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

The names have been changed to protect the innocent.

It was Thursday. It was overcast in Los Angeles.

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

The call came in at 7 .40. White male beaten to death in MacArthur Park.

For the unfortunate in L .A., this was like an outdoor motel.

Bring your blanket and spend the night.

My name's Friday.

I'm a cop.

The park's upper class were Salvadorian drug dealers competing for turf.

Without armed protection, this is the last place you'd want to find yourself

after dark.

I thought I had a bad night.

Hey, Terry.

Hey, Joe.

Blunt force trauma.

Three to four blows.

TOD around midnight.

Weapon? No, nothing yet.

Laceration suggests something with an edge. An edge?

Yeah, that's not all. Check the eyes.

Petechial hemorrhaging.

He was asphyxiated.

Strangled? Not without ligature marks.

No thumb impressions.

Smothered, maybe.

A head trauma could have caused the seizure.

We'll have to take a closer look.

Found these on him.

Portia, put this on the perimeter search. Might be nearby.

Drove here in a yellow Carrera. That guy had balls.

Put some tape around that car. Make sure no one touches it until it goes down

pound.

This was in the bushes about 50 yards north.

Cleaned out.

That's the license though.

SC student.

Jason Francis Beale.

989 Central Plaza.

Hollywood Hills.

He's way off his turf. Whoa.

But on someone else's.

Bangers wasting paint on a white kid. You buying this, Carlos?

That's an A3 tag.

It's supposed to be anyway.

Meaning? It's wrong.

Should be a figure eight. Point of pride with these guys.

What, a rival gang looking to pin it on somebody else? There's no artistry here.

Frame job or no, any banger's got to know how to tag.

Here, take it in.

The body was marked with a gang sign.

If it seems too good to be true, it usually is.

1 .42 p .m.

We were in the corners as the Beale family felt the earth fall from beneath

their feet.

It was part of the job that kept you up night.

Different cultures have different ideas when it comes to viewing the body.

Some want to see it all, some only the face, and some just take our word for

We know that Jason was at SC, a grad student.

Business program.

The strings I had to pull to get him in.

Unfortunately, Mr. Bill, there's only one kind of business in MacArthur Park.

So this was a drug thing?

You don't seem surprised.

My son had some problems.

Yeah, but he also had some money.

MacArthur Park's looking to buy on the cheap.

The money didn't come from me. I cut him off two years ago. I was paying his

tuition, that's it.

That was a result of his drug problem.

Senior year was the last straw.

Got kicked off the water polo team for testing positive for cocaine.

Almost a year we've been out of touch.

So you don't know any of his current friends?

Georgina.

I want to know about Jason's friends.

They could call Eddie Paul in.

I've seen him recently with Jason.

He's at the SC Film School.

The day before yesterday, we had lunch at Chaya.

Jason sent his eye back.

Twice. Too rare.

That was Jason. He knew what he wanted.

We heard that might have included drugs.

He dabbled.

He dabbled in MacArthur Park?

Look, I don't know. I didn't see him.

I've been putting in 24 -hour days reinterpreting Slavko Vorkopitch's

intellectual montage.

All right, yeah.

Maybe he was down there buying.

See, he must have known some upscale deals, right? So why the park?

I risked a lookout for him.

That's probably why he was there.

Jason got off on risk.

The higher, the better.

A kid just out of Etsy with a rich father will cut him off.

No money, starting out in the world.

Jason Beal should have been living with roommates in a crowded party house down

at the beach.

Somehow he got in a bungalow in the Hollywood Hills that probably went for

grand a month.

The question was how.

Who was this kid?

The guy sure didn't know how to live.

When he was alive?

Don't eat the dead guy's candy, Frank.

They don't have that family album. Look.

What's with the numbers? I don't know.

Maybe photo art.

Volunteer work. Who knows?

I don't see him as a social activist.

Hey, Joe.

Got a laptop in here. Check the email.

Come on. Now you're hogging it all. Wait a second.

Friday, this is junk mail. I get this kind of stuff all the time.

Did you ever reply to junk mail? No.

This guy did.

So it's personal.

I'd say it's real personal.

We got the home address on Jason's alluring e -pen pal, Kerry Toft.

Sky -high cheekbones, tentpole waist.

Aftermarket silicone upgrades. About the only real thing on Carrie was her

attitude. High maintenance, high risk.

Right up Jason's alley.

Sorry about the mess. I'm kind of crazed.

Pilot season.

You should see my place.

We're trying to piece together Jason Beals last night.

Yeah. Like, I can't believe it. He was such a great guy.

But I hadn't talked to him in about a week.

Enemies? Anybody have anything against him?

No. I mean...

He could rub people the wrong way.

He had a real sense of... It's called displacement behavior by pet shrinks on

the animal channel.

We call it babble.

Instant gratification.

I mean, when he saw... She's worried about something that my partner will

He just took it.

And like the old cold, warm, and warmer of a hide -and -seek game, when he finds

it, Carrie will let us know.

Who's this?

The...

Just some guy?

That's Lee.

Why is he important?

What? Carrie, you're not very happy that I picked up that photo.

Lee is my boyfriend.

Jason and I were just buddies.

Care to rephrase?

Lee know about Jason?

You guys are way off.

Lee had nothing to do with what happened to Jason.

You know where he is?

Sure, I sort of knew him. We used to play together.

We heard Jason might have had a little trouble with a drug test.

Yeah, that was rough.

That goes out the window real quick when you show positive for coke.

Ain't man testing a bitch. Tell me about it.

So what about last night?

What about it?

Looks like you had a late night, that's all.

Yeah, I was at the library studying.

Must be hard balancing athletics and school.

What subject?

Biome. So you and Jason kept in touch?

Not really.

You know, I don't like the idea that you think that I... Think what?

Never personally. We actually think there may be a drug gamble.

Not really, no. We're not narcsly. Just give us a name. No strength.

Like someone around MacArthur Park?

Comics by Blow, MacArthur Park. Yeah, that's a bad question.

Enlighten us.

Where would Jason go to school?

Payami. Y -A -M. He's a dealer.

How many?

I'm coming up.

That was narco. They got seven most recent addresses on Payami. I'm gonna go

sort through them.

Check with the corner. See where they are on that autopsy.

Detective?

Alana. Yeah, Jason's sister.

I didn't know you were coming by. I hope you weren't waiting long.

I was on my way back from the funeral home.

My mom really isn't in shape to deal with things, and I just wanted to tell

I don't know what you found out about my brother, but my father and Jason...

Yeah, we know it's a problem, right?

He was just obsessed with Jason being successful.

Like him.

If you call that successful.

My father isn't exactly the most honorable man.

He never cared who got laid off or screwed over as long as his earnings

street.

Your brother subscribed to that?

He was making money.

He called me last week, took me to lunch.

There he was, throwing his keys at the valet, snapping at the waiters.

I'm sorry, I don't know why I came. I should go.

Other people don't know your brother like you did.

He'd never acted like that before.

It wasn't him.

I guess I just needed to say whatever he'd gotten himself into, whatever he'd

become. It wasn't his fault.

Did your brother ever work at any homeless shelters?

Suit kitchens?

Not that I know of.

Because we found these at his place.

Any idea what day it might be?

No. Sorry.

I should go.

Thank you.

Established dealers make specific choices in architecture.

Expensive surroundings justify higher prices and the erroneous belief that

better quality is offered.

Farhad Payami had moved past mid -level into classic Spanish revival.

Thick walls, empty hallways. He kept his door ajar so the neighbors wouldn't

hear it opening and closing all day and get suspicious.

It's a smart idea most of the time.

Not today.

Cops.

The other white meat.

See what you did there, Joe?

You just called us pigs.

Put it in like a roundabout kind of way.

Clever.

You got a warrant?

You don't need a warrant to have a conversation, do you? I'm not feeling

conversational. Just tell us about Jason Beal.

Doesn't ring a bell.

Kind of like you guys.

Doesn't knock.

Doesn't ring a bell.

Client of yours.

Got killed sometime last night.

Sucks for him.

His cell phone record says he paged you at 7 .14 p .m. Sucks for you.

You get a lot of pages.

Let's make this easy.

It's your play, I spy.

I spy with my little eye 100 one -ounce Ziploc bags with cocaine residue on the

coffee table. I don't like that game.

All right.

Let's say hypothetically I know the guy. So hypothetically, when did he come

over and what did he want?

I'm not saying he came by at 8 .30, and I'm not saying he wanted a couple of

eight balls and some wet.

And then he was on his way.

Well, wet's kind of ghetto for a rich kid, don't you think?

Ghetto's in, man.

PCP's making a big comeback.

Well, congratulations.

And that's about all I'm not going to say about Jason Beal.

Constitutional positive for cocaine.

What about PCP? He bought joints dipped in the stuff.

Special wet sauce?

Nope. So he loads up at fire high, does a few bumps, heads downtown to unload

it. Now, not enough weight to be delivering.

Actually, it looks like someone delivered him to the crime scene.

Check it out.

Finger marks.

So he was dragged.

Or carried.

But dead bodies don't bruise.

Before lividity sets in, they do.

You got a small window post -mortem. So somebody whacks him on the head.

Smothers him.

Carried the body to the concrete so they can tag him. Pinned it on 8th Street.

Except he wasn't smothered.

And I'm thinking he wasn't killed in the park either.

What the hell is that?

From his bronchi and trachea.

Equal parts.

Mucus, air, and water.

Drowner's cocktail.

Drowned? Yep.

Chlorinated water.

I'd look for a well -maintained pool.

Chlorinated water offered a limited pool of possibilities.

First on the list was Olympic wannabe Lee Kaloff, with his working knowledge

water polo and drug dealing.

Studying biology at the library.

It's a little late for that.

What do you mean?

You flunked biology.

Last semester.

Okay, I was out of town in Vegas.

This is a homicide investigation, and you lied to us about your alibi. So why

the hell should we believe you this time?

The guy that paid our way to Vegas isn't alone.

A rich one.

If anybody found out, it'd be considered a gift. My eligibility would be shot.

I'm trying to make the Olympic team.

God, why is this happening?

Relax.

This thing checks out. The Olympic Committee doesn't need to know.

I knew Carrie was sleeping with him.

The guy's got serious money, and...

And then you're on scholarship.

Any idea how he made that money?

We told Terry he was the movie producer, but then everyone tells her that.

We had run a check on Jason Beal's credit cards.

One charge was from a convenience store two blocks from MacArthur Park.

What made it unusual was the time.

3 .35 a .m.

Well, after Jason's death.

Yeah, I forgot to check ID.

Either Jason Beale was reincarnated as a street person or we got ourselves a

suspect. I know him. I see him down the block at the mission.

Yeah, Kermit.

Been coming here most nights. About six months now.

Wednesday night?

Like I say, he comes, he goes.

About that guy who got killed in the park.

We're looking for anyone who might be a witness.

Here.

Right.

Is there something funny?

Four men died in that park last year from exposure.

Nobody gave a damn.

Now some rich white boy goes away, doesn't belong, and all of a sudden it's

cop convention down here.

Well, isn't he well informed?

It's my neighborhood chief.

Do you know anyone that might be involved?

No, I don't.

Just hope Kerm or some other poor guy doesn't take the rap. Nobody takes the

unless they're guilty.

We just want to talk to them.

I'll tell you what.

Let's go to my office.

Make a couple of phone calls, see what I can dig up.

This way, gentlemen.

Sometimes a helping hand is only offered to take your attention off the other

hand, the one hiding the ace.

Sykes went from Al Sharpton to Emily Post on a dime.

And to me, that said he wasn't leading us to his office as much as he was

leading us away from something or someone.

Hey, Kermit, LAPD. I'm Sergeant Friday. This is Detective Smith.

You're going to take a little ride with us, Kermit. Sure.

Got all the time in the world. Been shopping at Barney's lately, Mr. Beale?

I go where God commands.

He never said anything about Barney.

Let's go.

So, Kermit, where'd you get the wallet?

Yeah, I found that in the trash can in the park.

Found it, huh?

That's what I do. I find things.

That's a convenient hobby.

No, it's not a hobby. I find things where he tells me.

Who tells you?

Mm -mm, just God.

I don't listen to the other voices.

I listen to and I obey only him. Did God ever tell you to kill Jason Beale?

No.

No! Hey, hey.

We don't think you just found the wallet, Kermit.

See, you knew Mr. Beale.

Yeah.

The wars. The wars.

And God punishes the sinners.

And Jason was a sinner.

We're all sinners, my brother.

And we will all be forgiven.

So if you accidentally killed Jason Beale, God would forgive you?

Yeah.

I accidentally killed him. How?

Well, only you could tell us that, Kermit.

I'm schizophrenic.

There's a lot I don't know, a lot I could never figure out in my head. Like,

guys are talking to me, but the others are talking to me, too.

Hard to figure out.

You really think he just stumbled across those credit cards? Someone's trying to

make a murder look like a robbery.

Take Bill's wallet, throw it in the trash.

Maybe there's a connection, but I don't see Kermit drowning Bill, and I don't

see him spray painting a phony tag.

There's a fountain on the other side of the park.

Well, we should at least get SID to test the water.

Knock yourself out, Frank.

He knows Jason from the war.

What the hell does that mean?

Maybe the war of voices in his head.

Who knows what's real with that guy?

Well, that Polaroid of Kermit is real.

Jason was using him for something.

You think it has something to do with the number on the picture?

I know how to find out.

You can tell a lot about someone by what they keep on their hard drive.

Jason's laptop was overflowing with hip -hop MP3s, bukkake video streams, and

numerous references to something called... Bum Wars.

They're reference numbers.

Names, locations, and descriptions.

Financial statements.

Bum Wars was Jason Bills' company.

What kind of company?

A website.

Some kind of video company. They sell their tapes online.

So it's got a lot of bells and whistles. Really well done.

Bums fighting bums. This is for real.

Welcome to the net retail.

Now we know how Jason funded his lifestyle.

Buy it.

See if you can get it here overnight.

We finally knew what put Jason Beal together with the homeless in MacArthur

Park. Bad as it was, it still didn't tell us how Jason had died.

The crime lab thought they had an answer.

Possible murder weapon over here. We're testing it now.

No wood splinters found in the skull.

He's right. Chances are we're looking at something metal.

Let's try it anyway, you know.

Joe, looks like our tag is colored.

Well, if it did the tag, then that rules out gang involvement. No banger's going

to leave behind a good can of paint.

Dusted check for print.

Get a spectrographic comparison on the paint.

The tape we ordered was spewing its still status by 10 the next morning,

courtesy of overnight delivery.

We've all seen those shows where a starving co -ed dressed in feathers

food from the other tribe.

Or a dentist from St. Louis eats boiled yak testicles buried in a bowl of worms.

Look at this.

Paying homeless men to beat each other senseless.

This was entertainment.

You ever read Sports Illustrated?

Excellent.

There's a section in each issue.

This week's sign of the apocalypse.

This tape's got to be worth at least ten weeks.

Now there's a familiar face.

Kermit. It looks like someone's off his meds.

That's the most vile, disgusting thing I've ever seen. I don't disagree, Paige.

It's also evidence.

Of what?

There's no murder on that tape.

There is felony assault.

They took advantage of these people. Sorry, Counselor, it's material.

Kermit, you knew Jason, right?

You fought other men for him. When he gave me the wet.

Gave you what?

Wet. He's talking about PCP. To make him fight.

So Jason gave you this stuff Wednesday night in the park.

Now did God punish Jason, Kermit? Kermit?

Don't answer that. Did Jason... Did Jason really die?

Yes.

Jason died, Kermit.

And maybe God protected you by painting something near the body so you wouldn't

get caught.

Jason died.

He had to be punished.

Okay, guys, this interview's over. Oh, I'm not surprised.

People got hurt. Kermit, we're going to talk about this later. He had to be

punished. She deserved it.

Look, let me talk it over with him.

Maybe there's something to be worked out.

Okay.

The factory floor for Bum Wars Incorporated was the dirt of MacArthur

But their executive offices had a skyline view from a high -rent high

Wilshire. I guess that's our Los Angeles version of the wages of sin.

And look who was on the payroll.

Hey, Eddie.

Oh, hey.

What are you guys doing here?

Just dropped in to talk to Jason's business partners.

You neglected to tell us that was you.

Actually, it's he and I.

Greg Kovic.

We were both close friends of Jason's.

This was his ship. We're just hoping to keep it afloat.

Why don't we go to the conference room?

Quite an organization you've got here.

Yeah, we're scrabbling to get the follow -up ready for distribution.

Somehow I don't think that has anything to do with Vukovic and his montage.

Vorkovich. I've had to split my time between projects.

We've taken over 6 ,000 pre -orders this month alone.

At 20 bucks a pop, that's quite a profit, huh?

Worldwide demand.

We're blowing up in Thailand, Germany, Japan, you name it.

You guys ever get any threats?

Yeah, we get a file drawer full of them. We'd love to read them.

You know, we provide for these people money, food, whatever they need.

You ever provide them with wet?

I don't know what you mean.

Really?

We're not the bad guys here.

We're raising awareness about the homeless problem.

So, any ideas on who killed Jason?

Here's one. Where were you Wednesday night?

Here with Eddie.

If need be, others can verify it.

Yeah, they'll need to.

Look, it's sad, but who can be surprised?

A lot of sick minds on those streets down there.

They say it's always sunny in California.

I kept thinking about Greg and Eddie and how I wanted a reason to send them

somewhere they'd never see the sun again.

But I needed a reason.

We put out word for Bumworth's talent.

We figured we might find someone with a grudge.

Yeah, there was a guy.

Senator. I called him Senator on account he always wore a tie.

They were filming him and another guy on a roof, and Senator fell right off the

building, dead on impact.

The cops come? Later. Yeah.

They figured just another wino, but on the street, they say he was doing a bum

war. Anyone you know see this?

Bums?

Who's going to believe them?

Sounds like a possible homicide.

This senator have a real name?

Real name doesn't matter out here.

Whatever you used to be.

It's a lifetime ago.

Thanks.

Nothing. Something.

John Doe, found behind condemned building on Spring and 6th. Head trauma,

multiple fractures. I think his sister would take it a five -story dive.

That's different.

What? Homeless, nameless, kinless, should have gone to an unmarked grave,

got picked up by a funeral home.

Someone had to pay for that.

Somebody cared.

Then maybe too much. Maybe. Weeder Brothers, that's in Hollywood.

I'll go get the car.

One of the perks of being a cop is you never lose your sense of surprise.

Show me a hundred women. I'd have never picked Sadie Andrews as having a husband

who lived on the street and who, in the end, paid for his funeral. Your husband

was a good -looking man, Miss Andrews.

Yes. Well, I was very distinguished until his illness.

What do you know about the circumstances surrounding his death?

I heard he fell.

There was evidence he'd been drinking. What kind of circumstances are you

referring to? Anything you might know.

I know a man couldn't live for long the way Roy was living.

Ten, eleven years ago, he started hearing whispers.

It got bad.

We saw doctors, and the medication had it under control for a while. But it

stopped working.

When he was on the medicine, we couldn't be

intimate.

It made him feel like he wasn't whole.

So he took himself off.

I tried.

I hung in until he... Until there came a point when

I just... I let him go.

Did he ever mention anything about performing in videos?

Getting paid for it?

No, I don't think so.

I did what I could as far as giving him money, but I'm barely getting by myself.

The guy at Weider Brothers said the funeral costs were $1 ,100.

It wasn't my money.

Not really. I didn't want to take it, but Howard insisted.

Howard? Howard Sykes. He runs the shelter.

He gave me the money out of his own pocket.

Roy Chapman Andrews was a veteran, a gentleman.

He deserved a proper funeral. And you gave him one.

He was your friend.

The man had a good heart.

Well, knowing this presents a problem for you and for us. We found this letter

at the Bum Wars offices.

Very angry.

You recognize that handwriting?

Yes, I was indignant about what they were doing.

It's freedom of expression, suddenly a crime.

Well, it was in 91 when you expressed yourself to a Ronaldo Copley.

Remember? Three broken ribs, failed kidney.

Copley was a drug dealer.

So you're a vigilante.

I was defending myself. They were witnesses.

Where were you on Wednesday night?

Was handing out blankets till about midnight, then I went home.

Go by the park? It's on the way.

Motive and opportunity.

You think I killed Jason Beale? I understand you hated what they were

I understand the senator's death could have pushed someone over the edge.

I pray to forget the time when I might have killed that boy, because believe

there was such a time.

I did not see your victim.

I saw the others, but I did not see him.

I was his buddy.

White, clean, cut.

One had glasses and his damn video camera.

They leave in the park.

I chased them.

I chased them back to their car, but that's all I did.

Sykes put Eddie and Greg at the park.

Unfortunately, a biased witness who's a possible suspect doesn't make a case.

Spectography on the paint was a match, and the spray can gave us a partial

print. But Greg and Eddie had no record.

No record means no print.

And they lawyered up.

Okay.

Before we begin, I'd like to make it clear that my clients are here of their

volition, and they're more than happy to cooperate in your investigation.

It's duly noted, Counselor.

You each stated that you were working late the night of Jason's murder. Is

right? Yeah, that's right. We didn't leave the office until, uh, what, Eddie?

Almost 3 a .m.?

Yeah, that sounds about right. So we're all in sync on the time.

Uh, you ever see this guy?

Uh -uh.

Nope. Would you look closer, please?

Like I said, nope.

Well, that's curious because we have a witness that puts you at the park and

says this man died fighting in one of your bum wars. Well, your witness is

either mentally disturbed or motivated by some agenda of revenge. You have no

reason. to suspect these two gentlemen of anything.

You wasted our time.

Simple questions, Counselor. My clients came down here voluntarily to assist in

the investigation of Jason Beale's death. Now this?

Not Jason Beale.

This conversation is over.

Guys, come on.

They lag much more effectively at the Bulmore's office, don't you think?

Well, fortunately for us, fingerprints don't lie.

The photo was a great idea.

Glossy paper holds terrific lasers.

This guy matches the print from the spray can.

You're lucky.

You got your man.

It's Eddie's.

Makes sense.

Jason handled the business, and Gray was the hustler.

Eddie's the artist.

You know why cops serve arrest warrants at 6 a .m.? Because people are sleepy

and stupid and full of attitude.

Police! Search warrant! With Greg and Eddie, an early morning arrest offered

the happy pleasure of starting the day on a very nasty note.

What's this? Call Katz now, Eddie. You're both under arrest for murder.

My lawyer's gonna eat you, man.

You ever notice how many people claim their lawyers devour human flesh?

Might be a cult thing.

Get dressed, sweetheart.

Gotta stop that.

Joe!

Check out the fun.

Hot tub.

How are your chlorine levels?

Get SID out here to empty that. Pull the drain for hair.

See that there's a chemical match on the water.

Vicodin, Percocet, and Oxycontin. No prescription needed. Scheduled for

possession. That's a felony.

Yeah, bag it.

It's a start.

Well, unless this guy died from an overdose of pain pills, we don't have

anything even resembling material evidence.

No DNA from the hot tub, no weapon. Died of drowning, weapons or water source.

SID said qualitative analysis could match the water from the tub to what was

found in Jason Beale's stomach.

Could match is not match.

What about motive?

Why would these guys kill their partner? Jason and Eddie grew up together in

Ballack. And Greg grew up poor in Bakersfield. And looking over the bum

counts... Looks like Jason was skimming profits.

But your vagrant has confessed.

If defense uses that, some prints on a paint can won't meet a jury's burden of

proof. These guys will walk.

He's got a terrible way of being right.

It's got to be the hot tub.

Where else do you find chlorine?

Chlorine kills bacteria.

It's a cleanser. What else gets cleaned?

What doesn't?

Windows, carpets, toilets.

Toilet.

It's been out of order a couple days, but it's got the sign up this morning.

What, it wasn't locked?

No.

Mind your steps, sir.

Light's busted and a little wet.

It's more than a little wet.

Toilet's got a leak.

What do you use to clean this place?

Disinfectant. Industrial strength. You need the strong stuff for in here. Show

me.

City owes me a new pair of Italian ankle boots.

Yeah, Italian by way of Taiwan.

Here.

Chlorosan. Care to guess the active ingredient you use to clean the floors?

Everything. This is where you drown.

Flat on the face, two inches of water.

Yeah, it wasn't just sprinklers that got away.

You clean it since Thursday?

A couple times if it keeps flattening up.

Is that a paper towel dispenser?

Yeah, they'll steal anything that ain't bolted down, and sometimes that don't

help either.

Didn't happen to go missing Wednesday night, did it?

Yeah, how'd you know?

Square, hard, with an edge.

Yeah, but what about forensics? It's been mocked twice.

It's a very sanitized crime scene. I guarantee it.

When they walked out of here, they took some crime scene with them.

Let's get out of here. Thanks.

Hello, Greg.

Welcome back.

How are we feeling?

Until my lawyer arrives, I'll be in a quiet mood.

Well, maybe we should go talk to Eddie.

See, we're having a little contest.

A sweepstakes, if you will.

See, the only thing is, only one of you comes out of here a winner.

Really? Well, I think Eddie will be in a quiet mood, too.

So you, Eddie, and Jason, same goals, same backgrounds.

I guess you flunked profiling.

Jason's dad was a big developer at his own radio stations.

You, what's your daddy do?

Telecom, publishing, high finance.

He's in a wheelchair collecting workers' comp.

Most of which he's spent on medical bills and vodka.

So you do know hard times. Yeah, and I dealt with it. And it didn't leave you

scarred with a conscience.

Way to go.

You know, I don't believe for a minute that you have compassion for some guy

living in a dumpster pissing himself to keep warm. I have compassion for Roy

Chapman Andrews, who was a person, a human being.

I don't know who that is.

You might remember him as Finitor.

We lifted your prints off of his picture, by the way.

I feel that quiet mood coming on.

Okay.

You wear a what?

Size 8?

9?

Your shoes.

Seven. Seven.

It's cute.

Me, I got clown's feet.

I don't get it.

You serve a warrant on my shoes?

What, you got some kind of fetish?

Maybe it's better than that.

This is everything brought in on the warrant.

We touched the soles of every pair.

Lucky we're dealing with guys here.

If the suspect was a woman... You'd still be empty in the closets.

Women in shoes.

What is this, amateur night at the Comedy Store, Haspel?

So on this pair, there's a hit.

Chlorine residue matches the chemical compounds from the park lavatory.

Soaked in it.

We got him.

We gotta do this right.

What do you mean?

Nail him with the weapon that caused the head injuries.

Yeah, we never found it.

Really?

They'll never fall for that. We don't need him to fall.

Just a thumb.

I acknowledge that my client has waived his rights.

He's willing to talk to you on a limited basis.

First of all, let's establish some parameters.

Yeah, parameters.

That's a good idea, Counselor.

I've been hired by Mr. Polian's family to represent him alone.

The issue at hand is a small amount of... Eddie had given up. He just didn't

know it. The theme was churning over and over in his mind. He wished hard that

the clock could be turned back, but things done could be undone.

And his wishing for that would undo him.

Sure.

Okay, Counsel, you know how it works. The DA's got one deal to offer on the

Jasonville murder.

Currently, we've got two suspects.

Do the math.

Did you not hear what I just said?

We do not accept that my client is a suspect in anything other than an

possession of prescription pain medication.

Fine.

But Eddie should know that his friend Jason didn't die from his head wounds.

What? Jason drowned when his head slammed into the towel dispenser. Wait a

minute. No, no, no. I want to hear this. This is not relevant to our case.

Shut up.

When Jason fell on the floor of the bathroom, he was still alive.

Two inches of water, enough to cover his nose and mouth, was all it took.

The coroner said it took him about six minutes to drown.

Which time he could have been dragged away to safety.

Six minutes that you and Greg took to discuss how you were going to cover up

murder. A murder which hadn't even been committed yet.

Oh, my God.

Eddie, I'm sorry for you.

What we recommend to the DA is up to you right now.

You can talk to us.

Or we can walk down the hall and talk to Greg.

What do you think the odds are that he won't make a deal?

Jason used the last of his father's money to get the operation up and

So he felt he was entitled to the biggest share.

Jason would never let Greg forget who was really running things, you know?

Never missed an opportunity to remind Greg of where he came from. That he was

Bakersfield white trash.

And nothing without him.

But Greg took it.

Because he knew we were onto something.

He saw Balmora as his new video experience.

He had a vision.

But Jason wasn't in it.

I was shooting some background stuff.

Greg came running up, and he told me they fought.

And Jason had hit his head on that thing.

And he was dead.

I saw him lying there.

If only I'd known he wasn't dead.

I don't know what you're hoping to accomplish, but my client has no

giving a statement.

Fine. We don't need it.

It's over, Greg.

With no one at the cash register, Bum Wars closed its doors.

But in only a few weeks, five more videos of homeless men fighting were on

market. And whatever comes next, one thing is for sure.

It'll start right here in L .A.

at the edge of history.

Eddie Polian pleaded to a charge of conspiracy.

He was given a three -year sentence to be served at the St. Louis Obispo Men's

Colony.

Greg Kovic was tried for second -degree murder. Found guilty, he received 25 to

life to be served in the penitentiary at Kokorin.

An investigation into the death of Roy Chapman Andrews, a .k .a. Senator, is

still ongoing.

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