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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 Thursday morning, 4 a .m. It was
warm in Los Angeles.

My partner and I were roused from our
beds for the swing shift at a robbery

homicide.

The call came in from Hollywood
Division.

Male Caucasians stabbed above the Sunset
Strip.

The bars and clubs were closed. The
nightlife had all gone home.

Legend calls it the fabled Sunset
Boulevard. Part of the fable is death.

John Belushi died here. So did River
Phoenix.

Another rising star died tonight.

My name's Friday.

I'm a cop.

Kids going to the car found him. They
recognized him. Actor Eric Barton. No

kidding.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, it's him.

It's that trailer for this big movie
he's in.

I saw him in something on HBO. He was
good.

Fame and the famous.

How fleeting.

Who said that?

Marcus Aurelius.

Any sign of a weapon?

Grid searching. Haven't turned up a
knife.

We'll run him through DMV. Maybe we'll
get an address.

Detectives, we walked the whole
neighborhood.

One witness, a guy in that apartment,
heard a fight around three.

That's Stowe with an E.

S -T -O -W -E.

Brian with a knife.

You were awake at three o 'clock in the
morning?

Yeah, um, studying.

Pre -med courses.

I'm really a writer, but I'm an actor
too.

The altercation outside?

I heard some guys arguing, and I looked
out the window for a sec.

I saw a guy running down the street.

I didn't really think anything of it
until I saw the lights.

Was he white?

Latino? Black?

Didn't really notice. I guess he was
white.

Too short.

Not short, small.

Noticed what he was wearing?

Didn't really pay that much attention.

If you hear an argument, you might think
to call the cops.

This close to the strip?

If I called the cops every time a fight
woke me up, I'd be up all night.

Sad, a time like that.

They were out in force, the press.

A celebrity gets murdered, the world
goes crazy with curiosity.

In a way, we're like the ancient Greeks.

We need our gods to be human.

We want to know bad things happen to
them, too, just like the rest of us.

Victim's wallet in the gutter.

Credit cards, cash, gone. They left
license and registration.

Lived in a bungalow up the hill.

Romney turned mad? Maybe. Why did he go
for a walk? Could have gone down to

Sunset. We'll canvass in the morning.
Found dealers back with a white powder

under the body. Why do a drug deal on
the street? He lives just up the hill.

Joe, Frank, something here.

We're wrapping him up.

I noticed bruises on his left arm.
Fresh, before lividity, like he was

Then I see faint scratches on the left
side of his neck. You normally see this

kind of thing in a domestic.

Feel this.

Nothing out of the corners ending up in
the papers.

Done. Well, that nails it down. Does it?

Either A, robbery gone bad. Uh -huh.

B, domestic dispute. Uh -huh.

Or C, drug deal turned violent.

Pick one. I don't like any of them.

I vote for D.

None of the above.

The Hollywood Hills don't look fancy.

Like most things in life, looks can be
deceiving.

A little place here could run four grand
a month.

We found Eric Barton's door unlocked.

They say LA's a friendly town.

It is, but not that friendly.

Either Mr.

Barton left in a hurry, or someone was
here after he went out. He was moving

some stuff either in here or out to
somewhere else. Clothes, coffee cups,

razor, electric toothbrush.

That's been used recently.

Not just for sleeping. Make sure to bag
the seats.

I wonder where she went.

That's if she's not a he.

Most probably is she.

That's right, I remember now.

That's Kay Randall, his fiance.

And you would know that because?

It was in people.

I guess we gotta break the news.

I'm sorry, the shock.

Kate saw it on CNN.

She's in no condition.

And we'd hate to make her feel worse.

Everyone who's anyone in Hollywood has a
gatekeeper.

Eric Barton's fiancée, Kate Randall, was
a rising young star.

She had a manager named Deborah Larson
with an assistant named Brad Lee in tow.

Professional hangers -on.

In cases like this, time is of the
essence. Who is it, Deb?

Baby, it's the police.

Oh.

Of course.

Please come in.

We had dinner in Arcadia.

It's one of our favorites.

So we went back to Eric.

And I left around 12.

I was due on the set at 6 today.

And would he have expected anyone later?

I don't think so.

You know, it's been in class at 7 this
morning.

You and Mr. Barton last night, did you
have intimate relations?

What kind of?

Why would you ask that?

Just part of the investigation, ma 'am.

We didn't, no.

He was the most loving, good -hearted
person I have ever known.

I talked to his mom. She had the TV on
at breakfast.

She was so proud of him.

Would Mr. Barton have any reason to walk
down toward the strip?

I don't know.

Sometimes he'd walk just for exercise.

If I'd have been there, he wouldn't have
gone out.

This wouldn't have happened.

Did your fiancé have a problem with
illicit drugs?

No, not Eric. Not everyone in Hollywood
is Kurt Cobain, if you know who that is.

He's from Seattle, not Hollywood, Mr.
Lee. Could Mr. Barton have been using

drugs without your knowledge?

You already asked her that. Deborah,
stop.

What does it matter now?

Rebecca Barton had driven down from
Oxnard to see her son's lifeless body.

In situations like these, we hear the
grief, we listen for something else.

She gave us a picture of the child she
knew.

Was it a picture of who he really was?

Fairly often, the truth turned out to be
different.

We talked yesterday.

He was so happy.

Strange.

It was unusual?

Oh, no, no.

He was always happy. It was his
temperament.

I was the moody one.

His father always said that there was...
Well, everything had to have a

reason.

Some greater purpose.

Eric said that the other people around
him were so ambitious and always

And he was so happy to have been raised
on the ranch that it gave him a sense

of...

His place in the world.

Anything else in the blood?

No drugs at all. Thanks.

Toxicology on the victim. No drugs in
the bloodstream. Try this.

Those little bags of white powder he was
buying?

Cocaine. Well, how do you figure this?

Those little bags?

No prints on them. What? A couple of
smudges. Nothing usable like they were

wiped. No prints on the wallet except
the victim's.

How many dealers you know wipe their
prints?

So the team found no blood in the
victim's house, right?

Nothing. They're wrong. I'm not
surprised I almost missed it myself.

You saw this in the victim's bedroom.

You missed it too.

They were about to dust when I saw that
spot.

I thought coffee, maybe chocolate.

It's blood.

There's another drop here in the corner.

Fresh blood.

Maybe not last night, but fresh enough.

Well, maybe he cut himself. Put some
blood in the box. I doubt it.

I ran a spectro.

Cocaine in the blood.

If you had this much coke in your blood,
you'd be dead of a heart attack. No,

Emmett. The victim had no drugs in his
body.

So how long does it take cocaine to
leave the bloodstream?

12 to 24 hours. How recent is this
blood?

12 to 24 hours. All right, maybe I'm
missing something.

Same time frame, same blood.

Coke in one place and not the other?

Is there any explanation?

He has a twin who left some blood
behind.

Oh, take that to mean no.

The chief would appreciate your paying a
visit to the studio. I'm thinking

someone called the chief.

Was it the mayor? The mayor? We live in
a company town.

These executives raise substantial
amounts for the mayor's campaign.

You know how to talk to these movie
people. You blow smoke up their asses.

This is a courtesy call. They just want
to know we're doing our best. We're

trying to find who killed this kid.
We'll do it. No problem. What's the

guy's name?

Cary. Peter Cary.

Try to be polite.

Polite? What does she think I'm going to
do, pee in his waistband? I heard you

did that once. A courtesy call. Come on.
It's not a courtesy call.

Why would a busy studio executive like
Peter Carey want to see it? He wants to

know what we know.

Meaning? He's got something to hide.

I love this kid. I missed him already.
We were wondering if he was in any

trouble. I first met him. He was still
in graduate school.

Philosophy. Something useless.

I took him to dinner, and we walk in,
and people can't even see him yet, and

heads turn anyway.

I don't know what that is.

You can't buy it, you can't learn it.
You either have it or you don't.

And Eric had it.

Peter, they want to know about... I know
what they want to know.

He had his head on straight.

The movie Eric was in of ours would have
made him a star.

He wasn't interested in being a star.
That puts him in a small minority. Did

ever have any problems with drugs?

Drugs? Once, a very short period of
time. He went into a rehab.

Now I knew why we were here.

He liked the question about drugs. It
gave him what he wanted, a topic he

handle. That meant there was something
else, something he didn't want us to

know. He wasn't using now.

He was clean, right? He had the standard
insurance medical exam. He passed it.

You'd think this was all hype, but I'm
telling you the truth.

This was a good kid.

Wouldn't be very good for your movie if
he wasn't.

Do us a favor.

Don't mention drugs.

He deserves better.

The mention of rehab took us back to the
victim's fiancé.

She'd said he had no drug problem.

I don't know if I believe in God or
anything.

I just try to think that Eric's up
there.

I need to believe that.

Everyone needs to believe in something
higher than themselves.

Eric said it didn't matter if God
existed or not.

He said we just had to live as well as
we could in a difficult world.

Might be hard to do in your business.

You said Eric wasn't involved with
drugs, yet the studio mentioned he was

in rehab.

Have you ever lost anyone?

Don't do this to him. Ms. Randall, do
you know anyone he might have bought

from? Look, his mother will go into a
store and read about it in the Enquirer.

Eric mentioned him once, this dealer who
sold to people in the industry.

Um, Pinky something.

Pinky Wilson?

We've heard of him. That's right,
Wilson.

Eric said he had drug problems of his
own. He said he was a scary guy.

The movie people thought Pinky Wilson
was a scary guy.

To us, he was just another low -life
drug dealer.

Yeah, who is it? Mr. Wilson, LAPD.

I'll be right there.

Mr. Wilson?

Fucking dope.

Never run from the cops.

You're a dumb son of a bitch. We just
wanted to talk to you.

You're under arrest for possession of
narcotics.

Yours. Leave me my rights. I want a
lawyer.

Yeah, you're gonna need one.

What is this crap? Four grams of coke to
start, then we'll talk about homicide.

Him? He could no more kill anyone than I
could. What homicide?

Eric Barton. First of all, that drug
bust is crap.

No warrants, no exigent circumstances.
He ran that exigent. He had coke. That's

possession. Pinky, where were you
Thursday at 1 a .m.? I'll tell you

where I was. Shut up.

What do you got?

He's known to the victim as Prince from
the victim's house. A desk, a chair, two

thumbs, and an index finger. Oh, God.
Would you shut up?

Fingerprints last for years.

You got his prints on the victim, the
murder weapon.

You got a witness.

Yeah, we got a witness.

Just to get one thing straight, I ain't
seen Bart in years, okay? Wednesday

night, Thursday morning.

Wednesday night, Catalina Island, making
a delivery. You don't need no PhD to

know what it was.

I missed the 1015 ferry, last one out of
Avalon by like 30 seconds, and made a

stink. The idiot dockmaster ought to
remember.

Seeing I can't swim Catalina Bay, I
stayed the night. Where'd you stay?

gonna hold that one. He's looking at
murder one.

I said we're gonna hold it.

Is he our guy? I don't know. Maybe.

No witnesses here.

All right, let's go through it again.

Take your time and look carefully.

In the lineup, it's not about the people
behind the glass. It's about the

witness. How does he react?

What I saw was strange.

His eyes went to number five, then moved
across the others.

Maybe number four. Then straight back to
number five again.

Our witness wasn't deciding if he
recognized Pinky Wilson. He recognized

He was deciding whether to tell us.

Maybe number five.

Number five, step forward.

Yeah, it could be him.

I can't be sure.

Step back.

Thank you for your help.

Officer will drive you home.

Did you see what I saw? He recognized
Pinky. He didn't want to idea him.

Could anyone have gotten to your
witness? Could anyone even know you had

No. We said witness. It shook them up.

Good news and bad news.

The good news, Doc Master can't remember
Pinky, so his alibi sucks.

Bad news, campus on the strip. They had
gas stations, anything open at 2 in the

morning. No one saw Eric Barton.

I better let the VA know we're nowhere.

Don't forget the mayor.

That's not fun.

Time of death, approximately 2 .33.

Young man led a healthy life, which has
come to quite a bad end.

Knife penetrated seven inches, a sharp
single -edged blade. Not a hunting

I guess kitchen carver.

And you think he was stabbed standing on
the street?

Yes, maybe.

Maybe? What about the blood on the pants
and shoes?

I saw that.

That's a problem.

He gets stabbed here.

He falls.

The victim's on the sidewalk.

His head is higher than his feet. When
the heart stops, the blood flows to the

lowest point. The blood should pool here
quickly.

And it didn't. No.

The abdomen, which tells me the victim
was sitting when he got stabbed, and

a half hour or so later, he was moved.
So he was sitting on the curb. Or in a

car. Your best professional opinion,
Sanjay, make it stick.

What am I saying, Mr. Pretend you're in
court.

It's likely.

The body was moved. Thanks.

Play it back from the beginning.

From the body? From the witness. He
heard a loud argument on the street.

How many apartments in that building
face the street?

Six or eight.

But it was three in the morning. They
were all asleep. Yeah?

Well, I read the division report. There
were two who were not asleep, and they

heard nothing. But our guy heard a live
fight. Now, his windows. When we walked

in, open or closed.

Closed. Damn it.

I was younger. My timing was better.

When you get old, all your timing gets
bad.

All right, his windows were closed.

But it was open when he heard the
argument, right?

Goes to the window, sees a guy running
by, closes it. Why?

Argument's over.

This you, John?

Yeah.

All right, I appreciate that.

Thank you. I was waiting for this one.

Our victim's credit card, never used.

Robbery, cards are gone, no one used
them. That doesn't make any sense.

there was no robbery.

There was no argument, no dope deal. A
witness recognized the guy. You getting

this?

The setup.

I don't like it.

You're asking me to approve warrants
based on filing a false police report. A

little hard evidence would help. You've
got a bunch of theories here and not

very good ones. Can we absolutely prove
it? No.

Could a DA run with it? Maybe.

Let's be honest.

You don't want a DA to try this,
witness.

You want to arrest him to scare him. You
recall the Mitchell case? Lousy

probable cause. We broke a homicide.

Hear me?

Arrest.

Search.

Thank you.

Second, what do you guess?

What are you doing here? You lied to us,
Brian.

You didn't hear a fight that night. I
don't know what you're talking about.

Can you tell us now or it gets worse?

You're under arrest for filing a false
police report and obstruction of

Don't move around too much or the cops
will cut into your wrist.

You want to scare him? He's scared.

What do you want me to say?

You seem like a good guy, Brian.

Telling the truth would be a good place
to start.

Let me read you something.

I was studying.

I looked out. He ran down the hill.

That's what you said just after we got
to your apartment.

If I called every time a fight woke me
up, I'd never get any sleep. You said

that just before we left. So which is
it? You were studying or the fight woke

you up?

Who told you the lie?

How did they get you to do it?

You said I had the right to a phone
call.

I'd like to make it now.

Who is this kid? His lawyer is Zack
Schneider. You don't pick him out of a

book.

Obstruction charges will never stick.

I know.

Kid will be getting out in a few hours.
Meantime, let him sit in his cell for a

while. Think about going to prison.

This isn't like you. Brian's still
clean. No record.

He lies in a homicide investigation.

Someone's using him. Bruce?

Detective. A false police report
obstruction?

You're not backing this.

There's a colorable charge. Fancy
counsel for this kid. Where'd your

you? None of your business.

You suborn perjury, it's my business.

Grat in me, detective, you better be
prepared to back it up. If your client

tells us you advised them of the lie,
I'll be at your disbarment hearing.

It's worse than my Doberman. Get him a
leash.

Joe, lab's got a surprise.

Now you tell us. Do I look like an x
-ray machine to you?

I cannot read DNA with my bare eyes.
Well, you could have checked the sheets

yesterday. We do work a few cases better
than yours.

Sheets two, pillowcases four.

We typed the theme in assuming that it
would all be the same.

Him, DNA match, your victim.

Another him.

Two guys.

Anything indicate a woman was also in
the bed?

No. A woman would have left vaginal
secretions behind.

Burton was gay?

I guess you can't tell by looking.

My mom thought Rock Hudson was the
sexiest man in the world.

Do gay guys leave Playboy lying around?

We could ask the fiancé.

You want to pop this question?

Yeah, I do.

They keep telling me I should work.

It would distract me.

Hard to work at a time like this.

Eric said we work no matter what.

Show must go on. That's what we live by.

You said Eric and you had not had sex
that night.

If you had, we'd ask if anyone was with
you.

I don't understand.

It appears he was in bed with another
man.

Is it possible he was gay?

No, that's not possible.

That's the craziest thing I've ever
heard. Well, the forensic's evident.

Well, I loved this man.

I spent my days and my nights with him.
A woman knows these things, all right?

It might help us find who killed him.

Well, I suppose you might have. The way
men looked at him.

But it wasn't his looks.

I mean, he was handsome, but...

It was something else. It was something
inside. If you could think of anyone he

might have slept with. Thank you.

I don't believe it. And I don't want to
hear it.

Boy, that wasn't fun.

I wouldn't take it personally.

Friday?

When this happened?

Okay, why?

Deborah Larson was so concerned about
her client.

The second we asked if Eric Barton was
gay, she went to the phone just as she

called me.

We're in the fantasy business,
detective.

The girls have to want to go to bed with
the star. Which is why gay stars get

married. Like Eric Barton was about to
do.

You're a detective.

You see things.

Maybe you've noticed.

I play for the other team.

You're Canadian.

No one cares what I do in bed.

Star, is Redford gay?

Clint Eastwood?

No.

But imagine, at 25 or 30, one of them
were to come out of the closet.

All those movies they made?

They would have never happened.

You have a movie coming out. A $35
million romance with Eric Barton making

to his fiancée on screen.

I think we've made our point. And here's
our point. This is a murder

investigation.

And I don't think you're telling us
everything you know.

Now, maybe a grand jury subpoena would
clear your thoughts.

He said you were hostile and rude.

Hostile, maybe. Not rude.

This isn't 1950.

What do you think, studio executives are
covering up murders?

$35 million movie.

Two stars most of us have never heard
of. It goes down, he goes down. I'm

dancing here. What do you want me to do?
Don't dance us onto the front page. We

don't need publicity.

She have a problem?

She wants to enroll us in charm school.

Our witness, Brian Stowe.

Charges dropped at arraignment.

Check this.

S .I .D. is searching his apartment.

There's a knock at the door. A delivery
guy.

Brownish hair, about 25.

The return address on the envelope?

Larson Management.

Deborah Larson. Delivery boy's her
assistant.

Awesome, huh?

We arrest this guy, and while he's
sitting in his cell, he gets a package

someone he shouldn't even know.

I'll talk to the manager. You talk to
Stowe.

But hold it.

He's lawyered up.

Last I checked, Supreme Court says I
can't ask him anything. Who said ask?

I don't chit -chat the weather. I don't
care. Find a way to run into him. Be

nice. He'll talk to you.

Detective Smith.

Sorry about this morning.

It's my job, you know?

What are you doing here?

Are you following me?

No. I just got off duty. I live in the
neighborhood.

Man, it's got to be rough, huh?

If I was you, I wouldn't want to be
involved.

End up with my name in the papers?

No.

Why would that happen?

Eventually we'll find who the killer is.

Case will go to trial.

You're our witness.

What if my testimony wouldn't matter?

What if Eric's murder had nothing to do
with that fight on the street?

Well, then you wouldn't be a witness.

You know, it's funny.

You said Eric's murder.

Almost like you sort of knew him.

Excuse me.

I got class.

Eric's murder has taken its toll on all
of us.

We were very close.

You know, I'd represented him for years.

Deborah Larson and her assistant both
knew why I was here.

She was composed.

He looked like he'd been caught in the
headlights.

Larson was doing her best, working
overtime with her sadness about Eric

death. Anything to avoid the question
she knew was coming. And you deal with

their ups and downs.

It's like clients are like family. You
know, you love them like your own

children.

Please, sit down.

I only need a minute. Do you have a
working relationship with a Brian Stowe?

Uh, with an E. Well, we do business with
a lot of people. I can't say I know

them all.

Could you check?

Sure.

You had to admire her. She didn't blink.
She hadn't missed a beat.

But her assistant heard every word.

He was scared.

She wasn't.

She'd play this for all it was worth.

Well, we have a small film company and
apparently we've offered him a role in

one of the films we're casting.

Mr. Stowe is a witness in this case.

That's an odd coincidence.

The assistant was the answer.

We staked out his boss's office at the
end of the day and waited for him to

leave. He would break. I was sure of it.

He wouldn't cover for his boss if he
knew how much trouble he was in.

We just had to hit him fast and hard.

Here we go.

Mr. Lee.

Brad. I don't have anything to say to
you, all right?

You delivered a package to Brian Stowe's
apartment?

Your boss said your company hired him,
but you know what we think?

We think you tampered with a witness in
a homicide investigation.

Now it gets messy.

That kind of thing, you can go to
prison.

I don't want a lawyer.

I just want to get out of it.

So what was in the envelope?

A contract.

It was around noon.

Debra took a call.

Right away, she called the studio.

Carrie, she's got to deal with him.

They sent a contract.

It was supposed to be for a role in some
movie Debra's producing.

She stuck it in the envelope and told me
to deliver it right away.

I don't know anything else.

You are not going to arrest Brian Stowe
again. They sent a contract for a job

over the minute we picked him up. That's
not enough. The kid practically

admitted to Frank he knew Eric Barton.

Practically admitted. Walk backwards.

Indulge me. Drugs on the crime scene,
convenient.

The fiance named a dealer who also knew
the victim. Also convenient. And it

almost worked.

They wanted us to find the dealer and
hoped it would stop there. You skipped a

beat. Who's they?

Brian Stowe can tell us.

DA's willing to charge Stowe again and
deal down for a misdemeanor.

You already talked to the DA.

We thought you might back us up.

Bring him in.

We're not interested in the deal. Wake
up, Counselor. You got a client, got

offered a job.

What do you think it looks like? What
led you to that information? An

What got you that envelope? A bogus
search warrant? Fruit of the poisonous

None of it's admissible.

You violated his right to counsel.
You're whistling through your ass.

Non -custodial setting. I didn't ask him
a single question.

Brian, you don't want it to go like
this. He's not talking. Leave him alone.

you leave me alone. Brian. I don't want
a lawyer, and I sure don't want you.

Voluntary dismissal of counsel.

Brian, you're making a mistake.

The only mistake I made was doing any of
this in the first place.

I didn't know they'd offer me that part.

I auditioned for it months ago.

What happened?

They said they had pictures of us.

Me and Eric.

Naked.

I moved in down the street.

We couldn't live together.

They said Eric had to get married, you
know, that if he came out, he... his

career would be over.

You were lovers.

She said that if I didn't do what they
wanted, she'd give the

pictures to the tabloids.

I wasn't thinking if they would really
do it. She said they would.

Who?

Deborah.

She woke me up and said that...

I had to tell the cops that I heard an
argument.

And then... I saw that guy at the line
-up.

I knew who he was and how everyone did.

Eric... Eric hated it. He hated all the
lies and...

And the straight guy magazines around
for the reporter if he said it wasn't

worth it to be a star oh My god, I

loved him Who

killed him She always knew

He started bringing stuff over from her
house, and

she told him that if he came out, he'd
ruin

everything.

He told me she said that she'd kill him.

He tried to destroy everything she'd
worked for.

Who did they think they were?

It's all here to stay, you know?

We'll never get her with us.

I know.

That means she knows you were looking in
the wrong place. She's guilty.

Wait. What about the girl's manager?

No blood in the house, no blood in the
car.

The manager came over and did the dirty
work.

If you're telling me that there's no
case, you're telling me for a reason.

Call the chief.

We've got to bust the mayor's friend.

Excuse me. That's studio guy, Kerry.

He sent a contract for a job. That's
witness tampering. We can use him.

Use him how?

You want me to get her on Kate?

Yeah, where's the wire on Kate Randall?

Cooperate, no prosecution.

Stonewall multiple charges.

On top of witness tampering, there's
accessory obstruction.

This is my life.

I'd never work in this business again.

As you said, your industry forgives a
lot.

I can't do this.

Peter, here's my advice.

You'll do it or you'll spend time in
prison.

Be honest. Do you think you can handle
jail?

Here he comes.

He's going to the door.

How are you, sweetheart?

Holding up?

I'm all right. You want something to
drink?

He's good.

Yeah, a glass of wine would be fine.
What do you have?

Just opened a Cabernet. It's in the
kitchen.

Perfect.

Kate, I must tell you, I had a terrible
morning.

I got a call from the cops.

You? Why you?

Take it slow.

They think I'm involved.

Involved in what?

You know, covering up what happened to
Eric.

I don't believe this.

Come on, Kate, don't play games with me.
What the hell are you talking about?

Katie, it was fairly simple to figure
out. You had the same argument you

had. You lost control.

I mean, it's not like I wouldn't
understand if it was my career. What the

are you suggesting? That I killed Eric?
Have you lost your mind? Katie, this is

me you're talking to, not some PR flack.
You have some nerve. Get out of my

house. Get out of here right now. Come
on, Kate. Goodbye, Peter.

Katie, this is me you're talking to, not
some PR. You have some nerve. Get out

of my house. Get out of here right now.
Come on, Kate. Goodbye, Peter.

Play it again.

You want something? A drink?

Debra's been bringing food.

Yeah, a glass of wine would be fine.
What do you have?

Let's drop into Cabernet. It's in the
kitchen.

Perfect.

Kate, let's tell you... Stop.

Before that silence.

Footsteps to the kitchen. Drop the
footsteps. I want to hear what's

Louder.

Pencil. Son of a bitch tipped her off.

Wrote her a note. Warned her.

Called the DA. Tell him to pick him up.

I couldn't let myself believe it was
over.

You play it all back. You look for what
you missed.

Did we have anything that didn't fit?

They could still take her to trial.

They'll lose.

No blood in the car.

I called the restaurant again. Same old
story.

Valet said she drove off with Barton in
her camera.

Give me a loop.

Give me a loop. One of those
photographer things.

Come on, I know somebody got one.

Driver's door inside panel.

Same day as the murder.

She wasn't driving the car. It was in
the shop.

Maintenance.

Came in Wednesday, picked up Friday.

Machine took control.

What'd she leave at?

Loner. Not really a loaner. We charge
for them now.

Well, where's the loaner now?

The loaner? I have to look.

Service order.

Loaner.

B -6392.

It's out back in the lot. What kind of
car is it?

A Camry. Camry.

Last chance.

Go get your hopes up.

Give me some good news.

Well. It's been washed, but you can't
get it all out.

Vinyl and carpet soaked in blood.

At the end, we were in a familiar place.

We knew what a good lawyer could do.

Blood evidence didn't convict O .J.

A car sitting in a parking lot for days,
a definition of reasonable doubt.

You have one last hope.

Show them another way. Give them a way
out.

I told my partner this should be one -on
-one. It only worked when it was

personal.

I hope that was right.

You don't think it'll be solved?

Well, no, we have a suspect.

The question is, where's it going to go
from here?

I don't understand.

You think you know who did it?

Yeah, I think we do.

I think you do, too.

Coriolanus.

That's a violent play.

Most tragedies are.

You go to the theater.

I would have thought you liked movies.

I'm a kid my parochial school used to
take us.

Classic.

Arthur Miller, stuff like that.

Those years, I remember three acts.

Two intermissions.

I got candy twice.

Sometimes in life, like a play, last
act.

You see things coming.

This one could go two ways.

Yours.

Ours.

And what's my way?

You tell me.

No.

You tell me.

He had an argument.

Driving back from the restaurant.

You were losing him.

And maybe your career that you thought
maybe he would help you with.

You weren't thinking clearly.

You were scared.

There was a buck.

He was moving things from your house.

You found a kitchen knife.

You didn't mean to use it.

Why don't you tell it to the DA?

He'll figure something out.

I doubt they would be as sympathetic as
you are.

Well, we're not talking about sympathy.

When you looked up in the sky, you know,
and you'd hoped that he'd be up there,

you were very convincing.

If you weren't telling the truth, you...
You're some actress.

I was telling the truth.

You think I'm a great actress?

I am.

Kate Randall asked for time to change
her clothes, fix her hair, which did

She wanted to come in without handcuffs.
We said no.

I thought about the choices people make,
how every step in life can take an

unexpected turn.

Eric Barton made a choice.

It ended in his death.

Kate Randall, she was good at what she
did.

At her trial, I figured she'd give the
performance of her life.

Peter Carey testified for the state of
California. He entered a plea of

obstruction in the second degree and is
serving nine months at the state men's

facility at San Luis Obispo.

Deborah Larson testified for the state
of California. She entered a plea of

accessory to manslaughter and is serving
four years at the state women's

institution at Frontera.

Catherine Randall was tried for
involuntary manslaughter. She testified

fiancé had attacked her and she had
accidentally killed him. The jury was

to reach a verdict.

She is currently free on bail while the
district attorney prepares for a new

trial.