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The story you were about to see was inspired by actual events.

The names have been changed to protect the innocent.

It was Wednesday morning. It was sunny in Los Angeles.

My partner and I were working the day shift out of robbery homicide.

The call came in from Van Nuys Division at 1015.

Caucasian female beaten to death. An apartment in Tarzana.

In parts of the San Fernando Valley, apartment blocks like these stretch on

forever. Moderate rents, short leases, few questions.

It was essential L .A.

People in midstream, anonymous, always on the move.

My name's Friday.

I'm a cop.

Manager noticed the door left a jar. Entered the apartment and found her.

did he see? He's with the paramedics. What he saw gave him chest pains.

A poster of herself.

She'd come here from somewhere else to be known.

She'd taken a new name, Whitney Lind.

It would be known tomorrow in the obituaries of the L .A. Times.

Driver's license gives her legal name as Eliza May Munson, 35.

Looks like someone needed anger management counseling.

Molten blows with a large, heavy object. I guess caused the death as massive

injury to the brain.

They didn't stop there.

The suspect worked her face and upper body.

Hopefully by then she was dead.

Feud is around 2 a .m. Rape? No vaginal bruising or obvious semen.

Versace, Laurel Piani.

She didn't dress on the cheap.

No sign of forced injury.

No evidence of struggle or defensive wounds.

Looks like she was beaten to death while she slept. Check the people working

perimeter. Make sure they look for anything that could be a murder weapon.

Purposeful search. You can run jewels or other obvious valuables.

Well, if he's a maniac wacko, maybe he wanted a souvenir.

Tore the phone line out, cordless phone, ripped the answering machine out.

Who's the kid?

Detective, the manager can talk now.

Boog did four buds to go. Eight buds to boot.

I made you a copy of the leaf.

Anyone help her move in? Some guy that you saw.

Handsome, dark, in his 30s. This guy come around much?

Couple times.

Anyone else?

Friends, family.

Her sister came once with a young boy. He swam in the pool.

Your sister's name is Adelicia, as a reference.

Orion May Becker, the dressed lompoc.

We'll need the names of your other tenants.

You're going to bother these people?

We're going to bother a lot of people until we find who bothered Whitney Lynn.

Whitney Lynn had a pink flip for a vintage Mercedes.

The car was gone.

In its place, the kind of leather only worn in private.

Maybe the tools of her trade.

But which trade?

My guess?

She was a hooker.

With nasty clientele. I don't know.

If all this stuff is in current usage, why down here in the storage market?

Why not near the bed?

Beta system.

It's hard to find tapes for these nowadays.

Speaking of tapes, where are they?

Well... Maybe our killer found what he was looking for.

Hey, guys.

Got some blood.

Three small drops.

Puts it near the trunk.

Mercedes Benz, expensive clothes.

I think she landed here from another life.

Previous address.

Brentwood.

That's definitely another life.

Where is it safe these days?

This place looks pretty secure.

You mean if she hadn't moved?

Whitney had one of our best studios.

What was she paying?

$8 ,000 a month. Paid right on time until about a year ago. Then what?

I'm just the manager here.

Mrs. Somper.

What? You're an attractive, obviously smart woman. I believe Whitney would

confided in you.

She told me she was waiting for a large settlement.

Guess it never came.

If you'll follow me this way.

Her apartment was right there.

I can't show you the inside. They're a new tenant.

She must have been popular.

Does she have a lot of visitors?

Maybe friends with other tenants?

Not really.

Stayed to herself.

A loner.

I'd like to be more help, but people move out. Life goes on.

Hers didn't.

Well, her last meal, some two hours before her death, was a salad.

Butter lettuce, tomato, tofu, rye crackers.

Not dinner date food, so she probably spent the night alone on her own. What

these?

Inoculations? I believe they're burn marks.

Burns. How old?

Not recent. I'd say four or five years, possibly from a cigarette or a cigar.

Well, that could go with the whips in the garage locker.

Sanjay, what did she tell you about her life?

Well, she cared about her appearance, probably worked out, had her fair share

facials.

These teeth that were knocked out.

That's some quality cosmetic dental work. I mean, those are beautiful

on her incisors.

The abdominal stretch marks indicate she's been pregnant, and I'd say she's

carried at least one child to term.

Check this out.

Two years ago, Whitney Lynn, née Eliza May Munson, was popped to possession.

Half a gram of Coke and unscripted Vicodin.

I called the narc who made the bust. He said she was defended in court by Myron

Tarnower. The Myron Tarnower?

Defends her on a minor drug possession?

Since we know he doesn't stand next to a client for less than a thousand bucks

an hour, the question is why.

Grab your coat.

Myron Tarnower.

I knew him and he knew me, but he would pretend he didn't.

Selective memory.

A necessity of criminal defense. Detective Friday, my partner, Detective

LAPD. Have we met before? You cross -examined me a couple of times. I

It's never personal, you know, just part of the job.

We're trying to get background on a homicide victim. She was a client of

Whitney Linden?

No, doesn't ring a bell. Real name Elijah May Munson. You defended her two

ago in possession of narcotics.

Oh, yes.

Oh, very, very attractive.

She wasn't a client of mine, per se, just a friend of a friend.

Can't tell you much about her.

Can't? Or won't?

Now, that's the wrong attitude, detective.

I met the woman at an arraignment, fixed a plea, and over. Who paid for your

services? Oh, come on. You know better than to ask me that.

I've got a meeting.

Friday.

Great. Be there in less than an hour.

Whitney Lynn, sister, coming in from Lompoc.

She's a twin.

Mrs. Becker, I'm Detective Friday. This is my partner, Detective Smith.

This is Sam, my sister's boy. Hi, Sam.

We didn't know you were coming along.

Yeah, some of the areas we'd like to discuss are a little delicate.

Yeah, it might be something, you know.

Certainly. Sam can wait here.

Actually, um, you skate?

I'm just learning.

Yeah?

Well, I got a deck downstairs.

Okay, Sam.

Put all the weight on your toes and go that way.

And then all the weight on your heels and go that way.

Yeah, yeah, you're getting it.

That's great, man.

You know, when I was at your mom's house, I saw a lot of pictures of you.

I saw them, too.

You know what that means, Sam?

Your mom loved you a lot.

You guys, uh, you spend a lot of time together?

I used to see her almost every weekend.

What would you guys do?

She'd pick me up in Lompoc.

Sometimes we went to Magic Mountain.

Just the two of you?

Ramon went with us.

Ramon?

He was your mom's friend?

He drove the limousine.

But yeah, they were friends.

I can't believe I won't see her again.

You know Sam.

I know things are tough right now.

But you're going to be okay.

I won't even see her in heaven.

Sure you will.

No. My uncle said she did things God would never forgive.

The Bible says God forgives everyone.

So trust me, Sam.

You'll see her in heaven.

She was homecoming queen. Very popular.

People told her she should be an actress.

She believed them.

Did you see much of her lately?

No. We're very different.

It's me and my brother. Day and night.

Teaches high school math.

I teach first and second grade at a Christian school.

Sam goes there.

Did he ever live with his mother?

There wasn't much place for a child in her life.

Did you know Sam's father?

No. Maybe she wasn't certain who he was. Didn't share her problems.

We avoided certain topics.

My husband and I have taken Christ as our personal savior.

When will they release her body? I want to make funeral arrangements.

You know, I find something strange.

Usually when someone is murdered, there's a concern from the family we

killer. You mean I don't seem surprised?

Bad things happen to evil people.

My mother used to say evil was the absence of empathy.

Ramon, the limo driver.

You think he could be the Ricardo Montalban that helped move her into her

apartment?

The kid probably could have told him more. No, you couldn't push him.

I couldn't get anywhere with his sister. I'm kind of born again.

The kid's uncle said his mother's not going to go to heaven. Can you believe

that?

Hey, Joe, you got a call from the radio room. Some black and white find your

victim's car.

The fire was reported by a watchman in that building.

Let's get a camera from the people that worked there to try to find out if

anybody saw who did this. And let's get people to lift the tire tracks and

footprints from that area of dirt over there.

Found this just outside the burn perimeter.

Good job, babe. Looks like they doused the inside, then they poured a trail

No bodies.

Videotapes? Let him see. No bodies, no videotapes. Why torch it?

He's trying to destroy something.

Can we pump the trunk?

Got hot.

But never ignited. Let's team clear.

Everybody got a glove?

This

was

used as batting practice.

On her.

There's blood.

Tissue fragments.

Pieces of shattered bone.

Hair. All the DNA you'll ever need to make this your murder weapon.

Juanita, I want you to astonish me.

The killer's no fool, and he wasn't disorganized. He wiped it down before he

used it. Then he put on gloves.

That's why we didn't find prints in the apartment.

These bloody smudges on the handle, here you can actually see the pattern of the

leather. Was there any way we can link them to a specific brand, label?

Tough, but even though he wiped down the bat, he forgot the heel. She always

saves the best for last.

Three different partials.

I've already put them through our latent print computer.

One partial forefinger matched the quality control inspector in the factory

where the bat was made, who had an old arrest for a DUI.

Another print had no match, but a partial thumb gave us Paul Gregorius

Kankarides, 37, dishonorably discharged from the Army seven years ago after

violently assaulting a female officer.

That brought us closer to home. I thought he was handsome.

So how often was he over here?

Once in a while, I see him leave to go jogging.

What time would that be?

Early, like 6 a .m., when I was putting out the garbage.

You think he spent the night?

I couldn't say.

I wouldn't want to speculate on something like that.

We couldn't either.

We had to find Kankarides, and he wasn't living at his last known address.

Tax records told us that he'd worked eight months ago in the mailroom of an

agency. His record there wasn't much better than when he was in the Army.

Zero interest in this job. Admitted he took it just to get back an unemployment

insurance.

Totally full of bull. Right, Nasio?

Talk instead of doing his work.

What did he talk about?

Bragged he hung out with some big model.

What was her name?

My picture's on that board right here.

Bingo. Did Kankarides clean out his desk? He just stopped showing up.

His stuff's in a box.

I'd like to see that.

I was a little worried this guy might get me sued.

Sued? Guy kept bragging about how big he was.

You know.

I was worried he'd show it to a female employee and have a sexual harassment

situation.

Credit card, Bill. Maybe he's still using the card.

Yeah. Here's Whitney with Kankarides.

Informal attire. Some sort of dinner.

Looks like a fundraiser.

Whoa!

Here he is in less formal attire. Said he hung out with a model. He's doing a

little modeling himself.

Come on, let me see that.

Not for the room.

Is that real?

I don't know.

Digital imaging?

Well, when we bring him in for booking, I'm not sending an extra one when I pay.

Cover boys are Paul Kankarides, Bobby Joe Bulger.

Call the magazine, see where they found him.

The magazine had no address for Paul Kankarides, but they knew how to reach

partner, Bobby Joe Bulger.

currently featured in a porn video shooting in a West Valley industrial

We mostly do fetish stuff for the Asian trade.

It has to look rough, but no one gets hurt.

Can we get a few minutes with Bobby Joe?

Yeah, I know Paul. We worked together. We did magazines, videos, stuff like

that. He had some problems.

What kind of problems?

He had the big money maker, but it didn't work too well without a snapper.

snapper?

Yeah, it's a hypodermic injector. Painless.

You shoot papaverine, and within minutes, you're good to go.

Shoot where?

Guess.

Anyway, he broke ties and quit the trade.

I don't really see much of him. I see him at Priscilla's for morning coffee,

I barely get a hello out of him. Well, after barely hello, what else did he

He said he was servicing some rich old -sized queen and a model.

They're not one and the same?

No. Paul lied a lot, but I saw the woman. She was in a limo. He was getting

coffee. She was yelling at him to hurry up.

She look familiar?

No, no, no. This woman was older.

Very well kept.

Hell, I would have done her for the limo rides.

Uh -huh. When was this?

Give me the address.

We'll fact it all to her.

Don't worry. We'll get the peanut.

Great. Thank you.

Can't read his credit card. A week before Whitney Lynn's death, he rented a

never returned it.

I dressed on the rental car form as a motel at Magnolia and Van Nuys.

That's a block from Whitney's apartment.

Mr. Kankarini, is this the manager?

This has been a little accident. Throwing facts into your car.

He's breathing.

What's wrong with him? I don't know, but he's alive.

He's stable.

That's about as far as I'll go. No evidence of drugs. Tox panel's clean.

So you have no idea what... Coma of undetermined origin.

The CT shows no clotting, no extensive damage to the brain.

His blood sugar was 40.

That's low.

Meaning? Well, if he were diabetic, I would suspect insulin shock, but he's

Check for that. Of course.

So if it is insulin, will he come out of it?

That depends on the amount of brain cell damage.

He could just wake up.

Or... Or not.

Lieutenant, I'm not indicting a vegetable.

Are we sure Kankarides did it?

What we think is Kankarides walked the three blocks from his motel to Whitney

Lynn's apartment.

He killed her, took her car, left a murder weapon in the trunk, and then he

it on fire. Then he called someone and told them the job was done.

Who did he call? Someone who wanted what Kankarides found at Whitney's. We think

it's videotapes. Then they injected her with insulin.

Plausible, even fascinating.

Call it murder for hire. Leo Katz was the kind of assistant district attorney

who knew only one word.

No. He'd rather let a killer go free than jeopardize his win -loss record. So

indict him along with an unnamed co -conspirator.

People find out he's been charged, they can shake some trees. I'm a DA, not a

tree shaker. I don't want the DA's office supporting Paul Kankarides the

his horrible, comatose life.

I just lost two felony trials back -to -back.

I could use a guilty verdict.

Any thoughts?

Kankarides didn't have a bean. Whitney was broke.

Here they are at a fundraiser where a rubber chicken could cost $1 ,000 a

Who bought them dinner?

Ah, politics.

A world of high ideals and loads of money.

The picture of Whitney and Kankarides was at a fundraiser for a state senator

named Henley.

Ten grand a table.

These are the Henley files.

Now, if we give you a table number, you could tell us who paid for it.

Thanks to a maverick senator from Arizona, we keep detailed records.

Do you have a date?

Uh, yeah.

August 12th, two years back.

Oh, yes.

That was at the Biltmore.

Okay. Here's the seating chart.

Here's table number seven.

Right there. Oh. What?

The table was bought by Morris Rosemont.

Who? The Rosemont family owns a large clothing empire.

They've given very generous support to candidates of both parties. Was Morris

Rosemont in this picture?

Yes, that's him.

And Mrs. Rosemont, is she at the table?

No. Apparently she wasn't there on this occasion.

What's so sad?

Mr. Rosemont, it's been over a year.

Poland cancer.

Why would a guy like Morris Rosemont bring a lowlife like Paul Kankarides to

fundraiser? He didn't bring Kankarides. He brought Whitney.

And Whitney brought Kankarides as the beard.

To cover up, she was Rosemont's mistress.

So he died, the party's over. I can't see anything tying Rosemont to Whitney's

death.

Start back in Brentwood.

Mr. Stomper.

Financial records saying Morris Rosemont paid Whitney Lynn's rent.

Would they be an error?

You've got his financial records?

Would they prove you're lying?

All right.

Morris paid her rent. He was keeping Whitney.

But why drag this all up?

Can't we respect the dead?

Paul Kinkarides?

He picked Whitney up for dinner. It's a different event.

But Rosemont brought her home.

And spent the night?

See his limo out front.

Ever talk to the driver?

Sometimes I brought him coffee.

I felt sorry for him sitting out there all night. Did you get his name?

Ramon. I don't remember his last name. It was foreign.

You said that Whitney Lynn was waiting for a settlement.

After Rosemont died, she tried to sue the estate for palimony.

They threw it out of court.

Why ask me? Read the case. Do some homework.

We can't. You had the case sealed at the request of their attorney, Myron

Carnow. I'm sure there was a good reason. Probably stipulated in the

No, there was no settlement, Judge Osterman. You called Whitney Lynn's

frivolous and had it thrown out. It was palimony against the dead man. Now you

remember the case. I recall bizarre allegations made against the name of a

reputable person. I sealed the case in the public interest.

It will remain sealed. The public interest?

He sealed the case in someone's interest, but not the public's. I'm

Rosemont. The name was suddenly familiar.

I remembered my first communion.

I was 11.

The suit was white.

It was from a line of menswear called Rosemont.

We drove up to Bel Air. We wanted to hear from Morris Rosemont's wife.

A palimony suit sealed away in the dark.

Helena Rosemont might shed some light.

Bel -Air.

Old homes, a lot of money, and no welcome mat for cops.

Yes, I'm Detective Friday. This is Detective Smith with the Los Angeles

Department. We're investigating a homicide.

A murder in this neighborhood.

We're wondering if we could speak to Mrs. Rosemont.

Who is it, Felix?

Two gentlemen from the police department, Mrs. Rosemont. Have them

ma 'am.

She stood there looking down on us. She seemed to enjoy it. I'm Helena Rosemont.

Please come.

I suspect I know what this is about.

I read how Whitney Lynn was brutally murdered.

Yes, that's the case that we've been working on.

I don't know what I can tell you.

I was spared the humiliation of actually meeting her.

But I do regret this crime has occurred.

Since you seem to harbor no ill will towards her, would you agree to opening

palimony case for our review?

You've totally misunderstood me.

I resent only the aggravation her death causes me.

What happened to her, I feel she deserved.

We feel no one deserves to be murdered, ma 'am. I won't pursue our difference of

opinion on that.

Mrs. Rosemont, how long were you aware that your husband and Ms. Lynn were

involved? Nine years ago, a close friend of mine saw them in a restaurant and

called me.

That was the first time I heard her name.

Whitney Lind.

Well, I suppose you know her real name.

I'm sure you'd agree she was trash.

We don't make those kind of judgments.

Well, you should.

Thank you, Felix.

This was about power.

She tried to play me and I refused to play.

Now she would try my partner.

It could help you with your investigation.

I strongly suspect the murderer is someone from her past.

We definitely think the murderer is linked to her past. That's why we're

I resent your inference. You're in my home because I allow it.

We could talk downtown where that isn't a problem.

Are you really suggesting that I would allow myself to be exposed to such

treatment? There's an easy way and there's a hard way.

And if you're smart... Oh, I'm smart enough, young man, to pick up that phone

and call Myron Tarnower and have you thrown out on your ass. I'm sorry, Mrs.

Rosemont. We get a bit overzealous sometimes and...

There's simply too much opportunity for misunderstanding in this conversation,

as best we end it.

I'll show you out.

In a little more time, we might be able to avoid the necessity of interviewing

you again.

You see, this tray, always piled high with invitations.

The mayor's office, important people in government, finance, jurisprudence,

friends I support.

who support me and give me help any time I need.

Judge Osterman, one of those?

Hmm. You want a street fight?

Down and dirty? I'll accommodate.

Don't let the big house fool you.

It doesn't.

What a nightmare.

No love in a marriage, just anger.

One guy's dead. Time to lighten up. Well, then she's got nothing.

Whitney's death didn't do it for her.

She'll keep going.

This is her life.

I'm ready to believe that she paid Kankarides to kill Whitney.

Except for one thing.

Kankarides was her husband's guy.

So would she even talk to him, let alone... In a heartbeat to get what she

wanted. She knew Kankarides had one very special advantage.

Whitney knew him, trusted him. Yeah, but how do we tie the two of them together?

Helena Rosemont was right.

It was going to be a street fight.

Helena Rosemont won the street fight.

She was going to get one.

We tried the tabloid columnist.

Most refused to speak to us.

That was a good sign.

It meant there was someone who had a lot to say and wasn't allowed to say it.

I'm dying to talk about it. Come to the point where they're more scared of me

than I am. Alberta Danner worked on the fringes of tabloid journalism.

She went for the stuff even they wouldn't touch. Helena owned that idiot

She financed the campaign.

It's nice to find out you're right.

Gentlemen? Helena Rosemont had wanted the Palamoni suit field, and she had the

friends to do it.

You know, Helena used to be a redhead.

Morris loved redheads.

And Whitney, she could swing the whip, and he loved the lash.

That's an in -type stuff.

There was evidence of a search in Whitney's apartment.

Oh, the tape?

Whitney and Morris taped everything.

They were into some kinky stuff even by my standards. And they didn't play

alone. Morris and his cronies.

If you can picture this, the entire kitchen cabinet with their utensils.

Yeah, but rumors.

Honey, they're always true.

Larry Flint.

I heard he tried to pay a million bucks for those tapes.

Dolan Brown.

Private investigator.

He had a client willing to double Flint's offer.

Two million.

In old Hollywood, the fixer was an ex -cop named Freddy Otash.

He broke down the door with Joe DiMaggio to catch Marilyn in bed with a surfer.

Today, you'd hire Dolan Brown, P .I.

Fix -it man to the stars.

I pulled the file on Whitney.

Who knows if these tapes even exist?

It could be Whitney lied to pressure the Rosemonts on her lawsuit.

That's the case. It didn't work.

You don't mess with Helena Rosemont.

I told Whitney, honey, give it up. Move on.

Yeah? When'd you tell her that?

I don't recall.

Did that? Uh -huh.

What? Too many depositions, Dolan. We got close to the truth, and suddenly,

don't recall.

I'll admit, on behalf of a client, I offered Whitney over a million bucks.

Client? Guys, you've heard of... Attorney -client privilege?

When'd you pass the bar?

We got a woman with her head smashed in.

A little boy who wonders if he'll see his mommy in heaven.

People don't get to hide behind their money and your lies. Now, you mess with

on this, you son of a bitch. You, your files, and everything else go downtown.

I don't need an enemy in RHD.

My client was Helena Rosemont.

When they needed money, why didn't she sell the tapes? Come on. Whether they

existed or not, they were the only protection for her and the kids.

See him.

Elena knew he was Morris' child.

She knew he'd send a chauffeur up with Whitney to visit him.

That'll make her crazy.

Hey, Joe.

I'd like to take a guess on how many chauffeur's licenses were issued to

with the first name Ramon.

Guess in five minutes a call, 700 plus names I should take.

Any chance we'll get our hands on the Rosemont's employment records?

It's just a thought.

You got any plans for tomorrow?

What, because it's Saturday, I might consider it free time?

I thought maybe we'd do something different. Maybe we'd take it right up

coast to Lompoc.

That was great.

Hey, Mario, watch this.

Okay.

So you knew that Sam was Morris Rosemont's son?

She told me before Sam was born.

Did she ever express fear or concern for him? What do you mean?

We do a lot of dancing around the fire, you and I. I'm going to assume that you

know what I'm talking about.

I thought about it and what you said, that evil is the absence of empathy.

I want to help you.

Mr. Rosemont told Whitney that he'd leave his wife, that it would be a very

time. She said she feared for Sam's safety.

But then the cancer came and he died.

What else?

That there were things that people thought she had that offered protection

Sam.

I think she always valued Sam's life above her own.

Which tells you she was a very good person.

I've been unfair, I know that.

Aunt Maria, what's this?

That's great, Sam.

Good job, guys.

Don't hurt yourself.

Here we go.

Nice. When your sister came in the limousine.

Ever speak to the driver?

Ramon. A nice man.

He likes Sam.

Still sends him birthday cards.

So you know his full name?

Yes.

Ramon Macassar.

He's a Filipino.

I have his address and phone number.

When Mr. Roseman was dying, she kept him prisoner in that house.

Ramon, you recognize this man?

Yeah.

No good.

Was he around when Mr. Rosemont was sick?

She moved him right into the house.

Mr. Rosemont knew, but poor guy was too sick to care. He just wanted to see

Whitney before he died. That wasn't possible.

I brought Whitney to see him.

He was so happy, he cried.

But Mrs. Rosemont came home. Bad thing.

Knowing her, I'm not surprised.

She screamed, get that bitch out of my house.

I took Whitney home.

And when I came back, she's there with some lawyer, and she says, Mr. Rosemont

is dead, and you're fired.

What about other servants? Anybody reach them? I don't know.

Elodia went back to Guatemala.

She's the one who told me old lady Rosemont was having sex with Conquerides

doing weird stuff.

Oh, wait.

She saw them?

No, but she'd hear this one loud snap, like an empty gun, and pretty quick the

old lady would start groaning, you know.

Liking it.

You saw the boy, Sam?

How is he?

He's fine. He's learning to skateboard.

I hope that old bitch don't kill him.

Ramon was right.

Rosemont had left $300 million to his wife. But there was another heir. A boy

who couldn't fight yet for his share.

Morris Rosemont's illegitimate son by Whitney Lind.

300 million.

Enough motive for a search warrant.

You hope for an element of surprise.

With people of influence, it's never the case.

I'm representing Mrs. Rosemont. I'll take that.

You sure do get around.

Okay, the warrant is specific to those rooms allegedly inhabited by Mr.

Kankarides.

Tire impressions of Mrs. Rosemont's vehicles.

And we'll see to it that it's limited only to the items listed herein.

Show them the guest room.

And no use of any lavatory at all.

Also, would you please have maids standing by after they leave? Because

it's all going to be a terrible mess.

Don't you have things to do, detective?

Ample time to do them.

This is all an absurd farce. Well, let's see how you feel when we connect you to

the man who killed your husband's mistress.

We've got testimony.

Not from him.

Actually, the doctors think he's improving.

Oh, don't attempt a bluff, detective.

Come on, all you have are lies from disgruntled former employees.

What happened?

What?

Not piled high anymore.

Word get out, people cut you loose.

Not a good sign.

I gave high marks to the maid. This place has been wiped very clean.

A few smudges, some partials. I just do the best I can.

Hey, guys.

Found this under the mattress.

What is it? My mother uses those for cortisone. Gives painless injections.

Injections? Yeah.

You place a hypodermic in it.

Set the spring.

Drives the needle in so fast you don't feel it.

A snapper.

Bag it. Make sure they check for insulin residue.

Joe.

Lab match tread impressions from the Rosemont Suburban. The tire prints found

where Whitney's Mercedes was burned.

We got her.

Not yet, but we're getting a decent set of circumstantial evidence.

Friday.

Uh -huh.

Will she come here?

Fine.

Straighten your tie. That was the chief's office.

Morris Rosemont's sister and her attorney would like a little chat.

Whitney Lynn's murder forces me to re -examine suspicions I've had of my

brother's death.

Are you questioning whether it was some natural causes?

There are reasons for suspicion.

Helena buried him before his death was even announced to the family.

She had possession of the body, possessions nine -tenths of the law. So

been sitting on this for a long time.

There was a palimony suit, rumors of some distasteful activities involving my

brother. We didn't want a scandal.

And now you feel you can't avoid it.

Morris was a Jew.

She deliberately put him in a Catholic cemetery to prevent us from mourning

The woman is vile.

If she murdered my brother or Whitney Lynn, I want her punished for it. No

argument there.

There's another issue.

A child.

Although I never approved of my brother's relationship with Whitney

is blood.

That boy is not safe.

Why do you say that?

Towards the end, communication with Morris was very hard.

Elena made sure he was never on his own.

but he managed to send me a letter and a videotape of his visit with the boy.

The letter is filled with his concerns.

It might be useful in getting an indictment.

Sam still doesn't know that I'm his father.

But six months ago, I was able to see him on his birthday.

Thinking of it now makes me even more aware of how truly helpless I am.

Helena speaks of having Sam and Whitney killed.

She says it to hurt me, but I think she means it.

When I'm gone, God knows what she'll do.

This nails her.

If it's admissible.

Well, why wouldn't it be?

Tarnower can think of a dozen good reasons.

We have enough.

We just gotta push the DA.

Push him.

You're good at it.

We can literally put her in bed with Paul Kankarides. Her and his prints on

snapper. Kankarides had to shoot Papa Vreen to have sex.

If she replaced that with insulin, should have killed him. All

Doesn't mean it's not a case.

Also, Tread and Soil Match places her car at the scene where Whitney Lynn's

Mercedes was burned. Her motive? Maybe he found the videotapes and she wanted

them. Maybe she felt that alive he was a liability.

We may never know the true motive.

I'll try a conspiracy indictment based on your evidence that Helena Rosemont is

connected to the killing of Whitney Lynn, but that's it.

If she conspired, then it's murder.

I'll call Tarnower. He can surrender her.

No. That's the way people like this are handled. My partner and I feel that

everyone should be handled the same. We'll pick her up.

This is Rosemont.

We're placing you under arrest for the murder of Whitney Lynn.

Felix! Felix!

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up this right, anything you say can and will be used against you in

a court of law. Felix!

Go talk to her!

Tell her what they're doing to me!

Tell her how they're treating me!

Tell everyone, Felix.

Tell them we're treating her like a common criminal.

Mrs. Rosemont, because that's what you are.

That's all you are.

Get in.

Get in.

It wasn't over yet.

Myron Tarnower requested bail. It was denied.

And Helena Rosemont remained in her cell while her accomplice slept unaware.

And the little boy learned how to skateboard.

Not knowing that Helena Rosemont's conviction would invalidate Morris

will.

meaning a fortune would go to his next of kin.

Helena Rosemont was convicted of murder in the first degree and sentenced to die

by lethal injection at the state penitentiary at San Quentin.

In California, capital cases are granted in automatic appeal.

Helena Rosemont is currently on death row.