Fugitive at 17 Page #3

Holly got Blake hooked on drugs.

She stole the drugs from

her sick grandmother.

You know for a fact that

Holly was a drug user?

Well, I just assumed.

Right. It's just that, um...

last year when they

were arrested, uh...

only Blake tested positive.

Holly admitted in court

to stealing the drugs

from her grandmother, and my

daughter had been suffering

from depression ever since!

Do you know if, uh, if Blake had a

boyfriend or if she was seeing anyone?

Not that I know of.

You don't think that... there

wouldn't have been anyone else

that she was expecting to see

at the party that night?

What I know, Detective,

is that Holly Hamilton took

my daughter to that party.

She gave her drugs that

she got from her home!

And my daughter didn't come back.

Sorry, I know this must

be very difficult.

We'll just give you a few

minutes, Mrs. Brooks.

Thank you for coming in...

Cameron?

So, Holly Hamilton is a con artist,

a drug dealer, and

there's a dead body too.

I want her ass off the streets,

and I want manslaughter.

Hold on. We can get

her on possession

and insurance fraud, but

I can't prove that Holly

was responsible for

Blake's death yet.

Here we go again, huh,

Detective Softie?

Mrs. Brooks, are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Let me see you out.

- Mrs. Brooks, I am so sorry.

- You shouldn't have

dragged her to that party

in the first place.

I didn't drag her. She

really, really wanted to go.

Look, you could have said no.

You two were on probation,

but you knew that and

you didn't care!

- I do care, Mrs. Brooks.

- Look. All I know is

that my daughter is dead!

And who's responsible! You tell me.

What do you want, Detective?

I need to know the truth,

Holly, about everything.

All right? How you're conning

the insurance companies,

about the drugs, about what really

happened to Blake last night?

We were not using drugs that night!

That man attacked her! The exact

same man who attacked me!

Blake Brooks was murdered.

Detective, I'm going to

advise Holly to take the 5th,

and not say anything more.

Well, if I were you, I'd

advise her to cooperate.

That is, if she wants to see

Grandma sooner rather than later.

Up yours, b*tch! I'm not gonna

cooperate if you don't want to listen!

- Let go of me.

- Officer. Holly, come on.

- Don't touch me!

- Please, Holly.

OK, that's enough.

It's over.

Book her.

Just have a seat right there.

Look, Holly, I get

why you're angry.

I don't know what I would've done if

my best friend had died like that.

Yeah, you seem pretty

sympathetic and understanding.

Sorry.

- Hey, Brent, what's up?

- Mom, I dropped my cell phone in the toilet.

I'm sorry. How exactly

did you manage to drop

your brand-new cell

phone in the toilet?

- What should I do?

- I don't know.

Don't flush?

Gimme the phone.

Hold on.

- Get it out of the toilet.

- I have to put my hand in the toilet?

- Who is this?

- Are you listening to me?

Open the back, take out the

battery and the SIM card,

vacuum the body, and stick

it in a bag of rice.

- You got all that?

- I think so.

Problem solved.

Uh, I'll talk to you

later, all right, Brent?

Wait, where's the rice?

Figure it out.

- Thanks for that.

- Sure.

If you confess...

it'll go a long way to

reducing your sentence.

All right.

Have it your way.

Something to think about,

anyway, tonight at juvie.

Thanks.

This isn't right...

What's with mixing the

adults and the minors?

That's a lawsuit waiting to happen.

- What else? Budget cuts.

- Pfft.

Hey, punkie. I'm talking to ya.

- What did they get you for?

- Nothing.

Me neither, man.

I didn't do nothing.

What did you do?

Borrow Daddy's car

without permission?

Did you b*tch-slap your boyfriend?

- What the hell?

- Back up!

- Stop the truck!

- Call it in, now!

- Get out!

- Right on time.

- Get out of the truck! Now!

- Van 47 to Base!

- 51-21 in progress!

- Get out! Hurry up! Get out!

- Unlock the door! Now!

- Don't shoot!

Hurry up! Let's go! Move!

Move! Move! Faster!

Unlock the door!

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Come on! Let's go! Let's go!

- Hey!

- All right.

Come on. Take these things off me.

- Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

- Let's go. Come on. You too.

- Let's move!

- Come on! Get out!

I have nothing to do with this! Can you

hear me? I have nothing to do with this!

- Shut... up!

- This has nothing to do with me!

- Let go of me!

- Listen.

Listen! The more of us that run,

the harder we are to catch.

You got it?

- Got it.

- He's got a gun!

Ah!

Run, b*tch! He'll shoot you too!

Come on! Let's go!

We got a 51-21. Corrections

van, just now.

- All of them?

- Yes.

- Even Hamilton? How?

- Yeah.

They had outside help, and

they shot the driver.

Oh.

What is going on?

What the hell is going on?

Oh.

Ah.

Backup is on its way,

Yep. Thanks.

That's weird.

- Going to the game tonight?

- For sure.

You know me, Blake.

I'm not gonna stop until

I find this bastard.

Hey, Billy, why won't you wait up?

We go to Tom Berry at

Philadelphia police headquarters

with breaking news.

While one escapee was

caught this afternoon,

two of the fugitives from

yesterday's daring escape

remain at large and

should be considered

armed and dangerous.

If you have any information

regarding the whereabouts

of these fugitives,

please contact the Philadelphia

police immediately.

I'm Tom Berry. Now,

back to you, Bob.

Ah... That was a rough one.

Oh, yeah...

- Are you gonna stay and close up?

- Yeah, I'll do that for you just...

All right. Ah...

- thanks, sweetie.

- Ha! Ha! Ha! I know.

Found you, Dan.

They caught the detainee

who was being transported

with Holly. A biker

type named Renee.

- Nothing on Holly?

- Nothing on Holly.

Hey... Sorry.

You can't sleep here.

You fell asleep.

Look, you seem innocent enough,

but we get cops in

here late at night.

It doesn't look good.

- You finished?

- Yep.

Just give me a second,

I'll run up the bill.

Thanks.

Do you want dessert?

- No, I'm stuffed.

- OK.

Oh... when I get

home, I'm so tired,

he has to cook.

Is that right? Send

him over to my place.

Next time, use the crosswalk!

Hey, Dan.

Holly?

How... how, how did you get...?

I need your help.

I need your help.

What are you working on?

I'm just going over the transcript

from Holly's first Q&A.

Have you had any luck finding

this mysterious "Dan"

- she keeps mentioning?

- No. No, I haven't.

- Hm. Well, keep on it.

- Where are you going?

I am gonna go talk to Grandma.

Well... good luck.

Yeah.

"Having a great time in Belize.

Wish you were here.

Love, Holly." Hm!

Do you have any idea where

she actually is, Mrs. Hamilton?

I wouldn't tell you even if I knew.

What I do know is she

is out there alone,

being hunted by you

people unfairly,

because there is no way

Holly killed her friend.

It's my job...

to investigate and

collect evidence,

- but I'm not judge and jury here.

- Then collect the evidence!

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