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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 Saturday, bright and clear in Los Angeles.

Karen and I were working the day shift at a robbery homicide when the call came

in at 5 .34 a .m.

A kid's body in a culvert out by the beach.

The Palisades.

A place RHD didn't work much.

Playground of the rich and Botox.

A place where the wealthy could indulge any whim no matter how extreme.

A place they tolerated just about anything but a corpse.

My name's Friday.

I'm a cop.

Tide's out and he isn't wet.

Hasn't been here long.

Three hours at most. A parent cause of death?

Hard to say. No obvious trauma.

But the kid died fighting.

Check out the defensive wounds.

Bag the hands, Linda.

Protect the fingernails. He might have landed a punch through some blood.

Torn jeans. Was he raped?

Someone might have tried.

An old girl from the same tattoo on her ankle. A life.

We'll get the FIs, see if somebody saw the kid alive.

I doubt it.

Body's embedded.

Probably dumped.

We found these on his purse and a wallet in the pipe.

Robert Henson, 7th grade, pot smoker, 21045 Latigo Shore Drive,

Malibu. Nice.

Make sure the techies check the tire treads. Put the word out. Maybe somebody

saw a car on the shoulder early in the morning.

We'll go tell Mom and Dad.

Notifying next to Kim, best part of the job.

Day it gets easy, quit.

Mr. Hanson? Yeah.

Lieutenant Joe Friday, LAPD.

What's he done now?

We're still working on the exact cause of death.

When did you last see Bobby?

Last night around midnight when he came home.

Where'd he been?

Hanging with his friends, I guess.

He said he was tired and went on up to bed.

Are you absolutely positive? Maybe he let somebody borrow his wallet or his

or maybe this isn't his ID at all. When did you discover Bobby was missing, Mr.

Hanson?

3 a .m., maybe.

His bed was empty.

Anything like this ever happen before?

Well, Bobby liked to test boundaries, so I wasn't all that surprised. I just

figured he snuck out with his friends again. Did he have a curfew?

No, we trusted him.

Where is Mr. Hanson?

Over to girlfriend's, Adrian Murphy.

Adrian had caught a flu bug and couldn't get out of bed, so I wanted to stay

over to help.

Did you call her when you discovered Bobby missing?

Well, I went into the kitchen to do just that, and see, that's when I realized

that the back door was open.

Notify the sheriff's station. Tell them we're going to have a second possible

crime scene.

Why? You think maybe somebody came inside and took Bobby?

Why didn't you call and report him missing?

Well, I mean, I drove around Latigo for a little bit looking for him. Hey, Sam.

What's going on?

Who are these people?

God damn, what the hell is the matter with you?

I don't understand what was so important that you would let somebody in. We're

not sure anyone entered the house, Mrs. Henson. It's a theory.

God, I should have been here.

I should have been with him.

Who were you with?

A friend, Adrian Murphy.

She feeling better?

Sam told us she had the flu. Flu? I told you we went to a party at the colony.

I'm sorry.

I must have misunderstood.

Is there anyone you can think of who might have wanted to hurt Bobby?

Who would want to hurt Bobby?

Bobby was beautiful.

Bobby was perfect.

Perfect.

Little boy.

I understand.

It doesn't make sense.

But is there someone Bobby may have mentioned?

What about Dowd?

Yeah. Dowd? Yeah. A neighbor. A man who lives next door.

Last summer, Bobby said that he exposed himself to him and asked Bobby to do

things to him. Did you confront this Mr. Dowd? Yeah, I went up there and I asked

him about it. But, I mean, the guy got really angry and threatened to get his

lawyer involved.

So you never reported it?

Cooper, Durant.

Once again, the maggots beat you to the scene.

Don't start. I'm missing my kid's birthday.

Kid disappeared last night between 11 and 3.

Back door of the place was open.

That means anybody on the beach is a suspect. Yeah, but start the canvas with

the kid's buddies. We hear his best friend lives right down the street.

Maybe his friend knows something his parents don't. Come on, Jimmy, we'll

Dowd the flasher.

We're doing a standard canvassing procedure, Mr. Dowd. But you came here

Something wrong with that?

My guess is the Hensons may have told you a few things.

Honey, do you really think that you... No, sweetheart, this is a murder.

I don't want any problems. It's best to get everything right out on the table.

Last summer, Bobby Henson claimed, I mean, he claimed.

Wow, there's really no delicate way to put this.

Don't try.

Bobby Henson claimed I made a lewd gesture, that I tried to steal his sex

him. And you're saying that's not true?

Of course it is.

Father came over and we talked about it, and it was obviously believe me,

because we never heard anything about it since. But I'll be honest, that kid

scared me.

I had my lawyer on speed dial just in case.

You understand we have to ask you about last night.

Yeah, sure.

I wasn't here.

I met my trainer at the gym and worked out till about 9, 9 .30.

Went to the office, worked late, passed midnight, came home and crawled into

bed.

Can you verify the time your husband came home?

I was asleep.

The alarm went off at 7 and there he was.

You guys are like totally serious, right? This isn't some kind of joke.

Nope.

Bobby's dad told us the two of you were tight.

Yeah, I guess so.

Jeez, my parents are going to completely flip.

Where are your parents?

I had scout locations in South Africa. He's a studio exec.

My mom... Well, actually, I'm not really sure how my mom is.

I think she went to Palm Springs for the weekend.

So, mom and dad out of town.

You must have partied last night.

Yeah.

Some kids hung out by the pier.

But Bobby cashed out early.

Did he say where he was going?

No.

He's left.

So your T -shirt, you're into shooter games.

Yeah.

Bobby liked Doom 3.

You know, a lot of blood and guts.

Was Bobby an angry kid?

Like everyone.

Right? Who was he angry with?

Sam, mostly.

That's what he called his dad, Sam.

I don't know, he couldn't stand the guy.

I don't know. They had kind of a weird family.

That's why he smoked dope.

Nobody's going to bust anybody.

We just want to know where he might have bought it.

We didn't buy it. We grew it.

In the hills near Topanga.

Did he sell it? No, he just gave it away.

His friend.

His friend? Like you?

Nah.

I'd say no to drugs.

Good for you.

Keep it that way.

Sir?

I hope you catch whoever did it.

My guess is the killer used a heavy zippered object.

A coat, maybe, perhaps a pillow to cover the kid's face.

Why zippered?

These marks.

A skin got caught in the zipper teeth.

Any fibers in the nostrils or mouth? Negative.

What about the abrasions on his arms?

They're not abrasions, and they're not related to the crime.

Chronic psoriasis has it on both elbows.

Any evidence of sexual molestation?

Not that I can find. Pants were ripped, but no seminal fluid.

How about under the nails?

Unfortunately, no.

Tox screen shows he had THC in his system.

So he's high when he died?

High is an understatement. The kid was in orbit.

I've got 27 undertone messages on my desk.

I gotta give the media something.

Nothing to give. Tip line got 230 calls in the first 12 hours.

Right now, I don't know if we have a drug deal, a sex crime, or what.

On the sex angle, I just pulled a list of registered sex offenders in Latigo.

Six within a half mile of Hampton's house.

All right, was Dowd one of them? No, Dowd's a businessman.

Made a killing with a sign and banner company.

Clean record, one red flag. He grew up in a foster home after being sexually

molested by his father.

Maybe he passed on the legacy. Let's run down his alibi. That personal trainer,

Virgil Wilkins. Check him out.

What else?

Wanda, the mother, never went to college, barely got her GED. Parents

San Bernardino trailer park. Two short marriages to lose her. Smartest move she

ever made?

Marrying Ensign. Because?

He's a big -time engineer. Three patents under his bell. Graduate degrees from

Stanford and MIT.

Guy's literally a rocket scientist.

Well, between the two of them, they botched up her alibi.

Yeah, he said she was with a sick friend. She said she was out partying.

Time to meet the sick friend, Adrienne Murphy. My guess, she's got another

version of the story.

You learn about someone by the company they keep.

Wanda Henson's company lived in a blown -out studio in a bad block in a bad

neighborhood. It told me Wanda had a past, one she hadn't escaped, not even

Malibu. She was a great mother.

She gave Bobby whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it.

So you guys have known each other a long time?

Years.

We were young and crazy.

Partied a lot together?

Five, six nights a week.

But now it's more like once a month. Like last night.

I wanted to mention you two went to a party.

Yeah, a wine tasting.

The invitation's on the fridge.

Yeah, I was going to ask you.

What kind of wine tasting costs $150?

One you feel a day and a half later.

Hi, I'm Berger Wilkins.

You two looking for me?

Yeah, Paul's one of my best clients.

You were with him last night?

Oh, yeah, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for the past three years.

That means he worked out. He must really get to know a guy.

Well, Paul doesn't really have the most athletic body, but he's very dedicated,

and that can make up for a lot.

I meant on a more personal level.

Oh, well, uh, he's a family man. You know, goes on about his kids. He ever

mention a kid named Bobby Hanson?

The boy from the news? Mm -hmm.

Wait, you don't think that Paul has got... No, we don't think anything.

just asking questions.

The trainer verified he was with Dad from 8 to 9.

I'm tired of all this honesty.

Then I got good news. Dad was at the office, only not when he said he was.

This is video from Dad's parking structure.

He arrived around 6, left around 9.

But Wilkins and Dad said they were at the gym at 8.

About time someone started lying.

Is this going to take long?

I'm teaching a step class at three.

Won't take long at all. Once my partner gets here, we'll get... Speak of the

devil.

Virgil.

Guys, I appreciate the two of you taking the time. What is this about?

Well, we went over your statements. The good news, you got your alibi together.

The bad news, it's a lie.

Now, Paul, you weren't in your office like you said you were. We have video to

prove it.

And, Virgil, there was nobody toning their abs on the night Bobby was killed.

We thought we'd give you two a chance to clear the air.

I, uh, I need to call my attorney.

Feel free, but while I spend the five under it now, we can clear this up in

minutes. Especially if you're innocent.

Paul, um... Paul, we should just tell them. No, it's time.

We... I can't believe it's coming out like this. Okay, okay, I'll tell you.

Um... Paul and I were not at the gym, as you know, but we were together.

See, Paul and I...

We're lovers.

We only lied to keep the affair from my wife.

She doesn't know?

Destroy our family.

That's not something I'm willing to do.

We went to the advice roy in Santa Monica.

We chatted in the lobby and then rented a room and went upstairs.

Paul left at around 3, and I stayed until morning.

You can call them, you'll see. I will.

I'd also like permission to search your house.

Well, you know, whatever you gotta do.

You cannot tell my wife, I beg you.

Better make sure she's not home for the search.

Search? That's right.

Voluntary. Otherwise, I'm gonna go get a warrant, and she's gonna find out for

sure. Okay?

Unhappy and rich is a dangerous combination.

Paul Dowd was both.

Locked in a loveless marriage with nothing but time on his hands.

Virgil Wilkins was vain and neurotic.

They had lied about their relationship.

One could only wonder what else they had lied about.

Detective.

Yeah. Wanda wants to know why you haven't arrested him yet.

We arrest someone we like, it's thick.

Tell her to be patient.

She can't get out of bed.

She's taking sedatives every three hours because the man who murdered Bobby

lived next door.

I understand.

Do you have children, detective?

No.

Then you can't understand.

Why don't you take her out? Get her back to her routine.

Take her to Sweet Ambrosia.

It's a wine tasting.

I heard.

She doesn't need more alcohol.

She needs closure.

They never understand.

It's unfair that we expect them to.

They've lost a child.

For us keeping our feelings out of it, it's part of the job.

Where's the wife?

Allotted. Still no idea.

How's that work?

Well, just so you know, I ended it with Virgil.

Over once and for all.

I love my wife and kid.

Why not?

I want to get on with my life.

Nothing from the searches, but I found a bartender at the Viceroy. I remember

seeing both Wilkins and Dow.

Big weekend crowd. He remembers two guys. That's what he says.

Room checks, too. Wilkins put on his visa around 11. Didn't leave till noon

next day. Doesn't mean they were there.

Pretty tough to prove they weren't. Computer units processed the cookies

yanked off Wilkins and Dowd's computer.

Dowd had some garden -variety porn, both straight and gay. Nothing we can hold

as evidence.

Wilkins, on the other hand, has a different story.

His browser held a bunch of gay S &M sites.

And two months ago, he purchased this off a site called the Iron Kitten.

The top -of -the -line slave mask, 100 % raw hide, double -stitched, wide -tooth

zipper for that extra snug fit.

I got one just like that.

You're thinking the teeth might match the zipper marks on Bobby Henson's neck.

Good. Go ahead, check it out. I called the RSVP line for sweet ambrosia.

Surprise, surprise.

Not a wine tasting.

The swingers club.

The Henson's?

Swingers.

No way.

The wife, maybe.

The rocket scientist?

No way.

Party once a week for couples to get together to drink and whatever.

It's a great country or what.

Sweet ambrosia has nothing to do with my son's death.

We know it has nothing to do with wine tasting.

I apologize. I shouldn't have said that. It's our standard cover.

Sweet ambrosia ever meet here? What does that matter?

If you hosted one of these, an entire subject pool has intimate knowledge of

your house that's relevant.

We had one.

When?

A couple months ago.

We're going to need names.

We don't know any.

Well, how'd you contact people for the party? Well, the couple that runs Sweet

Ambrosia has addresses, but even they don't know last names.

Was Bobby aware of your alternative lifestyle?

Yeah. I mean, we never talked about it, but I think he probably knew.

Detective, look,

I apologize, honestly, for not coming clean, but I just thought that maybe the

life didn't matter.

Well, I hope it doesn't. One thing, though.

There's someone from Sweet Ambrosia you should maybe check on. A guy who came

over once or twice.

Bobby known? I don't know, but he's definitely partial to, you know, kids.

He joked about liking rough stuff with kids not much older than Bobby.

His name is Brett. That's all I know.

The couple from Sweet Ambrosia said no names without a warrant.

Well, odds on that, zero.

Well, the RSVP line said there's a wine tasting this Friday night.

Maybe Brett's a regular.

Let's see it.

McCarron, you guys want to find out how the other half lives this weekend?

Maybe get a last name for Brett?

It would be my pleasure.

Steve and Bella.

Oh,

you're the couple Sam and Wanda vouched for.

We got you right here.

They got your tongue.

Excuse me?

They got your tongue. You're not coming in.

We actually both took a head on the way over.

Oh.

Okay,

right. Let me go.

I'm a lifestyle since 87.

Hung in there through AIDS. It's nice to see you come back.

Okay, how's it go? Oh, yeah.

Confusing monogamy with morality has done more to destroy the human race than

like anything.

George Bernard Shaw.

We had a great Eyes Wide Shut party. It's my friend Brett's idea.

Brett? Is he here?

Check the Roman spa. That's usually where he is. Great. Thank you.

Do you have room for two more?

Always.

Well, don't you stand there.

Now, which one of you two is Brett?

That's me, darling.

Who can I do for you?

It depends on who you haven't done.

It's getting to be kind of a short lift.

Give me one second.

Brett Thorson, he was a prime suspect in the case of Timothy Cassell, 18,

suffocated in 1995 in a house in Reseda.

Second -degree murder wrapped. First jury hung. Second jury acquitted.

Acquitted? The kids' hands are bound.

Defense called it a sexual misadventure. Proved Cassell's participation

consensual. Unlike Bobby Hinton.

Brett Thorson, Detective Raymond Cooper.

This is my partner, Detective Karen.

Yeah, where you at?

Come on, time.

Got a second to talk about Bobby Hanson?

Sure, yeah. Sound like you guys are the IRS. Come on in.

You guys don't mind if I throw a shirt on, do you? I wasn't really expecting

company today.

Allergic to cops?

Psoriasis.

Lifelong curse.

Little girls used to say I had cooties.

So, Bobby Hanson.

Yeah. Yeah, I heard about that.

Shame. Where were you the night of the abduction?

Yeah, it was, uh, let's see, Friday night.

Sweet Ambrosia night.

I saw Wanda and her friend Adrian.

You know the Hansons?

Yeah, man, come on.

We've all been in the life for a long time, and it's been the same thing for a

while.

Sometimes I do it with Wanda this way while Sam watches. Sometimes I do it

Sam that way while Wanda watches.

Keeps it fresh.

You'd have sex with Sam while Wanda's in the room?

Yeah, yeah. You'd be surprised how many husbands are into that kind of thing.

You're just doing your civic duty.

Exactly.

A guy like you must have a girlfriend.

Maybe I'll help you out sometime too, huh? Maybe I'll knock your teeth out.

Well, look how he bowed up like that.

Hey.

Want to tell us about Timothy Cassell?

It's ancient history, guys.

It was a long time ago.

I was fully acquitted.

Now you're clean.

Clean as I get.

So it's okay if I look in your closet?

Sure, have at it. It's a bit of a grab bag in there. Enjoy yourself.

Mind if I borrow this?

Whatever floats your boat, buddy.

Popular item this season.

Everyone's wearing it.

Everyone's wearing this one anyway. Hair follicles, maybe, and some skin in the

zipper. Get it to the lab, and we'll verify Thorsten's alibi.

Wanda was pretty much with him all night.

I got ditched.

Was that something they did often?

Well, you know, they had history.

Even before Wanda met them.

Brett said he did them both.

Kind of weird, huh?

Swinging couples are funny.

You know, I mean, some are open. No rules. They can pretty much hook up with

whoever they want.

Others will only mix it up with their spouse in the room.

Feels less like cheating.

Sam and Wanda.

Which way were they?

Oh, Sam did not like Wanda having sex without him around.

Not at all.

Kind of old -fashioned that way.

Yeah, exactly.

Two matches.

One pulled from Brett Thornton's apartment. The other is a copy of the

Wilkins ordered online.

From the Iron Kitten website.

Exactly. Now, the zipper on the Thornton mask contained hair and skin from over

20 different people. That's nice.

Unfortunately, Bobby Henson wasn't one of them.

What about the zippered teeth marks?

Well, I've taken impressions from both masks and compared them to the teeth

marks found on Bobby Henson's neck.

On Thornton's mask, the teeth are both shorter and thinner.

And the tongue of the zipper?

is a complete whiff. Tongue on Bobby looks like an oval. On Thurston's mask,

it's rectangular.

What about the other one?

Inconclusive. See how the tongue is a kind of rounded square?

Might be a match, might not.

But it's possible Bobby suffocated in a mask like this.

It's possible he suffocated in a bomber jacket.

Doesn't give you a case.

Here's something new.

Caller on the tip line claims to have seen a silver BMW driving back and forth

on the bridge the night of the murder.

Sam making mild sentences.

Won't help. Sam said he was looking for Bobby that night.

Makes sense he crossed that bridge a couple of times.

But what if it's a cover?

You know the stat. It's always a relative.

What's the motive?

Maybe Sam wised up that Wanda's only in it for the money.

Maybe he resents her. Then maybe she drags him to the swinging scene where

sleeps with her old squeeze.

Maybe he likes to watch.

Even if he is getting off on it. All that anger's gotta go somewhere.

But listen, why take that anger out on the kid? It's a riot.

What? Psoriasis. Thorson said he had it, said he had it all his life. Bobby

Henson had psoriasis. So?

It's an inherited condition.

What if Bobby wasn't Sam's son?

What if he was Thorson's son?

Let me guess.

You guys are here to return my mask?

Actually, we were hoping you'd give us some genetic material.

You know, since you don't mind giving it to everyone else.

Yeah. I can see you guys needing a referral and all.

I mean, uh, somebody murdered a kid, right?

Be nice to Sam Anderson instead of that.

Boy, that guy's got issues, huh?

Apparently.

Jealousy, man.

It's a killer.

I mean, I can see Sam being a little wary, seeing as me and Wanda had a

but, uh, jealousy's got no place in my life, bro.

Sam didn't like you and Wanda together?

No. No, he didn't. Especially not alone.

I mean, uh, I think he followed me a couple of times, you know? Who knows?

have been a coincidence.

We appreciate you two coming down today.

My clients want to aid the investigation in any way they can.

Great.

Wanda, how long have you been involved with Brett Thorson?

What do you mean, involved?

I mean sleeping with him. If it's a ridiculous question, move on.

Anything to help the investigation, right?

I've known him 15 years. 15 years?

Were you in love with him?

I wouldn't call it that.

So you're not in love with him now?

I'm not in love -love with him.

Not like I am with Sam.

Sam, is your wife telling the truth?

Of course.

Are you asking me or telling me?

Thorson has been sleeping with your wife throughout your marriage, correct?

Yes, he has.

So it must have occurred to you that Bobby might be Brett Thorson's son.

No.

I never wondered if Bobby was mine.

Wanda, did you ever see Thorson alone?

No.

Never. Even the night Bobby was killed?

No, it was a group setting.

You know, I never was alone with him.

Not then, not ever.

Believe her, Sam.

Wanda, tell the truth.

What?

When? What have you seen?

I saw you with him.

I saw you, Wanda, plenty of times.

Nice piece of work, you two.

That's the motive.

Henson follows his wife, sees her screwing Thorson, his brain fries.

Goes home and takes down the symbol of their union, Bobby. A kid he suspected

all along wasn't him.

No more suspicion.

Lab called. Paternity test confirmed. Brett Thorson is Bobby Henson's father.

So we have means, motive, opportunity.

And a witness that puts his car at the bridge.

Plenty for an arrest.

I'm hearing all this enthusiasm except from one person.

You charge someone with murdering their child, you better be damn sure.

Anybody damn sure?

All right, we keep it a search.

Bag anything with a zipper and an oval tongue.

Pillow jackets, duffel bags, anything.

Yes, sir.

Wanda Henson was a woman who'd crucify her husband for leaving a light on.

Yet here he was, suspected of murdering their child, a crime for which there was

evidence, motive, and a witness.

But she didn't believe it.

Instead, she felt guilty for her affair.

She believed he was innocent.

I don't like it.

A guy like Henson doesn't hold out.

And the motive's thin. My first week on this job, you said motive is overrated.

But the truth is, sometimes you never know.

Why? Who the hell knows?

Henson's a suspect with means and opportunity.

I'm sleeping tonight. You should, too.

Wanda told us Bobby said some guy down the street made a pass at him.

You don't know when the question is.

She never told us that Bobby mentioned the guy's name. Just some guy down the

street.

What if he wasn't talking about Dowd? You think Bobby might have been talking

about a different guy?

If it wasn't Dowd, then who?

Your husband's trainer, Virgil Wilkins.

He ever come to the house?

Sure. They ran together three times a week.

Did Virgil ever meet Bobby?

I remember him throwing the football around with some of the neighborhood

Bobby could have been one of them.

Where's your husband, Mrs. Dowd?

As a cop, you go where the lead takes you, which sometimes is a dead end.

When that happens, you go back, start over, as many times as necessary, until

you know the truth.

We're here to talk about Bobby Henson.

Great.

Wonderful. You don't mind if I fix myself one, do you?

Wonderful.

Did you know him? Did you ever hang out with him?

You know, Paul and I broke up. That's too bad.

No more married guys. That's a pledge.

He rejected me.

Back to that bitch.

What a joke.

Look, we're real sorry about your loss, but we need to know, did you know Bobby

Henson?

Bobby Henson.

Bobby Henson. Well, I know some Bobbies, but no Henson.

I don't know, who the hell is Bobby Henson?

You know what the worst part is?

What's that?

He can just go back to his life.

Who?

Paul.

That's not the worst.

No, it's not.

Go ahead, tell me then, what's the worst part?

I think you know.

Poor Bobby.

That is the worst part.

You want to know something else?

It was all his idea.

Paul's? Yeah.

I mean, he just wouldn't take no for an answer. You know, he can be like that.

He's stubborn.

Bobby didn't want to come with us, but Paul just wouldn't take no.

And pretty soon, Bobby just wasn't moving. Paul had put that thing on his

and he just wasn't moving.

And that is the truth of the matter of fact.

A confession, even a drunken one, is what detectives live for.

We took Wilkins back to the station, sobered him up, read him his rights, and

then we arrested Paul Dowd for the murder of Bobby Henson.

I can only imagine what they must have thought.

I'm guilty, I admit it.

But only of the crime of adultery.

Why would Virgil lie?

I won't leave Chrissy.

So he implicates you in a murder.

He was furious when I tried to break it off with him. We were at the Viceroy and

he started drinking and he started saying how he was going to tell Chrissy

everything.

I've never seen him like that.

Ever.

And I was scared, so I... I left and I went home.

Alone?

I went home and had an argument with my wife. She said she didn't see you when

you got home. I know she did.

I think she suspected.

She asked me where I'd been, and I just denied it all.

I'm guilty.

I am. I'm guilty of cheating. I love my wife, and I love my kids.

I don't know what happened to Bobby Hanson.

I'll bet you never got tired of this view.

Bought a condo in Calabasas.

Already filed the papers for divorce.

You've known all along?

To this day, he's never admitted it.

Were you aware, Ms. Dowd, that Mr. Wilkins implicated your husband in Bobby

Henson's murder?

That's why we're here. We'd like to hear your story again of what happened that

night. Wilkins said Paul killed that boy.

Yes, he did.

And according to our notes, he was asleep when Paul came home. Didn't

until 7 a .m. So without a hard alibi, we have no choice but to believe Mr.

Wilkins.

My husband was cheating on me.

With a man.

And he lied about it.

I want him to suffer, Lieutenant.

He's facing life, maybe the death penalty.

Paul didn't kill Bobby Henson.

How do you know that?

Because he was here, lying.

To me.

Is there any way you can prove that?

He set off the burglar alarm that night. He had to call the company and tell

them it was a false alarm.

Atlas security got a call from the dials at 1 .32 a .m.

Technician called back, spoke to someone, but there's no way to confirm

Paul Dow.

So the only alibi he has is his wife.

That's not an alibi. That's just Wilkins' word against ours.

I know Wilkins did it alone.

I just need to hear him say it.

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.

Courage to change the things that I can.

And the wisdom to know the difference.

Serenity prayer.

Learned it when I was a kid.

It's not too late to change things, Virgil.

It's the chance to start over.

Today can be the day.

Where did you find that? It's not important.

We know what happened.

Paul said it was over.

He didn't even want to talk about it. He just got in his car and he left.

So you started drinking?

Yeah, about a fifth, and I drove out to Malibu.

I was in the street in my car, and I was watching Paul through his window, and I

could see them together. I could see him with her, and they were talking.

And I knew he was never going to leave her.

And then I looked up, and there he was.

Bobby was just walking home or something and walked past my car. I was drunk.

High. I don't know.

And I thought, you know, Paul hates this kid.

Paul hates this kid because of what he said about him. And wouldn't that show

him?

Wouldn't that show him if Bobby and I, if we, you know, got together? Wouldn't

that show him?

So I asked Bob if he wanted to go for a ride, and he said no.

I guess he was still a little afraid of me.

But then I said that I had some pills, and so he came along.

And we went up to Topanga, up in the hills.

What did you do after you parked the car?

No things.

What kind of things?

Things like that.

I even put it on him.

I was just joking around.

I thought for a second that he was enjoying it, but then he changed his

something and said he wanted to go home.

I wouldn't let him. It kicked me and it hurt.

You know, I don't really think that I was in my right mind.

And I guess I went a little crazy.

And I killed him.

Sir!

I think I found something.

We'd gotten justice for Bobby Henson, but it was cold comfort from the

As for Paul Dowd, he'd made decisions that could not be undone, and it

the consequences.

He and everyone else in this tragedy would change things if they had the

On that, my gut was sure.

Virgil Wilkins was convicted of murder in the first degree.

A judge sentenced him to die by lethal injection.

In California an appeal in capital cases is automatic.

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