01x01 - Hollywood

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01x01 - Hollywood

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Chelsea,
over here.

Chelsea, come on.
Over here.

Chelsea Sennett,

America's sweetheart.
Hi.

Don't you look
all bright and shiny.

Thanks, Nicky bear.

Take Chelsea and her
mom to table 12.

Kick out whoever's
sitting there.

Hey there, buddy.
Where's your client?

Chasing tail.

My man, Colin,
the next Brad Pitt.

You let me know
if you need anything.

Yeah.

Chelsea.

Colin.

Colin?

Let's go!

Morning.

Tell Casey I'm sorry.
It sounded like I woke the baby.

He's cutting his first tooth.
Nobody sleeps.

That's a lot
of blood.

It's Miranda Clark's.
She's in the hospital.

Multiple cuts and bruises,
concussion, possible skull fracture.

She have profile?

Her boyfriend does.
Colin Blakely, The New Shadow.

A year ago, he's bussing tables,
now he gets 3 mil a picture.

So it fits the pattern
of the other eight.

Victim's high profile, young Hollywood,
no forced entry, no prints.

Hmm. Where was
Mr. Blakely?

Clubbing. Got home
at dawn and found her.

They must have known he was out and
got surprised by the girlfriend.

That's a big escalation.

Where's The Shadow now?

Kaiser. He insisted on
riding in the ambulance.

It happened before I got here.

What'd they get?

3 grand in cash,
and take a look.

I see eight Rolex boxes.

The guy's got two arms
and eight Rolexes?

Two arms, eight Rolexes
and one safe he didn't use.

Genius.

Actor.

I remember
running to the door

and falling
on the ground.

And thinking,

"Why isn't Colin here?

"He should be here."

Do you know
where he was?

It's not like I know her name.

Got a friend
you can stay with?

No.

I'm just the girlfriend
from back home.

So I left The Edison
with a buddy around 1:00.

And I just passed out
back at his place.

His name?

What does that matter?

So I can confirm
your whereabouts.

Hey, come on, man, you can't
actually think that I would...

That's why I
need his name.

Look...

I love Miranda.

All right.
Give me her name.

She's in the business.
I... It wouldn't feel right

to give you her name until my
people talk to her people.

You do know I can ask anyone
of a dozen photographers

who you left
The Edison with.

I didn't...
I didn't cheat on Miranda.

Colin cheated on Miranda
with Chelsea Sennett.

They did E at the club, then
some coke back at her place.

My daughter loves her in those
two dance school movies.

Those were Disney movies.
She was just a kid.

And how old
is she now?

Old. Twenty.

Exactly.

Is there a point you're
making that I'm missing?

Look, 99%
of 12-year-old girls

would k*ll to be
the illegal-drinking,

E-popping, club-crawling
Chelsea Sennett.

Ain't America grand?

Not if you have a
12-year-old daughter.

How late
was Colin here?

About 5:00.
We were just having fun.

He never even mentioned
his girlfriend.

What about this boy?
You ever seen him?

The victim helped us with
this sketch of her assailant.

I don't know. He looks like he
could be 100 different people.

Miss Sennett,
can I have a word?

You ever go to Throb?
Or Cushion?

Sure.
What about way back

when Cushion
was called Class A?

No, but I hear it kicked. Mmm.

Legend's always better
than the truth.

My partner and I are after a group of
burglars working the club circuit.

They target people like you and Colin
'cause you're young and famous

and it's easy to track
when you stay out late.

Up till last night, they
only hit empty houses.

But when they stumbled
across Colin's girlfriend,

they b*at her
unconscious.

Now you're just
trying to scare me.

Can you help me out?

Take another look
at this sketch for me.

You should ask my friend, Vicki.
She had some stuff taken a few months ago.

I never reported it, but they took a
bracelet, three rings and my GFGD shirt.

Thank you.
Is that a band?

Fashion. It's one of a kind.
A gift from a designer.

Vagabond chic.

Retail, how much
is that worth?

2000, maybe.

So when exactly
were the items stolen?

March 9th. It was
Chelsea's birthday.

We got kicked
out of Mondrian.

Then she threw a drink
at her ex at Avalon,

the ridiculous one
with the reality show, K.K.

When I got home, I was packing for
London to go visit my parents

when I realized
the shirt was gone.

Why didn't you
report it then?

Well, I was
going to London.

Do you realize there's probably
a dozen more Vickis out there

who don't even know
they've been ripped off?

Burglary's still burglary
and Miranda's not Vicki.

So how do you fence a $2000,
one-of-a-kind T-shirt?

First you got to find
somebody willing to wear it.

But if you do, they're gonna want to
wear it where they can be noticed.

I'm thinking this T-shirt
needs its own Facebook page.

Yes.
Have you seen me?

You guys are harassing me
because of Facebook?

That T-shirt
has 3400 friends

and six people posted pictures
of you wearing it tonight.

Apparently it's
one of a kind.

From like a three-year-old
collection.

I got it from this Asian girl,
Kai, I'd seen around the clubs.

She was at that place on Sunset
Plaza next to Chin Chin.

She had these shopping
bags full of clothes.

I just really wanted it.

Chelsea-Colin photos
have hit the Web.

"Robbery Love Triangle."

I ran DMV for Asian girls named Kai
in the right age and weight range.

Our girl in the stolen
T-shirt picked this one.

Kai Ng.

Hmm.

Say our crew flagged Colin
and Chelsea at The Edison.

Stands to reason if Kai was one of the
burglars, she'd be at The Edison too.

Sounds like we should talk to
the guy that took that photo.

I sh**t HD video.
It's revolutionary.

I sell stills, video, I get
it all, I miss nothing.

There. There's your girl.

Nice-looking blonde.
Part of the g*ng?

Show him the sketch.

What about this guy?
You ever see him?

Sure. I know ten boys
look just like him.

Come with me to Mother
Lode, I'll find you 20.

What about this,

what if we gave you
a list of the other victims,

could you see if you have
footage of any of them

on the nights their
homes were robbed?

You would give me a first dibs
call on future break-ins?

Public loves to watch stars
suffer like regular people.

Tito's Burritos para todos.

So any joy?

Ah. These four windows.

I caught film of the victim on
the night they were broken into.

What about Kai Ng

or the blondie with her
at The Edison?

Here. The night
Vicki DeMille was robbed.

There's Vicki and Chelsea
and there's Kai.

I might have something.
February 10th footage.

Fast forward
to 12:02:16.

Chelsea Sennett?

Mmm-hmm.

All right.
Now March 5th, rewind to 04:42:03.

There's Chelsea again.

All four times, Chelsea was with the burglary
victim on the night they were robbed.

One, that's random,
two's coincidence.

Four? That's a pattern.

So what do
you say, Manto?

Eight.

Eight?
They're worth 120 retail.

Not anymore.
Story's all over TMZ, AH, CNN.

You hit the big time.

We should take off
for Palm Springs now.

It's just one more.

We need the money.
It's a no-brainer.

Run! Oh, God, no!

Okay, man,
let's see him.

Ma'am,

had you ever seen him
before last night?

No.

What happened
after you heard the sound?

I got the g*n from the
lock box in my closet.

Do you need
the lock box too?

We'll let you know.

I moved toward the sound thinking
that it couldn't be Chelsea

because Chelsea comes up
the stairs in a certain way.

I wasn't even
supposed to be home.

I saw the boy,
he turned towards me.

Things like this aren't supposed to
happen to people like Chelsea and me.

So how is Chelsea?

"My mom is so brave, the
way she defended our home.

"She is my role model
in all things.

"I am so proud
to be her daughter.

"I only hope that in the same situation, I
would have as much courage." Thank you.

Chelsea! Chelsea!
One more!

Turn around,
Chelsea. Chelsea!

Mom sh**t a burglar, daughter
holds a press conference.

I love LA.

Evening, Counselor.
Hey, you two got a minute?

I got a 314
awaiting a plea,

but Morales wants a copy of your
report on the Sennett house sh**ting.

With all the press, he
doesn't want to let it hang.

It's not as simple
as it looks.

The rest of the crew's
still out there,

and Chelsea Sennett's in too many right
places for it to be a coincidence.

Meaning what?

We think she's part
of the burglary crew.

Chelsea's mom just sh*t
one of the burglars.

Mom wasn't supposed
to be home.

Chelsea had a mess of jewelry
on loan for a magazine sh**t.

We think she set the crew up to steal it,
only mom got a migraine and got in the way.

But why would Chelsea Sennett get
involved with a bunch of criminals?

She's a movie star.

She's a neurotic star who's been
fired off her last two jobs.

She pours through money
like it's water.

On top of which, she's single-handedly
supporting two agents,

three publicists
and her mother.

All right. I'll tell Morales to stall the
press while you take a hard look at Chelsea.

Be quick about it.

Thank you.

We should talk to Chelsea's ex,
the one she threw a drink at.

Kid with the reality show.

I can't believe
you'd say that.

Yo, man, the girl's
not that hot.

She's only getting on you
because she's a slut.

Cut.

You know, I can
do that better.

It's reality.
Rough edges are great.

K.K., you've got visitors.

I love Chelsea
and I always will.

Before we dated, nobody even knew my name.
Now I've got my own show

and all it took
was letting Perez Hilton

call me douche-tard
every day for six months.

So, you and Chelsea,
are you still close?

Yeah. I mean, it's not
like we're hanging out.

So is this about
the sh**ting?

We're just looking for some people you might
have crossed paths with around Chelsea.

Well, the girl's hot,
but I don't think so.

Really? We were told you're
the man who knows everyone.

Well, yeah, I mean,
I guess this guy could be

this one dude that
audited my acting class.

Who you take it with?

Jay Bickson, master class.
I'm working on my craft.

K.K., table's reset, buddy.

All right, flying in.
Listen, Chelsea really is the best.

I mean, if I had a
choice between all this

and getting back with her,
give it up in a second.

I think he said his name was Sam Miller.
Or Masterson.

I remember it changed between the
first and second time he audited.

It's on his headshot.

Warm up with
the A-B-A-B exercise.

How long did he
come to class here?

Four weeks. I never let anyone audit
for longer than that without paying.

Here we are. You know, he was
ridiculously proud of that photo,

like it was the photo that was
gonna make him a star.

Photographer for Sam's
headshot was Maria Olsen.

Seriously?

She sh**t like famous
people for magazines.

Sam dropped that acting class
before the thefts began,

so the headshot had to be taken
before he started stealing.

Yeah?

How'd a jobless kid pay for
a world-class photographer?

He paid cash.

I met him
at an after-party.

I never thought that he would
come up with the money.

He mention someone loaning it to him?
Girlfriend?

The only girl I met was the one
doing his make-up. A disaster.

This girl wouldn't
happen to be Asian?

No, uh, Tanya.

Greene, I think.

Oh, but her
friend was Asian.

Popped in and out of the
session a couple of times.

Yeah, that's them.

You have
a phone number? Email?

No, no. I'm afraid not.

You know, I would love
to take your picture

for this Avedon-inspired
thing I'm doing about LA.

No.
He means yes.

But it's the "no" that makes
me want to sh**t him.

You didn't
take this here?

No. On the roof
of the SLS Hotel.

All right.

Retirement
looks good on you.

Still working
night watch.

Just for better pay.

So, were you able to pull
hotel records for Sam Loomis?

I ran registration for Sam Loomis,
Sam Miller, Sam Masterson, no hits.

What about Chelsea Sennett
same time frame last fall?

You're kidding. Chelsea's been banned
from the hotel for like two years.

You sure?

Who do you think
banned her?

What about Chelsea's mom?
Maybe she registered under her name?

Mom's been banned
from the hotel too.

What did she do?
She and some boy toy

were dry humping
in the elevator.

Technically it's not against hotel rules,
but it tends to bother the other guests.

I'll be damned.

Sam Loomis.

Code of silence.

Who'd believe me if I told?

It's LA. Everyone.

Hey, you want to raise
it up a little bit?

From that angle, you're just
going to scare the kids.

Okay, we set?

Death is tragic
in any form.

And as with all
civilian-involved sh**t,

Los Angeles County District Attorney's
Office, in conjunction with LAPD,

will conduct a full and
comprehensive investigation

into the sh**ting
at the Sennett home.

Until that is complete, the
case continues to remain open.

Pam. Are you actually
considering charges?

No, we're not
considering anything.

Not at least until the
investigation is 100% complete.

Don't lose it.

Trudy Sennett was
sleeping with Sam Loomis.

Stealing with the daughter,
sleeping with the mom. Busy kid.

Trudy lied
about knowing Sam.

We think maybe she
was protecting Chelsea.

Or maybe she
was distraught.

Or maybe she couldn't see
him in the half-light.

Or maybe she didn't look
when you showed her the body.

Look, you know I want to prosecute
somebody for these burglaries,

so don't look at me like I
just stole your lunch money.

Sam's father's coming in from Houston.
We'll see what we can get.

Bring me some
good news, okay?

He wrote me every week,
sent me pictures.

They won't let me
bring Sam home.

They will when
the investigation's done.

If you'd like to see him,
we can arrange that.

When was the last
time you spoke?

He'd call home every week.

He was really
starting to make his way.

He sent home money
from a commercial he did.

I told him to keep it, but
that's the kind of kid he...

He was.

Mr. Loomis, we've checked.
Your son was never in a commercial.

He wasn't no thief.

I could have got Sam a
union job working a crane.

But...

He had this drive.

And I wanted him
to get what he wanted.

He ever talk to you about his friends?
Girlfriends?

No. What about where
he was staying?

The only address I ever had
was a PO box in Hollywood.

There was some friend he
stayed with in Palm Springs.

You remember
the friend's name?

Tanya.

Tanya Greene?

I think it was her
grandmother's place.

Looks like Palm Springs
was worth the drive.

We found them sucking on
Slurpees by grandma's pool.

I get the draw.

Easy entry, people
just leave stuff out.

Half of them won't even
know it's missing.

I don't know anything about
what you're talking about.

Trust me, you don't
want to be the strong one.

The strong one
always takes the weight.

How long
have they been at it?

They just started.

You can help yourself out or
you can take nine felonies,

including the attempted
m*rder of Miranda Clark.

I wanted to stop.

Sam was my friend.

How would he
know who to hit?

He'd just know.

Afterward, he'd take the stuff,
sell it to Nick Manto.

We all hated Nick Manto, but
he was the only fence we knew.

What about Chelsea
and Trudy Sennett?

It was Sam's idea.

He just magically knew where they
lived and decided to break in?

Sam figured out where a
lot of people lived.

Let's move up
the food chain.

Tell the detectives to get a search
warrant for Nick Manto's home,

his car and the club.

Watches taken from Colin Blakely's house.
Found in your desk.

Come on. Do we have to go through
the whole boring routine?

Mr. Corker, kindly inform your
client that according to the law,

those watches make
him an accomplice

in the attempted m*rder
of Miranda Clark,

which, along with the nine burgs,
means he's facing 25 plus.

Unless...

My client can give you the real
leader of the burglary crew,

but he wants
transactional immunity.

No chance.

Can I give him
a hypothetical?

Pure hypothetical.
No admission.

Wow me.

So imagine there's a woman
with money problems,

but she's got this boy on
the side nobody knows about

and a plan to have
him steal some jewelry

she's got on loan
from Harry Winston.

I tell her she's an idiot.
Harry's got investigators up the ass.

But I might know some other
people her boy can rip off.

Interested. Not wowed.

Your cops have
flagged nine jobs.

The real count's 25.

She'd tee up the boy, he'd
sell me the stuff for nothing.

I'd resell it,
cut her in for half.

But the trick was
she used her daughter

to keep the marks
away from home

while the boy and his
friends did their thing.

Her daughter?
Yeah.

Daughter wasn't in on it.

Mom would just send her out to
party with the right people.

You're selling us Trudy Sennett as
the leader of the burglary ring?

We're still hypothetical.

Trudy played Sam's ego.

She told him she'd
make him a star.

When he realized she was just using
him, he threatened to tell Chelsea.

Next thing I hear,
he's dead on her floor

with three b*ll*ts
in his chest.

Yeah, it's a nice story, but I can't
use it without corroborating evidence.

Check the TMZ tip line.

Mom!

Back inside, honey.

Mom! What are they doing?
Where are they taking you?

It's just a mistake.
It's all a mistake, all right?

The lawyers will
handle everything.

I said get back
in the house! Go!

Mom! Mom!

Mom!

Yeah. Yeah, I got a...
I got a blind item.

What starlet mom uses her
daughter not just for her money,

but to cover
her thieving ways?

Or something
like that. Yeah.

That recording was left by Sam
Loomis on the TMZ tip line

48 hours before your
client sh*t him to death.

That recording? That can be
parsed a dozen different ways.

Your client lied
to the police.

She was sleeping
with the victim.

The victim threatened to tell her daughter
that she was being used in a burglary ring.

And all those suppositions
depend on the word of Mr. Manto,

an admitted felon
who is the estranged

and disgruntled
spouse of Miss Sennett.

Nick Manto
is my husband.

We'll be asserting
spousal privilege.

We were in Vegas.
We were ripping high.

Did you ever live
as husband and wife?

No. I mean, we slept at each other's
houses, but not in a long time.

So you're still married?

We're separated.

You signed a legal
separation agreement?

We decided not to stay married.
She said she'll take care of it.

When was the last time
you had marital relations?

That depends. Are we talking
just sex or do hummers count?

Marital privilege
is a one-way privilege.

Nick Manto's choice to
testify against his wife.

Spousal communication
is a two-way privilege,

which means that my client
can prevent Mr. Manto

from revealing the intimate details
of their private conversations.

Yeah, unless they fall under
the crime-fraud exception.

Or does running a burglary
ring somehow not qualify?

Watch your sarcasm.

A privilege is just that, a privilege.
It can't be used to hide a conspiracy.

This round goes
to Mr. Morales.

If we call you,
you do have to testify.

You can't make me testify
against my mother.

Chelsea, please.

I never even met Sam.

We know, but she did
talk to you about Colin.

She said he was cute.

If that's all she said,
that's all you have to say

when we put you
on the stand.

I won't. I'll lie.

I'll say whatever I have to, to
make you guys look like idiots.

She doesn't mean that.
Yes, she does.

My mother gave up her life for me.
I am her life.

I know
this is difficult...

Forget it. You win.

You're caving?
Chelsea Sennett has probative value.

And if I have to
bully her to get it,

the jury's going to hate me and she's
just going to go for the water works.

Chelsea doesn't testify.

Go around the back. Go!

When we interviewed the defendant, she
claimed not to recognize the victim.

And what did you
subsequently discover?

That nine months earlier, she and the
victim were filmed by a security camera

making out
in a hotel elevator.

You're referring to
People's 37 through 42,

stills from
the video recording?

Yes.

In your vast experience, in the
aftermath of a violent crime,

the victim is often upset,
disoriented, in shock?

Sometimes.

Did Miss Sennett tell you she was
upset, disoriented, in shock?

She may have used
some of those words.

And when you brought her over
to look at the body,

how long did she actually look?
Three seconds?

Two seconds? Less?

She looked.

But you can't say
for how long?

She looked for
a deliberative b*at.

You just don't want
to say no, do you?

What would you do with all the stolen
goods you received from Mr. Loomis?

I'd resell them for 10
times what I paid Sam.

Give half to Trudy.
Hmm.

And what, if any, other benefit was
Sam supposed to get out of all this?

Trudy was supposed to turn
him into a movie star.

How?

Introducing him to agents,
casting directors,

maybe get him a part
in one of Chelsea's movies.

And how much of this
actually happened?

None of it.

Trudy just used him to steal
and strung him along.

Do you admit that you suggested the
initial targets to Sam and his crew?

Yeah.

In fact, the entire strategy of
burglarizing rich club kids was your idea,

you were the mastermind?

No. No. Trudy was the boss.

Everything worked off of
Trudy manipulating Chelsea.

Sam was physically unable
to steal without Chelsea?

No, just Chelsea would keep
the marks away from home.

And these marks, they never
went out on their own?

Sure. But...
In fact,

you made a point of targeting
people who went out all the time,

completely independent
of Chelsea.

Yeah.

You remain attracted
to Miss Sennett

even though she ended
your sexual relationship?

Look at her.

Must have caused you great pain
to see her with other men.

I'm not the jealous type.

You didn't react with anger when you
caught her making out with Sam Loomis

in the storeroom
of your club?

I may have
raised my voice.

You used
rough language.

I'm a rough guy.

You don't actually
like my client, do you?

Sure I do.

You resent her,

her sexual liberation, the fact
that she chose other men over you.

And out of that resentment, you
implicated her to the police

in a criminal conspiracy she had
absolutely nothing to do with.

That's not true.

If I hate your client so much,
how come I lent her 400 grand?

If we had such a lousy relationship, how
come she paid me back in three weeks?

Trudy had been dipping
into Chelsea's accounts.

She asked me to front her the 400,000 to
cover a hole so Chelsea wouldn't find out.

It was a few months
before the burglaries.

I remember because she
paid me back on Halloween.

Where'd she get
the replacement cash?

She's a resourceful lady.

I think
I got something.

Last October, three payments
into Trudy's personal account,

all different amounts, all within a
week, but they total up exactly to 400.

Same source?

Three different sources.

Have Winters and Jaruszalski
back trace the deposits.

The math's too convenient for
them not to come from one place.

Wait, what is that?

That's the appearance fee?

That's not enough. I can't do it for...
I gotta... I'll get back to you.

What are you
doing here?

You gave Trudy
Sennett $400,000.

You broke it up, you put it
through three separate S-corps,

but you gave
her the money.

Yeah, yeah, that was
a producing fee.

There has to be a project for there to
be fee and you didn't even meet Chelsea

till 10 days after you
paid off her mom.

We checked the dates.

Uh... That's not right.

Look, I get it.

You wanted the good life.
You had money, a pool, but the good life,

people knowing your name.

Like you're a kid with your
nose pressed against the glass.

You pretend like you don't
care, but really you just want

to be on the other
side of that glass.

I liked Chelsea.

She wouldn't
have liked you.

Not without her mom
prodding her.

Why'd you pay off
Trudy Sennett?

Because

she said she could get Chelsea
to date me for six months.

Hmm.

Did Chelsea know?

Of course not.
Trudy keeps her in a bubble.

Anything bad is just
other people hating.

Let's call Morales.

I thought Sam
was talented,

but there was only so
much I could do to help.

You could have forced him into
a part in one of Chelsea's movies.

Chelsea's career
is her own.

I would never interfere
in that kind of way.

I never knew Sam was
part of any theft ring.

I didn't even realize
he was the boy I'd sh*t

until after
the detectives left.

What did you do then?

I wanted to talk
to my lawyer.

I was worried about the
consequences for Chelsea.

I'm just
glad she wasn't home.

After what happened
to Miranda Clark,

God knows what they might
have done to Chelsea.

Nothing further.

How old was Chelsea when you
took her to her first audition?

Two and a half.

Did she ask to go or was
that really more your idea?

I want to object
on relevance.

Sustained.

You ever take Sam
to an audition?

No.

But you promised to help
him with his career.

Yes.

So you, who built up your
daughter's career from nothing

when you were
working as a waitress,

now with all your fancy connections, you
couldn't get Sam one agent meeting?

Not without trading
on Chelsea's name.

No, you
wouldn't do that.

No.

Well, you see now...
Now I'm confused,

because while you say you
don't profit off Chelsea,

her last three contracts
contain a rider

requiring that you
have your own driver.

Special organic meals,
your own trailer.

When Chelsea works,
she likes having me near.

You have any source of income
outside of your daughter?

I'm a producer.

Ever produced a movie
she wasn't in?

No.
So,

all the industry events you
go to, the movie premieres,

you're only invited because
you got Chelsea with you.

All the gifting suites
and the free clothes,

you only get all of that
because of Chelsea.

I don't exploit
my daughter.

You get money from her,
fame, access.

I've never abused
Chelsea's trust.

You've never secretly profited
from your influence with her?

No. Never received payments

under the table to make sure
she shows up at a restaurant?

No. Or wears a certain
brand of sunglasses?

No. Or has sex with a boy?

That's disgusting.

Your Honor, at this time, I'd like to
add a rebuttal witness, K.K. Curren.

Wait. I...
You'd like to change your answer?

May I please have a
moment with my lawyer?

Please don't do this.

K.K. has nothing
to do with Sam.

You're trying to blackmail
my client into a plea.

It goes to credibility.

She said she never used her daughter,
when in fact she sold her to K.K.

Despite what you think,
I love my daughter.

You live through her.

And your parents
don't live through you?

What did your father do?

He was a groundskeeper.

Hillcrest Country Club.

And was that his dream
for himself?

Give us
manslaughter.

I'll take second
degree, 15-to-life.

Her deal with K.K.
stays secret.

I'll tell the judge.

Thank you.

As to count one,

violation of Penal Code Section
187, second-degree m*rder,

how do you plead?

Guilty, Your Honor.

The court sentences you
to a term of 15 years-to-life

in a state
correctional facility.

Please remand the
defendant to custody.

We are adjourned.

Mom.

Someone should
tell her the truth.

She wouldn't believe
you if you did.

Excuse me.

Do you need someone
to take you out the back?

Come on.

This way.
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