01x02 - The Wives

[bunniefuu]

[eerie music]

- I have been saying for decades

that my dad k*lled my mom.

And when Charlotte died, I never believed it was suicide.

When Annie Tordoff died, I didn't believe

that she died of a blood clot.

- Everybody in the family always told me

he k*lled her and made it look like a suicide.

- He's got two wives and a girlfriend

who he called in to the police reporting their deaths.

What's the odds of that?

I think he'd be better off winning the lottery.

- But we both didn't think it was suicide.

- I don't understand the actions

of the Fremont County Sheriff's Department.

When is he ever gonna get investigated?

[Andrea Wasse's, "Ain't No Devil"]

- Police in Western Iowa are searching for any sign

of a serial k*ller.

- ♪ Something's coming ♪

♪ Something's on its way ♪

- The woman claims her late father k*lled

at least women

and used his children to help bury them.

- ♪ Take all the children ♪

♪ Where floodwater's rollin' ♪

♪ Ain't no devil gonna be where we go ♪

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- When we were able to open the casket on my mom,

it was unnerving to see her that way.

- She's really preserved well.

- Yes.

- She's still got her skin, I mean, eyelashes.

She's got an eyeball.

- And you could tell that-- - Teeth, lips.

- It was weird. You could tell it was our mom.

I mean, her facial features, her curly hair,

and it was still very curly.

She still had a full head of hair.

- Mm-hmm.

- We still have a ways to go with the autopsy.

And I think once we get the results from that,

we'll have the closure that we need.

But we're hoping that this does help Lucy too.

- Yes.

That is the whole purpose of this.

- Yes. - Is truly to bring some--

- To help with--closure--

- To help Lucy--yes. - For Lucy.

- Yes, and Mom.

- 'Cause Mom loved her.

- She loved Lucy.

- A lot.

- Better quit making me cry.

- We're gonna have happy tears, Mom.

I know. - But yeah.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- I am Dr. Erin Linde.

I'm a forensic pathologist here in Omaha, Nebraska.

- The original investigative report on Charlotte Studey

stated that she was found deceased

in her vehicle from a self-inflicted g*nsh*t wound

and that she used a Marlin . semiautomatic r*fle,

which is a long g*n.

The dimensions of that weapon

from the trigger to the end of the barrel is inches,

which is the same distance

as her armpit to her right middle finger.

Meaning that the tip of her finger

would just touch that trigger,

which would be insufficient to cause discharge of the g*n.

On her right arm,

right in the crease of the arm here, the elbow,

there's the collection of very small abrasions

that weren't seen anywhere else,

which really raised the possibility

of a potential defensive action--

that she's trying to protect herself

as the g*n's fired.

♪ ♪

- My name is Dan Hayes.

I was a Omaha Police officer from to .

I worked as a Homicide detective

and a Narcotics detective.

Charlotte Studey was found in a vehicle

in front of her house,

and I was one of the responding officers.

I got there first, but the second

responding officer was Officer Ted Green.

- I was in uniform patrol at the time.

We had arrived, and we were pointed there

by a white male later identified

as the woman's husband.

And it's a female.

And it's with a r*fle.

And there's no note, so that sticks out.

- I remember that it snowed overnight,

and it was kind of a fresh layer of snow,

not--not very deep snow.

The vehicle was locked.

So as the squad came up, I instructed

one of the squad personnel to go in

through a wing window on the--

I believe it was the passenger side of the car.

- She was seated not behind the wheel,

what you would call the driver's side.

And she wasn't in the passenger side.

She was more in the center of the vehicle.

And then she was laying down on her left side.

She had a b*llet wound to the right temple of her head,

and there was a . r*fle.

Her left hand had ahold of the muzzle

or the barrel of the r*fle, and her right hand

was laying on the stock butt.

- I've seen tons of dead bodies.

I've seen tons of suicides.

I don't remember any women sh**ting themselves

I had never experienced that prior to that

or can recall experiencing that after that either.

- The woman's husband said they had

an argument that night.

She had left and threatened suicide before.

And when she didn't return in the morning,

he went out and looked for her.

She had a couple of regular places

that she would go to when they had these fights.

And so he followed the track from their house

to where she would go to and then found her car.

He wasn't totally broken down over it,

but his concern was for his family back at the house

and what was gonna go on there.

And at the time, that all seemed very,

I mean, normal, what a normal person would do.

The husband said he had to go back and be with his daughters

at their house.

And he left, and the detectives then

went and spoke with him later.

By the time leaving that call we were able to determine

that it was a suicide.

Nothing in the snow showed us anything different

than everything happened inside that car.

- Oh, yeah.

It's cold.

It's cold at : in the morning here in February.

There wasn't a lot of it,

but that would show evidence of somebody being around

before we got there.

- Right.

Unless he drove by,

you know, just drove by and saw her car there.

- I don't--you know, like I said, I--

other than that quick interview,

you know, just talking to him, how he came across--

I'm not the one investigating it.

That's the detectives' jobs at the time.

We turned it over to the detectives involved.

- Yes, I spoke to him.

Yes, yes.

- He stated--he reminded me or tried to remind me

that it had snowed.

And part of what he had said was--he said,

there were no footprints around the snow is what he said.

But I took his word. I don't remember.

It wasn't documented in the police reports, though.

- There was no snow there.

For some reason, that's the visual

that I got as I was going through and trying

to recall the night.

That's kind of a visualization that I had.

- I can't stress to you enough that the details of the case

and what was found originally

are not out for public knowledge.

That's just the way the investigators work,

and that's policy of Omaha Police Division.

But there's evidence that I can't divulge...

That absolutely puts this as a suicide.

- Growing up with the question of your parent,

whether they committed suicide or not

does play a lot with your emotions, your thoughts.

Did they abandon you?

Did they--why did they leave you?

There was a lot of shame.

- I felt abandoned, not loved.

It's a feeling that I don't want nobody to go through.

- When I found out that she had passed away,

my husband was the one who came,

and he got the phone call.

And he said, your mom committed suicide.

And I said, no, she didn't.

No, she didn't.

He said, well, that's what the police are saying,

that she had shot herself in her car.

And I said, how was she found?

And he said, Don found her.

- When we got the call about her suicide,

I didn't even believe it.

- No.

- I knew that he'd finally finished

the job that he had been--

- Yeah, because Mom didn't know nothing about g*ns.

- And she had left him.

She had gotten her own apartment.

She was so excited. Please come visit me now.

He won't be around.

We'd go visit.

And it was literally not even a month

or maybe one month later, she was dead.

I've always not just believed that Don Studey k*lled

our mother, but I also believe that he k*lled

his previous wife, Lucy.

♪ ♪

- This is my mom's headstone.

She died in Denver, Colorado,

and she was brought over here.

[somber music]

I was always told that my mom committed suicide.

That is what I remember always being told.

And every time Dad beat the sh*t out of me,

I would cuss my mom out for leaving me, for abandoning--

why did she abandon us kids with that monster?

- My Uncle Don, all the children were afraid of him,

because we saw what he did to his children.

Lucy Studey McKinney is my cousin,

and Don Studey is my uncle.

He is my mother's brother.

The only part of my Uncle Don that I ever saw

was the one that beat his children

and his sister's children.

So...

Don had four kids--

Gary, Linda-- we called her Linda Marie,

because my name is Linda--

Susan and Lucy.

So those children are with his wife, Lucy May.

- So the children lost their mother

supposedly to suicide.

But my mother always told me, and everybody in the family

always told me that he k*lled her

and made it look like a suicide.

The way my mother knew that he had done it

was that she had made a surprise visit to him

with my dad the morning after it had happened.

- First time I met Don Studey, I was probably years old.

When you met Don, he would seem to you very normal.

He could be outgoing, but he didn't join in a lot

unless he was talked to specifically.

I never saw any real emotion.

He would, like, hug his kids, but there was never

any expression to me that would indicate

that it was pleasurable.

He just pretty much had the same face for everything.

And he thought he was smarter than anybody.

And in his favor, he was very, very intelligent.

I think Don thought he was bulletproof.

Don's wife, Lucy, was very quiet and shy.

She would talk to you, but she wouldn't

initiate a conversation.

And I mean, she was-- she was just a nice gal.

I have no idea how Don ever got ahold of her.

Marilyn and I left our home in Sidney, Nebraska,

to visit Don and Lucy.

We pulled up in the driveway.

Don came out, and he said that

Lucy had gone in the closet and wound a cord around her neck

and around the crossbar in the closet.

Lucy had--she choked to death.

[tense music]

- From what my mom told me, the night before,

my Uncle Don and my Aunt Lucy

had gone out to a party.

And he thought that my Aunt Lucy

was flirting with another guy.

And my Uncle Don got in a fight with her.

And apparently, the fight continued on the way home.

- Don told me that she wanted him to do something

that he didn't wanna do, obviously,

and so she played the pity card

and put herself in the closet.

And then, supposedly, the way Don tells it is,

she had an asthma attack and just dropped.

- According to the police report,

it said that she had committed suicide

by hanging herself in the closet off of the kitchen.

That's where the police found her.

- I saw the electrical cord hanging from the crossbar,

and it just didn't add up.

Her knees would have almost touched the floor.

- My mother noticed several things that were very unusual.

It looked like there had been a struggle.

There was blood on the floor.

There was a cigarette that had been set

on the edge of the counter and had burned down to ashes

and burned the counter.

And my mother said, I can't imagine somebody would

light a cigarette, set it on the edge of the counter,

and then go k*ll themselves.

♪ ♪

- Marilyn and I talked about Lucy's death

as soon as we left Don's.

And I don't know whether she said it first

or I said it first, but we both didn't think it was suicide.

And I would assume she would know better,

because she knew Don better.

- My mom wrote a book about her life.

And I use the word "book" loosely,

because she wrote it in her own handwriting in pencil.

And it was pages.

And every time I read it, I see something else that

just absolutely mortifies me.

Her brother, Don, as well as her brother Louis

and all her sisters had all been violent.

During the time that my mom was writing her book,

she would call me, or she would send me a text message

and say, Linda, I can't do this.

This is really hard.

This is bringing up some really bad stuff.

- You cannot meet my mother,

because my mother is in prison

for attempted m*rder of her boyfriend.

She took the claw end of a hammer

and hit her boyfriend in the head seven times.

And when that didn't k*ll him and he begged her to take him

to the hospital, she put him in the car, and on the way

to the hospital, she pulled a g*n on him

and she was going to sh**t him.

But somehow he managed to get out of the car,

and so she left him to die.

But fortunately, some people rescued him

and took him to the hospital.

And so he did live.

And she's been in prison since October of .

She's doing an eight-year term.

When Lucy came out with the story

of what happened with my Uncle Don,

I immediately sent my mother an email.

And I said, you realize your brother

is a serial k*ller, don't you?

And her answer was, I don't know anything.

And don't you know that the prison is reading our emails?

- He and Marilyn were very tied.

It seemed almost like they could talk without talking.

But they were close.

- I just can't see how anybody could have that much loyalty

towards their brother.

Where's your morality?

How do you think that person's family felt

that they were m*rder*d and no one ever

knew who did it?

But she did.

And she didn't say anything.

She said, how could I not be loyal to my brother?

He k*lled for me.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- When my mother died, I was / years old.

I have no recollections of my mother.

I always wondered, how come my mother wasn't around?

I wish I could remember her, but I can't.

I love the idea of a mother, that she gave birth to me,

but I can't recall who she is.

When I was, like, , years old,

my Aunt Ida, her own sister, was in our lives.

And I asked my Aunt Ida,

I go, Aunt Ida, what happened to my mom?

Why is she not here?

She goes, Susan, your mother tried it

twice before she met your dad.

One time, she took sleeping pills.

The second time, she tried to slit her wrists.

And she goes, the third time she did it.

Up until my mom's sister told me that...

erased all doubt.

She tried it twice before she met my father.

- I grew up hearing people saying

that my dad k*lled my mom.

And at my mom's grave, I promised her

I would prove that he m*rder*d her.

Having my stepmom Charlotte exhumed

was the first step in this process.

But I can't get my mom exhumed

because my sister Susan and my sister Linda

won't sign the paperwork.

- No.

Because for Lucy to do it, it would

take me and my other sibling.

And I do remember what my mom's sister told me,

and I go by her words.

I don't care about Lucy.

I don't care which Tom, d*ck, and Harry

wants my mother exhumed.

It is not gonna happen.

Lucy is smarter than me.

But the thing is, she's never gave one ounce of evidence

in this whole thing.

It's always, what if? It could be this.

It could be this. Accusations fly.

My mom's been gone for years.

I am not about to disturb her grave for Lucy or for nobody.

And neither is my other sibling.

- I thought about that.

My dad looked at me, he goes, Susan,

he goes, why do I have bad luck with women?

Why do they die on me?

And I'm like, Dad, I'm sorry, you know?

He goes, I don't understand.

He's had bad luck, yeah,

but speculation and evidence

are two different things.

- No.

What guy in their right mind would

do that and have four kids left behind, all five and under?

That's pretty damn dumb.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- We have to take information that's not just the body.

There are certain deaths that almost

entirely rely on the scene findings

and the investigative findings.

The history of domestic violence also plays a role.

I'm going to speak with Deputy Green,

and I'm really hoping that he can provide

some additional information.

♪ ♪

If Charlotte was truly leaving him and moving

to that other apartment, she is in the more

dangerous time period and more at risk

for a violent act towards her.

♪ ♪

- Hey, Doc. - Hey.

How are you? - Good.

Come on back here.

[pensive music]

- What about the scene

and what you saw raised questions?

- Well, I mean, the obvious question is,

he's the one that finds her,

but there's no note, and there's a r*fle.

And once the body's moved, we're releasing it

to CIB at the time. - Okay.

- So I don't have anything else to do with the investigation,

just at the original scene. - Sure, okay.

- There was what appeared to be some stuff on her

that was consistent with the close wound.

- Sure.

What did you see that would be

consistent with the close wound?

- This is where it's gonna-- - It's okay.

- I gotta be real careful, because I was advised

of releasing details of it.

But it's real common with a . to have unspent powder.

- Right. Okay. - And that was around.

And then where the casing was found,

that was...

the only thing I would have, I guess, figured out

where the ejection port would have been.

Maybe that would have helped.

'Cause some eject forward. - Sure.

- Some eject sideways, and some eject back.

- One of the big things that I've been wrestling with

with this case is positioning.

- So the g*n, we can see it on the door frame up on the window

or down on the armrest. - Right.

- But like I said, the angle, I'm not--

I mean, I wasn't privy to that back at the time.

I just--lowly uniform guy.

- Sure. [laughs]

[suspenseful music]

- I have been saying for decades

that my dad k*lled my mom.

And when Charlotte died, I never believed it was suicide.

And when Annie Tordoff died, I didn't believe

that she died of a blood clot.

This is a headstone for Dad's longtime girlfriend,

Anna Tordoff.

She was not married to my dad.

He put Studey on there,

but I suspect that he k*lled her.

Now he's got two wives and a girlfriend

who he called in to the police reporting their deaths,

you know?

What's the odds of that?

I think he'd be better off winning the lottery.

I don't understand the actions

of the Fremont County Sheriff's Department.

I mean, they knew about Mom, and they knew about Charlotte.

And here's a third wife.

When is he ever gonna get investigated?

[somber music]

- My mom lived with Donald Studey for years

after our dad passed away.

She needed companionship.

I wanted my mom to be happy.

And if this is what she was doing to make her happy,

then we were happy.

- No, no.

The reason I knew that she was is,

I had picked my mother up

to take her to a doctor's appointment.

She was wearing sunglasses.

And as we were driving, she happened to take them off,

and my mom had her--her left eye--she had a black eye.

Of course, the first thing I did is,

I questioned, did Don hit you?

And I was getting rather upset.

She just said, just stop.

Don't say anything.

Don't do anything, 'cause you're

just gonna make it worse.

After, I had called her numerous times,

and there was no answer.

And, you know, of course, then I'm thinking,

well, she had the black eye.

You know, I'm worried.

So I called the Fremont County Sheriff,

and I asked them to do a well check.

And then that's when I was threatened.

Don told me that he was

going to f*cking k*ll me.

[tense music]

From that time with the black eye till the time of her death

really wasn't that far apart.

I just know that she-- my mom was unhappy.

She was scared of him.

- Not back then, but recently, yes.

- That was through Lucy.

- My dad openly threatened Annie Tordoff's life

for years before she died.

Anna called me up.

She said, I want you to know

that if anything happens to me,

I didn't commit suicide.

It was your dad.

It was Donnie.

But when she died,

that is when I went on a warpath.

- I had a little bit different feeling about Don.

Don never showed anything that--any ill will

to Anna or anyone else.

Every Sunday that me and my wife and my son

would go down there, anything that Don would have

done towards, you know, my mom at the time,

I didn't see anything.

I had taken her to her hospital appointments many, many times

and never came across anything like that.

- Exactly.

I got a text from Lucy that--you know,

stating that she can prove, you know, three ways, you know,

that our mother was m*rder*d.

I would like to have someone prove it.

- Back when my mom passed, we should have had an autopsy

done, and we did not.

And now we're kind of kicking ourselves in the butt for that.

- But I think that she died of natural causes.

Seeing her within the last several weeks of her life,

you know, how her health had went down,

her weight went down.

But as for Don murdering her...

- We'll never know.

- Yeah, we'll never know.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- So I'm on my way to see a hypnotherapist called Lisa.

She's only six miles away.

♪ ♪

I decided to try some of these sessions

to help with nightmares.

- Okay, Lucy, are you comfortable in that chair?

- Yes.

- And is it okay, during your session,

if I touch you on maybe the forehead,

the arm, the wrist?

- Yes. - Okay.

So what I would like you to do

is just focus on these two fingers right here.

And just put all of your focus and attention

on those two fingers.

[ethereal music]

I will count from one to three,

and when I get to three, you can completely allow

those eyelids to just relax.

One,

two,

three.

Now, Lucy,

I want you to go back to a time

when you felt completely safe.

- Under blanket.

- Ah.

- ♪ Piggy in the blanket

Piggy in the blanket.

- What happens next?

- It's falling down.

- Falling down.

- It's powder.

It's powder. - Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Do you know what that powder is?

- Looks like clouds. - Mm-hmm.

- It's on the tree roots.

- What's on the tree roots?

- Snow. - Snow. Okay.

So where are you at?

- Red brick.

- Red brick?

- By the leaves.

- Mm. Okay.

- It's--it's peaceful.

- Where are you in this scene?

- In the kitchen.

- In the kitchen, yeah.

Are you alone, or are you with someone?

- She's on the floor.

- What happened?

- She's dead.

[eerie music]

- And is there anyone around you,

or are you alone?

- Bear.

They're there.

They keep me safe.

- Who does?

- Shut up.

Shut up.

- Tell me more about that. What's happening?

- I have to shut up.

- What's happening now?

- Hard to breathe. - Okay.

- Feels like something's pushing in on my neck.

- Okay, do you have any idea what that is?

- [gasps]

- Tell me what's happening.

- I can't breathe. - Okay.

- [crying] I can't breathe.

- Okay. That's right.

Just take a nice, deep breath and relax.

It's okay. It's okay.

We're just gonna rise above.

Rise above it.

- [sobbing]

- That's right.

I need you to rise above.

I'm gonna count to three.

Deep breath.

Just release, release, release,

release, release, release, release.

Release, release. There you go.

Release, release, release.

You don't have to feel it.

Great job.

[ethereal music]

It's very common when people are regressing

and going back to different states,

they actually feel everything that happened in that moment.

That is how she remembered those events.

- [sighs]

I'm feeling pretty peaceful.

- Me too.

Just ready for answers.

- Yes.

- Here we are. - Here we go.

- Hello.

- Hi. - Hi.

Come on back with me.

We're gonna come down this hallway

and into the conference room.

- Okay.

- Thank you so much for coming down.

We're gonna discuss what I saw in your mom's autopsy.

We'll start with the big--

biggest portion, I guess, which would be the g*nsh*t wound.

When I looked at the entrance wound,

it was very round and punched out.

There wasn't any associated tearing of the skin with it.

I didn't see any evidence of searing

around the entrance wound.

I didn't see any residual soot.

And the searing and soot and those little tearing areas

are what we tend to see and think of in contact

g*nsh*t wounds, which-- they're the ones that

are most commonly associated

with the self-inflicted type injury.

Now, the other thing that I saw was, on the crease of her arm,

around the elbow, there were little areas

of red discoloration.

which is basically caused

by little pieces of unburnt gunpowder that strike the skin

and cause small abrasions.

The stippling on the arm would, again, raise that possibility

that the barrel of the weapon was further away than contact.

- So it was like she was trying to move it away, more or less?

- Potentially.

- Did you do any, um--

- [sobbing]

- I know it's hard.

- Can I go get a box of tissue?

- I'm sorry.

It's so hard to hear.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- So when you did the measurements of, like,

her arms, could she have reached the trigger

and had the barrel to her head?

- From her armpit, it's inches,

which put her arms right at barely touch trigger,

not necessarily push in a comfortable-ish position.

It raises questions.

- So in your opinion, with all the information

you have, what would you say?

- I would say that based on all the--the preliminary

autopsy findings, at least, the investigative material

that I have at this point in the circumstances,

as I'm aware of them, that the manner

of death here is undetermined.

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

- Undetermined.

- Thanks.

- We use undetermined as a manner of death

when there's too many questions to either push..

- One way or the other. - One way or another.

So in this case, too many questions

to push suicide, which would be the self-inflicted,

versus homicide, which would be at the hand of another.

- So it's undetermined.

- In my opinion. Yes.

- We've just been chasing this for years.

- I know.

- Yes.

- Whew.

- For me to go from suicide to undetermined is a big deal.

It may not feel like it, but the burden

to move it all the way to a homicide is quite high.

- This--to rule this a homicide,

I'd really need probably things

that cannot be gotten at this point--

further investigation into the events of that night.

The original autopsy photos would be huge,

just to be able to see what was seen.

Unfortunately, there are none.

- They closed the case out as a suicide.

I would assume they were probably destroyed before.

Everything now is digitized.

And I'm just telling you that what was on the original report

is consistent with what a suicide would be.

But I can't stress to you enough

that the details of the case and what was found originally

are not out for public knowledge.

And I wish--

I'd give anything to be more open with you, I really would.

Because it would take-- you know what?

Take a lot of heat off everybody.

But I can't.

That's just the way the rules work.

- Oh, absolutely there's no cover-up.

You don't wanna go down that path with me,

because I guarantee you,

you're gonna ruffle the feathers of big dog,

and you will not like that at all.

Now, I've been real gracious, okay?

You wanna put this on tape, that's fine.

I'm just telling you right now,

if you think I'm covering something up,

you're full of sh*t, and we'll end it right now.

- No--well--

[tense music]

Well, I have to be careful with how I say things.

I mean, I don't have anyone that's saying,

you can't say this, and you can't

say that that I'm aware of.

I'm sure they'll come out of the woodwork.

- You know, not being from around here,

I didn't grow up with the stories.

So I really don't know.

- Dr. Linde did say on more than one occasion

it would be a good idea for us to get a second opinion.

And it just--it felt odd.

It's like, why are you pushing us so much

to go get another opinion somewhere?

Is there something that this second opinion's

going to tell us that you can't?

And I had reached out to her and said,

can I please get an extended version of the police report?

And she says, well, I--

I can't legally release them to family.

- Because they said without a subpoena,

they wouldn't give us the extended report.

- And it was interesting, the lawyer said that

within ten minutes of our subpoena

being delivered to her, she turned the files over.

She wanted to turn them over, but she couldn't.

My goal is to put this to bed,

to get her death certificate changed to homicide.

- When Charlotte supposedly committed suicide,

the first thing my mother said when we found out was,

"He did it again.

He did it again."

That's the stupidest thing--

that's why my mother, Marilyn, said,

that he could have gotten a little more creative.

[Eric Darling's "Poor Ellen Smith"]

[soft folk music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Poor Ellen Smith ♪

♪ How was she found ♪

♪ Shot through the heart ♪

♪ Lying cold on the ground ♪

♪ Her body was mangled and all passed around ♪

♪ And blood marks the spot where poor Ellen was found ♪

♪ They picked up her body and carried it away ♪

♪ And now she is sleeping in some lonesome old grave ♪

♪ Poor Ellen Smith ♪

♪ How was she found? ♪

♪ Shot through the heart ♪

♪ Lying cold on the ground ♪

- I have to get this off my mind.

I have to tell somebody that-- what I know,

and that's why I am talking to you,

is, I need these things to come out

because they're eating me alive.

[suspenseful music]

I just wanna get this out before I die.

- I finally have the right equipment

with the right team.

- My specialty is in forensic anthropology.

- We're death investigators.

- I wanna recreate the crime scene

to see where do the shell casings go.

- They're not lying. I'm not lying.

- That's an alert. [dog snarls]

- I came up here today to defend my family

against your fat little mouth.

- Do you think I like trying to prove

that my dad's a criminal and a m*rder?

- What you've been looking for

is sitting right behind you under the ground.

[Eric Darling's "Poor Ellen Smith"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Poor Ellen Smith

♪ How was she found ♪

♪ Shot through the heart ♪

♪ Lying cold on the ground ♪

♪ Her body was mangled and all passed around ♪

♪ And blood marks the spot where poor Ellen was found ♪

♪ They picked up her body and carried it away ♪

♪ And now she is sleeping in some lonesome old grave ♪

♪ Poor Ellen Smith

♪ How was she found?

♪ Shot through the heart ♪

♪ Lying cold on the ground ♪