And now we go into the scene where it will all become clear that Ben Gordon is acting out because Daddy doesn't pay enough attention to him. We see Nick Gordon nattering on about travel arrangements on his cell before he pauses long enough to tell Horatio that Ben's out front having a smoke. He shrugs, "I can't stop him." Oh, bushwa. This is going to make me sound like a crotchety old woman whose only joy in life is standing on the porch and hollering, "You kids get off my lawn!" but here goes: if this jackass would get over the idea that he's somehow supposed to be his kid's buddy, and embrace the idea of disciplining the kid and making it clear who's the boss until said kid's 18, then there's no way young Ben would be lighting up in clear view of his dad. Sneaking a cigarette and going to elaborate measures to ensure that Dad never finds out he smokes, sure, but not openly flouting parental authority without fear of the consequences. I have no idea where this I'm-your-friend approach to raising children came from, but I can tell you from countless hours spent watching parents try to reason with their screaming or surly spawn in public places that the let's-be-friends thing isn't working. Besides, raise your kid with military-style authority and you guarantee them conversational fodder for the rest of their lives, and isn't raising someone who's a riveting conversationalist a more noble goal than raising a chain-smoking adolescent gun nut? Wow, it's not often I manage to bring my foam-at-the-mouth ravings back to bear on the actual subject on screen.