that chalk
out of my face.
(classmates snickering)
(heavy sigh): Okay.
Open your workbooks to Chapter Four
and work quietly.
Yeah, right.
(indistinct chatter) Quietly.
(chatter fades)
(students whispering)
That was awesome.
Excellent work, Malia.
I'll take that.
Who wrote this?
Malia, come with me.
All of you girls,
stay in your seats.
Wait here.
I want to know who wrote this now.
WOMAN: She was discovered
missing at bed check Tuesday evening.
We searched the entire facility, outlying area,
and there's no sign of escape,
and nothing we found indicates violence.
You mean, besides the death threat.
Any idea who wrote the note?
No, that's why I called you.
I need this dealt with quickly and aboveboard.
Any problems we should know about?
Two murders, three suicides,
six reported cases of sexual assault,
all in the last
year and a half.
Well, what about escapes?
Six in the past year.
Pardon me for asking this, but how do you still have a job?
This all happened before my time.
I took over five weeks ago to clean up this place.
Did Malia have any problems with any of the other girls?
No, she was a model resident.
Well, you don't go to juvie for making honor roll.
She had served 13 months on an 18-month
sentence-- DUI, vehicular manslaughter.
Prior to that, she had some minor drug offenses,
some truancy issues.
She grew up a foster kid
until she was adopted three years ago.
Hey.
Let me ask you-- who's this?
That is Malia's sister, Clare.
Her boyfriend was seriously injured in the accident.
Fourth passenger was killed.
The sisters walked away unscathed.
Did you find anything else?
Well, she likes to read,
and she likes to clean her teeth.
SAMANTHA: Hmm.
Guys, I found something. I need you
to come with us, too.
This place isn't exactly Alcatraz.
It's not supposed to be.
Our goal is incarceration without confinement.
MARTIN: Well, you've got it half right.
Is this system armed?
Yes, always. Open the door, please.
There should be an alarm.
I don't know how this happened.
I'll tell you how it happened.
(sighs)
Someone disconnected the contact switch.
They stripped the wires, and then they twisted them together
in order to keep the circuit closed.
How many people have keys to this door?
All the staff.
ELENA: So Malia rigs the alarm,
steals a key, and walks right out the door.
Or whoever sent the note followed through with her threat
and carried her out.
Hey, Sam went to run background on the girls,
and Jack called Malia's parents, okay?
What about the visitor's log?
Viv's on it.
Are you brushing up on your algebra?
(chuckling): It's a seating chart.
You know, according to the teacher,
all the girls were sitting in their assigned seats
when, uh, Malia received the note.
How was attendance?
Hundred percent.
Let's see if we can figure out who wrote the note.
That got handed to me, and I passed it on.
So what?
So, did you have a problem with Malia?
If I got a problem with someone, I don't write them a note.
That ain't the way I do things.
Right.
Apparently, the way you do things involves
slashing people with a metal ruler.
Like I said, I don't write notes.
She was real quiet.
You keep to yourself as much as Malia did,
and folks start to think you're hiding something.
MARTIN: You know, your file says
that you're affiliated with La Raza.
So? So,
Malia didn't have a gang to back her up,
which makes her an easy target.
I actually liked the girl.
There's plenty in here who deserve worse than her.
So, who wrote the note, Michelle?
(sighs)
I don't know who wrote it, but, uh...
I know where it came from.
ELENA: All roads lead back to you, Angelina.
I found the note on my desk.
It wasn't addressed to me, so I passed it on.
Okay, so where was it on your desk?
Look, I got nothing to say.
The girl y'all should be talking to is Jamie.
Oh, yeah?
What's Jamie's relationship with Malia?
They're like a lot of girls in here-- gay for the stay.
It's not like that.
Malia and I are just friends.
And she's a foster kid, too,
so she gets it. Gets what?
Being in the system and all that.
I mean, at least she was adopted,
and she had her sister.
But, you know, we're not criminals.
I mean, I was put here on runaway charges,
and her thing was a total accident.
Did she ever confide in you?
About what?
I don't know-- any kind of trouble that she was in?
If she had any enemies, anything.
Well, I mean, everybody here has got enemies.
Jamie, look, if you know anything,
or you've seen anything, you need to help your friend.
All right, a couple of days ago,
they brought in a bunch of high school kids,
like a "Scared Straight"
kind of thing, where we talk about life decisions...
Whatever. It's something to do.
My name is Malia.
I should be a freshman in high school, but I'm here.
This is Jake Hollingsworth.
I killed him
and ruined everybody's life-- his parents,
my parents, all of our friends...
My sister's boyfriend, Charlie, can, like...
...barely walk 'cause of me.
The police and judge sent me here
'cause that's what I deserve.
But it doesn't change anything.
'Cause even when I get out of here,
(teary): Jake will still be dead...
...and I'll still be the one who killed him.
That'll never change.
Can I go now?
Yes.
(muffled whimpers, loud thudding)
(speaking quietly)
Give it back!
Bitch.
Michelle Vasquez?
Yeah. Now, did Malia
tell you what they were fighting about?
No. She said I'd be better off not knowing.
ELENA: Martin,
they're bringing Michelle down.
Look what I found in her mattress.
Well, you think it's a weapon?
Nah, it's not filed down enough to do any real damage.
It can be a work in progress.
Let me see that.
Maybe it's not a weapon.
Are you looking for a vent?
Yep.
Gangs like to brand their products.
Didn't you find strands of dental floss in Malia's stuff?
Yep. It looks like the same size.
Hey, any luck identifying the girls from La Raza?
Gang intelligence gave us five girls, all of them alibied out.
Let me guess-- the little angels were napping.
No, four of them were in separation for a fight
and one was recovering from a diabetic seizure.
What about Michelle Vasquez?
She admits to writing the note, but she denies anything else.
If Malia stole drugs, she'd know La Raza
was coming after her, right?
So what if she just escapes?
Or she took the drugs herself and overdosed.
Where's the body?
The alarm was disabled, right? Mm-hmm.
Anybody could have moved the body.
She's passed every drug test she took since entering Barkley.
When was the last time she was tested?
Six weeks ago.
A lot could happen in six weeks.
She stole drugs?
Does that surprise you?
No, I just wish it did.
We thought Barkley would help her.
Oh, come on.
You know, you give her a choice and she will make the wrong one.
You think a lifetime of bouncing around foster homes
had anything to do with that?
Yes, of course.
But her sister has managed to do very well.
They're different people, Mark.
How are they different?
We adopted the girls three years ago.
Clare has always been very cautious and very reserved.
But Malia is a risk-taker.
She's fearless.
On your visit three days ago,
what was her state of mind?
She actually seemed to be thriving.
But this last visit did not go well.
Where's Clare? I thought she was coming.
She has her hands full with Charlie.
His pain's getting worse.
Listen, I've earned
enough good behavior points for a weekend furlough.
And all you have to do is tell Director Haskell
you want to take me for the weekend.
Out of the question.
Why? It's just a weekend. This isn't about you
earning enough points for a weekend jaunt.
This is about you taking responsibility for your actions.
I am! I'm doing great in here.
My-my grades are good. It's just two little days.
The answer is no.
But I've earned the points. I need to get out of here.
Calm down.
No, you calm down!
I deserve to get out of here!
Calm down. Malia.
This isn't fair!
I am hard on her because that's what she needs.
She ever ask for a furlough before?
No.
JACK: She's been in there 13 months.
Why now?
Why was she so desperate to get out?
She's impulsive. You know, when she doesn't
get what she wants, she just throws a fit.
It's more than that.
I think she's lonely.
She misses her sister.
All right.
Now, she received a visit
from a man by the name of Robert Pervis.
Ever heard of him?
No. No. Do you think he's involved?
We're tracking him down.
Custodian walked in on Angelina Torres
taking a handful of pills in the bathroom.
What kind of pills?
Nurse pumped her stomach and found a large amount
of the anti-ulcer drug, Misoprostol.
Attempted suicide by anti-ulcer medicine?
That's a new one.
Yeah, I don't think it was suicide.
That drug is very common in illegal abortions.
Really? Yeah.
You have an explanation for girls getting pregnant in here?
The only men these girls have contact with are the guards.
Hey.
So where are you from?
Bronx.
Okay, pero tu familia, de donde es?
Mi familia fue El Salvador.
Que lindo.
Are they here?
My father is.
Angelina, we really need your help here, okay?
He made me have an abortion.
Who?
The guard.
What's this guard's name?
Officer Watson.
Angelina, did he rape you?
No.
He pimped me and a couple other girls
to guys on the outside.
Okay, was Malia involved in this?
She came to me the other day.
She wanted in.
Shut it!
That thing you told me about-- I want in.
I thought you weren't interested.
I changed my mind.
Look at her.
It's not like dinner and a movie with these pigs.
It can get real nasty.
I can handle myself.
Why do you think Malia wanted in?
I don't know,
but she was supposed to turn her first trick
the day she disappeared.
VIVIAN: Amanda Washington,
Laura Revis, Katie McDonald.
Any of these names ringing a bell?
Yeah.
They're all juvenile offenders.
They're all children that you've been using as prostitutes.
Troubled girls with troubled minds--
they will say just about anything.
I want you to write it down.
Write what down?
The name of the individual that you sold Malia to.
I don't know anything about that.
And I got nothing to say.
You are running a child prostitution ring.
You forced a girl to have
a near-fatal abortion.
That's attempted murder and sex trafficking.
She tell you that?
No, I'm telling you that!
And you are really starting to piss me off!
Now, we can start talking about this
or we can call in the lawyers.
I will put this in the hands of the U.S. Attorney,
and he will be more than happy to tack on a murder charge.
Is that what you want?!
It wasn't about... hooking.
She said she was gonna give me a grand
if I could get her out for a couple of hours.
I saw her outside her class, so I made the move.
Wait here-- I'll be 15 minutes.
If you screw me on this and try to run,
I'm gonna turn out your little friend Jamie.
I've got some clients that are perfect for her.
Son of a bitch!
(gunshots)
(engine starting)
(tires squealing)
And so, what, you just left her there?
What am I gonna do, get in a gunfight?
You nasty piece of...
Hey!
I waited for her at Barkley, but she never showed.
What was her business at the high rise?
I have no idea.
What was the address?
544 West 43rd Place.
Hell's Kitchen.
My sister's been shot? We don't know.
Some neighbors reported shots from the alley.
The police responded,
but they didn't find anything.
Oh, my God.
VIVIAN: Now, the address is 544 West 43rd Place.
The CPS file says that
you both lived there, with a foster family,
four years ago. Yes; with the Wexlers.
JACK: We checked.
They moved two years ago.
Do you have any idea why
she'd go back to that building?
I don't know.
Clare, don't protect him.
Protect who?
Doug Barry.
Who's that?
CLARE: He lived down the hall from us
when we were staying with the Wexlers.
He's a jerk; he's nobody.
He's a scumbag drug dealer.
Malia hated him. Charlie.
Just tell them what happened.
I'd just graduated from high school...
(groans)
Get used to that, college girl.
I will never get used to that. Ew...
What?
I don't know. I'm just proud of you.
Got into college! That's awesome!
Yeah, it is pretty sweet.
Just don't forget about me, all right?
Hey, this is just phase one of the master plan.
I'm paving the way for both of us.
You keep your grades up and we'll get an apartment together.
Mm, I don't see me going to college.
I do, and I'm not giving you a choice.
In the meantime, you'll be sleeping
on my futon every weekend.
Okay.
I was totally right about you two.
Doug, what are you doing here?
Shouldn't you be, like,
at a grown-up party, since you're 22?
I love kids, what can I say?
CLARE: Hey, what's this?
DOUG: It's a happy pill.
What does it do?
It makes you happy. Take it.
(Malia laughing)
We're celebrating, right?
Yeah, but I don't think... Yeah, but nothing.
You don't always have to be a goody-goody.
Come on, let's have some fun.
Bottoms up.
I've been looking everywhere for you guys.
You guys are being antisocial.
Come on.
Let's go. Okay, come on. Come on!
After a couple of hours, we were out of our minds.
I just wanted to go home.
I found him lying facedown in the bushes.
Oh, what a lightweight.
Thanks, Jake.
I'm kind of toasted myself.
Can I have a ride?
Sure, but I can't drive.
I got it.
You sure you're cool to drive?
Cooler than you'll ever be. Give me the keys.
Malia blamed Doug for the accident.
She said he gave us some bad stuff.
But she didn't tell the police that he provided the drugs.
He said if we ever told, he'd kill us,
and Doug doesn't care; he'd do it.
(knocks on door)
Excuse me.
I need to talk to you.
Okay. Uh, excuse me.
What's up? The shop owner saw Malia get into a car with an older guy.
Did he get a description?
Better-- he got plates.
What is he, a cop?
Neighborhood Watch. He saw an older guy,
younger girl-- he figured it was solicitation.
Curt Hollingsworth.
Sound familiar?
Malia killed his son in the accident.
You received a collect call from a pay phone
in Hell's Kitchen at 9:15 p.m.
I'm not denying that.
We also have a witness who saw Malia get into your car.
Yeah, she called me.
So I went downtown and picked her up.
Oh, right, right, 'cause of course, she'd call the guy that,
quote, um, "hopes your wasted life is filled
with the same emptiness I wake up with every day."
These are your words from Malia's adjudication hearing.
That was then.
I'd just buried my son.
I was a little angry.
You work your anger out on her?
No.
Look, when I lost Jake,
everything fell apart-- my wife and I,
we... we couldn't help each other.
I-I couldn't work because I couldn't get out of bed.
What's that got to do with Malia? I was desperate.
I needed something, anything.
So, about a month ago, I went to see her.
VIVIAN: Well, your name didn't appear
on the visitors' log.
I used a $50 fake I.D.
Robert Pervis.
Yeah.
I-I didn't think she would see me.
So, what, you just ambushed her?
No. I just wanted to talk.
There's pictures of Jake all over the house.
He's smiling in every one of them.
That kid, he, uh, he smiled for his driver's license.
What was the last thing that he said?
He said...
..."I love this song, turn it up."
Then what?
Then he...
rolled down the window and listened to it.
What song was it?
I don't remember what it was called, but I remember...
it sounded really good and he really did love it.
(voice breaking): Yeah.
I told him a million times
to call if he was ever too drunk and needed a ride.
(sniffling)
Why didn't he call?
Because he had a ride. With a drunk girl.
He knew better than that.
He should've known better.
I should've made him know that.
It wasn't Jake's fault.
And it definitely wasn't yours, either.
I think about you... a lot.
I do.
I used to, uh, pray that you were miserable.
But I could never bring myself to hate you.
I tried.
You're the closest thing that I have to my son.
(exhales)
I want you to promise me something.
I want you to promise me
that if you ever need anything, you'll call.
No questions asked.
Just call.
Okay.
She was the last person to see my son.
I need that connection.
Assuming you're telling the truth: What did she want?
She needed a ride to Metro North,
so I took her to Harlem and 125th
Street Station. Which line?
I didn't ask.
Any idea what she was doing? No.
All right, so let me get this straight.
A 15-year-old girl escapes from juvie,
calls and asks you for a ride,
and you don't ask her what's going on?
I promised I'd help her, no questions asked.
I honored that.
Hey, Danny, I spoke to Transit.
They're pulling all ticket receipts for single rides
and they're posting Malia's picture.
What about the security video?
We're downloading it right now.
Here's what I got for you.
If she got on the Metro North
rail at 125th and Harlem,
we're looking at three possible lines:
Hudson, Harlem, and New Haven.
Well, all of those lines have dozens of stops.
And connecting rail service, transfer points...
She could be anywhere. (phone ringing)
Give me one second. Delgado.
Okay, yeah, good.
They've got Doug Barry.
They're bringing him in right now.
Where's Malia Norton?
In prison, last I heard.
Did I make some kind of FBI most-wanted list
or something, hmm?
I got to call mom. She's going to be so proud.
Don't forget to mention the manslaughter charge
while you're at it.
I didn't kill anyone.
We have sworn testimony that says you provided the drugs
that caused a fatal car accident.
Now, in New York State,
that's good enough for manslaughter.
She was at your apartment, moron.
What happened?
I was just cruising in my crib
when all of a sudden she went Aeon Flux on me.
Hey!
Where's my sister?
Shouldn't you be locked in your cage, hmm?
I got out to see you.
Ooh! I get it. This is a conjugal visit.
What's this?
What my sister owes you.
I said cash. I don't want this schwag.
That's $2,000 and you know it.
It's $1,200-- tops.
Okay, fine, I'll get more.
Just leave my sister alone.
Me leave her alone?
She's the one blowing up my cell every two hours.
That girl went professional dope fiend, like, six months ago.
I finally had to cut her ass off.
Of course, now that you're starting to settle her tab,
I'll start returning some of those phone calls.
You stay away from her!
Take it easy.
What are you going to do?
I said...
stay the hell away
from Clare.
(gun clatters)
I chased after her, but she was ghost.
Now, why would you lean
on Malia to pay off Clare's drug debt?
I didn't. I thought she was still in juvie
serving her sister's time.
What are you talking about?
Malia should have never got locked up.
(distant, indistinct conversation)
MALIA: You cool to drive?
Cooler than you'll ever be.
She wasn't the one driving when they wrecked that car.
I didn't see that one coming.
That's your little sister.
She looks freezing.
That's because she was. It was about 40 degrees out.
And this is her arriving at the Pelham stop,
which is right by your apartment,
so we know that she came to see you.
I've told you 50 times I haven't seen her.
I want you to find her.
I would tell you. I swear, I would tell you.
There are some things you haven't told us, isn't there?
Like what?
Like the fact that you were driving
the night of the accident.
Clare...
you made your sister take the fall for you
and then you turned your back on her.
I didn't make her do anything.
CLARE (screaming): Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, Charlie, wake up!
Oh, my God, Charlie.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God, Malia!
Malia, oh, my God.
Oh, my God, he won't move.
The door won't open.
Oh, my God, Charlie.
Malia.
Oh, my God.
The door won't open.
He's not moving! Help me!
Jake's dead.
What?
He's dead.
What are you-- Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, I killed him.
What did I do? Charlie!
Charlie, wake up.
Clare. Charlie.
Clare, you've got to listen to me.
Listen to me. No, no, no.
Stop it, Clare, stop it.
Listen to me, listen to me, Clare.
No, Charlie, please wake up. Clare, listen to me.
Listen to me: You didn't do anything, okay?
I was driving.
What?! They'll be easy on me-- I'm a minor.
No! No way! They'll send you to real prison.
I don't care.
I don't care about anything. Clare.
Clare, you won't be able to go to college.
Remember, the master plan?
The apartment?
Remember?
I don't...! Listen, listen.
I'm only going to go away for a little while. No.
I did this, I did this!
Clare, listen to me!
No, no, no, no, no, Clare! I was driving.
You have to do it this way, okay? Okay?
I was driving.
She seemed so sure it was the right thing to do.
God, she's a baby.
This whole thing is my fault.
Yeah.
It is your fault.
Now you need to tell us where she is.
I don't know. Maybe she came by
your apartment because she was sick of doing your time
and sick of paying your drug debts.
What?
How did she find out that
you owed money to Doug Barry?
Because I told her.
Mom and Dad said you deferred your enrollment
to college. It's not a big deal.
What?
The whole reason I'm here
is so that you can go to college. Okay, I'll enroll
next semester-- I didn't come here to get lectured.
I need a favor.
I kind of screwed up.
Remember that savings bond the Wexlers
gave you? For college?
Yeah, how much was it for?
About $3,000.
Why? I just need it.
What's going on with you?
Nothing.
You're using.
Whatever. It's not a big deal.
I owe somebody, like, 2,000 bucks.
$2,000?! Who?
Doug Barry.
It's just painkillers.
Charlie's doctor won't give him enough.
You know how psycho Doug Barry is.
You have to pay him. If I could pay him I wouldn't be here.
I didn't mean it like that.
Does it look like I have money?
I don't have anything.
I am in here all by myself and you're a junkie.
It's not like I meant for this to happen.
I took all the crap for you!
All the anger and meanness everybody has
about the accident, it's all on me!
I took it all for you!
Forget it; this was a mistake. It's not your problem.
I didn't know she'd break out.
(phone rings)
Well, you didn't give her much of a choice.
Yeah.
DANNY: Martin, it's me. Listen,
I'm in Clare Norton's apartment. Is Charlie Wilkes
still with you? Yeah, we still have him.
Good.
I found a clump of red hair
wrapped around the wheel of his chair.
There's tissue,
there's blood attached to it.
Right.
I got it.
Charlie, this is Agent Fitzgerald.
Hello.
What's the matter?
I'm having a migraine.
(door slams)
Need some aspirin?
Aspirin doesn't help.
Yeah, nothing works, does it?
The migraines, the back pain...
But Clare takes care of you, huh?
We take care of each other.
Right, by pumping enough Oxy
into each other to kill a mule.
Look, if it's possible, I'd like to do this later.
Later?! (chair legs screeching)
Later?! No, it's not possible.
We found Malia's blood and hair in your bedroom.
I didn't do anything. MARTIN: Yes, you did, Charlie!
Malia showed up and threatened to take Clare away from you,
and you killed her.
Yeah, I have to lie down. My head...
Where is she, Charlie? Shut up!
Do you have any idea what it's like in Sing Sing
for a guy with your limitations?
You are going to be the poster boy for "Bitch of the Month."
I don't know what happened.
I was asleep.
Clare?
Clare, wake up.
Clare, wake up!
What the hell are you doing here?
We need to call an ambulance.
She's fine. She'll wake up.
Call an ambulance, Charlie.
And then what?
What are you talking about?
I know Clare was driving that night.
She told me.
I lost it at first, but now I understand why
you guys lied, and I'm fine with it.
This isn't about you, Charlie.
She's killing herself!
Yeah, well, going to prison isn't going to help her.
Could we just talk about this for two seconds?
Charlie, move. I can't do this without her.
Look at me.
I can't lose Clare.
All you have to do is five more months
and this whole thing is over.
No, it's over right now.
I'm calling the police. Charlie, move.
She was just so irrational
and I wanted her to calm down so we could talk this through.
Where is she, Charlie?
But then she wouldn't wake up.
What did you do with her?
I put her in my chair and used the service elevator
to get her down to the storage room
in the basement.
Malia!
Go check in there.
Malia!
I got her!
Let's get a medic in here!
Hey.
I'm Martin, I'm with the FBI.
You're safe now, okay?
All right, let's get you out of here.
Okay.
All right.
I got you. Hey, come on.
Easy.
I got you. Okay.
There we go. Okay.
You're safe now.
MARTIN: Let's hold up, guys.
Oh, my God!
Look at you.
I am so sorry!
I love you.
All right, Clare, she needs to go.
Can I go with her?
No. No, you can't.
First you need to straighten some things out
with the district attorney, regarding the accident.
Okay.
All right, let's go.