"We are so proud of you, Gail." "But most importantly, be proud of yourself." "When you first came here to Shield House, you said that you had nothing." "No home for your kids, and no hope." "But now you leave us 152 days sober... and a new apartment and a good job." "I know it's not much, Tyra, but "thank you" just won't cover it." "Thank you." "Oh, and Breck gets one, too." "Where is he?" "Right here, Gail." "My babies and me won't ever forget what you and Tyra and everyone of you all have done for us." "Thank you." "You shouldn't." "I mean, I feel silly accepting thanks from any of you." "Talk about heroes." "How hard you all work to lift yourselves up, to make yourselves better." "It really inspires me to want to do the same." "But enough about me." "You go, Gail." "( cheering )" "( door closes )" "Yeah, yeah." "All right, bye." "How's it coming?" "Nothing yet." "Well, Danny just called from the guy's apartment, which happens to be on Park Avenue, by the way." "Yeah." "There's no car in his assigned spot, and the doorman hasn't seen him in two days." "Let me ask you something:" "what's a guy who lives on Park Avenue doing in the South Bronx?" "Community service." ""Possession with Intent" landing him in jail for 30 days, plus 500 hours, which he completed a month ago." "Really." "So why's he still here?" "That's a very good question." "Wait, wait." "Stop it right there." "Is that him?" "Yeah, that's him." "Five hours before he went missing." "Looks like he has company." "Wonder what he has in the bag." "JACK:" "Mr. Mulligan, we're not even sure it's a kidnapping at this point." "Well, what else would it be?" "You name it." "It could be any number of things." "Did your son talk about any problems that he had lately?" "No." "Not that I know of." "Have you seen this man?" "Uh..." "No, I don't think so." "Let's talk about your son's drug history." "Well, when he was 16 his mother died and I..." "I didn't keep him at home." "I let him go back to that, that boarding school, and the worst bunch of spoiled ne'er-do-wells that you've ever met." "So all those misdemeanors prior to his Class B felony was because of a bunch of high school kids?" "No, I'm just saying that that's where it got started." "But he's a good boy." "That's why I had to get tough on him." "I just wasn't going to pull strings for him anymore." "Dad!" "Hey..." "This is a total setup." "( whispers ):" "Just be quiet!" "These cops are idiots." "Yeah, well, those idiots have you on possession with intent, Breck." "That means jail." "Yeah, well, not if I didn't do it." "Look, I was at the club." "I grabbed someone else's coat." "Just no more excuses." "Now wasting your life is one thing, but I will not let you kill yourself." "Kill myself?" "Look, let-let's just get out of here." "We'll-We'll talk about it over breakfast." "No, we're through talking." "I'm not fixing this, son." "Not this time." "What the hell are you talking about?" "I'll cover your legal fees and your basics thereafter." "We'll give it a year, more if necessary." "You're cutting me off?" "You need to grow up, Breck." "You need to prove to me that you deserve all that you've been given." "Until you do, you're on your own." "Deserve?" "Like-Like you deserve?" "What the hell have you ever done with your life?" "I never embarrassed my family." "Yeah, right." "Hey, Dad." "Oh, come on, Dad." "Oh, come on." "You-You can't do this, Dad!" "No, Dad, come on!" "Plea..." "It was the hardest thing I ever did, I think." "But I'd like to think that it did him some good." "So just how cut off was he?" "Well, I keep a roof over his head, but no more weekends in Vail on the platinum card." "Hmm, that sounds tough." "Regardless of what you two may think, it was a rude awakening for Breck." "But he's making a go of it." "He sounded great last time I talked to him on the phone." "And what was that call in reference to?" "He wanted money." "$45,000." "For what?" "Well, he said it was for Shield House, but he didn't get it." "Your son is a repeat offender." "Did you think it was for drugs?" "Well, the thought had occurred to me, yes." "Hmm." "SAMANTHA:" "Does he look familiar to you?" "I don't know, it's-it's kind of hard to tell with this." "We're wondering if it might be drug-related." "Oh, I doubt that." "If anything, Breck counseled some of our residents." "Um, how many do you have?" "It varies." "Right now, we're at 32 women with 26 kids." "Some of these women have, um, criminal records, right?" "Drugs, prostitution." "A few, yeah, but they would never hurt Breck." "You seem pretty sure about that." "Put it this way." "Our women come to Shield House to start over." "They're not about to invite more trouble than they've already had." "What about abusive husbands, dealers, pimps?" "They can't be happy about these women running out on them." "No." "No, and they can be a problem, and Breck did have a run-in with one of those guys." "But that was almost two months ago." "Why don't you tell me what happened?" "Understand, Breck wasn't very helpful at first." "He was nice enough, but not big on getting his hands dirty." "Until that day." "Breck?" "Breck, what the hell's going on?" "Tyra, this is only temporary." "This guy came in." "I tried to stop him, but..." "No." "Where's everybody going?" "The shelter." "What?" "Look, everything was fine until this drunken maniac came in." "Hey, hey, hey." "Can I help you?" "Where is Maritsa?" "Maritsa?" "Wait." "Is-is she expecting you?" "Yeah, sure, get her out here." "Yeah, she's in a workshop right now." "Don't you "workshop" me, maricon!" "Tell that bitch to come down here." "Look, hey, hey, look, man, look, I understand." "You understand nothing!" "You know what?" "Don't lay your hands on me, puto!" "Whoa!" "( man grunting )" "Get off me, bitch." "Get off me." "Dana, call 911." "I'll kill your ass." "The cops took him away, but one of them went upstairs to talk to Maritsa and stepped right through that hole in the floor." "Oh, no." "And the next thing I know, the city building inspector is here, and someone from the Health Department." "They're making us shut down six units until we can fix these violations." "Oh, God." "No." "This will cost a fortune." "It'll be okay." "No," "Breck, it won't." "Nothing's okay about the shelter." "GIRL:" "Breck?" "Breck, do we really have to go?" "No." "Well, I mean, yes, but you won't be..." "But I don't like the shelter." "BRECK:" "I'm sorry." "Here, you keep her." "The shelter's not safe." "You keep her here." "I will." "And I'll make sure she's very safe, okay, Loretta?" "Okay." "You start the repairs." "I'll get the money." "That's the day he really got it." "He understood the work that we do, what we mean to these families." "And I know he felt responsible." "How much money are we talking about?" "Almost $90,000." "That includes plumbing and carpentry." "How much did Breck raise?" "He was getting close." "He showed up with almost $25,000 that first week alone." "But eventually the money did slow down, and... well, he kept chipping away at it, but those families are still in the shelter." "Where was he getting all this money from?" "His rich friends, I guess." "All right, I'm gonna need a list of those donations." "Also, any information you had about Maritsa's husband." "Sure." "Okay, so Felipe made bail the next day, and I can't seem to make out enough of this guy's face to catch any resemblance." "They're both ugly." "Yes, this is true." "How is that donor list coming?" "Well, it's okay, except for one thing." "That first 25 grand Breck raised, it came almost exclusively in banker's checks." "Now, after that, he started showing up with, um, cash donations." "Cash?" "Yeah, totaling $31,000." "And it's listed as" ""In-kind Gifts from Anonymous Donors." See that?" "All right, so... so let's say Breck taps out his friends, borrows cash from this guy... and gets killed for not paying him back?" "Don't think he got killed." "You can't squeeze money out of a dead man." "So, uh, esta hombre, uh, usted... saw him tres noches pasado?" "( speaking Spanish )" "( continues in Spanish )" "Pardon..." "Pardon, pardon, menos rapido, por favor." "( man continues talking ) Good, you're back." "I'm dying here." "( continues in Spanish )" "Un momento, por favor." "Un momento." "Doing great, gringo." "Keep going." "Gracias." "I think he said something about three white guys jumping out of a car." "SUV." "SUV." "Yeah." "Okay, um... y, uh... y cuantos pesas, senor?" "Uh, you just asked him how much he weighs." "I did?" "You did." "Cuanto pesos?" "No." "Que paso?" "Que paso." "Okay." "( speaking Spanish )" "( speaking Spanish )" "What the hell?" "Get off me!" "( tires squealing )" "Just ask him if he saw the plates, please?" "( speaking Spanish )" "( speaking Spanish )" "The first three letters of the plates were P-D-H." "Textbook kidnapping." "Get off me!" "AN ( Elena speaking Spanish )" "Ah, gracias." "Okay." "We got a hit off a partial plate from DMV." "Champagne Escalade ran a red light on the East Side eight minutes after Breck was abducted." "I love photo tickets." "Say that when you get one." "Well, this one is registered to a Todd Kipling from Scarsdale." "He doesn't look like a Todd." "Yeah, well, she doesn't look like a Todd either." "You're kidding me." "What is this, FBI traffic school?" "ELENA:" "Why was your girlfriend in such a hurry?" "First of all, Heidi's not my girlfriend, so I'm quite available." "Oh, that's a shock." "SAMANTHA:" "Why don't you tell us what was the hurry?" "We were late." "I didn't even know I ran the light." "Heidi, that's not what this is about." "We have a witness who saw that car involved in an apparent kidnapping that same night." "( chuckles ) No." "That was a total goof." "A goof?" "Totally." "Like a prank." "Was Breck in on it?" "No." "Why would I ruin the surprise?" "The party was for him." "So it was a surprise party?" "Yeah." "Or in Breck's case, more like a surprise intervention." "We hardly see him anymore." "He's so busy with that charity." "Not that we didn't support what he was doing." "We've been friends forever." "Since boarding school." "Yeah." "Breck and Todd." "But we go back even further." "Breck's like a brother to me." "Please, just call him." "He'll tell you, it's no kidnapping." "Why don't you just tell us a little bit more about this so-called intervention." "I planned the party, and Todd thought it'd be a fun way of getting Breck there." "BRECK:" "I don't have any money!" "You may think I do, but I don't!" "Stop!" "This is cruel!" "Okay, okay." "Oh, son of a bitch!" "You guys!" "What the hell?" "!" "Oh, my God!" "Come on." "You should have seen your face." "You scared the crap out of me, man." "HEIDI:" "Well, we wanted to see you, and God knows you never call us anymore." "BRECK:" "Yeah, well, after this, you wonder why?" "How any self-respecting spoiled rich kid can lower himself to ask those crusty old blue bloods for money is beyond me." "Yeah, well, it's beyond me, too, man." "I can't stay, guys." "What are you talking about?" "You're not going anywhere." "No, we got the whole place to ourselves." "Everybody's in there waiting for you." "You're the guest of honor, man." "You picked, like, the worst possible night." "Oh, but, Breck, come on, we miss you." "I don't miss you guys." "Yeah, you do." "Yes, you do." "No, I don't." "He didn't stay long." "Where do you think he was going?" "I don't know." "Was he high?" "Was he looking for drugs?" "I wouldn't know." "I mean, that's not my thing." "It's not your thing?" "I'm looking at your record here." "DUI 2002, '04, '05, a visit to the Betty Ford Clinic just this year." "Hey, that is privileged information." "You have no right..." "Your privileges have been revoked in here!" "Now look at this picture." "Clearly, you are driving this vehicle, probably under the influence, and your license has been suspended indefinitely." "Now, if I put this in the right hands, you are looking at serious prison time." "Just call Breck, please, and he'll tell you." "I would, if he wasn't missing." "Missing?" "Yeah, missing." "I don't know anything." "I..." "He wasn't in a good place." "He had been on an upswing, but he wasn't that night." "ALL:" "Whoo!" "Whoo!" "( laughing )" "What is wrong with you?" "!" "Where do I begin?" "It's been a bad couple of days." "A month ago you were on top of the world, preaching the joys of philanthropy." "Which proves I can suck the joy out of just about anything." "That is not true." "You love what you're doing." "I can tell." "I love what I'm doing, Heidi, but not what I did, not at all." "What are you talking about?" "BARRY:" "Yo, Breck, this one's got your name on it, man." "No, Barry, no, no." "He's cool." "Come on, like old times, dude." "Breck, no." "No, Breck." "Why not?" "Who cares, anyway?" "Wait, do you want some food?" "You should eat something." "Look, I'm not hungry." "I got to go." "Go?" "!" "Go where?" "Look, I'll be back." "God... is there a pay phone around here?" "!" "I don't know." "So it was drugs?" "He's my friend." "And it didn't worry you that your friend never came back?" "Why would it?" "I just figured that he went home." "Okay, Heidi, we need you to write down the name of the club, the names of your friends and anybody else who may have seen him that night." "Look, I'd be more than happy to help, but that's a lot of numbers." "Yeah, well, just get your Treo out and get busy, Blondie." "Mr. Mulligan?" "Any word?" "No, not yet, sir." "Look, if you'd rather be at home, we can always call you as soon as we know something." "Let me ask you something, Agent, uh..." "Fitzgerald." "Fitzgerald." "I was shown a photo of a man earlier, some kind of surveillance from Shield House." "Right." "Do you think you recognize him now?" "No." "But-- and I only thought about this afterwards-- my son had asked me for money." "Yeah, I was aware of that." "I'm sure that wasn't easy for you." "All his life, I'd said yes to him, whatever he wanted." "The one time I say no, we end up here." "I just want him back." "I know you do." "Thank you." "Omar's Dungeon confirmed that Breck's friends stayed there till closing with Todd Kipling picking up the check." "For wealthy people, they sure know how to slum it." "Yeah." "Anything from the pay phone?" "It shows six calls between the hours of 10:00 and 12:00, all 212, 917, and there's one 203 lasting less than a minute." "203-- that's Connecticut." "New Canaan." "And it's to an E.M. Danforth." "Why does that ring a bell?" "Hang on." "All right, here she is." "She didn't call us back." "$10,000 from personal trust of Elizabeth Manning Danforth, dated 2/28/06." "Oh, my poor Breck." "I had no idea." "He was last seen before he placed a call here at 10:23 p.m." "Oh, my God." "And here I thought he'd just gotten distracted by work." "What do you mean?" "He said he was running late, and when he never showed," "I assumed he'd gotten busy with the charity." "Miss Danforth, I wanted to ask you..." "Betty." "Please." "Okay, Betty, was Breck in the habit of making late-night visits?" "Occasionally." "Is that a problem?" "So what exactly was going on here?" "We had a brief relationship several years ago." "How old was Breck?" "Younger." "We both were." "But then the world got a bit too small, so we decided to go back to being friends, until a month ago." "What happened a month ago?" "We bumped into each other at a Guggenheim function." "He was trying to raise money, and feeling for him, I... we had a few drinks." "( cork pops )" "So your next donation will go to repair these walls and this corridor, and..." "I completely suck at this." "( chuckles ) Oh, I've seen worse." "I got to get this money, Betty." "I mean, you should see these kids." "This girl, she gave me her doll to keep until she can move back in." "Look, I'd write you another check, but my accountant already thinks I gave too much." "Maybe next month." "I know." "You've been so great." "Give me a hand, won't you?" "Sorry." "( chuckling ):" "It's quite all right." "Don't let Sotheby's give you less than $6,000." "No, Betty, I couldn't." "I insist." "Take it." "Only this time, let's be discreet." "No." "I-I..." "I don't know." "Don't know what?" "We're both adults who've done it before." "And you want to help those kids, right?" "Hmm?" "( unzipping )" "So the relationship is back on?" "DANFORTH:" "I wouldn't say that." "I mean, believe me, I'm intensely fond of Breck." "It's just... more of an arrangement now." "How often?" "Once, twice a week." "So it's safe to say that these in-kind donations are from you?" "I'm not that generous." "There's others?" "Oh, it's possible I may have bragged just a little." "So Breck was pimping himself out for charity." "Oh, that's such an ugly word." "VIVIAN:" "Well, what word would you use, Mrs. Danforth?" "Escort." "That's what he is, an escort." "We just don't happen to go anywhere." "You still on hold?" "They play the worst Muzak ever." "Is there good Muzak?" "( groans )" "So I figure if a gigolo leads to lonely women, some of those lonely women got to have husbands." "I'm gonna cross-reference the Shield House donor list." "See what I can find out." "Okay." "No, I'm here." "Yes." "Yeah." "Okay, and when was that?" "All right, thank you." "We don't have to worry about this one." "He clear?" "He's dead." "Killed by a rival gangbanger two weeks ago." "Oh, Felipe, we hardly knew you." "Okay, look." "I've been going over this Sotheby's list of everything Breck sold them, right?" "There's jewelry, silver, watches, net worth over $30,000, but the interesting item is a vase worth close to five grand." "Because it was part of a set, Sotheby's put a call in to the previous owner to approve the sale." "And who was that?" "That would be one Clayton Whitney, Esquire." "Uh, sorry to stop by so late, Mrs. Whitney." "What happened?" "Is it my husband?" "What, he's not here?" "No, he..." "What is this about?" "We're looking for Breck Mulligan." "Who?" "Mrs. Whitney... did you pay Breck for sex?" "I don't know what you are talking about." "It must have hurt." "Breck give you that shiner?" "No, no." "Breck would nev..." "So much for "Breck who?"" "Why don't you tell us about your relationship with him." "There is no relationship." "Tell me." "What happened?" "He, Clayton, he..." "Clayton did this to you?" "He knows about us." "Sotheby's called him." "He put it together." "He went crazy." "He wants a divorce." "A divorce?" "But I don't care." "He can have one." "No, no." "Look, it's just..." "It doesn't matter, Breck;" "I have you." "Me?" "We don't have to sneak around anymore." "I don't know how to say this." "I am so sorry." "No." "You have nothing to be sorry for." "Yes, I do." "Listen." "I've never thought of us as anything more than... what we've been doing." "I thought you understood." "Oh." "Get out." "I'm so sorry, Carol." "That was..." "three days ago." "Clayton's been in the Hamptons ever since." "SAMANTHA:" "Have you spoken to Breck or your husband since then?" "JACK:" "Is it possible that your husband was pissed off enough to hire somebody to kill Breck?" "No, I don't think so." "Then again, I never thought he would hit me, either." "I'm going to need that address in the Hamptons." "Right." "Yeah, I'll take care of it." "Unbelievable." "What?" "That was Danny calling from Whitney's place out in the Hamptons." "His alibi check out?" "Yeah, he completely denies going after Breck, but he does admit that he called Shield House to let them know what Breck was up to with his wife." "MARTIN:" "You knew full well what he was doing to raise money." "Yes, but..." "But what?" "You just forgot to mention it?" "I was scared." "I can't have you shutting us down." "We're not interested in shutting you down." "Well, maybe not you, but 85% of our funding came from church groups." "If word of what he did got out, that would be gone, and we would be done." "And I can't let that happen." "Even if that means us not finding Breck." "Look, I love the guy, but I have to think of Shield House-- the women, the kids." "All right, so you got a call from Mr. Whitney telling you what Breck was doing with his wife?" "No, that's not how I found out." "Breck had come in because he knew it had to stop, but he had to admit it to me first." "Is that the best way that you can think of to raise money?" "By sexing up a bunch of old rich women?" "!" "Look, we needed the money, Tyra." "Like there aren't other ways to get it?" "When that little girl Loretta looked at me..." "I mean, she..." "I had to do something." "She needed me." "And if what you did gets us shut down, then where does Loretta go?" "I..." "I just wanted to help." "This could ruin us." "I won't let it." "Look, I'll stop, and I will make it right." "I don't think you can." "You have to let me try." "Please." "I need this place." "He had done so much for us." "I just couldn't say no." "So what was he planning?" "He had five or six in-kind donations that he hadn't cashed in yet." "He was going to return them." "I guess it was his way of undoing things." "And did you happen to get a look of any of these in-kind donations?" "Didn't want to." "He had them in his bag." "Hmm." "Right." "Anyway, that's where he was going that night... to make things right." "Okay." "Elena, I need you to run a name for me." "What, your computer broken?" "Can you be nice, please?" "All right, Nazar Rahim, of Bay Ridge, Brooklyn." "What's up?" "Remember that vase that Mrs. Whitney gave to Breck?" "It was part of a set." "Exactly." "What happened to the other vase?" "I don't know." "Sotheby's has no record of it." "Neither does Christie's." "So I started to call the pawn shops." "There's this place called First Rate Collectibles that purchased the matching vase from a Nazar Rahim for $800 two days ago." "Is that a coincidence?" "Hmm." "i don't think so" "Check this out." ""Narcotics, narcotics, narcotics, assault with a deadly weapon, narcotics, narcotics."" "I think this guy likes narcotics." "Yeah, well, this is your finger drilling a hole in the guy's chest." "And this is you trying to steal his bag." "So what?" "The guy owed me money." "For what, drugs?" "What drugs?" "I'm a businessman now." "What kind of a business are you in?" "Business of looking good, my man." "So how much did Breck owe you?" "$5,000." "So he paid you with a vase?" "Yeah, and he screwed me, too." "It wasn't even worth $1,000." "Yes, it was." "I'd say it was First Rate Collectibles that screwed you." "DANNY:" "Look, Nazar, here's the deal." "We could keep you here as long as we want just for looking good." "Hey, I didn't touch one hair on his head." "No, you, uh, you threw him against the wall." "I was pissed." "Sucker owed me money." "I got only $800 for your stupid vase." "You think you could cheat me?" "Look, I told you where to sell it." "Sotheby's knows exactly what that's worth." "I want the rest." "You had the rest." "I already paid you." "There's nothing in there for you!" "Then I guess I go back to see the bitch." "No!" "Look, this is my debt now." "I told her I'd take care of it, and I did." "No, you didn't." "You listen." "You leave her alone." "She has enough trouble staying away from you as it is." "You're killing her!" "You don't tell me what to do." "Okay?" "That was it." "So if he's missing now, maybe he's hiding from me." "All right, who was the girl?" "I think she must be hiding, too." "Listen, Nazar, I need names." "Who was the girl?" "All right, why don't you take a seat right there." "Thanks for coming in again, Heidi." "What's going on?" "Did you find Breck?" "No." "But we have another friend of yours in custody." "Mr. Rahim." "He's no friend of mine." "That's not what he says." "He says you owe him 5,000 bucks, and that Breck was covering for you." "That's a lie." "And why would I need Breck's money anyway?" "Because you've been snorting your own up your nose." "What?" "What is... what is this?" "Heidi, you want to explain to us why you bought a one-way ticket from the Fishkill train station into Manhattan the same night that Breck disappeared?" "JACK:" "Look, Fishkill, is about, what, a half-hour north from here?" "So how'd you get up there, Heidi?" "Uh..." "Oh, that's right." "I, um, I lost my bag last week." "You know, I have FBI agents combing Fishkill right now." "You could help narrow the search if you wanted to." "Where did you get that?" "The question is, where did you get it?" "( sighs )" "( voice breaking ):" "I don't know." "You don't know how Breck's bag ended up in your apartment?" "( exhales )" "JACK:" "You know what I think?" "I think your parents wouldn't give you the money you owed, but you knew Breck would bail you out." "( voice breaking ):" "I didn't mean it." "You didn't mean what?" "( sobbing )" "I want to be a better person." "I really do." "You could start right now by telling the truth." "HEIDI:" "I was just so scared." "And Breck had all these other things on his mind." "Breck, this one's got your name on it, dude." "No." "Thanks, Barry, I'm-I'm..." "Come on!" "Dude, I'm cool." "I'm cool." "Thanks." "( sniffing )" "( sighs )" "What?" "Don't look at me like that." "I'm-I'm a nervous wreck." "And if you laid off that crap to begin with, you wouldn't have to be." "You said you would cover me." "Yeah, and I did!" "Look, Nazar's an idiot." "I'll-I'll talk to him, and we'll work it out." "Tomorrow." "I-I got to go." "Go?" "!" "Go where?" "Look, I'm-I'm taking all this stuff back." "Oh, my God." "Hopefully marking the end of the stupidest thing" "I've ever done." "Wait, Breck, just one of these would cover Nazar." "Well, they don't belong to me, and they're not for him, either." "Oh, Breck, please?" "!" "You know, is-is there a pay phone around here?" "I don't know." "( sniffing )" "You know what?" "I'm getting you out of here." "Come on." "We took a cab back to his neighborhood and got the car and started driving up towards Connecticut." "Just stop wasting time." "Just get the money you need from your parents, and-and get clean, and come and work with me." "( laughs )" "Come on." "That rich bitch won't even notice if we return this stuff or not." "You're not even listening to me." "Hey!" "( giggles )" "What, you don't even trust me now?" "Not so much." "I trust you." "You trust anyone who can score you an eight-ball." "You make me sound like I'm a junkie." "It's because you are." "What?" "!" "You should see yourself." "These jerks you're hanging out with." "Look, you only hang out with them 'cause they get you high." "They don't care about you." "That is not true." "Stop wasting your life." "What are you talking about?" "Oh, I'm-I'm sorry." "Excuse me if I'm not whoring myself out for some charity." "Look, I am trying to do the right thing!" "I'm trying hard to help people." "Oh, really?" "You're trying to help people." "Well, I help peopl Oh..." "I help people all the time." "You use people, just like you're using me right now 'cause you need someone to save your ass." "Shut up." "Shut up!" "( tires squealing )" "No." "Let go of me!" "( panting )" "( tires squealing )" "Oh!" "Oh, my God." "( tires squealing )" "( thudding )" "I didn't mean to hit him." "I didn't mean to hit him that hard." "He just lost control of the car, but I didn't mean it." "I didn't mean to hit him that hard." "Then why'd you just leave him there?" "I don't know." "( panting )" "Breck?" "Oh, no." "( panting )" "( panting )" "Breck?" "( sobbing )" "( panting )" "( panting )" "( sobbing )" "( sobbing ):" "And when... when nobody came to help us, I just panicked." "And I..." "I-I crawled out of the car and followed the train station lights back towards town." "But you had the presence of mind to take this." "( sobbing )" "Breck was the only real friend I ever had." "( sobbing )" "I'm so sorry." "I'm so sorry." "( phone ringing )" "Yeah, Elena." "Yeah, we got him, Martin." "Quarter mile east of the train station, not 30 yards below the highway." "There is no way a driver going by fast would have seen him." "No way." "Okay." "Thanks." "All right." "Okay." "( quietly ):" "Thank you." "Did he suffer?" "No, he didn't." "The coroner, uh, said that he died on impact." "What was he doing up there?" "I-I think he was probably trying to make up for some of the mistakes he made in his life, but more importantly, he was really trying to help out those kids at Shield House." "Shield House." "Yes, sir." "That place really meant a lot to your son." "I'm sorry." "Thank you." "( applause )" "Thank you so much, Mr. Mulligan, for completing the work that your son started." "While the money that Breck provided can be replaced, filling the void that he leaves behind will be no easy task." "How do you measure the spirit of someone who helped so many?" "And while writing a check is no doubt a very generous act, actually touching someone's life-- that takes more." "Where will the next Breck come from?" "I..." "I honestly don't know." "I just hope he or she comes soon."