01x10 - Silver Lake

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In the city of Los Angeles,

the people are represented

by two separate,
yet equally important groups:

The police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

- All right.

Just sit right here,

and I'll make you
some tea and honey, okay?

- Back so soon?

- He threw up three times
from big bear to here.

- Oh.
Sweetie, you're burning.

Go upstairs
and take a warm bath.

I'll be right up.

Make him some toast.

- Don't worry, sport.
We'll go fishing next week.

- I'm gonna go help him.

- Don?
Don, what's going on?

- Kathy and Bobby...

Call .

Call them!

- Blunt-force hits
over his face and neck,

damage to
the cervical vertebrae-

could be a broken neck.

- His knuckles
are badly bruised.

The boy put up a fight.

- Protecting his mom.

- Brave kid.

- Victim has vaginal
and rectal bleeding,

bruising along the torso,
the thighs,

severe blunt-force trauma
to the back of the head.

- The boy k*lled, the wife
r*ped and beaten to death

while the man of the house
was locked inside his bathroom.

so you were on a fishing trip?

- Uh, to big bear.

We were-we were supposed
to stay overnight,

but-but Bobby got sick.

We decided to come back.

- You notice anything unusual
when you got home?

- No. But...

I heard something
in the laundry room.

We put Bobby to bed
at : ,

and I came downstairs
and got some water,

and I felt somebody was there,
and then...

I got hit.

- Did you get a look at him?

- I wasn't wearing my glasses.
It was dark.

He was white.
I'm sure of that.

And...

You're-you're gonna think
this is crazy.

- Try us.

- He was naked.

When I came to,
he had taped me up,

and he was dragging me
to the bathroom.

And I swear, he-he-
he wasn't wearing any clothes.

- Did you notice anything
on his body-

tattoos, a birthmark?

- On his left leg,
maybe a smudge.

I could hear Kathy upstairs.

I tried to look
under the door.

I saw these...

Like, flashes of light
coming from upstairs.

- Flashes,
like a camera flash?

- Maybe.

- This lamp's been moved.

Maybe the suspect moved it
toward the bed

to throw more light on it
for his photographs.

- Some of these are bloody.
Some of them have been torn.

Maybe he had her try them on
while he was assaulting her.

- A lingerie show.

We have footprints.

Took his shoes off in here,
maybe the rest of his clothes.

- He was in here a while,

sorting through
their dirty laundry,

getting himself
all hot and bothered.

- So this guy broke into a house
full of people,

undressed,
and hid in a laundry room?

- Mrs. Alvin was supposed
to be home alone,

but the husband said he heard
a noise from the laundry room

when he came home
with the boy.

The suspect was probably
in the house already.

- He broke in, expecting to have
the wife all to himself.

- He was determined
to claim his prize.

The stripping naked,
the underwear, the photographs-

I- it's like a plan
he'd rehearsed before.

Right?

- Right.

I'll check break-ins in the area
for a similar m.O.

- Well?

- Well, it's like
riding a bike,

except I don't remember
all this paperwork.

Lieutenant, thanks for pulling
the strings to get me here.

- Hey, how's he doing?

- He's still got the chops.

- And how are you doing?

- Don't worry about me.

The one to worry about
is Casey.

- I'll stop in
on my way home.

- Six months ago,
right, Joe?

We came back from dinner out,

and our daughter found
that photo on her computer.

- She freaked out.
Freaked out-

a stranger
in our baby's room.

- Anything else taken?

- Just some
of our daughter's underwear.

- The cops couldn't figure out
how the guy got in.

I tell you, I put in
a new alarm after that.

- Is this a new sound system?
- Uh, seven months ago.

The music follows us
around the house.

- The alvins have one
just like it.

Could we have
the name of your tech?

- Yeah,
I remember that job.

They wanted the music to follow
them around the house,

even into the John.

Hell, it's their money.

- What about the alvins,
in silver lake?

- Yeah,
with a little boy, right?

That kid was whip-smart.

Knew more about electronics
than half the guys in the trade.

- Does anybody work
for you-a helper?

- Nope.
Do all the work myself.

That's how I keep
my prices low.

Those two jobs
you mentioned?

I b*at out
six other estimates.

- And when you do an estimate,

you come to the house,
you look around?

- From the crawl space
up to the rafters.

You don't want
any surprises later on.

- Nine homes burglarized
with similar m.O.S-

all of them either
got a/v systems installed

or got estimates.

- Some of the techs
visited all the houses,

but one name pops out-
nolen sound.

He bid on every job,

but each time he priced himself
out of the running

by at least %.

- Just a pretext
to case the house.

- We're gonna smoke him out.

- He might respond better
to a woman's voice.

- I want the tv in the den
connected to the tv in there

and music in every room,
including the laundry room.

I cannot get enough
of Andrea bocelli.

- Whatever floats your boat.

- Oh, and another thing-

um, my husband is gonna be away
for business in two weeks,

and, um,
I wanted to surprise him.

- Okay.

- Is that a problem?

- No, I just need to see
the scope of the job.

- Could I see
your business card?

- You need it now?

- You do work
for nolen sound, right?

- Uh...

I think there's been
a misunderstanding.

- Police.
Don't move.

- Uh, I think
I'm in the wrong house.

- No, you're
in the right house.

- Dudes, I swear I'm not
the one you're looking for.

- Steve inman-
a/v installations.

What's your relationship
with nolen sound?

- Nothing.
I don't know those guys.

- So explain how we called
nolen sound and you showed up?

- I got punked.

This guy calls me up, says
his wife's gonna show me a job.

I get down here
to make an estimate,

and she's like,
"it's a surprise for him."

No.

- Palm Springs p.D.
Just confirmed-

Mr. inman was there on
a golf weekend with his in-laws

the night
the alvins were att*cked.

- The state does have
a contractor's license on file

for Greg nolen, with a legit
social security number,

except that Greg nolen
has been dead for five years.

The phone number
for nolen sound-

it's a no-name cell.

And the email address was set up
behind half a dozen proxies.

Bottom line-a false identity
created by an expert.

- So we got punked too.

The suspect saw through
our little sting,

sent the sucker instead.

- Dangerous, twisted,
and smart.

That could be the guy who
came to the house last month.

Nolen sound, right?

I wish I paid more attention.
I was already late for work, so...

- Can you remember
what he said?

- Just the usual questions.

He was very polite-

"yes, sir.
No, sir."

I thought maybe
he'd been in the service.

- Are you okay, Mr. Alvin?

- He asked when would be
a good time to do the job.

I said any weekend,
except the last one,

because I was going away
with Bobby.

He knew Kathy would be alone

because I told him.

- Thank you for coming in,
Mr. Alvin.

This has been very helpful.
- Hmm.

- That makes people so far,
all the same story-

bland-looking guy,
baseball cap, tinted glasses,

polite, formal, just this side
of a drill sergeant.

- And up until last week, he was
just breaking into empty houses

and stealing underwear.

It's a big jump
to r*pe and m*rder.

- There are steps missing.

- We pulled the record
from nolen sound's cell phone.

He made and received calls
from long beach,

riverside, anaheim.

- All right, well, check
with those jurisdictions,

see what they have
that fits our m.O.,

and maybe we'll find
the missing steps.

- I woke up with a pillowcase
over my head

and a voice saying...
My baby wouldn't get hurt

if I kept quiet.

He tied my hands behind my back,
put his hand on my throat,

and took me
into the bedroom.

- And what happened then?

- He was...

Posing me, made me put on
different underwear.

And he took photos
the whole time.

- Did he call you
by your name?

- No, but I remember
when he-

when he was behind me,
raping me,

um, my arm
was against his leg.

I felt this kind of scar.

- Which leg?
- His left leg.

It was, um,
like a straight line,

maybe a couple inches long.

- Anything else you remember?

- No. No. He started
getting rough with me.

And I thought-I thought
he was gonna k*ll me.

And I just kept saying,
"why are you doing this?"

And then I just blurted out,
"you don't seem like the type."

- What did he do?

- He just stopped.

He said
he was sorry, and...

Then he was gone.
He just left me there, tied up.

- Have you had any contact with
a company called nolen sound?

- No.

- Has anyone called you,

asking you
for personal information?

- No. I'm very careful
about that kind of thing.

I work in the billing department
at a hospital,

so I know what can go wrong.

- What do you mean?

- Um, four months ago,
our computer system were hacked,

and , credit card numbers
were stolen.

There was a whole investigation.
Even I was a suspect.

- Who did the investigating?
- The secret service.

I didn't know they were
identity-theft experts.

- I hadn't heard
about the att*ck.

It's awful.

Annette was
very helpful to us.

- We think her att*ck may be
related to some cases in L.A.

- Matter of fact,
they involve identity theft.

That's your area, isn't it?

- Right.
The digital crimes unit.

Anything we can do to help.

- Well, we'd like to talk
to your team.

Annette said
there were three of you.

- Agent canton-
she's out with the flu-

and our supervisor,
Raymond Garson.

- Garson? Oh, I think we worked
with him in the past.

- Blond hair, glasses?

- Brown hair, no glasses.

- That's him next to me
at a dinner last year.

- Marine corps marathon?

- Yeah, a bunch of us
run it every year.

- Ah. And that's Garson
next to you?

What-what's that thing
on his leg?

- Oh, his, uh,
red badge of courage.

He got wounded in a raid

in a counterfeit operation
years ago.

- He around today,
so we can check in?

- He's in D.C.
until tomorrow.

He is number two
in this office, you know.

- This agent
protected presidents

and visiting
heads of state.

- Yeah. We tried to check his
whereabouts the last six months,

but it's hard without asking
for his schedule.

We do know that he was
in and out of long beach

the week Annette kay
got r*ped,

and he was here when the alvins
were att*cked.

He had one more
out-of-town assignment-

ventura, six weeks ago-

Running
a big fraud investigation.

- You check with ventura p.D.
For crimes with similar m.O.S?

- We did.
They just got back to us.

Do you mind?
- No.

- Joanne dickson, ,
a waitress-

she went missing
seven weeks ago in ventura.

- Joanne finished her shift
at : Thursday night.

She left alone, didn't show up
for work the next day.

- Anybody hear from her
in between?

- She called a friend
from her house at : ,

otherwise, nothing-

no prints or DNA
from her house.

We found this
in her driveway.

The tracks are from heavy-duty
all-weather blackwalls

from an s.U.V.

No one joanne knew
has treads that match.

- Is this the restaurant
where she worked?

- On east Thompson,
right off the .

- There's a motel
across the street.

- That's Garson
in the motel parking lot,

getting into an s.U.V.

The same night
joanne dickson disappeared.

- Where's the picture
of him coming back?

- We don't have that photo.

What we have is Garson entering
the motel lobby at : A.M.

- The minute we grab the s.U.V.,
Garson'll know,

and any evidence he has-
photos, documents-

he'll get rid of.

- Best thing is
to get him in a room.

Why don't we just ask him
to come in today,

talk about Annette kay
and identity theft?

years in the secret service,
protecting presidents,

this man understands
the chain of command.

He respects it.
He'll follow orders.

He knows if he turns us down,
he'll be tipping his hand.

- Give it a sh*t.

- Bingo.

Lab got a match
between the tracks

found in joanne's driveway

and the s.U.V.
Garson was driving.

- He'll show.

Everything okay?

- Sure.

- You know, tj,
if I'm doing anything wrong,

I hope you'll tell me.

- You're doing fine.

- It's tough losing a partner.

I know.
I've lost two-

one in the line of duty
and one to cancer.

Morales.

Send him up.

- Raymond Garson,
to see detective morales.

- Now, this should be
interesting.

Robbery homicide,
th floor?

Thanks.

- Agent Garson...

Detective Ricardo morales.
Thank you for coming in.

- Oh, we're just up the street.
I walked over.

Who walks in L.A., right?

- Only the brave.

- So...

How can I help you,
detective?

- Well, as you might know,

we're investigating an att*ck
on miss Annette kay.

- Yeah.
Agent hsu told me.

It's a terrible shame
what happened to her.

- Yes, it is.
Well, here's the situation.

Uh, there's evidence that
the man who att*cked Annette

is also responsible
for at least burglaries

in the last eight months.
- Okay.

- This suspect uses the identity
of a audio-visual technician

to gain access,
uh, to case the houses.

There's also evidence
that he k*lled

two members of a family
in silver lake.

Now, here's the thing, ray.

The identity this person uses

belongs to a Greg nolen,
who passed away five years ago.

Mr. nolen was a witness
in a fraud case

that your office investigated
back in .

Here's his name
on the witness list.

- Yeah, I remember this case.
- Right.

Well, here's where we...

Run into a little problem.

Uh, this is the statement
from Annette kay.

Lines through
are highlighted.

It's where she says
she felt a scar

on the left thigh of the man
who att*cked her-

a straight-line scar.

- Mm.

- This is a statement
from Mr. don Alvin.

He's the husband of the family

that were att*cked
in silver lake-

also highlighted
where he describes

seeing a mark on the left leg
of the man who assaulted him.

Do you see that, ray?

- Calls it a "smudge."

- Ray, we saw
a photograph of you

at the marine corps marathon
in shorts.

There was a scar visible
on your left leg.

Would you like me
to continue?

- Okay.

- We're both grown-ups here.

We know what
we're talking about today.

You came in voluntarily.

And as a law enforcement
officer,

you know
you're free to leave...

Anytime you want.

- Mm-hmm.

- Note it-
suspect acknowledges

it's noncustodial
questioning.

Miranda doesn't attach.

- Really?

That wouldn't hold up
in New York.

- There's another case I've been
asked to talk to you about...

Up in ventura-

a missing persons...

Joanne dickson.

She disappeared from her home
seven weeks ago.

She worked across the street
from the hotel where you stayed

when you were working
on a case up there.

So here we...

We run into another
little problem.

At : the night
she disappeared,

the security cameras
in the motel parking lot

took this photo of you
getting into an s.U.V.

The next time you appear
in the motel's cameras

is at : A.M.,

when you're entering the lobby.

The police in ventura
took a tire print

from joanne dickson's driveway.

Our lab compared that print
to a tire print

taken from the s.U.V.
You were driving.

Here's a photocopy
of both prints.

I don't really know anything
about tire impressions.

I leave it up to the experts,

but they tell me
those tire prints are identical.

You need to
explain this, ray.

- I don't know.

I just don't know.

- Ray, you should be
aware that,

based on these tire prints,

search warrants
are being issued

to your home
and your computer.

It's not me making
the decision.

But whatever is there-

DNA, blood, hair-

our experts will find it.

- Damn brick wall.

- Ray, what are we gonna do?

I know your mind
is racing right now.

I've had a lot of people sit
where you're sitting.

I know how this goes.

If you want to maintain
your credibility,

you have to give us
some honesty right now.

That's how this works...

Because
when the telephone rings

or there's a knock
on the door, it's over.

It's getting
out of control fast, ray.

It's getting
beyond my control.

What are we gonna do, ray?

You have to get
in front of this.

If you wait
until the evidence comes in

or until you have
no choice...

People are just gonna think,

"oh, he's just
some kind of psychopath."

I don't think
that's what you want...

After years
of distinguished service,

of having presidents

and heads of state trust you
with their lives.

Or maybe I'm wrong.

In any event, ray,

it could well be
out of our hands.

We'll just wait and see
what they find in your house.

- Call me Raymond.

Raymond.

- Raymond.

- I see you're still
struggling with something.

What is it?

- What if it was consensual...

Actually...

With Annette?

- You were there with her
that night?

- Yes.
But it was consensual.

- That's one.

- And how about the waitress
in ventura-joanne?

Was that consensual as well?

- I...

I went to visit her.

- Can you tell me
where she is now?

Is she near her house?

- Yeah.

- Is she outside?

Can she see the sky?

- No.

- Can you show me
where she is on this?

Raymond...

- I-I think I'd like to talk
to a lawyer now.

- That's your choice.

And everything that I said
would happen will happen.

People will make up
their own minds about you.

Raymond, can you tell me
where joanne is?

- I think I-I've said enough.
I want to talk to my lawyer.

- He buried her
near her house.

- It's not enough to get
the death penalty.

We needed him to take us
to the body.

- This could be moot.

Our team just got to his house,
and if they find DNA or photos-

- well, unless Garson's
posed next to a corpse,

it may not matter.

- She's right.

He's already set up his defense
for his as*ault on Annette kay-

consensual sex,

he said, she said.

We really needed him
to take us to that body.

- S.I.D.'S report
on the s.U.V.

Garson was driving
in ventura-

he did some off-roading.

They found mud and onion skins
in the undercarriage.

- Onion skins.

There are onion fields
all around ventura.

You can smell them
when you drive in.

There's an onion field
right by joanne dickson's house.

- Well, that must be
at least , acres.

It would take months
to search all that.

- You think
you can get ventura

to send out search teams
by : A.M.?

Raymond, there's something
I want you to see.

Detective,
could you pull over here?

The experts found onion skins

all over the truck
you were driving that night.

They know joanne's out there.

A lot of people
looking for her.

- Eventually they'll find her.

His computer was full of these.

It looks like it was taken
in the houses he broke into.

- And then there were these.

The women are all alive
in these photos.

- It's incredible.

This guy was protecting
presidents.

How did he ever pass
the psychological screening?

- Well, we don't know
about the cross-dressing,

but the burglaries
and assaults

started only
in the last months.

- Yeah, well, he can exercise
his freak in prison.

Long beach and ventura
have both signed off

on an offer of life without
parole for the whole package.

- Why offer anything?

You have a bona fide
death-penalty case here.

- And two traumatized victims.

If I can avoid putting
don Alvin and Annette kay

through a trial,
it'll be a good thing.

- We're not scared of a trial.

My client's been sh*t
in the line of duty.

He's devoted his life
to public service.

That's gonna mean something
to a jury.

- Yeah, until they see
those pictures of him

prancing around
in "hello kitty" panties.

- Not to mention the photos
of him torturing Annette kay,

Kathy Alvin.

- Souvenirs
of consensual encounters.

- Really?

Did joanne dickson consent to
being buried in an onion field?

- Who cares?

The jury's
never gonna hear that.

My client had invoked
his right to counsel

when the police drove by a field
where a search was under way

and resumed questioning
in violation of his rights.

The discovery
of miss dickson's body

resulted from that questioning
and should be excluded.

- There was no questioning.

Mr. Garson volunteered
to show the police

where he buried miss dickson.

In any case, your honor,
the police would've found

her body as a matter
of inevitable discovery.

- Well, then they should
have been more patient.

If detective morales
hadn't spoken to my client

after he invoked-
- wait.

This was
detective morales' idea?

- He was driving Mr. Garson
to ventura.

- Mr. dekker,
if this were an ordinary cop,

I'd allow the evidence in
under the good-faith exception.

But a former prosecutor
pulling this stunt?

- Your honor,
you cannot allow

an officer's background
to influence your-

- I can. And I am.
The body's out.

- That's one down.

Here's two.

- Without a body,
there's no m*rder case.

- Damn.

Call her.

Go see her today.

- Oh, my God.
I can't believe this.

- That is you in these photos?

- Yes, three years ago
with my ex.

We were newlyweds,
we were experimenting.

Where did you get these?

- From Raymond Garson's lawyer.
He got them from your ex.

- That creep.
Why-why would they want these?

- Garson's claiming

that you consented
to have rough sex with him.

- What he did to me
wasn't rough sex.

It was t*rture.
It was r*pe.

- I know.

- Can't you stop them
from using these?

- We'll try,
but the law is on their side.

They're entitled to question
your credibility.

- So that-that monster gets
to use these photos

to humiliate me in public,

to-to r*pe me
all over again?

N- no.

No, I won't-I won't do it.
I won't testify.

- Annette,
we'll do everything we can-

- you have
all that other evidence.

You don't need me.
I'm sorry.

I need to pick up my daughter
from the sitter's.

- She won't testify?
- No.

And forcing her
will only backfire.

So we're dropping
the r*pe charge.

We're also dropping
the m*rder charge from ventura.

The judge
excluded the evidence.

- So what does that leave?

- The m*rder
of your wife and son...

Of course,
the-the burglaries.

There's enough there
to get the death penalty.

Mr. Alvin?

- I used to be like that...

Happy.

How can someone call himself
a good man

if he doesn't protect
his family?

- You tried, Mr. Alvin.

- That's what people say,

but I know
what they're really thinking.

When I came to,
I was being dragged.

My legs and my hands
were taped up,

and my mouth was taped shut.

I tried to shake loose,
but I couldn't.

- Mr. Alvin,
while you were being dragged,

what, if anything,
did you see?

- Well, before I was
knocked out, I-I fought back.

You know, I landed
a couple punches,

but he had the drop on me,
and he hit me with something.

- Mr. Alvin, will you
please limit your answers

to the questions I ask you?

While you were being dragged,
what did you see?

- There was a mark
on the man's left leg.

- People's .

Mr. Alvin,
is that the scar you saw?

- I wasn't wearing my glasses,
but that's it.

- Then what happened?

- I was locked
in the bathroom.

I could hear Kathy upstairs,
being att*cked.

There were flashes of light
under the door.

I tried to get loose.

It took me forever.

When I finally got out,

I found my wife dead...

And my son

m*rder*d by that man.

- Thank you, Mr. Alvin.

- Mr. Alvin,
you said you put up a fight,

that you punched
your assailant.

There was a struggle,
and you hit him, and he hit you.

- Yes.

- You were defending
your family.

- Exactly.

- But, Mr. Alvin,
you never mentioned this fight

to the police, did you?
- I don't know.

But I hit him.

- Well, can you explain

why you had no bruises
on your hands?

- That doesn't mean
I didn't fight back.

- No, your son fought back,

and he had the bruises
on his knuckles to prove it.

How does it happen
you had no bruises?

- I don't know.

- In fact, except for the wound
on your head,

there wasn't a single mark
on your body

that indicated there was
a struggle, was there?

- I don't know.

- And the scar
that you claim that you saw,

you told the police
it was a smudge.

- It was blurry.
I wasn't wearing my glasses.

- You're making this up,
aren't you?

- No.

- In fact, you made
the whole thing up.

Isn't it true that you
came home Saturday night

and you discovered
that your wife

had a sexual encounter
with my client

in your house
when you were away?

- What? No!
Not my Kathy.

- And you became so enraged
that you att*cked your wife.

You r*ped her,
and you b*at her to death.

- That's not true.
- And then you k*lled your son

when he tried to stop you.
- No! That's a lie!

- You inflicted that wound
on yourself

and concocted this lie
about an intruder.

- That's a lie.
He m*rder*d them.

He k*lled them.

I was protecting them.
- I have no more questions.

- I was protecting them.

How can he say those things
about my wife?

How can he get away with that?

- It doesn't matter
what he said.

It's your credibility
that's in trouble.

- Mr. Alvin,
why did you make up this story

about fighting back?

What were you trying
to accomplish?

- They keep saying
I could've done more.

They say I was a coward.
- Who says?

- They keep sending me emails.

I don't know who they are.

- Show us.

"You call yourself a man?

A real man would have d*ed
protecting his family."

- "How can you live
with yourself

"when everyone knows
you hid in the bathroom

while your family
was being k*lled?"

- "Your son puked his guts out
all the way back from big bear,

but he still had
more guts left than you."

- That's the worst-
from three days ago.

- That wasn't in the media,

about his son being sick
on the way back from big bear.

- Did you tell anyone?
- No.

I remember telling Kathy
when we got home.

We were in the kitchen.

- Check the books.

- A smartphone-

Garson probably paid somebody
to smuggle it in.

- Don't confiscate it.

Put it back.
We'll put a tap on it.

- My wife found out
she was pregnant with twins.

It was a big financial burden.
I needed extra income.

I used to install stereos
when I was in college.

But the secret service
has regulations about side jobs,

so I used the identity
of a deceased a/v technician

and worked on my days off.

- And what,
if anything, happened

during the course
of this work?

- Like a lot of men,
I found it hard to be intimate

with my wife
when she became pregnant.

I often found myself alone

with women in the houses
I worked in.

Some of them were lonely
and interested

in the same kind
of fantasy sex play.

All of those encounters
were consensual.

I never did anything
those women didn't want.

I never hurt them.

- And what
about the burglaries

and the stolen panties
that Mr. dekker mentioned?

- That was stupid.

It was just...

Sexual curiosity.

- Now tell us
about Kathy Alvin.

- I met her when I went
to her house to do an estimate.

She asked me to come back
when her husband was gone.

I went there
Saturday afternoon.

We had sex.

It was rough sex,
the kind she wanted.

When I left
a few hours later,

Mrs. Alvin was alive
and well.

I'm not-
I'm not proud of my behavior.

I betrayed my wife.

I dishonored
the secret service.

They deserved better.

- You referenced your work
with the secret service.

How many investigations
have you been involved in?

- Ballpark-
just over .

- So you've interrogated

a great many suspects,
is that right?

- Yes.
- And if a suspect revealed

that he had knowledge
of details of a crime

that could only be known
by the offender,

what would that tell you?

- That he's guilty.
- Guilty.

At the time of your encounter
with Mrs. Alvin,

did you know
that Mr. Alvin had cut short

his fishing trip
because his son had fallen ill?

- No.

- And what do you know
about it today?

- Just that they had
to come home early

from fishing
because the boy was sick.

- That's it?

He was sick?

- Yes.

- You didn't hear Mr. Alvin
tell his wife

that their son
had vomited three times

on the way back
from big bear lake?

- Objection-
asked and answered.

- You didn't hear him
from your hiding place

in the laundry room?
- No.

I wasn't there.

- People's .

"Your son puked his guts out
all the way back

from big bear, but he still had
more guts left than you."

An email received
by Mr. Alvin four days ago.

- Objection, your honor.

We weren't given
this evidence beforehand.

- Sidebar, your honor.

Your honor,
this impeachment evidence

came to us
in the last hours-

more than a dozen emails sent
to Mr. Alvin

over the last days.

"Now everyone knows
you're a liar and a coward.

"Did you ever think

"that when she was being r*ped
and k*lled,

your wife was praying
that you'd come and save her?"

We have other evidence,
your honor.

This is from the warden
at the county jail,

reporting the discovery
of a cell phone with that number

found during a search
of the defendant's cell.

And this forensic analysis
of the cell phone

proves that it was used to send
those emails,

including that one,
to Mr. Alvin,

revealing details
that would only be known

to the k*ller
of Mr. Alvin's family.

- Mr. dekker, the defense
will have hours

to examine this evidence
before I'll admit it in trial.

- They can take
all the time they need.

- Two life sentences
without parole.

- I hope you approve.

- Buy you a drink, Mr. Alvin?

- You have a family?

Then...Go home.