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I'm very sorry about your wife.

You actually think that I may have killed my wife?

I wouldn't be sitting here if we didn't.

Want do you want to do, good cop, bad cop?

Maybe I should have let you play good cop.

The story you told us stinks.

Let's just not jump to any conclusions here.

I'm starved.

Me too.

That's him, the one on the end.

I saw him right up close.

That's the guy.

Barney, what's going on?

The deceased's name is Karen Parker, 29, Caucasian.

Blow to the head, put her out, and then she

had her nose and mouth held shut until she died.

Any guesses to when?

Only between 2:00 and 5:00 this morning.

Autopsy will narrow it down to the hour.

Dennis Stone?

Yeah.

Sergeant Hunter, Sergeant McCall, Metro Homicide.

We'd like to ask you a couple of questions.

If you'd like to have an attorney present,

you can do that. - Attorney?

Well, did the officer you spoke with

read you your rights?

Yeah.

Am I under arrest here?

Well, we don't know that.

What was your relationship to the deceased, Karen Parker?

She's an interior designer.

She's decorating my house in Bel Air.

Well, what are you doing here at her apartment?

We had a meeting.

Didn't she have an office?

Now wait a minute, am I a suspect here?

Well, you see, we're just having

a difficult time understanding your actions, Mr. Stone.

You say you came to the door, and she

didn't answer it, correct?

Uh-huh.

But then your next move was to have the manager

come and open the door?

That's right.

That kind of strikes us as a strange sequence of events.

I'm a film director.

I'm used to and I have to have things run on schedule.

The woman was very punctual.

When she didn't answer the door, I knew something was wrong.

That's it.

Sergeant, the deceased's husband is here.

Mr. Parker?

I'm very sorry about your wife.

Excuse me, I've got a production

meeting in about 40 minutes.

Do you need me for anything else?

No, if we do, we'll be able to find you, right?

Oh, yeah.

I'm terribly sorry.

I'm Dennis Stone.

Karen was doing my house.

Oh, yes, she mentioned you.

I'm real sorry.

Thank you.

Mr. Parker, we're going to need a statement from you.

Do you feel up to it now?

Yes.

I think so.

Sergeant Hunter, Lieutenant Finn on the phone for you.

Excuse me.

Hey, give me this. - Hey, no way, buddy.

This is news. - Give me the camera.

Hey.

I'll give you the news.

I'm a homicide detective.

One thing I don't need is my picture in the newspaper.

Now, you want to come in here and take

a picture of the corpus delicti, trees, plants, rugs,

be my guest, but not of me, you got it?

But I've got other pictures in there.

If they come out, I'll mail them to you.

Hunter, do I need to remind you

that we've had four directives in the last month

to keep a smooth relationship with the press?

Oh, excuse me, Miss Internal Affairs.

You know, you're beginning to sound like Bernie

Terwilliger every single day.

As a matter of fact, when I get back to the precinct,

I'm gonna have my people move your desk up next to his.

Well, didn't we get up on the wrong side of the bed

this morning? - Yes, we did.

Good morning.

Hi.

Mr. Parker?

Yes, I had them show you out here because they're

cleaning my room.

Ah.

Would you like some breakfast, coffee?

Maybe a little coffee and a roll.

Waiter, can we have some coffee, please?

So...

You were read your rights yesterday, do you understand

that they are still in effect?

Yes, if you say so.

We found out a few things after we last spoke with you.

You say that you were in Santa Barbara

the night that your wife was killed,

that you were in bed asleep.

I was, yes.

Well, a housekeeper says that your rooms are

on opposite sides of the house.

There's no way she could have known if you'd gotten

up and driven away or not.

Well, that's true, but I didn't.

Well, was there anyone there to verify that?

I mean, did you make any phone calls?

Did you receive any?

No.

You actually think that I may have killed my wife?

I wouldn't be sitting here if we didn't.

There were two liqueur glasses on the coffee

table, both of them had fresh residue in them.

One had cognac in it, and your wife's

fingerprints on the glass.

The other one contained a Portuguese

liqueur called Paraca.

We found a bottle of that liqueur

at the back of the bar with your fingerprints on it.

You know what it sounds like to me?

It sounds like somebody is trying to set me up.

Paraca is my favorite drink.

I took a drink from that bottle three days ago

when I went to visit Karen.

Well, whatever was in that glass

had only been there a couple hours.

Is that all you have?

Well, there was no forced entry,

and your prints were all over the inside,

so it doesn't look too good for you, Alex.

Sergeant Hunter, I told you I was there three days ago.

Karen and I may have been getting a divorce,

but during the two years of our separation

we were still very good friends.

Both your attorneys told us that you were involved

in a bitter property dispute.

Whatever bitterness there was existed between our attorneys,

not between Karen and me.

In fact, I went there that day because I wanted

to try and straighten something out that I felt

they were handling very badly.

Maybe I should have had my lawyer here.

It never crossed my mind that I was a suspect.

Alex, you're the only suspect.

Ah, here's comes Filini.

Probably wants to come by and tell

us why he had the door open.

I called him, he wasn't in, so I left a message.

Thanks for the warning.

I didn't know you needed one.

What do you want to do, good cop bad cop?

Yeah, let me be the good cop.

You?

Come on.

Hi.

Hi.

I got a call you wanted to see me.

Yeah. Thank you for coming in.

Sit down, Mr. Stone.

Lighten up, will you, Hunter?

Mr. Stone is not a suspect.

He's here doing us a favor.

I've had a very trying day, OK?

Hey, it's no problem.

It's understandable.

I expect the action gets pretty intense in your line of work.

Yeah, I thrive on action, Dennis.

OK, so, what do you want to see me about?

We'd like to know a little bit more about your relationship

with Karen Parker. - What's to know?

Saw her work, liked it, hired her.

Is that it?

Yeah, that's it.

You got a problem with that?

Yeah, I got a problem with it, Dennis.

And here's my problem.

The story you told us stinks.

You said that Karen Parker's manager opened up

her door for you because she was a couple

of minutes late for a meeting?

Yeah, that's right.

We've gone over this already,

And we're going to go over it again.

As I told you, you could set your clock by that lady,

and I don't have a lot of time to hang around.

Well, it's just that that was sort of a strange thing to do,

you know?

I mean, opening the door like that and all.

Most people would do that if they haven't seen

somebody for days, not minutes.

I thought I wasn't a suspect here.

OK.

Can I level with you?

Karen Parker was up at the house almost every day

for the past two months.

At first, it was strictly professional,

nothing more than that.

I don't know, time goes by, we start

to get attracted to each other.

So when she called and asked me to come over,

I got the distinct impression she had something

more than business on her mind.

Sex.

That's putting it bluntly.

I got to tell you something, Sergeant,

I don't like your attitude.

That doesn't bother me.

I was on location 50 miles outside of town

that night that Karen was killed, which I'm

sure you've checked out by now.

I then drove straight home, which my wife and my daughter

can verify, if you want to check that out.

So unless you got some specific reason for asking,

I'd appreciate it if you'd knock it the hell off.

I came here to try and help.

I know that, and I appreciate it.

I do.

So does he, really.

Really?

Got a funny way of showing it.

Can I go now?

Yeah.

You know where to find me.

Maybe I should have let you play good cop.

When in doubt, hammer the witness, right?

You hammered the witness right out of the building.

It was your idea, wasn't it?

Good cop, bad cop.

Besides, we got what we wanted.

He lied, which makes his story a little bit more sensible now.

Yeah, and it gives us Alex Parker.

We've got material evidence, no alibi,

and a serviceable motive.

Let's see if we can find somebody

who can put him in LA on the night his wife was murdered.

Hunter, homicide.

No, just a second.

So it's Parker.

Yeah?

He wants talk to you.

Wait a minute, why does he want to talk to you?

Why doesn't he want to talk to me?

I'm on this case.

I don't know.

Maybe you're not his type.

Give me the phone.

Yeah, this is Sergeant McCall. Hello, Mr. Parker.

1 o'clock today?

OK, I'll be there.

He wants me to have lunch with him at 1 o'clock at his hotel.

With or without his attorney?

I don't know.

He didn't say.

Probably without.

Why do you say that?

Tone of voice.

This wasn't a man setting up a meeting

between a cop and an attorney.

It was a man asking a woman to lunch.

Well, he probably thinks you'll

cut him more slack than I will.

Little does he know you're the alligator of the two.

You got that right.

Oh, listen, do me a favor.

When you get to the hotel, don't go to his room.

Call, have him meet you in the lobby.

I'm a cop too, remember?

Is it my move?

That depends on the move.

Why didn't you want my partner here?

Hunter's a burnt out...

There's nothing left there but a hard nose.

What am I, a piece of cake?

No.

Not at all.

I just thought that I'd have a better

chance of opening your mind.

It's not closed.

Well, then, why do I feel like we're getting into a debate?

I'm a cop and you're a suspect.

It goes with the turf.

That's kind of a shame.

You know, Hunter knocked me for a loop

yesterday when he said that I was your only suspect.

Is that still the case?

Yes, it is.

Well, then we all have a big problem,

because I didn't kill my wife.

You could have told me that over the phone.

But could I have made you believe it?

What I believe is irrelevant.

It's a matter of evidence.

It terrifies me that you and Hunter have already

decided I killed my wife.

That means you're not even looking for whoever did.

It's just that right now all of the evidence points to you.

May I explain something to you?

Karen and I were deeply in love for 10 years.

Even after our separation, we remained the best of friends,

so no matter what evidence you may have against me,

the fact remains I didn't kill my wife.

And if you and Hunter won't do anything about that,

then I will.

Such as what?

Well, hire the best investigative firm in the city,

and have them do the job you and Hunter won't do.

Did Karen have any boyfriends?

We never talked about it.

What about before you separated?

No.

No, she loved her work, and she got very successful.

Neither one of us paid much attention to our marriage.

It died of neglect, not because of another man.

We just got a statement from Dennis Stone.

He says that he was on his way to Karen's apartment

for sex, not business.

You're serious?

That's what he said.

I saw Mr. Stone, Karen wouldn't have gotten

within 10 feet of him if they were

locked together in a freezer.

You sound pretty sure.

What makes you say that?

She told me about him.

She didn't like him.

He's lying.

Well, it sounds like old Alex really put it to you, huh?

Put what to me?

You've been conned.

Oh, come on, will you look, the guy is right.

He's right.

We were zeroing in on him and nobody else.

Need I tell you that in a homicide unless it involves

dope or crime, 70% of the time it's

the spouse that's the killer.

I know that, but I have a really strong feeling here.

Look, you ever hear of woman's intuition?

Yes, from my grandmother.

She had a fruit stand in New Jersey.

She also believed in ghosts.

So do I. And my women's intuition

is telling me that maybe Alex Parker did not kill his wife.

Wasting your time.

We've almost got enough on Parker for the DA as it is.

I'm going to go out and try to get the rest.

You want to go out and try somebody else, be my guest.

I will.

Buckle up.

Bismark.

Bismark.

Heel.

Don't worry about him.

He's really such a meatball.

I'm Jody Stone. - Hi.

Dee Dee McCall.

Thanks for agreeing to see me today.

Oh.

See that?

He likes you already.

Hello.

No.

Shame on you.

Now go lie down.

Go on.

Sorry about that.

Purebreds can be so unpredictable.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, why don't we go around back?

The front hall is still being redecorated.

It's such a mess.

I'm not ready to get out of the pool.

Come on, you got to get ready, Stacy.

I'll get ready when I'm ready.

Excuse me a second.

A mother's work, you know?

Stacy, get out of the pool.

Mom.

Right now.

Don't you do this to me.

I'm sorry.

That's twice I've said I'm sorry.

Come on inside.

Would you like a drink, a soda?

No.

Thank you.

I'm fine.

You have a lot of pictures here.

Unusual shot.

That's from Dennis's movie "Night Shock."

That's where Dennis and I met.

Stacy had a pretty good part in that.

Well, then Dennis isn't Stacy's father?

No, we've only been married a couple of years,

but he takes care of her like his own daughter.

So he directs and you manage Stacy's career, huh?

No.

Stacy hasn't worked since Brian and I got married.

I mean, he doesn't believe that kids should work,

especially in show business.

But I have been keeping her skills good and sharp.

I mean, she's not going to be a kid forever.

Mrs. Stone, I have something that's

a little difficult to say.

It's bound to come out, so I might as well tell you.

Your husband came to us and made a statement

that he went to see Karen Parker to have sex with her.

I'm sorry.

Drink?

No.

Thanks.

I tell myself it doesn't bother me.

This isn't the first time?

No.

My husband is a film director.

Do you know how often he gets propositioned

by beautiful women?

Talking about Karen?

No.

She had too much class for that.

I was very realistic when I married Dennis.

I promised myself I wouldn't get upset about the occasional

other women because that kind of thing

sort of goes with the job, you know?

She won't wear her shoes.

I don't have to wear shoes.

It's too warm out.

Tell I don't have to wear shoes, Mom.

It's OK, Maria.

Haven't seen you around here before.

Stacy, this is Dee Dee.

Hi, Stacy.

You the new decorator?

No, dear.

Dee Dee's a friend.

Must be a new friend.

You better hurry up, dear, you don't want

to be late for Mrs. Talbot.

I hate Mrs. Talbot.

She smells like bathroom spray.

Stacy.

All right, Mom.

You have any kids, Dee Dee?

No.

Don't be in a hurry.

Desk Sergeant took that message

down for one Sergeant Dee Dee McCall from one Alex Parker.

He says something extremely important to tell you.

Well, what can I say, Hunter?

He doesn't want to talk to you.

He thinks you're a burnt out case.

That's very perceptive.

How'd you do with Miss Stone?

She corroborated his alibi.

Did you suspect anything else?

No. Not really.

What about you?

Well, I did some real police work today.

I took Alex Parker's picture and passed it

around the neighborhood.

Anything?

No, not yet, but somewhere in that neighborhood

is a little old lady who saw everything

and I'm going to find her.

What do you mean a little old lady?

Why does it have to be a little old lady?

It's always a little old lady.

Hello?

Yeah, hi, this is Sergeant McCall.

Yes, I have something very important I have to tell you.

OK.

Hold on a second, go.

Well, I really do want to say it over the phone,

but it is important. - Where are you?

This... this isn't the hotel number.

A client of mine left for Europe this morning,

and he called me up on the phone and he said, you

built this place, live in it.

It's in Malibu.

Malibu, huh?

Well, that's kind of far away from here.

You sure you can't tell me over the phone?

Positive.

Besides, I've just been down to the rocks and I've harvested

a whole bucket full of what the Spanish

called.

I was hoping that you could share them with me.

I don't even know what they are.

They're an absolutely indescribable delicacy you

just have to taste to believe.

What's the address?

It's 33428 Pacific Coast Highway.

You won't be sorry.

Now what?

Dinner in Malibu?

Yeah.

It's something he can't tell me over the phone.

Well, do you want backup?

No.

You don't have to worry about that.

Really, I don't think the guy's dangerous at all.

Not at all.

The evidence says he is.

You just keep looking for your little old lady.

Barnacles?

Not barnacles..

Per...

Well, they look like barnacles to me.

Well, to the untrained eye perhaps, but in Spain,

you'd pay about $70 or $80 for a bunch

like this, if you could find them, and Spanish vino de casa.

- House wine. - Yep.

Good and cheap.

Sounds good.

Here's to barnacles and cheap wine.

I'll drink to that.

Not to digress, but didn't you say you had

something important to tell me?

Yeah, these will be ready in a minute.

I got a call from Karen's mother today.

Karen wrote her a letter about a month ago.

She's going to bring it back tomorrow.

Remember I told you that Karen told me that she

didn't like Dennis Stone? - Yeah.

Well, now we have more than just my word on that.

According to Karen's letter, the only person

in that whole house she could stand was the little girl.

She found her lonely and afraid and in desperate

need of a friend, and as for Dennis Stone,

she was, quote, counting the minutes

until the job was finished.

She found him absolutely revolting and his wife weird.

So now we know for a fact that he lied.

Well, actually all we really know

is what Karen told her mother.

Why would she write that to her own mother

if it wasn't true?

Why couldn't you tell me that over the phone?

Because of the, ,

of course.

Yes.

Which are now ready.

Why didn't you show me this?

You weren't supposed to see it yet.

It's not ready.

Not ready?

This is... this is beautiful.

Too beautiful.

What can I say?

I have a beautiful subject.

I better go.

You don't mean that?

Yeah, I do.

I... I sh...

I had a great time, Alex.

I'll be getting Karen's letter.

Well, you can send it to me.

Better yet, you can come here and pick it up.

Alex.

Dee Dee, if you want the letter, it'll be here,

so will I.

Hey, catch of the day.

Fresh mussels.

- Oh, hello. - Look at that.

They look great.

So what do you think?

Well, I think it's pretty obvious

your wife thought Dennis Stone was a jerk.

Which means he's also a liar.

It is the first point in your favor though, Alex.

Aside from the fact that I'm not guilty.

I believe you.

That leaves Sergeant Hunter.

Yeah, well, he's out looking for a little old lady.

- What? - Nothing.

Never mind.

He's not going to find her.

Come on, tides coming in.

Besides, I'm starved.

Me too.

Hello?

It's for you.

Hello?

Hunter?

Get up and get your clothes on,

we got another murder on our hands.

- Who? - Dennis Stone.

You know, for once, I happen to agree with the ME.

Whacked on the back of the head.

You see these cute little bruises

around his nose and mouth?

A hand was clamped over them until his EEG went flat.

That's exactly how Karen Parker was killed.

Yeah, then he was propped up behind the wheel of his car

and driven over the side of Mulholland.

When did this happen?

ME figures 3:00, maybe 4:00 this afternoon.

No witnesses?

A couple of teenagers found him about 8:30.

Ruined their whole evening.

Yeah, mine too.

Hollywood's going to miss you, baby.

Him, not you.

What time did you get to Alex's?

About 5:30, which means you're right,

he would have had the time to have done it, but why would he?

Dennis Stone must have a lot of enemies, you know?

Look, whoever killed Dennis Stone also

killed Karen Parker, same MO.

We thought we had two suspects before, we've got one now.

Well, let's just not jump to any conclusions here.

McCall, it's a fact on a growing list of facts.

The man that I just spent the evening with

was not a man who just committed a murder.

Well, let's not jump to conclusions.

Damn in, Hunter...

Look, I'm going to go and try and find out

where Dennis Stone's wife was this afternoon.

His wife, why?

Because you said it yourself, 70% of the time, unless there's

dope or crime involved, the spouse is guilty,

and the spouse is weird.

It's 3 o'clock in the morning.

You're not going over there now, are ya?

No.

I'm going over there now.

I'm going to go home.

I'll talk to her later.

Talk to you later too.

No good, huh?

Hunter, I pushed so hard, for a minute

there I thought I was you.

Both the housekeeper and the daughter

said that Jody Stone was at home the day her husband was killed.

She didn't even tell the little girl yet.

She doesn't seem to think she'll be able to handle it.

You know, there's something very bizarre

about that entire household.

Sergeant Hunter?

Yeah?

My name's Dean Ford.

Hi, how you doing?

Sergeant McCall. - Hi.

Hi.

What can I for you?

Well, I was just waiting to get a haircut,

and I happened to pick up this newspaper.

The article says this guy claims he was in Santa Barbara Friday

night.

So what?

Well, I'm pretty sure I saw him in LA that night.

Where?

I drive a limousine for City Lights,

and I dropped a bunch of kids off at a party near Westwood.

And I had a couple hours to kill,

so I cruised up to Roy's Smokehouse for a burger.

It's kind of a hang out of mine.

You're sure it was this guy?

You're positive?

You're absolutely sure it was this man?

I was coming out of the bathroom, which

is back behind the phones there, and this guy

was just hanging up.

He turned around and we practically

bumped into each other.

He said, excuse me, and I got a real up close look at him.

This is him.

I think I just found my little old lady.

That's him.

The one on the end.

You're absolutely sure?

No doubt about it.

I saw him right up close.

That's the guy.

All right.

Thank you, Mr. Ford.

That's it?

It is for now, Mr. Ford.

You're a material witness to a murder.

If we could have your address and your phone number

on that piece of paper?

If you decide to leave town, please call us.

Send them back.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Well?

It's not enough, guys.

It's not a prosecutable case.

Not yet.

I think we're handing you a damn good case.

Come on, Captain.

No district attorney in the state's

going to take a guy that looks like that

in front of a jury on the strength of what you've got.

Wait a minute.

We've got material evidence, no alibi, a man who puts Parker

in Los Angeles the night of the murder,

which means Parker lied?

What more do you want?

I think they call it the smoking gun.

Oh, yeah, the smoking gun.

Yeah, hello?

Dee Dee, it's Alex.

I...

Who is it?

It's Alex.

I don't want to talk to you.

Dee Dee, for God's sakes, I got to talk to you.

Come on, open the door.

Please?

I can't talk to you like this.

That's too bad.

You're not coming in.

My lawyer told me that someone placed

me in Los Angeles on the night that Karen was murdered.

That's right.

Well, whoever that person is is lying.

Sure.

Damn it, Dee Dee, someone is setting me up.

You know, you said that to me the first time we met.

It wasn't enough just to get me on your side though, was it?

You had to get me into your bed. What was that for?

So you could have me completely under your control?

No.

I thought I was falling in love with you.

You finished?

No, not quite.

I want you to look at me and tell me

that you honestly believe I killed my wife

and then killed Dennis Stone.

I believe it.

Here you go, my friend.

Just the way you like it with a little twist of lime.

What can I do for you?

I want to ask you a couple of questions.

Do you know a guy named Dean Ford?

Oh, sure, I know Dean.

He drives a limo.

Comes in here all the time.

Was he in here last Friday night?

Now that I couldn't tell you.

Why not?

Me and my old lady flew to Vegas, I took the weekend off.

But you normally work here every Friday night, right?

Oh, yeah, and I wish I had worked last Friday night.

I lost $600 just like that.

OK, thanks.

Stay out of Vegas.

I'll do that.

Hello?

Yeah, Mr. Ford, Sergeant Hunter, how you doing?

Yeah.

What can I do for you?

Well, in going over my notes here I realize

I forgot to write down the name of the restaurant in which you

saw Alex Parker last Friday.

Roy's Smokehouse.

Roy's Smokehouse.

That's in Westwood, right?

Yeah.

Was there anything unusual that occurred?

Anything you noticed that you thought

might have been out of the normal?

No, not really.

What was the name of the bartender?

- You mean Jim. - Jim.

Jim.

He was there Friday night, right?

Yeah.

Well, good, Dean that helps me out.

Thanks very much.

You've been a big help.

Who is it?

Who do you think it is?

Open up.

Boy, you don't look very good.

Thank you.

You aren't answering your phone, how come?

Because I don't want to answer the phone.

Well, get your clothes on.

Let's go.

What?

What, do we have another murder?

No, not another murder.

The guy lied.

Who lied?

The limousine driver.

He wasn't at the restaurant like he said he was,

which means Alex Parker wasn't there either, so let's go.

What?

Yeah.

Good evening, you folks call for a limousine?

Yeah.

Hey, man, you can't do this.

Oh, yes, we can.

Get over there.

Read him his rights.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say

can and will be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to have an attorney present.

And if you'd like to have an attorney before we speak

to you, I highly suggest that.

Yeah, well, I'm going to get you up on police brutality.

Well, if that's the case, then I might

as well kick his brains in.

I think he gets the idea.

You lied to us, man.

Your bartender friend was out of town Friday night.

Which means you're either the murderer or someone

paid you a lot of money to lie.

Which is it?

I don't have to tell you anything.

No, no, I know you don't.

You don't have to.

You can call your attorney after I book you for murder.

Come on.

You said it was important?

Yes, it is.

You're under arrest, Miss Stone, the charge is murder.

Mom, what are they saying?

Be quiet.

You all right?

Yeah, go find the girl.

Stacy?

Stacy?

Stacy, it's going to be all right, honey.

Sh.

It's going to be OK.

Good dog.

Good boy.

Stay.

Bismark, no.

Thanks.

Limo driver turned out to be Jody Stone's boyfriend.

She paid him $5,000 to tell us that story.

She denied that.

In fact, she's denying everything.

Wouldn't you?

Humor me, Hunter.

Why did she kill Karen Parker in the first place?

- I don't know. - You what?

I don't know.

You booked a suspect on suspicion of murder,

and you don't even have a motive?

That about sums it up.

What the hell do you have?

Look, my guess is Jody told her husband

she killed Karen Parker.

Dennis decided to cover for her.

Then she kills her accomplice?

That makes a lot of sense.

Look it, when Dennis realized he was an accessory to murder,

he got scared.

Jody decided it would be safer if he was dead.

That's all speculation, Hunter.

You got less on Jody Stone than you had on Alex Parker.

Jody Stone paid her boyfriend $5,000 to pin

this murder on an innocent man.

Now, only the murderer would do that.

That was Alice down in juvenile,

she wants us down there fast.

And my mother made me swear never to tell anyone.

She said if I told we'd all be sent to prison.

And can you tell us now?

I can't.

Stacy, have you told anyone else?

Did you tell Karen Parker?

Yes.

She was nice to me.

I told her, and my mom found out.

She hit me a lot.

She said never to tell anybody again.

Well, honey, can you tell us now?

Can you tell us what you told Karen?

It's OK.

It's OK, honey, go ahead.

When I was working on that movie with Dennis,

he took me to his trailer and he started taking off my clothes,

and he took off his.

What about... what about after?

After he married your mom.

He did it a lot, and my mom said it was OK, and to let him

do whatever he wanted.

Because if I didn't, he'd leave and we'd be poor again.

Hi.

Hi.

May I come in?

Sure.

Leaving, huh?

Going home.

Santa Barbara.

Alex, I don't quite know how to say this

so I'm just going to say it.

Dee Dee, I...

Me first, OK?

OK.

I'm sorry.

I was so wrong, and I am very sorry.

You just did what you thought you had to do,

and it hurt me more than I want to say, but I do understand.

There's something I want you to have.

Oh.

Alex.

Just a little something to remember me by.

Remembering you by, huh?

You know, Alex, I was thinking, I was...

I was hoping.

Maybe we might be able to, I don't know,

try to give it another shot.

Dee Dee, what happened is like a big wall between us.

You didn't build that wall.

Circumstances did, but it's there,

and I'm just afraid it'll always be there.

Yeah, I know.

I thought about that driving over here too,

and I understand.

I don't know.

You may be right.

But will you do me a little favor?

I'd like you to have lunch with this friend of mine.

Her name's Dee Dee McCall.

She's a pretty nice gal.

I know that she would be more than willing to make the drive

to Santa Barbara tomorrow.

Nothing too fancy, just lunch just

to meet for the first time.

I think I'd like that.

Me too.