03x16 - Leap of Faith

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03x16 - Leap of Faith

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[Horns honking]

[Honking continues] Provenza: And I'm asking this even though Patrice and I had a great Christmas together staying right here in L.A.

[Sighs] Gotta love this city.

No matter how many people leave for the holidays, traffic still blows.

Stop ducking my question.

I'm not ducking your question.

My situation with the captain is completely different than yours with Patrice.

So she's the captain again now, huh?

[Sirens wailing]

Okay, I'll answer your stupid question.

You don't stop dating someone because it's going well.

[Tires screech] And if Sharon and I were dating, which we're not...

Which you are, but... never mind.

I wouldn't worry about our future just because I disappointed some people in the past.

Except for some reason that no one...

Including myself... can understand, I always seem to hurt women's feelings.

[Sirens wailing]

So... why go on... [Tires screech]

[Horn honks] If there's only one way that it can end?

Hey, sounds like all hell is breaking loose out there.

You got that right.

I'll call you back. [Phone beeps]

[Chewing] Hold on... hey!

Flynn! Where are you?

[Line beeps]

[Siren whoops]

[Tires screeching]

[Sighs] Why go on?

[Brakes screech]

[Parking brake sets]

What do you got?

Guy ready to do a triple gainer with a twist, sir.

Right onto the freeway. Over there.

We're waiting on a crisis counselor.

[Horns honking] Woman on radio: 1056A reported on an overpass.

Officer assistance required for road closure.

110 southbound. [Honking continues]

How you doing, buddy?

Can we talk?

Can I talk to you? [Shivers]

I'm Andy Flynn. What's your name?

Leave me alone.

All right, but at least let me know who I'm talking to.

Bill.

My...

My name is Bill.

Just... would you give me a moment, please?

Okay, Bill, but you got to give me a moment, too.

You don't want to hurt anybody else, do you?

[Horns honking] Easy, easy, Bill. Listen.

You jump, you're gonna cause a big accident down there, and innocent people are gonna die.

You don't want that, do you?

Wait.

You gotta know, it wasn't my fault.

[Exhales]

Oh, man, then I can help you.

Look, I've been where you are.

Wanting to call it quits.

But it's not the answer, buddy.

[Horn honks] Look, listen to me.

Life is temporary.

Dead is forever.

No, come on, you don't want that, do you?

Give me your hand. Bill!

Come on. Bill, take my hand, man.

Yeah, that's... that's it.

I got you. I got you.

Come on, that's right. Atta-way.

You got it. Yeah, that's it.

Hey. Hey, good man.

Way to go.

[Exhales sharply]

Oh, whoa, whoa. Okay.

Come on, have a seat. That's...

Good job.

That was step one.

Now let's figure out step two, okay?

What's your last name, Bill?

George.

You have any I.D. on you?

I left my wallet in the truck.

[Police radio chatter]

Tao: William Scott George, age 31, registered sex offender.

Served two years and two months in Delano State Prison for unlawful sex with a minor.

Provenza: Yeah, now he's graduated to m*rder.

In his prior, he slipped a 16-year-old a few drinks before taking her back to his place.

Yeah. Picked a charming lad to save, Father Flynn.

What was I supposed to do, push him?

Well, not into traffic. All right. Who's the victim?

Suicidal dirtbag says he doesn't know.

No I.D. in her pajamas.

God. Pajamas.

Rigor's just barely setting in.

I'd say three or four hours.

Time of death somewhere between 4:45 and 5:45 A.M.

No visible bruising or wounds.

Nothing defensive.

Left wrist has some ligature markings.

Like she was bound?

Not sure.

Nothing on the right wrist.

Visually? Hard to give the girl's cause of death.

So he was trying to k*ll himself because she d*ed of natural causes?

Hey. I call 'em as I see 'em.

Buzz. Hey, check this out.

Our guy likes to party a little.

Our molester travels prepared.

Gross.

Before Sanchez brought Bill's truck to the print shed, we found this parking pass stuffed under the driver's seat dated yesterday, but no address.

Maybe he has another place.

As a sex offender, he's required to register every residence with the State.

Shocking that he didn't follow the rules.

My two cents... He was willing to die rather than I.D. the victim, because...

He knows her family.

Or he just happened to grab some girl wandering through his neighborhood dressed in her pajamas.

Sharon: Seems unlikely.

To even think about a deal in this situation, Mr. George needs to tell us what happened.

Flynn: Bill, I promised that I would help you, and I'm doing that.

But you have to help me and Sharon out a little, too, okay?

So look. Now that you've had some time to think...

I don't know the girl.

I told you I don't know her.

Bill, I've been doing this a long time, and I'm aware that things aren't always what they seem.

We don't even have a cause of death on this young lady yet.

It could be that she passed away from natural causes during a sleepover.

I could see why that would make you nervous.

This is why I wanted to jump.

It doesn't matter what the hell I tell you.

You are never gonna believe me.

You're wrong about that, Bill.

I want to believe you, and Andy does, too.

I did not know this girl!

I did not know her!

Okay, okay!

Just tell us how she came to be in the back of your truck, and we'll go from there.

I work the graveyard shift at the paper.

It's one of my jobs.

And on mondays when "L.A. Sexy's" run is ready, I deliver it to all the boxes from 3:00 A.M. to 6:30.

And then, this morning, when I got home...

There she was, on the bed like that.

I'll verify his employment in the p*rn industry.

Yeah, and see where Sykes is with the warrant for his house.

He seems determined to be unhelpful.

You come home to find a strange girl dead in your bed, and you don't think to call us?

I lost it. Okay?

I-it's tough living where I do.

People have started throwing rocks through my windows, egging my truck.

I am an ex-con and a sex offender.

That's not a cop-friendly bio.

Right. So you carried the girl's body out of your house, and you placed her in the back of your pickup.

Where were you taking her?

I don't know. I couldn't figure that out.

And so you decided to k*ll yourself over a girl you never met?

I did... I didn't know her.

I didn't know the girl.

[Exhales]

Why don't we send you back to your house with Andy, and you can walk him through what happened, and we'll try and document it.

Yeah. You think you can do that with me, Bill?

[Sirens wailing]

[Police radio chatter, sirens continue]

[Speaking inaudibly]

Hey, isn't that Robby Oderno from missing persons?

What's he doing here?

Yeah, and who's he talking to?

Hey, Bill, have you ever seen those people before?

No, I-I don't know them.

Flynn, Flynn, come on.

All right, you sit tight.

Provenza: Hey, Oderno!

Oderno!

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

What's the deal?

What... are you looking for somebody?

Yeah, Mr. and Mrs. O'Hara's 16-year-old daughter Annie disappeared from home last night.

A little early for missing persons to be involved.

She's autistic and given to wandering.

She wears a G.P.S. bracelet, which according to the mother's iPad, is pinging from in there.

Yeah, that's okay, Robby. We found her.

Uh, we also have a warrant for the house.

Oh, God.

Excuse me. Look, I'm sorry, but my daughter is in there.

Now either you're gonna have to do something about it, or we will.

You can't just wait outside this guy's place.

Well, how do you know who lives here?

[Camera beeps]

Well, everybody in the neighborhood knows the guy's a registered sex offender.

Can't you guys just break down the door?

Oh, my God.

Do you have a picture of your daughter we can see, ma'am?

Yeah. Yeah.

Uh, her name is, uh, Annie. There you go.

Do you mind if, uh, we keep this for a bit?

Oh, that's fine.

Mr. and Mrs. O'Hara, come with me, please.

Come on.

[Keys rattle] Sweep and clear, and I will take care of the parents.

Could you record this, please?

Yes, sir.

Tao: Buzz... [Continues indistinctly]

Wait. How did... how did you have the keys to his house?

Well, just stay calm, ma'am.

He has the keys to his house!

No, that's all right.

Jen.

It's okay.

That's him.

What?

That's the guy in the back seat right there!

Hey, you bastard! Hey!

What did you do to her?! [Clamoring]

You sick bastard!

What did you do to my daughter? Where is she?

Hey! You need to be calm, please!

Calm down, please! [Screams]

If you hurt my baby, I will k*ll you!

k*ll you!

All right.

I'm fine! I'm fine. I'm fine.

Oh! What are you doing here?

I locked my keys in my car. [Laughs]

[Laughs] Okay. I'll get you mine.

Thank you.

How'd it go with Emma?

Is there something new about the Phillip Stroh case?

Uh, yeah. He... He fired his attorney, and... and now he's going, um...

Pro-per.

Does that mean representing himself?

Yes.

That's it then.

Yes, he's going pro-per, and he's trying to give up information on people he's defended... Stroh is... so that Emma will take the death penalty off the table and there won't be a trial.

But everything he wants to tell her, Stroh has to run by a, uh...

Special master.

Yeah. Yeah, to see what's privileged and what isn't.

Anyway, if he ends up giving information to Emma that she wants, I'm done.

Mm.

What?

Um, I'm glad about the deal.

And I was just wondering why Emma didn't talk to me about it... too.

Well, maybe because she's irritated I'm still living with you.

I mean, I'm pretty sure instead of Santa Monica, she wanted me to go to college in, like, New Zealand or something like that.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, uh, but since I am here, she wants me to write an impact statement.

Ah. An impact statement.

[Knock on door] Yes? Come in.

Oh...

Oh, excuse me.

Oh, my God, it's like you have radar or something.

Don't worry, I'm not here for you.

I'll see you Thursday like always.

Your mother said there was something she wanted me to see from a suspect's house.

Yes. These.

Red paper hearts.

They're all handmade.

We found about 20 of them on our suspect's refrigerator, each with a little message, like this one...

"Have a great day. XOXO." Written in crayon.

You know, maybe he had Annie thinking that she loved him.

Given our victim's autism, our question is this...

Could she have made and written these cards by herself?

Autism exists on a broad spectrum.

Some kids are almost fully functional.

Some are... unreachable.

Annie's file says she was wearing a G.P.S. alert bracelet with a Q.R. code containing her medical history.

Right here, doc. Let's see.

Contact info for her family.

Records of pediatrician visits.

A note about ways to calm her if she's agitated.

It recommends prone restraint to hold her and soft whispers to calm her.

All fairly typical. Well.

I'm not sure if she wrote on these cards, but she didn't make them.

You wouldn't hand this girl sharp objects like scissors.

But since she was a wanderer, maybe your suspect had seen her out before.

Or she was leaving to meet him.

You found the bracelet broken?

And tossed underneath the suspect's bed.

She could have reacted to some stress in her environment, and your guy might not have known how to calm her.

Were there any other signs of a struggle?

No. No blood. Nothing was broken.

The bed was made.

Cleanest house I've ever seen, almost like no one lived here.

Or like he tried to straighten up really good after.

No forced entry. Not even one window unlocked.

If somebody dropped her body there like Mr. George says, how'd they get in?

Then like I said, maybe she was wandering his way at night.

And this morning is the first her family knew about it.

It could be.

Listening to you interview the parents might give me a better idea of how Annie lived.

Thank you for volunteering that, Joe.

Glad to do it.

Amy and Julio, try to get as much information as possible from Mr. and Mrs. O'Hara before you tell them the bad news.

Yeah. Okay.

Sharon: Thank you.

When was the last time you saw Annie?

Uh, it was 8:00, 8:30, somewhere around there. Yeah.

[Sighs] Bedtimes are the one thing that's been easier lately.

Actually, you know, I did pop my head in.

It was around, uh, 10:00.

She was already asleep.

I mean, I should have locked her in.

I just... she was... She was so sound asleep.

Sometimes when she gets up in the morning, if her door isn't open, she panics.

Were there any activities or social circumstances where Annie was out of your supervision during the day?

[Both scoff] No.

No, no, it's a 24/7 situation.

We're big believers in constant interaction.

There's a lot of evidence to support that approach.

Sounds like they were doing the right things.

Ray always said I couldn't do it.

It was too much to handle.

Yeah.

Honey, don't get upset about Ray again.

Ray, ma'am? Who's Ray?

[Sighs] Jen's first husband, Ray Sutton.

He was not an ideal parent, period.

Let's run Ray Sutton and see what turns up.

Because when Bill gets an attorney, he will check on Mr. Sutton if we don't.

[Typing] But to his credit, he knew it.

He never ducked out on child support, even though


I told him it wasn't necessary.

Screw his money.

Ray wanted perfect kids.

Perfect kids are hard to come by.

Well, has she run off before?

You know, maybe it's because she's a teenager, but... [sighs] yeah.

I mean, lately if you leave the door open or you turn your back for a second, she's...

We did.

We put more locks on the door.

She run off at night, too?

Um...

Yeah, it's a fairly new problem, yeah.

Um, last week I was on the phone, and...

The sliding glass door to the patio, um, was open behind me, and...

I mean, she was five blocks away before I found her.

[Sniffles] She was, uh...

She was at the park.

She loves the swings. [Sniffles]

I mean, she'd swing all day if she could.

[Gasps]

It's okay. [Sighs]

Does Annie know how to read and write?

At about a second grade level, yeah. Why?

Could she have made these?

[Exhales]

Um... [chuckles nervously]

Where... where are these from?

Front of Mr. George's refrigerator.

Uh... Yeah, A-Annie, um...

She... she can't make this.

Are you telling me my daughter did what?

She made valentines for that bastard?

Look, she's not...

She's not in a relationship with anybody.

[Cell phone vibrates] She doesn't know him.

Yes?

Okay? She doesn't know him.

Okay.
Where is she?

Dr. Morales is ready for you, captain.

Where's my daughter?

Did he r*pe her? Did he...


Let's call and arrange for an attorney for Mr. George.

Where... where did he take my little girl? Is she...

[Sobs]

We found your daughter.

We know where she is, ma'am, yes.

Morales: My apologies on the delay.

We're backed up with the post-Christmas blues.

Flynn: Yeah, well, I took one jumper off your table this morning.

Every little bit helps.

So, your teenage girl.

Annie.

Hmm?

Her name is Annie.

Annie. Right.

Uh, cause of death is positional asphyxiation.

Meaning someone applied too much pressure to her torso.

Actually, kept the lungs from being able to expand and contract.

By sitting on her, lying on her, what?

Possibly. However it happened, she wasn't able to breathe, and if that goes on long enough, you die.

Could this have occurred during a sexual as*ault?

Your victim was a virgin.

But she could have d*ed before the suspect had a chance to do anything.

She starts screaming, he tries to shut her up.

It's a terrible story I keep hoping to not have to repeat.

This rules out a longer sexual relationship.

Unless he was grooming her for it.

Hmm.

I mean, he's no idiot, Bill.

And he's hiding stuff.

Feels like maybe worse stuff.

Anything else, doc?

Hmm? Oh. Yeah.

I found multi-colored fibers in her mouth from some kind of rainbow fabric.

I could send them to the lab to determine what they are.

Have a look.

Did you see anything like this at Bill's house?

No. Like Buzz said, the guy's place was pristine.

Hmm.

I think we need to locate where he uses that parking pass.

Maybe we'll find a blanket or pillow there.

Or maybe we'll find another girl who makes him hearts with hugs and kisses. homework before the semester starts?

Oh, uh, no. This is my impact statement.

I want to be sure to say, like, I'm still willing to testify, because I want Stroh gone one way or the other.

But I want the judge to know that I'm not the same kid who was in the park anymore.

And not having to talk about that would be... great.

It would be, yes.

What?

Two things.

You were never the person in the park.

You were there because of circumstances, not because of who you are.

Yeah. I think that's mostly true.

It is entirely true.

Well, it doesn't feel entirely true.

Rusty, you were beneath the age of consent, and that makes what happened to you criminal.

You got to remember that.

And the other thing is that Emma jumped the g*n here, and I wish that she hadn't told you that she was gonna try and make a deal with Stroh, because...

She's not?

Well, I don't know. It's possible.

All right, the thing is, um, Stroh...

As a lawyer who used to represent sex offenders, Stroh may have protected several criminals that he will trade for leniency.

He would do that?

Highly organized K*llers like Stroh, they often plan way ahead.

Why does he still have privilege? Stroh?

Certain communications, like between you and Dr. Joe, for example, or a lawyer and a client, can't be given to the police or a D.A.

Unless they involve future crimes.

So the special master is...

The special master decides what Stroh can reveal, if anything, from his past.

Come by work this afternoon.

Andrea's gonna be there.

She will explain everything.

[Elevator bell dings]

Oh! I... I take it there's news.

We've had a hit on our suspect's truck, sir.

Two months ago Bill had an accident outside the gates of Fairfax Heights.

Oh. Probably the largest apartment complex in America.

Uh, that's the one. Security e-mailed a copy of the parking passes they use.

It's a match to the one we found in the suspect's truck.

So this goes to Bill's crash pad?

No. It's a visitor pass, and there's no apartment in his name. But...

I talked them into signing consent forms for their security footage from two nights ago.

Okay, we have him, sir. We have him.

Bill enters Tower 14 at 8:11 P.M.

He goes up to the third floor.

And wait until you see who he was going to visit, sir.

Meet Kayla, daughter of Bill's current girlfriend.

Where is her mother?

She's on her way here.

All right, get the captain. And Dr. Joe.

It's his job to ask her the disgusting questions.

And I'm thinking, Flynn, that they're going to want those paper hearts, too.

Yeah.

My daughter makes these all the time.

She just loves Bill.

Well, he treats her like a princess.

The night before last, Bill was at your apartment?

Yeah, like he is most nights.

He goes to work around 11:30.

Wh-why are you asking about Bill? Is he okay?

I-I called, but I haven't heard from him since he left.

How do you know Bill?

We met at his day job.

He works at the car wash near my office.

[Chuckles] And we just hit it off.

Even after he knew I was a single mom, which is usually when guys suddenly remember they have something else to do.

Bill was never bothered by Kayla at all.

Uh-huh. And how is their relationship... Kayla and Bill?

Fine. Great. Why are you asking that?

Ms. Kemp, are you aware Mr. George is a registered sex offender and served two years for unlawful sex with a minor?

What, are you kidding me?

And you're asking me about Kayla?

You think he did something to her?

Ms. Kemp, we're only covering our bases here.

With your consent, we'd like to search your apartment just to make sure everything is okay, and have Kayla talk to a specialist to assess the situation.

Oh, my God.

Did he...

Let's not jump the g*n. No. First...

First... first, let's talk to Kayla.

Let's hear what she has to say.

All right?

[Gasps] Oh, my God.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Bill's awesome.

He leaves early, so I hide them in his truck.

The hearts.

Mom says a kind word from a friend can get you through a rough day.

And Bill's a friend?

Oh, yeah. He's the best.

He takes me to Dodgers games, the movies.

And sometimes we just kick back.

Is your mom with you when you're kicking back?

It depends on work schedules.

Kayla, can I ask you, um...

While you're kicking back with him on your own, has Bill ever asked you to keep a secret from your mom?

If it's called a secret, I can't tell you.

Well... but...

It's my job to hold on to secrets and not tell anyone.

Mom can't know.

Promise not to tell.

I do.


I almost don't want to know the answer.

Oh, my gosh, I can't believe I'm going to say this out loud.

Okay.

Bill wants to ask mom to marry him.

And he wanted to make sure I was cool with it first.

How about that, huh?

Would you like that?


If your mom and Bill got married?

Oh, yeah.

My mom deserves a decent guy.

And I wouldn't let anyone take Bill away from her.

No one gets Bill but us.

She seems unaffected.

Uh-huh.

After everything she's been through...

So why didn't Bill mention her?

My mom needs this.

Or her mother?

Because he had plans, that's why.

They obviously didn't know anything about his past.

Has the suspect's public defender come in yet?

She's in there with him now.

Let's inform her that Bill has nothing left to hide.

He'll either make a deal, or he won't.

[Door closes]

Tori Kemp wants to know why you haven't been returning her calls.

I'm sorry. Just catching up here.

Who is Tori Kemp? Your client, Jane, has a secret girlfriend with a 13-year-old daughter.

I've been chatting with Kayla, too, and here's what bothers me about all this, Bill.

You never told me about Ms. Kemp and her daughter, and you never told them about your life in prison.

You've been keeping a lot of secrets from a lot of different people.

Tori and Kayla...

They were why I was on that bridge, Andy.

What, you... you dragged them into this?

You said you wanted to help me.

How... how is that helping anything?

You know, Bill, Andy here likes you.

Me? Well... I'm a little more suspicious.

And in my travels through depraved parts of the criminal world,


I've heard the theory floated that sexual predators try to get close with single moms, and to get even closer to their kids.

[Exhales] Why did you tell them about me?

Why did you tell them? Why?

Did you think that was necessary?

You lied to me. The whole time, you lied.

Look, Bill, they're just trying to push your buttons.

You lied. You lied.

If they had any evidence you'd done anything with Kayla, you'd already be under arrest.

My client was under the impression you were trying to verify his story.

Well, that didn't work out, Jane, so we're going to do this instead.

If your client would like to tell us the details of how he m*rder*d Annie and attempted to dispose of her body, then we'll bring a D.A. in here with a deal for life in prison.

Or he can drag the people he pretends to love through an expensive and pointless trial.

Mr. George, I advise you to take your time.

Why? Why?

'Cause these...

Why, why? Everybody knows, so why wait, okay?

You have a pen, Andy?

Not before a D.A. gets here with an offer!

Mr. George, you will not take that pen.

I revoke my right to counsel.

Shut up!

Just start at the beginning.

[Grunting]

[Gasping]

[Continues grunting]

Oh, my God!

Let go! Bill! Bill, let go!

[Screaming, sobbing]

Why did you tell them? [Shouts indistinctly]

[Grunting, screaming]

[Handcuffs clicking] [Sobbing]

That, um, that Kayla girl...

Sh-she okay?

She didn't present as someone who'd been molested, if that's what you mean.

And, uh, her hopes for her mom seemed genuine.

Well, Ms. Kemp might have loved the guy, but she was definitely getting a pig in a poke, as we used to say.

You know, it's... it's interesting how Bill George could turn his life around enough so that he could have an adult relationship to begin with.

Uh, I don't know.

He's older. People's attractions change with negative reinforcement.

Though that's hard to do.

Tell me about it. [Chuckles]

I myself...

Ah, well... [clears throat] I myself find I'm seeing... and, uh...

I'm definitely having second thoughts about it all...

Seeing someone who is so very much different from anyone I've ever dated in my adult life.

Oh. How different?

Huge?

In, uh, what way?

Well, um, she's...

It's... she's very close to my own age.

I mean, I don't go out with women over 40.

Well... [Rustles pages]

Why don't you just drop her?

What?

Stop seeing her if she's not what you want.

Well...

Who said she's not what I want?

Oh, I thought you did.

I most certainly did not.

And here's something else I'll tell you.

In a relationship, doctor, it's not always about what you want.

Sometimes it's about what the other person wants.

Well, if you say so, lieutenant.

Excuse me. Would you see this report gets filed with your captain?

Thank you.

Psychologists.

What took you so long?

Did you serve the warrants?

Well, what'd you find?

The clasp from the broken bracelet.

And the blanket that Annie's face was pressed into while someone sat on her ribs.

And you found this in Tori Kemp's apartment?

No.

Worse than that.

What could be worse than that?

In Annie's bedroom.

Annie was k*lled in her own house.

Her bracelet broke in the struggle.

Any sign of forced entry?

None.

But the fibers in the blanket are a definitive match to the ones found in Annie's mouth.

She's lying face down, prone, gasping for air on her own bed.

What do we have on Annie's parents?

I looked on their browser history.

There's a ton of visits to the Megan's Law Database.

And over a dozen times last month, someone searched Bill George's page.

And that background check we did on Annie's natural father, Ray Sutton?

No priors, no arrests, and he lives in Colorado.

And he says he doesn't have keys to the house.

Well, someone does, though, if Annie d*ed in her own room.

Or someone has keys to Bill George's house, because neither showed signs of forced entry.

You said Bill's house was pristine.

Bill said his windows have been broken... several times.

So he had to have them fixed several times.

Provenza: Wait, whoa, whoa.

If you're suggesting that we talk to this nut job again, I'm chaining him to the floor.

Bill, your doors had dead bolts on them.

Nobody popped them.

Your windows, all locked.

No one had access to your house except you.

So who else could have entered?

He doesn't know. Why don't you ask one of the neighbors?

Apparently they watch his house like guard dogs.

How are you so sure one of them didn't k*ll the girl just to frame my client?

Flynn: Why?


Now it's the neighbors setting him up?

That's a new legal theory.

Because, "hi, I'm your new neighbor, and I'm a registered sex offender, nice to meet you."

Bill, you said your windows were broken.

Several times, yes.

I would walk in to find a rock lying on the floor...

Bill.

And shards of glass everywhere.

Did you pay someone to fix your windows, or did you do it yourself?

Of course I didn't fix them.

I called a repair guy.

Do you have his contact info?


There's a receipt in my kitchen.

I save everything. A guy in prison told me that.

Keep records, receipts, check stubs, tickets, whatever, just in case.

I even saved the rocks.

You... you want them, too?

Bill, you work two jobs.

One of them's all day long.

How did this repairman
get in to fix your window?

With a spare key that I leave out over the front door.

You think somebody set him up to get into his house?

Ask him. He'll tell you.

Annie's parents were at Bill's even before we got there.

Following a G.P.S. signal on a bracelet.

Which led them directly to someone they'd looked up online a hundred times.

Sir.

Maybe we should brief Mr. and Mrs. O'Hara on our progress.

Ah.

And let's get Hobbs in here.

I think we're ready.

You said that you have new information.

Um, yes, we now believe that Annie was k*lled in her bedroom.

What? I'm sorry, what...

What... are you saying this man...

No. No, no, that doesn't...

That doesn't make any sense.

Broke into our house and hurt our little girl while we slept in the next room?

Her bracelet was found in his house.

We have an eyewitness, a neighbor who saw someone carry a body into Bill's place that night...

Using this spare key.

It was left on the ledge above the front door.

A very smart person could have watched how the window repairman entered Mr. George's house while he was away.

Taking this key from above the front door.

And that's what our witness says he saw happen.

He also says that he can identify the person who did it.

I wish we actually had an eyewitness.

We do. If they think we do.

Who... who did this witness see?

Well, the physical description sounds
very much like your husband.

What, like Chris?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, are you joking?

We... Chris was with me.

Well, it's probably just a coincidence, but because the description is so close, we'd like to ask you, Mr. O'Hara, to participate in a line-up.

Moment of truth, buddy.

If he walks out, we're screwed.

Right now?

If it's no trouble.

Yeah. Everyone is waiting.

W...

What's the big deal? Just go.

[Whispers] Chris.

[Normal voice] Chris, why aren't you going?

[Sniffles]

[Sniffles]

Oh, my God, what did you do?

[Gasps] Oh! What did you do?

[Sobs] Look at me!

Oh, my... what... what did you do?!

What did you do to Annie? Oh, my...

What did you do? Damn it! [Sobbing]

What did you do?! What did you do?!

Chris! She loved you!

Oh, my God! Chris!

[Sobbing]

Sanchez: You have 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 an attorney.

If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed for you.

Do not get up without asking me!

Julio.

I'm just setting the ground rules, ma'am.

I'm not some helpless little girl, okay?

[Breathes unevenly]

Is there anything you'd like to tell us, Mr. O'Hara?

It was an accident.

It was an accident?

Annie was having a fit.

A really bad one. She was out of control, and I tried calming her down, but...

I used the soft prone restraint hold that they teach us, but... but she just got so aggressive, and...

I-I don't know what happened.

I mean, all of a sudden she wasn't breathing, and...

It was an accident.

Then you accidentally moved her body to your friendly neighborhood sexual predator's house.

I didn't know what to do.

Sanchez: But you did know what to do.

You wanted it to look like


Mr. George committed this m*rder.

I improvised that in the moment.

No, you did not improvise!

You tossed several rocks through Mr. George's windows!

Believe what you want.

So he would have to call a repairman!

I did not throw rocks through George's window!

And you could see how to gain entry into his house!

Mr. O'Hara, did you wear gloves when you threw the rocks through the window?

Because Mr. George saved the rocks, and we're having them printed right now.

That's true. Guy holds on to everything.

If you don't want to tell us what happened, maybe you would prefer a jury to listen to how you crushed the ribs of a special needs child and then stuffed a blanket in her mouth.

She was not a special needs child!

She was a "no one else can ever need anything because it's all about her" kind of child.

The only life that Annie ever had was the life she took from us!

And she was never gonna get better, but Jen, no, she couldn't see that!

"Oh, I can't... I can't leave my little girl in a prison," so now you want to throw me in prison?

Where do you think I've been living anyway?

Annie wasn't the one who was locked in!

[Slaps table] I was!

God.

[Exhales]

[Sniffles] You have no idea how tired I am.

Oh... [sighs]

That should put you over the top.

Flynn: Yeah. Maybe Bill George can stop trying to k*ll himself now.

Go ahead.

I'll say this.

It takes a special person to see to the special needs of a complicated kid.

Excuse me.

Sharon: Write it all down.

Hobbs: Hey.

I'll see what we can do. [Door closes]

Impact statements come from victims.

I'm not a victim.

[Sighs]

Stroh tried to k*ll you.

He hit you in the head with a shovel.

He pushed you into a canyon.

He sliced your leg open with a Kn*fe.

And that's all attempted m*rder.

Right. Right.

I see.

And you're saying that Emma wants me to write about Stroh because...

She doesn't want the deal to go forward.

No matter what information comes through the special master, Emma still thinks Stroh should go to trial for m*rder in the first with special circumstances attached.

Did she ever actually tell you otherwise?

No. Um... [Breathes sharply]

I feel like such an idiot.

Uh... Mh-mnh.

Lawyers are so...

I'm sorry, I just, like...

No.

Emma should have been clearer with you about her intentions.

I'll talk to her about that.

But... deal or no deal, sometime in the next two weeks, this Phillip Stroh business is coming to a head now.

Just so you know.

Thank you, Andrea.

Um, yeah, thank you. Thank you, Andrea.

I do appreciate the truth.

I do.

[Door closes]

So what do you think?

I mean, sh-should I write the impact statement or not?

It's a choice between putting someone in an institution for life, or putting them to death because they are in some way a danger, and lack the mental capacity for change.

It's an awful thing to have to consider.

But you've been given a voice here, if not the last word.

If it were up to Rusty Beck, what would happen to someone like Phillip Stroh?
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