- Aw, come on. - No. I don't want any beer, please.
Drinking's fun.
Everybody's doing it.
Uh, no. I feel--I feel sick. Please, please, no. I--
I'll take care of you.
- You will? - Yeah, of course.
Have another one.
- No, just leave me-- - Come on. Just come here.
D--does this mean you like me?
- Of course I like you. - I--okay, um--
You want some more?
There you go.
Ella!
Help! Somebody help!
It's all right. Everyone stay seated.
Arturo, how did this happen?
I didn't do it. I didn't do anything.
Mr. Cordova, call the nurse and the Monsignor.
Yes, sister.
Ella? Ella?
Benson, Amaro.
This is Monsignor Kiaga from-- Blessed Savior.
Nick? NYPD finally got you into a suit?
- Yeah. - Uh, is everything okay, father?
I'm not sure.
A 13-year-old from his middle school is pregnant.
- She have a boyfriend? - No.
You understand, father,
we're gonna be lookin' into everybody in her life.
That's why I came in.
You can't be too careful these days.
Agis quod agis.
Amen, father.
Catholic school Latin.
It's basically, "don't screw up."
Where's the girl now?
Given the circumstances,
I had her taken to the child advocacy center.
Okay, I'll head over.
Amaro, why don't you go with her?
Captain, she's 13.
She doesn't need two detectives in her face,
she'll be overwhelmed.
His Spanish is slightly better than yours,
and the girl lives with her Puerto Rican grandmother.
Doctor said the girl presented without any signs of abuse,
her hymen is intact, there's no signs of external trauma.
And she won't say who the father is.
Poor girl must be scared out of her mind.
There's Ella. She's clinging to her grandmother.
Could be why Ella won't open up.
Wait, just give me a minute.
Aside from the Spanish, abuelitas love me.
He's your new partner?
Uh, no.
I'm just showin' him the ropes.
If she was hurt, I won't forgive myself.
- Mrs. Mendez. - Okay.
It's just the two of you in the apartment?
Yes.
Her mother, she died when Ella was five.
Well, you've had to carry a lot.
My daughter was wild. Always in trouble.
Pregnant at 15.
I told Ella, "don't be like your mother."
She knows to wait for the right man,
for her prince.
I didn't have sex.
First of all, you're not in trouble.
But we do need to find out who did this.
Nobody did anything.
Well, somebody got you pregnant.
Did they tell you not to say anything?
No.
It wasn't like that.
Okay, so why don't you tell me what it was like?
Ella, whatever happened, this wasn't your fault.
My grandmother told me how babies are made,
and I know how I got this baby.
Okay, so you can tell me.
You wouldn't believe me.
Ella, whoever it is, whoever hurt you, I promise you,
they're never gonna be able to hurt you again.
Just tell me who it was.
It was God.
I didn't have sex.
This baby is a miracle.
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Ultrasound confirmed it.
Ella Mendez is at least eight weeks pregnant.
What, with an unbroken hymen? Is that even--
It's not that unusual.
And she still refuses to name the father?
She's protecting him or she's scared.
Either way, it's somebody she knows.
What about the school. Any allegations?
Grandma said plenty, a few years ago,
but Monsignor Kiaga came in, he cleaned house.
He's one of the good guys.
All right, all due respect, Nick,
but I'm gonna have munch double-check that.
Why do I always get the priests?
So who are the adult males in her life?
Well, the grandmother doesn't date,
and she swears that no other men have access to the apartment.
- Relatives? - Ella's father's estranged,
so minimal contact. Even so,
Fin, Rollins, go talk to Ella's father.
Benson, Amaro, go to blessed savior.
If Ella has a secret, maybe she confessed to her friends.
I send my check every month,
and if her grandmother says I don't, she's lying.
That's not what this is about.
The girl's in some kind of trouble?
When's the last time you saw "the girl?"
Five months ago? I don't know.
Mr. Marais, do you know if Ella has a boyfriend?
I have no idea.
What'd she do? Your daughter's pregnant.
What does that have to do with me?
Wow, usually when a father hears
his 13-year-old is pregnant, he loses it.
I barely know her, okay?
Ella's grandmother never forgave me
for knockin' up her daughter.
Don't you care about your daughter?
Have you seen the girl?
I'm not even sure she's mine.
13-year-olds today.
We try to keep them innocent,
but we're losing them to the kardashians, and lady gaga.
Well, uh, Ella seems pretty sheltered.
She was one of the good girls. That's why this is so shocking.
Yeah, she's still a good girl, sister.
We're all concerned, but if anything did happen,
it wasn't someone here at blessed savior.
You're sure about that?
We pay very close attention here.
Close enough to know how she got pregnant?
Sister, did you notice any changes in Ella's mood recently?
She seemed happier.
You know, a few weeks ago,
I heard her singing to herself in the stairwell.
Ella?
The only boy she thinks about is Prince William.
She talked about the royal wedding all the time.
So any boys into her?
Arturo. He follows her like a puppy.
Arturo.
Came in the middle of last year,
always sits next to her,
and when she passed out, he freaked.
So he likes her, but she's not into him.
Yeah, like that.
Arturo's always puffin' on his inhaler.
He wasn't gettin' with no girl.
And which one is he?
Arturo? He ain't here right now.
Both their seats been empty since she got sick.
Thanks, kid.
One name came up, and it sounds like a long shot--
Arturo?
He's not truant.
I told the school, Arturo was up all night. Asthma.
Sorry. So Mrs. Rivera,
we just have a few questions about Ella Mendez.
Is Ella okay?
You two friends, Arturo?
Is Ella in trouble?
Excuse me.
I'm sorry, uh, may I trouble you for a glass of water?
- Of course. - Thank you.
Is Ella sick? She wasn't at school today.
Well, neither were you.
What, you texted one of your friends to check up on her?
Are you gonna tell my mom? She doesn't like me texting.
No.
Nah, I don't need to tell your mom,
but, uh, man to man, Arturo, I need to know,
is Ella your girlfriend?
I'm her best friend.
Any other boy she hangs out with?
Just me.
Does she ever talk about a teacher,
maybe a friend's father?
- No. Nothing like that. - Oh.
If there was, you could tell me.
Okay,
but I don't know anything.
I swear. Okay.
I need to get my inhaler.
Here. Here you go.
This kid may know something.
His chest tightened up when I started to push.
Whoever got Ella pregnant,
both those kids are scared of him.
Huh. Munch just got a hit off the database
on one of her teachers.
Luis Cordova,
science teacher for the past five years at blessed savior.
There's a complaint against him?
Not exactly.
So what did this guy do?
Rose from the dead.
Come on, kid. Watch and learn.
Our condolences, Mr. Cordova,
according to city records, you've been dead for 15 years.
Okay, I can explain.
- We're all ears. - Luis Cordova is my Uncle.
What's your real name?
- Diego Ramirez. - Diego,
explain away. Jumped bail?
Is there a warrant out on you? What's goin' on?
No. Necesito un abogado?
Not if you didn't do anything wrong.
You're legal, right?
- Yeah. - All right,
so I'm goin' to guess
Diego can't get a school job because he has a record.
I shouldn't have one. I swear,
but I'm on the sex offenders registry.
Oh, this gets better and better.
For us, Mr. Diego, not for you.
How'd you make the list?
I was 19. I had sex with my girl on prom night,
two days before her 17th birthday.
Her father knew somebody. He pressed charges.
Sexual misconduct.
They banged me around so bad in prison,
I got no sense of balance. I still can't even drive.
Five years I paid lawyers to get my name removed,
I used up all of my savings.
I couldn't get a job.
Well, you just lost another one, Diego.
You see Arturo or Ella bein' terrified of this guy?
Look, that's the thing about pedophiles,
they know how to make people trust them.
I don't like him for this.
There's 100 ways onto that list, there's no way off.
Well, he's a convicted sex offender
who used an assumed name to get a job teaching minors,
including Ella. Go talk to her.
He'll wait.
So tell me about your teacher.
Mr. Cordova likes talking about gross stuff.
Dung beetles, maggots, slug slime.
Yeah? Anything else icky about him?
I don't know. Maybe.
Ever been alone with him?
Yeah.
Want to tell me about it?
He's the one.
He had sex with me.
I didn't say anything before.
I was scared.
Okay. When?
Um, a couple months ago, at his house.
How did you get there?
In his car? Yes, after school.
He said I was so pretty, he wanted to be alone with me.
You know, Ella, Mr. Cordova doesn't own a car.
He can't drive.
- But-- - So he's not the one, is he?
Will you tell me who it is?
Did he send you those?
I got them for myself.
"To Ella, still dreaming of you."
No name.
Who sent you the bouquet?
Ella, was it a boy from school?
Arturo, maybe?
What? No.
The man I'm going to marry is rich and handsome.
I'm gonna be his princess.
Thank you so much.
Ella was sent roses from a Madison Avenue florist.
A Fleur De Tois.
Wonder what Upper East Side prince is sending roses
to a 13-year-old in Washington heights.
I don't see a record of that delivery.
Well, why don't you check again, we'll wait.
We're a high-volume boutique.
We send dozens of bouquets a day.
To 187th street?
Even if I could find the record,
I can't reveal a client, my boss would kill me.
Look, there's no florist/client privilege, okay?
And the flowers were sent to a 13-year-old girl.
Oh.
Don't you people usually need a subpoena?
Okay. Have it your way.
But we'll also call the department of finance,
and they'll be combing through your boss' taxes
for a few months.
Wait, look, look, friend,
we need to do our job, right?
And you need to protect yours, I get that.
You don't even say the name.
All right, we just happen to see it on your screen,
and I swear, this never comes back to you.
Thank you.
Very nice.
No wonder he didn't want to talk.
Let's pay prince charming a visit.
Easy, detective,
I think we need to loop the captain in on this one.
Ambassador Andrew Raines sent Ella Mendez roses.
Eight weeks ago, right after she got pregnant.
Billed to his account.
The florist didn't want to give him up.
The New York royal family strikes again.
Oh, come on.
He's about to announce for his father's old senate seat.
Do we really think he's having sex
with a 13-year-old from Washington Heights?
You're right, captain, doesn't have to be him.
Could've been a brother, a cousin, a nephew.
All right, that's enough.
Coif you haven't beener, paying attention, hew.
It's been a bad couple of months for NYPD and the DA's office.
This is a very sophisticated family with unlimited resources.
So be thorough, but be discreet.
NYPD, I'm detective Olivia Benson.
If this is about Tripp, he's still in school.
Tripp? Uh, no, actually, we're here to see the ambass--
Ambassador? Hi.
- Excuse me. - Um--
Ambassador.
Hey, how you doin'?
Detective Amaro. This is detective Benson.
I'm sorry, I tried to tell them--
What's going on, sweetheart?
Uh, we need to speak with your husband.
Probably be best in private.
My wife and I have no secrets.
Okay, in that case, we need to know
why your husband sent roses to Ella Mendez.
Oh, please.
What, a floral delivery scandal on the day we announce?
Ella Mendez is a 13-year-old girl.
She's pregnant.
Do you, uh, know this girl?
Did she say she knows me?
I-- I meet a lot of people,
and these flowers, dozens of staffers access that account.
Any one of them could have sent them, for any number of reasons.
The maid has your card?
So if we hear anything, we'll call you.
Thank you.
- That went well. - You know, the housekeeper
assumed that we were there about Tripp, their son.
Maybe we are.
I thought New York kids didn't drive.
They don't drive, they're driven.
Oh.
Yo, you guys missed a sick rager.
The girls there were so hot.
- Well there he is. - Oh, hey man, what's up?
All right, I'll give you a call.
Hey, Tripp Raines!
We need to talk to you.
Go wait by the car, I'll be there soon.
So what's up?
Want to ask you some questions
about your little chuchita , Ella Mendez.
You remember her, right?
I know she'll never forget me.
Yeah?
Make you feel like a man when you popped her?
I threw her some charity, okay?
Excuse me, detectives.
I have to take Mr. Raines home.
I remember you.
You used to work major case.
Briggs, right?
He's not in custody?
No.
You're done now.
Little punk thinks he can't be touched.
I wonder why.
Yeah, we're at the apartment.
All right, check back later.
Tripp's her prince.
He's the same age as Ella? There goes statutory.
He's a sophisticated player, she's a pregnant little girl.
Getting into a town car?
Where are they goin'?
She doesn't look too happy about it.
Ella, por favor--
Ella!
Ella. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Let go of her. I don't want to.
- Are you okay? - Please help me.
What's the matter? Let go. What's the matter, sweetheart?
- I don't want to go. - Go where?
I want to keep my baby.
Oh, my God.
So Ella, whose idea was it for you to get an abortion?
He said if I got the abortion,
we could be boyfriend-girlfriend.
Now is Tripp the only boy that you've had sex with?
Yes. Once.
When?
Fourth of July.
I went to a party at his house.
Arturo was invited, he said I should come too.
Arturo? How does he know Tripp?
His mom worked as their maid.
Okay, so you went to the party.
Then what happened?
I'd never been in a house that big.
Tripp came over to Arturo and me to say hello.
He was so nice.
Nice how?
Everyone was drinking jungle juice.
I told him I don't drink.
He got me lemonade.
He showed me his parents' room.
Two bathrooms.
It was like a palace.
Then he showed me his room.
- The two of you were alone? - Yes.
He had a king size bed.
He brought me more lemonade.
I was dizzy, so he said I should rest on the bed.
Okay, and then what?
It's kind of fuzzy.
He was kissing me.
He put his hand down my shirt.
And what did you do?
I told him we shouldn't,
that my grandmother would be mad.
And what did he say?
He said, "don't tell her."
He said I was hot, that he liked me.
Okay, Ella, what happened next?
He pushed me down on the bed.
He pulled down my skirt.
And he put it inside.
Ella, did you want him to do that?
No. It hurt.
Did you say no?
Yes.
I remember I was crying, 'cause that's when he got mad.
He said it was my fault, that he couldn't stop.
He asked me if I wanted him to like me.
Do you remember what happened next?
When he was done, he said that I should clean myself up.
I tried to find Arturo, but he was gone.
I took the bus home.
And then the next day Tripp sent you roses.
He wouldn't do that for just anyone.
Right?
Okay, counselor, there's not much doubt there.
I don't know.
What do you mean, you don't know?
She's describing a rape.
A jury won't think so.
Sexual misconduct, if we're lucky,
and with his legal team, consensual.
Are you kidding me? She's 13.
So is he, so technically, that means--
That he got her drunk.
The lemonade was spiked.
She was a virgin, she said that it hurt.
She was crying, she said no.
There was no outcry afterward. He sent her flowers.
Even Ella told you that she thought
they were gonna get married.
That's his game. I mean, he knows
how to take advantage of girls like this.
Do you have any way of backing that up?
Ella has changed her story three times.
We can't even prove that she's carrying his baby.
I mean, unless you want
my office to compel a fetal DNA test.
No, no, no. It took a long time to earn her trust.
I'm sure it did.
What the hell's that supposed to mean?
Counselor? What the hell does that mean?
Uh, I'll go jump on the, uh, CAC paperwork.
Be back in a few.
Look, Olivia, okay, I understand
you've been going through a lot.
Oh, no. Don't you dare patronize me.
You're off.
What I saw, your anger pushed her disclosure.
I'm off? You know what I see?
Is an ADA who's too afraid to follow the facts
because the family has too much muscle.
You and your office have lost your nerve.
Come on.
Hey.
What's wrong with these people?
How could they not see?
She's not gonna press charges.
Wait, wait.
Tell you what.
Let's pay the Raines a visit before they find that out.
Try and get Tripp to tell us his side of the story.
If she said that he forced her, she's a liar.
I mean, girls throw themselves at my son all the time.
So when they wind up pregnant, you pay for the abortions?
That's another lie. She's making all this up.
Maybe, but unless we talk to Tripp,
her accusation's the only version we have.
I told you, talk to my lawyer.
Look, ambassador, you trust your son?
- Mm-hmm.
Let us talk to him before the DA digs in.
- I think you should leave. - Kathleen, please.
You got five minutes, with us in the room.
- Okay. - And it's off the record.
Deal.
Tripp! Tripp? Tripp?
My husband's a politician. He wants everyone to like him.
I don't.
If you people think you're gonna take this girl's fiction,
and hurt my son,
you're gonna go down hard.
Uh, Tripp's out.
He's studying with his friends.
He should be up in his room.
I'll call the DA's office in the morning.
Hmm? Mmm.
Have a nice evening.
She seems pretty worried about Tripp.
And he is too.
He was just covering. Kid's not in a study group.
He's on the run.
No sign of Tripp or Raines.
Unmarked car sat in front of his townhouse all last night.
He never came home.
But the family hasn't reported him missing.
What about the other residences?
Well, there's been police presence
at their homes in Aspen, Martha's vineyard, East Hampton,
so far he hasn't showed.
I just got a call from the Raines' family lawyer.
He's worried I'm about to indict Tripp.
And that leverage upsets you, counselor?
Wait, wait, wait, hold on. Back up.
Does this mean his folks know where Tripp is?
What are you talking about?
Kid's been awol since yesterday.
The lawyer didn't say anything about Tripp being gone.
Because the family's trying to buy time.
Detectives, someone to see you.
Thank you for coming in, Mrs. Raines.
Something's happened to my son.
I don't know where he is,
and neither does our alleged security.
Is it possible that your husband does?
No. Andrew and I don't have any secrets.
This situation with the girl is--
I know that you think that Tripp is to blame.
It's really hard on him, growing up in the spotlight,
but he's not a bad kid.
When is the last time anyone heard from your son?
After school.
Um, Briggs brought him to his 4:00 fencing lesson,
and he told Briggs that he was gonna walk back.
He's 13.
He's out there all alone.
We're gonna find your son, Mrs. Raines.
All right, look, Tripp's cell records from yesterday.
Lookie here,
3:45, an outgoing call to Washington heights, Inez Rivera.
- Arturo's mother. - Mm-hmm.
Liv said she worked for the Raines'.
Well, if Tripp's on the run,
the heights would be a good place to go.
- I'll call Liv. - I'll call.
I'm sergeant.
- So where is he? - I told you,
I don't know where he is.
And the last time you spoke to Tripp?
- Week ago? - Yeah, try yesterday,
for 15 minutes. We have his cell phone records, son.
Why did Tripp call you, Arturo?
Look, we think he was in a jam, because of Ella.
Did he ask you for help?
He just said he wanted to come visit.
I waited for him, but he never showed.
Back up.
How do you know him?
I mean, your mom took you there when she was workin'?
Is that-- - no, I lived in that house,
my whole life. Now I'm here.
Oh.
Oh, now I get it.
- What? - Why he called.
Why you cover for him.
Look, you brought Ella to a party at his house,
but you didn't tell us about that.
- No-- - Are you still lyin' for him,
- Arturo? - No.
What, so you can stay friends with him, is that it?
- No, it's not like that. - Then what is it?
I'm done helping him, he's a jerk.
I'm glad he ran away.
Miss Kathleen must be worried sick.
It sounds like you two were close.
How long did you work with the Raines family?
15 years.
Wonderful woman.
She gave us clothes, Tripp's old laptop.
- Are the two boys close? - Si, very.
He and my son were born a month apart, they grew up together.
I really wish I could help you,
but I just don't know where he is.
Can you think of some place
that he might go if he was upset or scared?
He and my son used to play cowboys and Indians in the park.
I could never get them home for their baths.
Little boys, little problems. Big boys--
- Benson. - We got a hit on Tripp's AMEX
from three retail stores on bleecker.
For the last hour he's had an open tab
at pistols and petticoats on Christopher Street.
We're on our way.
Christopher Street?
Yeah, let's go break up a comin' out party.
We're lookin' for Tripp Raines.
Oh, little sweetie in the grey? He's got the open tab.
Celebratin' two of his buddies just got married.
Legalization. It's about time.
Tripp Raines.
Tripp Raines!
- Yo, Tripp. - What?
- Come with us. - Oh, come on.
What'd I do?
Usually, people turn around
the first time their names are called.
- Let's go. Let's go! - Okay!
You know this kid?
Never seen him before.
Maybe you saw his body.
I swear on those hazelnut eyes of yours.
I found the stuff in Central Park.
Where in Central Park?
The ramble, under a bridge.
And what were you doin' there?
Giving a tug and chug
to some middle-aged breeder in a grateful dead T-shirt.
So no one can verify your story.
It's not like he paid with a check, honey.
Honey? I'm tellin' you.
Sorry, I get nervous, I get nasty.
You got a reason to be nervous, jace?
I didn't kill anybody, I mean, what's the big deal?
Lost cards are insured, right?
Come on. You gonna show us where that bridge is.
Come on, get up.
He's got plenty of ways of makin' money
without having to roll a kid.
If he knew how hot that card was, he wouldn't open a bar tab.
Okay, say he is an opportunist.
That means anyone could have gotten to Tripp first.
In the ramble? That place is a labyrinth.
You need an army to go in there and find him.
Then get one.
Have the Central Park sergeant call a level one mobilization.
I want aviation, K-9, divers in the lake.
Detectives!
Over here.
As police recover the body of 13-year-old Tripp Raines--
There is no suspect at this time
in the brutal murder of Tripp Raines--
The body was found in the gay cruising section
of Central Park.
- Over here! - Mr. Raines!
- Right here!
- Mr. Raines! - Mr. Raines?
Mr. Raines, one quick question.
- Was your son gay? - Step back.
Those, uh, reporters, uh,
saying it was gay sex,
my--my son is not gay.
We don't think that's the reason that he was there.
It was a robbery. You said his wallet was stolen.
Mr. Raines, um,
there were a lot of blows to his head.
Can you think of anyone that might be angry at your son?
You're saying someone who knew Tripp did this?
That-- that's not possible.
Can you tell us about Arturo Rivera?
Arturo?
Uh, our housekeeper's son?
He's a--he's a sweet kid. Why?
Well, as far as we know,
he was the last person to talk to Tripp.
Arturo's mother worked for you until recently.
Did you fire her?
Uh, no. No, it was nothing like that.
Why did she leave then?
Off the record? Immigration issues.
With my campaign, I have to be above board,
and we cleared it up, paid the back taxes.
I gave her a very generous settlement.
Is it, um, is it possible
that her son still carried some resentment?
Yeah, I suppose it's possible.
But there's no way Arturo did this.
You sound sure.
He's small for his age.
He's slow, he doesn't have the physicality.
Tripp was an athlete!
Everything he did, he was--
he was a star.
I don't care how great an athlete Tripp was,
Arturo looks good for this.
- All that rage. All-- - Just over a girl?
I don't see it.
No, something else put him over the edge.
I mean, that story about why his mom was let go.
I mean, does that ring true?
No.
We did some digging at INS, captain,
Inez Rivera,
she's been a naturalized citizen for over 15 years.
So Raines was lying.
Not about the settlement. Six months ago
he wired a quarter of a mil into her savings account.
Now that's a healthy severance.
Uh, there's more.
It turns out that her co-op was purchased for her last march.
All cash.
I traced it back to another Raines family trust.
People like Raines forget the help's even around.
Maybe Inez stumbled onto something
he didn't want to get out.
She doesn't strike me as a blackmailer,
she seemed genuinely concerned for the family.
But she's a single mom.
I mean, she cares for her son more.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. She wasn't always a single mom.
On the kid's birth certificate, she lists a husband,
Ricardo Rivera, as the father.
Well, what happened to him?
Well, let's find out.
They got divorced five years ago.
And on the divorce certificate,
they both state that they had no children together.
What, so he was Arturo's dad when he was born,
but eight years later, they both say that the kid's not his?
Well, that's a good reason to get divorced,
and for Arturo to be angry.
A settlement. It's not severance.
It's child support.
We just want to figure out
what happened to your friend Tripp.
I swear, I don't know.
I'm not saying you do.
But we do know you were the last person he talked to.
I told you, he said he wanted to come over to my--
I know what you told me, Arturo.
I just don't see someone like Tripp
askin' to come up to Washington Heights, you know?
I mean, he'd expect you to meet him, right?
Arturo, you had your cell phone yesterday, right?
All day?
We have Tripp's, and that means
that we'll be able to track where both of you were.
We're going to find that you met him in the park.
Aren't we? Yeah.
So what did Tripp want, Arturo?
He said he needed to talk to Ella,
but he wasn't allowed to call her.
He asked me to bring her.
How'd Ella feel about that?
She was excited.
She packed a bag. She thought they were goin' away together.
That wasn't Tripp's plan, was it?
No.
He was really mean to her.
He started yelling, why didn't she have the abortion?
Who did she think she was?
Ella started crying. Her makeup got all messy.
Tripp said she looked like a cheap whore.
You don't use that word, mijo.
Ella, she's your friend, right?
I wouldn't let anyone treat my friend like that.
I told him to leave her alone.
Yeah, but, Tripp, right?
He's used to getting his way, right?
He said this is all my fault.
That I never should have brought that...
Girl to his party in the first place.
He said it was up to me to take care of it.
He took out his wallet.
What, he gave you money?
I wouldn't take it,
so Tripp pushed me down and rubbed my face in the dirt.
He said he didn't care how much it cost,
that I'm gonna make sure she gets rid of the damn baby.
He threw the money on the ground,
and started to walk away.
After you tried to help him.
You can't just give people money
and pretend they don't exist.
You mean the way
Tripp's father paid you and your mother to go away?
Arturo, what did you do?
I'm sorry, mommy.
Arturo,
tell us what happened.
I picked up a rock, and I threw it at him.
It hit his head, and he fell down.
I picked up the rock and I hit him again.
Mijo.
Arturo, did Ella see you?
I told her to run.
I made her promise not to tell.
Ella was my friend.
That was my house.
Ella said he could've made her a princess.
I could've made her a princess.
That's right.
You're a Raines too.
I'm a Raines, just like Tripp.
What are you talking about?
I know all about it.
When did you find out, Arturo?
After new years, I-- I thought I heard them in--
I heard them in his bed.
I bought one of those home tests at the drug store.
- A paternity test? - I saw it on tv.
I used his toothbrush, I mailed it in,
the results came back.
That was my dad.
Did you show it to him, Arturo?
Only one time.
He got really mad.
That's why we had to move away.
Did you know, mommy?
Why didn't you tell me?
I didn't want you to get hurt.
Arturo,
did you tell anyone why you had to move?
No.
He said if I did, we'd lose the new apartment.
Anyway, I didn't care.
He was the only one I wanted to talk to about it.
Tell him now.
I mean...
Pretend he's out there,
behind that mirror.
I just wanted you to call me your son.
I just wanted you to say you love me.
Why couldn't you?
I'm your son too.
What did you do?
It didn't mean anything.
Our son is dead.
- Kathleen-- - No, don't!
Don't touch me.
I couldn't tell you.
- Stay away from me. - I couldn't hurt you.
I didn't want to hurt our family.
Kathleen, I'm sorry!
Sync by Adriano_CSI, corrections by Alex1969 www.addic7ed.com