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In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented

by two separate, yet equally important groups:

The police who investigate crime,

And the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

[glasses clink]

[cheers and applause]

[camera shutter clicking]

Nice to meet you.

You guys ready?

All right. You excited?

Yeah!

Damn it.

[sighs] well, that's not how you do it.

No worries, Kristin. Take a Mulligan.

Can I have some water, please?

I'm not giving up on us.

Call me back.

Yeah, his hand was all over my ass.

I just passed Kristin Halstead, the golfer.

I heard she lives here.

No, that's Michael Lee, idiot...

The guy I met at the gym last month.

I dumped him.

Well, he's a liar.

Weird. The water from the sprinklers looks red.

Oh, my God.

[woman speaking indistinctly over phone]

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Detectives, victim's name is Kristin Halstead, 26.

She lives on the other side of the courtyard.

She's some kind of pro golfer.

Kristin Halstead?

She won the LPGA championship when she was 19.

Ladies' golf.

Casey's into it.

Better action than the men.

Tonight was the first time I saw her.

I came around that corner. We almost bumped heads.

She was on her phone.

Did you see anybody else in the courtyard?

No, I almost never see anyone here.

Okay.

You think of anything else, you give us a call, okay?

First blow to the temple knocked her down.

Second and third finished the job.

Couple hits went wild...

Broken branches, shattered light fixture.

Killer was lying in wait, let the neighbor walk by.

Kristin was targeted.

Nearest and dearest always makes the job easier.

Boarding passes, hotel receipts...

Looks like all she did was travel to tournaments.

No condoms, no sign of love life.

Cup with milk by the bed... she had insomnia.

This might be why.

Unpaid bills, collection notices,

Barely 20 grand in savings.

Eight years on the pro circuit?

LPGA, break even at best.

She needed money.

Maybe she borrowed some from the wrong people?

Let's ask the man taking 15% off the top.

Kristin didn't have a personal life.

She was on the road 50 weeks a year.

This is totally shocking.

We noticed she had money issues.

Money's always an issue on the ladies' tour.

They see what men make in prizes, endorsements.

Something was keeping her up nights...

Maybe fans or stalkers.

Not that she told me.

But she did seem off her game lately.

How so?

I set a meeting late Tuesday night with a sponsor.

Kristin showed up an hour late.

She was a mess. Her shirt was torn.

She say what happened?

She overslept, jet lag,

And she caught her shoulder on the car door.

I asked her what was wrong, and she wouldn't say.

Blunt force trauma... that's the easy part.

Weapon's trickier.

See the grooves on the skull?

Maybe from a decorative knob at the end of the weapon.

What about these bruises? They look like finger marks.

They are finger marks... definitely pre-mortem.

- How pre? - I'd say within a week.

I've never seen a car door with fingers.

Well, G.P.S. on her phone should tell us

where she was Tuesday night.

Give or take 50 yards, here she was 9:00 to 11:00.

Swanky digs for a rendezvous...

Maybe she had a personal life after all.

Excuse me, sir?

Do you recognize this lady from last Tuesday night?

Maybe you parked her car?

She wouldn't let me. I asked ten times.

What was she doing?

Just sitting in her car, texting, right over there.

I went off shift, she was still there.

Excuse me.

She had a good view of the entrance.

Maybe stalking somebody?

Stalking and texting.

How did people work out their crap before cell phones?

Your girl made 12 calls and sent 15 text messages

between 9:00 and 11:00,

Mostly to her parents or her agent.

I'm assuming this gets juicier.

- Five of the texts were to a no-name, throw-away cell,

And she also received two texts from that same number,

All of which were deleted from her phone.

So we subpoena the service provider.

Any idea on the throw-away?

Nope. But every couple of weeks

the throw-away was making calls from a different golf resort...

Alabama, Arizona, Hawaii.

These courses are all stops on the tour.

Another golfer... love it.

That narrows it down to a couple hundred pros.

Wait, these calls from Vegas in September...

Mm-hmm.

The tour wasn't in Vegas in September.

There was a celebrity poker tournament

at the Bellagio on Labor Day.

Casey and I watched it on bravo.

Very romantic.

Here we go.

Actors, comedians, and sports stars,

Including Chip Jarrow.

The Chip Jarrow? The golf superstar?

Married golf superstar.

What a tragedy about Kristin Halstead.

How well did you know her?

Barely. Was a great player.

Nice girl too, I hear.

Hey, baby, you should lie down soon.

Doctor wants you to rest that knee.

Okay, honey. I'll be in in a minute.

Okay.

Can you tell us where you were last Tuesday night?

You know, I got to tell you guys,

When I'm not on tour, I just lose track.

This cell phone number, is this yours?

Let me put it another way.

If I dial that number,

Would we hear a phone ring somewhere in your house?

Oh, yeah, that's, um...

It's a throw-away phone.

I use them all the time... duck the press, fans.

We traced texts to and from Kristin

to your number on Tuesday night.

Why was she contacting you?

She was asking me about my endorsements...

You know, career advice.

Advice? You said you barely knew her.

You think that I was hooking up with Kristin Halstead?

[laughs] you're kidding, right?

It was a pretty open secret

that she played for the other team.

She liked girls?

And that agent of hers

did a good job of keeping it out of the press.

These rumors dog the LPGA... lesbians running wild.

We get you're trying to protect Kristin's reputation.

I am trying to protect her legacy.

Or your cut of her legacy.

Look, whatever Kristin did in her own time,

I didn't want to know.

Did she go to girlie bars? Okay, maybe.

A specific girlfriend? I got nothing.

Disclaimer noted.

Anything ever happen, you look the other way?

Last month... Palm Desert invitational.

Kristin asked for an all-access pass

for a friend.

Here... Carly Morris, she was in the gallery.

After that, I can't say.

But Kristin shot three under par that day.

Did you know Kristin Halstead?

[door closes]

Yeah, I knew Kristin.

So creepy, her getting killed.

You two romantically involved?

Kind of perv of you asking, isn't it?

We had sex. You want to know what we did?

I'll use my imagination.

Usually when there's been a murder,

A significant other comes forward.

We weren't significant.

I spent that one weekend in Palm Desert.

I maybe saw her five times after that.

She was way more into it than I was.

- Tuesday night, where were you? - I had a dance class.

- What about Friday night? - Out with friends.

We'll need their numbers.

Where do you work, Carly?

I'm a student. I study design.

And I waitress a bit on the side.

Low-rent apartment, low-paying job...

Lot of goodies lying around.

A thank-you note from a personal shopper

at Belle Rouge.

Maybe she can tell us about Carly's sugar daddy...

Or mommy.

Carly Morris is a, uh, loyal customer.

With expensive tastes.

She must run up a hefty bill.

You're asking me to disclose personal financial information?

We're asking for help in a murder investigation.

You seem like a woman who does the right thing.

Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don't.

You don't need to work me, detective.

Okay. Who's buying her the high-end goods...

- A married guy, married woman? - They're all men...

A different one every week.

And don't ask me for their names.

Let me guess. You work on commission.

Turns out Carly Morris is not registered as a student

at any institute of higher learning

in Southern California.

Yeah, her line of work, you don't need a diploma.

Kristin Halstead was in love with a hooker.

If the STDs don't get you, the blunt force trauma will.

Kristin was calling Carly Morris at all hours

the past two weeks.

Maybe Carly's the one Kristin was waiting on

outside the hotel Tuesday.

Assuming Carly was there on business.

- You run Carly through vice? - Yeah, they don't have her.

And she doesn't pop up on any escort sites.

She could have a pimp or a driver.

If Kristin was interfering with their business,

maybe the pimp took her out.

Carly did have one legit job.

She paid withholding on income from the A.K. lounge,

high-end club downtown...

Jerks flashing cash and the women who love them.

Always a thrill to hear

how you're spending your evenings, detective.

Check if anyone at this club was setting up Carly's dates.

- Tuesday night some b-lister had his hand up my skirt

for, like, a half an hour.

It's like he lost his car keys up there.

[chuckles] makes it tough to do your job.

That is the job.

How about Carly?

She getting friendly with anyone that night?

Yeah, we don't gossip.

It's, like, a code,

So Carly wouldn't want me telling you.

Huh. Yeah, Carly wasn't so nice about you.

She said you were the slut, not her.

Mm-hmm.

I'm just not a hypocrite.

Did she say Tuesday night was my idea?

How about you tell us what happened?

Okay.

So Carly says some A-lister in the V.I.P. lounge

wants to play four square and she needs backup,

so we go to his suite.

Which hotel?

That tall, round one off the 405.

Yeah, we know it.

So it's me, Carly, Natty, and this guy,

supposedly major, who I don't even recognize.

You remember his name?

He made us call him "Ace."

He's, like, an old white guy, almost 40.

- [whistles] - Thanks.

He pay you with a credit card?

I'm not a hooker. [scoffs]

He did send a cool kooba bag the next day...

Just a nice gesture.

Uh, can I go? I'm... I'm losing tips.

So far, Carly's lied about her job,

Kristin, and her dance class on Tuesday.

Juggling three girls...

I'd like to meet Ace's choreographer.

I'd like to meet his pharmacist.

No 40-year-old's that busy without a pill.

No, sir, Carly's not here.

Her landlord said she packed to go home.

And isn't that her car out back?

Yeah, well, you can't talk to her.

She's a nervous wreck.

Your daughter could be in real trouble.

Someone she was close to was murdered.

She talks to us, we can help her.

She hasn't done anything wrong.

Mr. Morris, do you know how your daughter makes a living?

Serves drinks to rich guys.

Hey, if those numbnuts want to lay down a 1,000-buck tip,

more power to her.

Yeah, and it's not like she's gonna be a waitress forever.

One of her friends down at the club

got her a public relations job.

Which friend? Did she say?

No, but it was for some company's retreat

in North Carolina... Greenville.

They flew her out...

Caviar all the way across the country.

I think we're done with the questions.

There's no caviar service anymore,

even in first class.

Maybe her friend had access to a private jet.

And flew Carly to Greenville

for a little one-on-one r&r?

F.A.A. Should have the flight plan.

"Intelogue," one word... got it.

They file a passenger manifest?

Okay. Thank you much.

Flight from John Wayne to Greenville,

leased by Intelogue investment services

in Irvine.

Look who their new spokesman is...

Good old Chip.

Definitely... That's Ace.

Carly say anything about her relationship with him?

She said he might be the one.

Who is this guy anyway?

He's one of the best golfers in the world.

It's completely outrageous.

My client being dragged out of her parents' home

in handcuffs, charged with prostitution?

We had to get her attention.

First of all, she's not a prostitute.

She's in love with Chip Jarrow.

Oh. She in love with Kristin Halstead too?

Carly's the victim here.

She was led on by a powerful man.

- Save it for Chip's lawyers. - Fine.

Carly, tell them what you know.

Kristin and I dated briefly.

But I'm not a lesbian.

She was way clingy.

She know about you and Chip?

She knew I met Chip last month at the a.K. Lounge.

I told her it was serious. She wouldn't accept it.

She ever threaten

to expose your relationship to Chip's wife?

She knew that wouldn't work with me.

Last Tuesday night when you were with Chip,

did you know Kristin was downstairs in the parking lot?

Yeah.

She kept texting me.

Later she told me she tried to talk to Chip.

What'd she say happened?

Chip would never hurt anybody.

All right, she's said enough.

Her lawyer's not gonna screw up the chance

for hush money from Chip.

So he was cheating... big leap to murder.

How about the deleted text messages from Kristin's phone?

Tech services just got them off the server.

Two weeks ago, the first text from Kristin to Chip...

"I know what you're doing."

Meaning she knew about Chip and Carly.

Chip texted back... "don't know what you mean."

Yeah, and here on Tuesday, Kristin to Chip...

"you're a fraud," with two exclamation points.

This is from Wednesday,

after she confronted him outside the hotel...

"You won't get away with it."

And Chip texts back... "so what?"

Oh, and this is nice...

"everyone will find out you're a dyke."

Must be the career advice Chip was talking about.

Two days later, she was dead.

Go talk to Mr. Jarrow about these texts.

Wake him up if you have to.

[water splashes] Little late for a pool party.

You son of a bitch!

They're not playing Marco Polo.

I hate you!

- How could you do this to me? - Monica. Monica.

Hey! Hey! Drop it!

Hey, hey.

- Son of a bitch. - It's not what it looks like!

Drop the club!

We're okay, right, honey? We're okay.

Yes, yes.

Requesting an R.A. Unit to 459 Amalfi Drive.

What happened?

Uh, I took a pill

and must have been sleepwalking and...

Fell in the pool.

[chuckles] pretty stupid, huh?

God, it's a good... good thing that Monica saw me.

- I, uh, I-I...

I grabbed a golf club, and I tried to pull him out.

You fell in the pool,

and your wife was trying to save you?

Pretty crazy, huh?

- I almost drowned. - Honey, are you okay?

Yeah. Crazy.

We weren't fighting. I love my husband.

I understand. You were angry.

What was it about... a woman, Carly Morris?

Detective, our marriage is rock solid.

Monica wasn't angry, just scared.

I'm married. I get it.

Things get misinterpreted...

Like between you and Kristin Halstead.

Last thing you need, right?

Kristin thinks you're stealing her girlfriend.

You know, I really don't remember.

Last week, Friday night, can you tell me where he was?

He was home all night... With me.

Mom, you okay?

Everything's fine, sweetheart.

Yeah, but you're all... you're all wet.

Luke, go back to bed.

We know you talked to her at the hotel Tuesday night.

- Somebody tell you that? - I want to hear your side.

You know, detective, my head hurts like all get-out.

Let's try an easy one.

Friday night where were you?

I'm Mr. Jarrow's attorney. He's done answering questions.

This is a police matter.

We walked in on a domestic assault.

No, no, that's totally not what happened.

Oh, man, you're bleeding.

- Is my client under arrest? - Please.

Is his wife?

Then I'm asking you to leave.

Monica must have found out about Chip's par three

with Carly and company.

And the way she swings a five iron,

she should be on the tour.

Evening, counselor. Show's over.

Ah, I caught the highlights over the scanner.

Domestic disputes involving murder suspects

always get my attention.

Get anything before the cavalry showed up?

Usual west side cover story...

Slip and fall into the pool.

Mrs. Jarrow alibied Mr. Jarrow

at home the night of the murder.

Well, not even Superman can be in two places at once.

So bust his alibi.

The guy's got more phones than pockets.

If we can get a hold of his other numbers,

we can pinpoint his location on Friday night.

I'll get you a subpoena for the numbers.

But make it count.

We're hunting big game here.

Might only get one shot.

Thank you.

Can you tell us why you were the last person

your boss called Friday night,

right before he went off the grid

and turned off his phone?

All right, I might have talked to him, but I didn't see him.

I was home all night.

Except your cell phone was bouncing off towers

all the way to Hollywood,

Right to the same block Chip was at.

You met up with him, didn't you?

Come on.

Chip's a buddy.

Convince us you and your buddy

didn't end up at Kristin Halstead's place.

Whoa. We didn't kill anybody.

You're not convincing us, Doug.

Okay.

He wanted me to hook him up.

What, you're his condom caddy?

He's a public figure. He needs me to front for him.

We drove around, lined up the girls,

then I booked a room at the Thompson.

I picked up the key for him.

And then I left him there, and I got a cab back to my car.

- What time was this? - 9:30.

Did you know Kristin

was threatening to expose his cheating?

If she was, he'd have just paid her off

like every other woman.

He had his wick out, they had their hand out...

His girlfriends, even his wife.

What do you mean his wife?

[sighs]

That's confidential.

If you think holding out on us is gonna help your buddy...

Monica busted Chip for screwing around ten years ago.

Her lawyer made him tear up the prenup,

draft a postnup.

Postnup?

Anytime Chip's caught being a dog,

she gets a million bucks

to stay in the marriage and to keep her mouth shut.

For Chip, it's the cost of doing business.

How about for her?

You'd think all that cash, she'd chill.

She hates Chip's guts.

If Chip's wife already knew about his infidelities,

He wouldn't kill Kristin to protect his marriage.

Maybe she was threatening something more precious.

What did she text him?

"you're a fraud. You won't get away with it."

Her computer shows searches for Adidas,

AT&T, Intelogue...

All Chip's endorsements.

Maybe she was gonna expose him to his sponsors.

Hundreds of millions down the drain.

That's motive. What about his alibi?

His caddy left him outside a hotel.

He had his cell phone turned off for three hours...

Could have been anywhere.

Get a search warrant for the house.

You might want to get your husband.

He checked himself into rehab yesterday.

He's a sex addict.

At least that's what they're calling it.

Partner, in here.

That look like dried blood to you?

[chuckles wryly]

You drag my client out of rehab?

He was in the middle of treatment.

And he can go right back just as soon as he tells us

why the murder weapon was found in his master bath.

I have no idea what you guys are talking about.

Look, Kristin Halstead was unhappy with her career.

She made threats, but my client didn't kill her.

So where was he Friday night?

I had a social engagement.

With another woman.

Two women.

Actually, uh, it was three.

What is it with you and the foursomes... a golf thing?

We'll get you the ladies' names.

No more questions.

Between Chip Jarrow and Tiger Woods,

the sex-rehab industry's covered.

Three women...

Three women who've probably been paid off

to back up Chip's story.

The murder weapon tells its own story.

No prints on it.

The dried blood belongs to Kristin.

There should be blood on the plastic wrapper,

but there isn't.

The weapon was put back in the wrapper dry.

S.I.D. find Kristin's blood anywhere else in the house?

Uh-huh, on the floor, under a tarp...

In the pool shed.

The killer hid it there first.

Then after the blood dried,

the killer moved it to where we'd find it.

Chip's bathroom.

Someone's trying to frame him.

The wife who hates his guts.

If Kristin blew his endorsement deals,

the wife had as much to lose as Chip,

and if he goes to jail, she gets everything.

Before we bring her in,

they have a 16-year-old son living in the house.

He'll know if his mother was home the night of the murder.

I said I don't know anything.

Just a couple questions.

Anytime you want to stop, we'll stop, okay?

[school bell ringing]

Thank you.

We figured you must be worried about your dad.

He can take care of himself.

How are you handling it?

Must be pretty tense around the house.

You mean by my mom and dad fighting?

I'm used to it.

Like the other night around the pool?

Yeah.

My dad's got girlfriends.

He doesn't care about us.

All he cares about is getting laid.

Is that why your mom was angry that night?

That golfer that got killed, my dad was banging her.

Where'd you hear that... your mom?

Uh, I don't know. I mean, my... my dad, he was all mad.

He called that golfer a bitch.

We want to ask you about Friday night two weeks ago.

Who was home?

Me and my mom. Dad went out.

Okay, what about your mom?

She go out too?

No.

Why are you asking about my mom?

Wait... wait, you think she...

Luke, did she leave the house?

You got it all wrong, okay?

I mean, didn't you find...

My... my... my dad is the evil one.

Didn't we find what?

Luke, did you put the towel bar in his bathroom?

- Luke, don't answer that. - He can answer that.

I don't want you to say anything.

We're gonna take you to the police station.

We'll call your parents, have a lawyer meet you.

What are you doing?

He's 16.

It's one thing to talk to him as a witness.

The minute he made himself a suspect, game over.

You do realize he's guilty.

Yes.

And until he gets with a lawyer,

nothing he might tell us is admissible.

Are you pulling back because of who his father is?

I don't care if this kid's

a 16-year-old gang banger from Crenshaw.

We don't talk to him without a lawyer.

If the boy is not under arrest,

I'm gonna take him home to his parents.

- Take him. - Come on.

Nice work, counselor. Kid was good to go.

She did the right thing.

Now search warrants...

His bedroom, school locker,

computer, any place he has access to.

Impound his car, bicycle, even his skateboard.

Ethics are nice,

but I'd rather have a judge throw out a confession

than not have any confession at all.

The next time a suspect wants to talk,

you let him talk.

No searches for Playa Vista on his G.P.S.

He went low-tech...

A mailing list from some charity event

with Kristin Halstead's address circled.

You people are crazy.

He's just a boy.

Where are they taking him now?

To a holding cell until his arraignment this afternoon.

He's innocent, for God's sake.

If anyone killed that woman, it was Chip

or another one of his gold-digging skanks.

Ferocious mom.

I'm not so sure about her maternal instincts.

The mailing list with Kristin's address,

it was for a PGA/LPGA benefit for the star beam foundation.

Mom co-chaired the event.

Luke could have hacked into her computer.

Or mom gave him the mailing list.

You're charging him as an adult?

He's barely 16.

Old enough to drive himself to his victim's home

and bash her head to a pulp.

Of course, if he acted under the influence of an adult,

that would mitigate the charges.

What adult?

Luke, who gave you Kristin's address?

Who are you accusing?

His mother.

Lay off my mom.

We didn't kill anybody. The bastard did it.

This skank...

This gold-digging skank was gonna mess things up,

so he killed her, okay?

Luke, take it easy.

There's your answer.

Luke, let's go.

- Miss Stanton. - Thank you.

"Gold-digging skank"...

Took the words right out of his mother's mouth.

Cops find any actual evidence of her involvement?

No direct evidence...

Just this...

From Luke's private blog on Facebook.

"he's like my mom says, a whore-chasing pervert."

And here... "my mom had to have all the couches cleaned,

"because she said dad got his filthy whore juice

all over the cushions."

She poisoned his mind.

The cops also found this on his computer...

An arrest report.

Three years ago, Luke was picked up

for vandalizing his father's new Ferrari...

With a baseball bat.

Monica knew he was violent

and kept feeding his hatred for his father.

[sighs] I wish we could charge her.

I have a friend

who spent the last year in a custody battle.

His lawyer came up with an interesting concept.

Parental Alienation Syndrome?

What the hell is that?

In layman's terms, your honor,

it's one parent brainwashing a child

into hating the other parent.

In this case, hating to the point

of committing violence against the parent.

That forms the basis

for charging Mrs. Jarrow with murder.

She convinced her son to kill

and therefore is guilty as an aider and abettor.

We will present expert testimony

that the violence does not need to be directed

at the target parent.

It can be directed at someone or something the parent loves,

such as a mistress or a car.

We will also show that Luke Jarrow

acted under the mistaken belief,

fostered by his mother,

that his father was sleeping with the victim.

Your honor, whatever the merits of this theory

of parental alienation,

I doubt whether it was designed for criminal matters.

There's always a first time, Mr. Simms.

Mr. Dekker, I'll allow you to proceed against Mrs. Jarrow,

but I won't rule on the admissibility

of parental alienation until I hear your case.

Parental Alienation Syndrome

is a disorder in which a child is indoctrinated by one parent

to become estranged from the other parent.

In my opinion, Luke Jarrow suffers from this syndrome.

He exhibits unambivalent hatred toward his father,

while being very attached to his mother... the alienator.

We've heard evidence of Luke describing his father

in the same terms used by his mother.

- Is this typical? - Yes.

In parental alienation,

the child often uses the exact same words

as the alienating parent.

We've also heard evidence

that Luke murdered Kristin Halstead.

If Luke hated his father so much,

wouldn't he have killed him instead?

In my opinion, Luke is psychologically incapable

of murdering his own father.

He would do the next best thing...

Kill a woman he believed his father was in love with.

Parental Alienation Syndrome

isn't recognized by the American psychiatric association, is it?

No, but P.A.S. has been recognized by the courts.

In child custody cases.

How could Luke have P.A.S.

if he lives under the same roof as his father?

I admit this case is atypical.

To say the least. No more questions.

Redirect, your honor.

Dr. Coburn, to your knowledge,

isn't it a fact that Luke's father

has been away from the home 48 out of the last 52 weeks?

Yes, that's correct.

So in many ways,

this is a typical case after all.

Thank you.

I don't need my mom to tell me what to think about dad.

I've lived with him for 16 years.

I have my own ideas.

Give us an example of that.

When I was nine, I wanted to be a golfer like him.

I begged him to play with me,

but he always put me off.

And then one weekend he had a charity tournament in Vegas,

and he took me with him.

I was so psyched.

I had a new set of clubs.

We had lunch in the bar.

The waitress was flirting with him,

and my dad said, "I'll be right back."

So I sat by myself.

The manager offered to take me to the pool or the video arcade,

and I said, "no, I'm gonna wait for my dad.

We're gonna play golf."

I sat in that bar for six hours,

and he never came back.

Thank you, Luke.

Your witness.

Luke, you said you form your attitudes

based not on what your mother tells you,

but on what your father says and does.

Is that right?

Right.

Now, you told the police that your father was having sex

with the victim, Kristin Halstead.

- Do you remember that? - Yeah.

How do you know they were having sex?

Did you see them together?

No, I-I heard my dad tell my mother.

Now, we've heard testimony from people who knew Kristin

that she had relationships exclusively with women.

We even have a text from your dad

threatening to expose her as a lesbian.

I don't care.

He said they had sex.

When did you hear him say this?

Some argument he was having with my mom.

Did you actually hear him,

or did your mother tell you that's what he said?

And, Luke, you are under oath.

I don't remember.

They were always fighting about his skanks.

- His gold-digging skanks.

Do you remember calling them that?

Yeah.

Where did you hear this expression?

I don't... I don't know.

- How about "whore-chasing pervert."

I don't know.

People's 32, your honor...

Downloads from Luke's Facebook.

"he's like my mom says, a whore-chasing pervert."

You get a lot of information about your father

from your mother, don't you?

I guess. Yeah.

What about "mom told me I couldn't go in dad's new car

because he uses it to drive his sluts around"?

- You remember writing this? - Yes.

It's from a statement you gave the police when you were 13.

Tell us why you were talking to the police.

Because I smashed up dad's car.

Smashed it up with a baseball bat...

Your father's new Ferrari.

Objection, relevance.

The police counted 54 separate hits.

You were a very angry boy, weren't you?

Mr. Dekker.

No more questions, your honor.

I've always tried to shelter Luke from negativity.

I know how important it is

for a boy to look up to his father.

Of course, he's smart.

He knows what's going on, and that makes him angry.

But I never encouraged that,

and I never wished Chip or anyone else harm.

Thank you, Monica.

You found out ten years ago

that your husband was cheating on you,

cheating serially.

Yes. But we stayed married.

We tried to work it out.

In fact, you and your husband signed a postnuptial agreement,

an agreement under which he pays you

a million dollars outside of community property

for each instance of infidelity you uncover.

Yes, but I agreed to stay in the marriage

because I love Chip.

You also agreed to keep his infidelities confidential.

Yes.

Because if they became public,

it would damage his image

and threaten his business interests, correct?

It would hurt our family.

So when Kristin Halstead

threatened to expose his affair with Carly Morris,

that was more than just a threat to your husband.

That was a very real threat

to you and your lifestyle, wasn't it?

We would have dealt with it.

Chip would have paid her off.

But she didn't want money, did she?

They all want money.

Who? The other girls he's paid off...

Like Ladonna Brenner, a bartender...

Amy Moran, a cocktail waitress...

Sybil Gardini, a fitness instructor?

- Yes, all of them. - I have a dozen more photos.

I don't need to see those whores.

Were you aware of your husbands appetites,

that he needs sex constantly... threesomes, foursomes?

I know he's a pig, a filthy pig.

And you say this in front of your son.

[scoffs] he knows what his father is.

He knows it.

Mr. Dekker, however angry Monica Jarrow is,

however she's poisoned her son's mind,

It doesn't rise to criminal liability.

I'm going to instruct the jury to disregard all testimony

regarding Parental Alienation Syndrome.

Your honor, P.A.S. is my case against Monica Jarrow.

You should let the trier of fact, the jury, decide...

I decide what facts the jury will consider.

P.A.S. Is off the table.

Your honor, if P.A.S. is off the table,

then it cannot be considered

to reduce Luke Jarrow's culpability,

so the jury should not be instructed

as to the lesser included charge of manslaughter against him.

The jury should only be instructed as to murder.

Your honor, that is not fair.

The jury should be given the opportunity

of finding Luke guilty of the lesser charge.

Half a loaf, Mr. Simms.

Manslaughter instructions are withdrawn.

[sighs]

As your last instructions

before you conduct your deliberations,

you are not to consider Parental Alienation Syndrome

as a factor in determining culpability.

The only offense for you to consider

will be the sole count of murder.

[gavel bangs]

Oh, this could backfire.

He's 16. The jury could balk at 25 to life.

It's not about what the jury will do.

Mr. Simms says Luke could get life in prison.

We'll do whatever we have to.

Just tell us.

- You want to plea-bargain for Luke?

Not unless someone's willing to share the weight

with him for this murder.

Otherwise, no deals.

All right.

It was me.

I drove Luke to Kristin's, gave him the weapon.

Hell, I killed her myself...

- Whatever you need. - Chip.

I can't have my son go to prison.

He's just a kid. They'll kill him in there.

I did it.

It was me.

You'll have to plead guilty in court,

- and you'll serve time. - Yes.

For my son.

Will I get a chance to talk to Luke?

I just want to explain some things to him.

We can do that.

And your son will know how much you really do love him.

Oh, no.

You do not get to swoop in and be the hero.

I was the one.

I helped Luke.

I told Luke...

Kristin was a threat to our life together.

I gave him the address.

I put him in the car,

and I shut my eyes

until he came home with blood on his clothes.

Oh, my God, Monica.

That woman was a threat.

Maybe you were willing to risk everything... not me.

God, all these years...

- Being humiliated. - Don't.

No way I was gonna let that lesbian ruin it all.

Luke was a minor.

I thought even if he got caught, he'd only get a few years.

I was the one there for him.

I am the one that he loves, not you.

I understand you reached an agreement.

We have, your honor.

Monica Jarrow will plead guilty to manslaughter.

Luke Jarrow will be recharged as a juvenile.

In that case, this trial is over.

The defendants are remanded, no bail.

It's better this way.

- Okay. - Wait.

Wait, did he make you do this?

- No, baby, no. - Did he make you do this?

- It's okay, Luke. - I hate him, mom!

- Luke. - I hate him! I hate you!

I hate him! I hate him, mom!

And it's a beautiful shot for Chip Jarrow.

What a comeback.

Whatever else you might think of Chip Jarrow,

he still swings a big club.

It hasn't affected his game.

Guess that's all he has now.

It's all he's ever had.

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