01x14 - Runyon Canyon

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01x14 - Runyon Canyon

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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.

And guess what.

This will definitely
be on the test.

This is a prokaryotic cell,

which lacks both a nucleus

and membrane-bound organelles,

as opposed to...

The eukaryotic cell,

including mitochondria,

golgi apparatus,
lysosomes, peroxisomes,

secretory vacuoles.

Moving on.

Aah! Uhh!

I-I cut my foot.

- Oh, let me look at it.

That's nothin'.

- No, no! No!

Leave me alone!

I don't wanna do this anymore!

No! Please!

- Woman found her at
6:20 this morning.

Watch out.
- Ugh.

Thought I'd been
everywhere in L.A.

- Good morning.
- Says you.

What do you have, nishizawa?

- Female, late teens.

No I.D.

Petechial hemorrhaging.

Suggests death by strangulation.

And there's two sets of
bruises around her neck.

May be two different
pairs of hands.

- Somebody had a party.

- And there's bruising.

Possible r*pe.

And what party would be complete

without a little t*rture?

First degree burns. Hot wax.

There's residue.

Jasmine-scented.

- Tattoo.

Kappa Kappa Rho.

Sorority.

I can't believe this.
Beth was so sweet.

she was on of our first
picks during rush week.

- Beth have a boyfriend?

- No. She studied all the time.

She was premed.

- When was the last
time you saw her?

- Last night, around...8:00?

She was going to the library.

I gotta go talk to the girls.

I'm the house mother.
They're really upset.

- Thanks for your help.

- Sounds like Beth fit
better in a convent

than a sorority.

- Oh, you don't buy any of it?

- Kids have to blow off steam.

Except karina, of course.

- I just grounded her.

For the rest of her life.

- Hmm.

Look what they're wearing
in the convent these days.

- I knew L.A. was wrong for her.

- Did Beth ever
mention a boyfriend?

- No. She would have told
me if she was dating.

- Are you saying another
student did this?

- We don't know what
happened yet, sir.

- But if you could
remember anything--

change in attitude, a
problem with anyone.

- Last month, she...

De-friended me on Facebook.

- Our daughter was
very innocent.

- The officer outside
can take you

to talk to somebody at
victims' assistance.

- Yeah.

- Again, we are very
sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.

- Well, the story's consistent.

Beth was a bookworm.

No dating, no partying.

- Except for that new thong.

- That could have been a gift

from one of her
sorority sisters.

Most girls her age wear them.

- Not my daughter.

Coroner confirms
vaginal bruising.

Possible r*pe, but no semen.

There was a piece of glass
in Beth's right foot.

The lab found cr*ck
cocaine residue on it.

Could be a cr*ck pipe.

Preliminary tox indicates

Beth had a couple
of drinks, period.

- So maybe a cr*ck pipe
belonging to the suspect.

- Check this.

At 4:20 on the afternoon
that she was k*lled,

Beth got a text
from silvie Lester:

"We r on,"

with three exclamation points.

- It was about getting together
at the library to study.

- Three exclamation points.

You must really like studying.

- With her, yeah.

She was so smart.

We were both premed.
Beth was a real brainiac.

Uh, drawing it
helps me remember.

That's my shoulder.

And that's mine too.

- Yeah, you're
really good,Sylvie.

Anyway, you and Beth...

Besides anatomy, you ever
talk about boyfriends?

- We didn't have that
kind of friendship.

- When were you at
the library until?

- We worked until 11:00.

I was b*at.
I went home to sleep.

- And what about Beth?

- She said she needed to chill.

She went over to the
pool for a swim.

It's really sad.

I really liked her.

- I wasn't on last night.

- I notice you need to
swipe a card to get in.

So I guess there was a record
of who was swimming last night.

- Yeah, sure is.

All right, Beth Garrett
wasn't here last night.

Last time she used the
pool was Tuesday,

7:28 A.M.

And before that,

Monday at 10:14 A.M.

- And...
- hold on.

Look at this.

We have a Jesse Beckman.

Entering at 10:15 A.M.
right behind Beth.

And again on Tuesday,
he swiped in at 7:29.

Right behind Beth Garrett.

- Never go swimming
without a buddy.

- I didn't know Beth garret.

She was a freshman.

I'm a senior.

- Constitutional law
nowak and rotunda.

- Mm-hmm.
I plan on going to law school.

- Oh, so you know all about
res ipsa loquitur.

"The thing speaks for itself."

- You implying that I
had something to do

with k*lling that girl?

- Well, you did go to
the pool five times

in the last two weeks.

- I like to swim.

- At the same time
as Beth Garrett?

- You ever hear of coincidence?

- One time is coincidence.

Five times is res ipsa loquitur.

- I wasn't stalking her. Okay?

I've got a girlfriend.

- Let me guess.
Her name isSylvie.

Were you cheating on
sylvie with Beth?

- I don't have to-- -
don't start, Jesse.

You might feel safe
in your dorm room

with your college books
and your mint "snus."

But we come from the real world
where lying to the police

has consequences.

- Okay.

Okay.

Sylvie was acting weird.

I thought she was
seeing someone else.

So I went to the pool to
talk to Beth aboutSylvie.

I didn't tell you
guys straight off

because I don't think
law schools appreciate

applicants whose name shows
up in a m*rder case.

- All the same, where
were you last night.

- At the basketball
game on campus.

Here is my ticket stub.

I did not k*ll Beth, okay?

- Jesse Beckman, Mr. darden.

He has the season
ticket next to you.

Was he at the game last night?

- Are you kidding?

Arizona?

You'd have to be crazy or dead

to have tickets and not go.

- It was a hell of a game.

- Uh, yeah, if you
like blowouts.

Bad for Arizona, good for me.

The crowd emptied
out at halftime.

I moved down to the third row
behind the visitor's bench.

- Was Jesse there
for the whole game?

- Uh, actually, I saw him
on the lower level too.

At the end of the game.

- Third row, close enough
to hear the Arizona coach

curse out Watson.
What did he say again?

- Ah, you name it. Heh.

I wouldn't use that language
in front of women and kids.

- Ah, I need another cup of Joe.

- Late night studying?

I'm on what they call an
extended leave from the college.

Think I got, uh, chronic
fatigue syndrome.

Okay to go?

- Sure, Roger.
We'll get back to you.

S.O.B.'S lying.

The Arizona coach got
booted from the game

a minute before the half.

- Yeah, Roger's
covering for Jesse.

- Worse--nishizawa did say
there were two sets of hands

on Beth's neck.

- 35 years.

Wow, that's what I
call a real fan.

Thank--thank you, Mrs. Lyle.

The lady who sits on the
other side of Jesse

thinks he and Roger are buddies.

She said they both left
just before the half.

- You know, Roger
popped up on our files.

He got bonded by a
security company.

He work a graveyard
shift as a guard.

Tuesday night, he was
guarding an empty house

in runyon canyon.

Nobody lives here.

Word is, the owner's
trying to unload it.

This broker hired us
about three months ago.

Transients were using
it as party central.

- Smells like an ashtray.

- An ashtray somebody puked in.

- Broken cr*ck pipe.

This could be
Beth's blood on it.

- Ohh. Hey, Rick.

Come in here.

Condoms, candles. Baggie.

Some nasty stuff

I don't even want
to speculate about.

- Little punks.

- Well, they had an excuse.

The devil made 'em do it.

SID found
Beth's blood in the den

and on the floor near
a broken cr*ck pipe.

- Suspect leave
any calling card?

So far, SID identified
blood samples

from 23 different people.

Who lived in this place?
Dracula?

And Caligula.

They found semen
from 19 individuals

and prints from assorted
bangers, dope heads,

and prostitutes.

- Any match for Roger
darden or Jesse Beckman?

- Well, Jesse's prints
weren't in the database,

but we got a hit on Roger on a
baggie found in the mattress.

It had traces of
the drug salvia.

All the thrills of an acid
trip in five minutes.

- So I bonged some salvia
in the haunted mansion.

Big deal.

- Not to mention,
last I checked,

smoking salvia's
perfectly legal.

- What about your
basketball buddy Jesse?

He ever come up there
to keep you company?

- We're not that close.

- Maybe he needed a
place to bring a girl

so his girlfriendSylvie
wouldn't fine out about it.

- Nope. Fail. Didn't happen.

- Roger, our lab
found Beth's blood

up at the mansion.

We know Jesse was following her.

We know he sits next
to you at the games.

You're a smart guy.

Ask your ula legal
clinic lawyer here...

It does not look good for you.

- Look, the night you
guys are asking about,

I drove down Franklin
to get a sandwich.

So if someone broke
into the mansion,

I must have missed it.

- Thanks, Roger.

You admitted operating
your vehicle

while under the
influence of a drug.

Since you got a dui
four years ago,

we can impound and
search your vehicle.

- This car made that mansion

look like Martha
Stewart's powder room.

No trace of your victim...
No hair fibers, no blood.

- Cup from the basketball arena.

Tobacco and mint.

Maybe from that "snus" crap
Jesse puts under his lip.

You think that's enough
to get a warrant

to search his dorm room?

- Judge lorenzo?

Thinks all college kids
should be in jail.

- This box of candles
found in your room

matches the candle
found in the mansion

and the wax on Beth's body.

- We have your
prints now, Jesse.

It's only a matter of time
before they're matched up

to the ones in the mansion
and inside Roger's car.

- Okay.

Okay, look, I was
at the mansion.

But like a week before
Beth was k*lled.

I went up there
with Roger to trip,

and that's when I
brought the candles.

- Very romantic.

The two of you...

- No...There was no
electricity in the place.

I left the candles there.

Somebody else must have
used them on Beth.

- See, we have competing
stories of our own.

My partner seems to think that
you brought Beth up there

to play haunted house.

Maybe Beth threatened
to tellSylvie

you were cheating on her.

You panicked.

Lost your temper.

- No, no. That never happened.

- My partner thinks you
went up there with Beth,

Roger joined in for
three-way Patty-cakes.

Maybe it was too much for Beth.

She screamed r*pe.
Roger k*lled her.

- Ah...

You don't need law school
to see how this lays out.

It's you or Roger.

- Mr. Gregory's here from
the ula legal clinic.

- Jesse, I'm
representing you now.

Interview's over.

- One more thing, Jesse.

We have no favorites
between you and Roger.

First one to speak
up gets the deal.

- You spend 50 grand to
send your kid to college.

You send them off
with love and advice.

- And then you keep
your fingers crossed.

- That was the legal clinic.

Sylvie got the lawyer for
Jesse and for Roger.

- Very nice of her.
One big happy family.

- Son of a bitch.

- See if nishizawa
can confirm it.

- Assuming this
sketch is to scale...

The thumb-to-index spread...

Matches the spread of the
imprint on the neck.

Now, the hand that
made these marks

didn't necessarily k*ll her.

It's the hand that grabbed her

at the base of the
neck that did.

- So what are these
bruises about?

- Erotic asphyxia.

Squeezing here during sex

reduces the flow of oxygen
in your blood to the brain,

causing lightheadedness

and heightened pleasure
at the moment or orgasm.

Now, the bruises indicate
that pressure was applied

repeatedly over time.

- Could the same hand have
caused the strangulation marks?

- Impossible to say definitely.

- You think a freshman
premed would know?

- I gave this to Jesse.

He wanted it.
It's a sketch of my hand.

- Life-size and true
to life, right?

- Yes, except for the
skin, of course.

Why?

- This is a photograph of
the marks on Beth's neck.

I understand this is
hard for you to look at.

- It's okay.

I've seen human dissections
at the med school.

- Fair enough.

You see this mark here?

- You mean on the superior
carotid triangle?

- I mean, right here.

The coroner took
measurements and determined

that this mark is
a perfect match

for the hand in your sketch.

- Your hand,Sylvie.

Now, that's not
what k*lled Beth.

See, those marks here
in what I believe

you call the inferior
carotid triangle?

Those are the
strangulation marks.

- The coroner also found that
those marks match your hand.

- No. No.

She was alive the
last time I saw Beth.

She was alive.

- But you were with her in the
mansion in runyon canyon.

Now, you may not
have k*lled her.

But you have to
explain these marks.

- Beth, uh...

Beth wanted to party.

She wanted to try salvia.

We went up there with
Jesse and Roger,

and then it got crazy.

- Explain it.

- Beth started making
out with Roger.

She wanted to try things
like the choking thing,

but she didn't trust
Roger to do it,

so she asked me to while she
was having sex with Roger.

Then Jesse started kissing her.

I got mad at Jesse and
Beth freaked out.

She ran outside. I...T
ried to find her.

But she was hiding.

It got really late.
I had an early class.

I left.

Those guys said that they
would keep looking for her.

I don't know what
they did to her.

I...

I think I should
talk to a lawyer.

- All right,Sylvie.

But right now, we have
to put you under arrest

and take you down to the
office for a booking.

- Turn around, put your
hands behind your back.

- Oh, my God.
You won't believe this.

The cops are busting
some student.

Get ready to go viral.

"I tried to find her,
but she's hiding."

"Those guys said
they'd keep looking for her.

I don't know what
they did to her."

- Whose statement is that?
- His girlfriendSylvie.

She implicated him
and his buddy Roger

for the m*rder.

- No way.
- Yes way.

She said when she
left your little orgy

Beth was still alive,

and you and Roger
were in the house.

- That's crazy.
Why would I k*ll Beth?

- Maybe it had something to do

with the fact that you
tried to r*pe her.

- I--

- "then Jesse started
kissing her.

I got mad at Jesse and
Beth freaked out."

-Sylvie told me to
make out with Beth.

- Your girlfriend told you
to have sex with her friend?

- The whole thing
wasSylvie's idea.

She brought Beth to the
mansion and she...

She told me and
Roger what to do.

- She was like...

The queen bee mistress
of darkness, you know?

She would hold Beth's arms

and tell me and
Jesse what to do.

- Two big guys taking
orders from a little girl?

- Normally, I call the sh*ts.

But, hey, I can
roll with anything.

- Including r*pe, apparently.

- No, no. Beth was into it.

It wasSylvie choking her
that freaked her out.

- She got mad atSylvie
and ran outside.

- What'd you do about that?

- Well, we looked for her.

Sylvie said she had to leave,

so...Me and Jesse waited around

in case Beth came back.

She never did.

- MaybeSylvie put
her in her car.

I--I don't know.

- Spit it out.

- The next day,

sylvie said she would destroy me

if I told anyone.

She said no way was I gonna
mess up med school for her.

- They could have
coordinated their stories

to put all the weight onSylvie.

- They both gave the
same blow by blow.

Right down to who put
what, where, when.

Too many details for
those two to remember.

Unless it was true.

- Yeah, but how can we
make a jury believe

that this girl from
fond du lac, Wisconsin

with a 3.8 gpa

is a sexual sadist?

- There's something
cold about her.

She talked about the m*rder
with all the emotion

of somebody dissecting a frog.

- Well, she's a med student.
She has problems with empathy.

I've had plenty of doctors
with lousy bedside manner.

- And you throw in
the kinky sex...

- You say kinky, I
say experimentation.

That's what kids do in college.

It doesn't necessarily
peg them as deviants.

- Or maybe what bothers you
is that some 100-pound girl

is bossing those big,
bad boys around.

- - Look,
I'm just saying...

That I want our case
to be based on facts,

not perception.

- Yeah, well, bring me facts.

- How could she be
mixed up in this?

She's gonna be a doctor,
for God's sakes.

- Hal...

- They're accusing
sylvie of m*rder.

What am I supposed
to do, roll over?

- If you want to help your
daughter, Mr. Lester,

I suggest you calm down.

- Ma'am...

We don't know what to think.

Sylvie never missed
a day of school.

When she wasn't studying,
she was working with

learning disabled kids.

I don't understand.

What happened?

- It's better if you hear
it fromSylvie's lawyer.

- Is it that awful?

Oh,
it is, isn't it?

Oh, no.

- DidSylvie mention having
any friends on campus?

- Did you talk to
Melanie Patterson?

She's a freshman too.

They were friends
in high school.

She knowsSylvie's
a good person.

Talk to her.

- In high school,Sylvie
was a total geek.

But when we got here,

she went, like, weird.

Well...She tried to kiss me.

- That was shocking to you.

- Coming from her, yeah.

I think she got hurt
that I turned her down.

- She said something?

- It's what she did.

We pledged Alpha chi together.

The upper-class girls made
the pledges get naked

and paddle each other's butts.

I figuredSylvie and
I were friends,

so she wouldn't hurt me.

- And then she punished you?

- Oh, my God.

I almost passed out
from the pain.

I haven't talked to her since.

It's sad.

When we first got here,
we didn't know anybody,

so she'd come and sleep over
and we'd play with my dog.

Just like when we
were little kids.

- You have a dog?

Do you ever take it
up to that dog park

off Mulholland?

- Yes,Sylvie and I went
there all the time.

- Your honor, the people
have presented evidence

that the defendant was
familiar with the park

where the body was found.

That she has a history
of sadistic behavior.

That she instigated a
sex and drug party

the night of the m*rder.

That she repeatedly
choked the victim

for erotic pleasure.

We've also heard testimony

that when the victim ran away,

the defendant pursued
her in the dark.

A half an hour later,
reappeared alone

and quickly got in her car

and inexplicably drove away.

- It's not inexplicable,
your honor.

She had an early class.

- Your honor, the
people have shown cause

to proceed to trial.

- Your honor... look at her.

She sold girl scout cookies
for crying out loud.

- That's your argument?

- The people's case

rests on the testimony of
two compromised witnesses

who sexually abused the victim

and had the means and
opportunity to k*ll her.

- Your honor,Sylvie Lester
may have sold cookies,

but she's also a perverse sadist

who k*lled Beth Garrett
because Beth defied her

and threatened to expose her.

- All right, Mr. Decker.

The court finds the people have
indeed shown probable cause

to proceed to trial.

Is this your son?

- He was eight then.

He's 11 now.

- He's beautiful.

- And a handful.

- WhenSylvie was eight,

I found her in her room, crying.

"Do I have to grow up, mommy?"

Most little girls can't
wait to get older.

ButSylvie looked
at me and said,

"when I grow up..."

"I'll have to leave
you and daddy."

In here, you know
who your baby is.

And you know when
they're hurting or sad.

Or afraid.

And you know what
they're capable of.

And that girl Mr.
Decker described in court

was not mySylvie.

- Hey.

Does it bother anybody

that the only evidence we have
that Beth was inSylvie's car

is a few hairs on
the front seat?

Which you'd expect,

since Beth drove to the
house withSylvie.

- Well,Sylvie's premed.
She'd know about DNA.

- Maybe she wrapped the body up.

- And there's no evidence that
sylvie was at the dump site.

There's no dirt on her shoes,
nothing on her clothes.

It's worth another look.

- Oh, you're kidding.

- No.

And, dad, dollars to donuts...

Your daughter wears a thong.

- Unlike the marks from
the erotic asphyxiation,

the strangulation marks
occurred during a struggle.

The k*ller was
trying to hold on.

And there are way
too many bruises

to assign to a set of hands.

Are you having doubts?

- Not us, our boss.

She had a heart-to-heart
with the k*ller's mom.

- I never knew
arleen to be such a softie.

- Well, humor her,
for our sakes.

- I didn't find five dog hairs.

Three in her throat,
two in her lungs.

Black hairs and white hairs.

I estimate she breathed them in

while she was being strangled.

- Well, she was
dumped at a dog park.

- I assume she was already dead

and stopped breathing by then.

- If she'd been strangled
outside the house...

- She would have breathed
in other materials--

pollen, dirt-- besides
the dog hairs.

- Well, there were no dog
hairs inSylvie's car,

the mansion, Roger's car...

She was in another car.

- The k*ller's car.

The actual k*ller.

- The one who's out
there right now,

walking a black and white dog.

- Five dogs hairs?
- Most likely from a Terrier.

- She had been running
around the Canyon.

L.A.'s a dog town.

I mean, dozens of people
walk their dogs up there.

- We think she came in contact
with an unknown suspect.

Maybe he gave her a ride.

k*lled her in the car.

He has a dog.

She inhaled hairs from the dog.

- Well, this evidence is vapor.

Trial begins tomorrow.

- You'd go to trial
when there's doubt?

- There's no doubt here.

- Play it out.

Check the dog park.

- Her parents were
in the courtroom.

And they were upset.

But in 25 years, she's
gonna come out of jail,

and they'll still
have a daughter.

What do we have? Nothing.

- That girls sits
there stone-faced.

I want to see her

when the jury says she's guilty.

I want to see a tear...

Anything to show
she feels remorse.

- I don't care
about her remorse.

I just want a guilty verdict.

We're counting on you, Mr.
Decker.

- We'll do everything we can.

- Thank you.

- I need to work on my opening.

- Three good cops think
we're jumping the g*n.

- I don't answer to them.

The evidence, the facts,

they point toSylvie.

Not perception.

Facts.

- Do you know how many
people have terriers?

They were the "it" dog a
couple of years back.

- Well, if you see anyone
with a black and white one,

I'd appreciate it if you'd
call the number there.

- I've got nothing.
- Same here.

- All right...

You take north, I'll take South.

- I saw the flyer and thought,

better safe.

It's so horrible what happened.

- Now, in your message,
you said you saw someone

with a black and white terrier?

- Yes. I mean no.

He has two scotties.

One black, one white.

He uses them to hit
on women in the park.

He hasn't been around since
that poor girl was found.

- Do you know his name?
- No.

- How about a description?

- Average.

He thought he was
some sort of stud.

He was on a reality show.

The bachelorette
or the other one.

It was probably bogus.

- You know, I used
to eat fish tacos

every night while on trial.

- Well, I'm not superstitious.

- Well, neither am I.

I just like fish tacos.

You hungry?

- You said you wanted to talk.

- I'd prefer if you didn't put
me on the stand tomorrow.

- Do you have a credible
lead besides five dog hairs?

- I'm just not
convinced she did it.

We both have daughters.

And with that comes
an expectation

of how "good girls"
should behave.

- Well, you're not gonna
be asked your opinion

about her guilt.

- Her lawyer, citron,

he's a lot smarter
than he lets on.

- Yeah, well, I can handle him.

- I'm not sure I can...

Without perjuring myself.

- Rick...

I know you well enough to know

that you would never do that.

And you know me
well enough to know

that I would never ask you to.

- I'll see you tomorrow.

- We questioned Jesse Beckman
and Roger darden separately

on several occasions,
and their accounts

were consistent with the facts.

In my opinion, they
told the truth.

- Thank you.

- When you first talked
to Beckman and darden,

they lied.

Isn't that true?

- Yes.

- So when, in your opinion,

did they start
telling the truth?

- When we confronted them

withSylvie's statement.

- And you decided they
were telling the truth

when they contradicted
her account.

Isn't that right?
- That's not the reason.

- Come on, detective.

You made a decision based
on your own morality.

Beckman and darden, they
were just acting like

horny college boys.

ButSylvie exploring her
sexuality, that's--

well, it's unladylike.

It's immoral.

Evidence of a
depraved personality

capable even of m*rder.

Isn't that why you
believed them and not her?

- No, I based my
decision on my years

as an investigator
and a prosecutor.

- Well, speaking of
your experience,

given thatSylvie is not
a professional k*ller,

did you find it unusual

that there was no trace

that she had transported
Beth's body in her car?

There's no blood, no fluids.

Nothing in the trunk
or the backseat.

- They may very well
have been traces.

We just didn't find them.

- Finally, detective...

Having failed

to find any direct evidence

my client k*lled Beth Garrett,

are you satisfied

that you've investigated
every lead,

every alternate
theory of this crime?

- No.

I don't ever consider
a case closed

until there's been a confession

or a finding of guilt.

Only a jury can close a case.

- No further questions.

- Redirect, Mr. Decker.

- No, your honor.

- You're excused, detective.

- This guy with the
scotties-- Trevor Cannon.

On probation for as*ault.

Seems after he got throw
off of that dating show,

he b*at up some
citizen in a bar.

- Quiet!

I got tired of driving
up to that dog park.

Found a place here in Burbank.

My dogs don't know
the difference.

- I wouldn't be so sure.
Scotties are very intelligent.

- The victim had
dog hairs on her.

Could we take some hair
samples from your dogs,

just for elimination purposes?

- My dogs wouldn't like that.

- Oh, we can take
it off the carpet.

- I don't want you in my house.

- Oh, you have some
hair right here.

I think you just violated
your probation, Mr. Cannon.

Please turn around and put
your hands behind your back.

- Jesse was the first boy

I had an actual
relationship with.

I didn't have a boyfriend
in high school.

I had sex twice.

It was quick and not any fun.

Jesse and I wanted to
try things together,

like the choking thing.

I told Beth about it

and she said she
wanted to try it.

It wasn't a lifestyle.

We were just curious.

Jesse got his friend Roger.

And we all met up
at the mansion.

- What happened there?

- The boys were
acting all awkward.

So I had to tell
them what to do.

What Beth wanted.

Roger was having sex with her.

And I'd squeeze her neck...

Let go, and do it again.

And then she...
Started coughing.

She ran out,

and Roger got mad, 'cause
he wasn't finished.

So he went and got her

and she'd cut her foot.

- What did you do?

- I told her I was sorry.

Roger wanted to keep
having sex with her.

But Beth wasn't into it anymore

so she ran and got her stuff

and she left.

We all went to look for her,
but she had disappeared.

- The cops have a suspect.

- And you left?
- Mm-hmm.

I thought I'd find
her walking home.

When I didn't, I assumed
she'd gone back to the house

and the guys would
take her home.

I liked Beth.

We were both gonna be doctors.

Thought we'd be
friends for life.

I would never, ever hurt her.

- Thank you,Sylvie.

- But, in fact, Ms. Lester,

you did hurt Beth, didn't you?

You gave her first degree
burns with hot wax.

You choked her hard
enough to leave bruises

on her neck.

- Y-yes, we got carried away.

- No, you got carried away.

When she cut her foot,

what did you do?

- I tried to stop the bleeding?

- How? Did you remove
the piece of glass?

Did you clean out the wound?

- No.

- Did you insist on driving
her to the hospital

so she could get stitches?
- I was going to.

- But you didn't.

And you say that you
want to be a doctor.

But I'm sorry, maybe
your compassion

doesn't extend to playthings.

Because that's what Beth
was to you, wasn't she?

A plaything?

- No, we were friends.

- I was home by myself.

- Mm, another lonely night
in lonely town, huh?

- I get plenty of action.

- This as*ault two years ago,

you got angry when a
woman made a joke

about your getting tossed
off that dating show.

You b*at up her boyfriend.

- I was minding my own business.

They got in my face.
- They made fun of you.

- They were lookin' for a fight.

- Hmm.

You got dumped after the
third episode, right?

Getting sh*t down by a girl

in front of 11 million people.

- Ouch.

- How do you live that down?

- It was worth the paycheck.

- I downloaded the episode.

Did you ever watch it?

The look on your face.

- Forget it.
- "Dumped"!

- Forget it!

- It's priceless. Here!

- I said forget it already!

- You don't like people
laughing at you.

Do you, Trevor?

- You lied to the police about
where you were that night.

You lied about your
relationship with Beth.

You lied about your sex games.

How do you explain
all of these lies?

- I was afraid of what other
people would think of me.

Just like what you think now.

That I'm some weirdo.

- Is that why you told Jesse
that you would destroy him

if he said anything to anybody?

Because you didn't want it

ending up on the
Internet, did you?

Where everyone could see it!

Your parents, the
medical school--

- no, I didn't!

- Is that why you ran after
her when she ran away?

So you can calm her down

and talk her out of
filing a complaint

against you with the school?

- She wouldn't do that.

- Is that what she told
you when you found her?

- I didn't find her!

- Oh, come on,Sylvie!

She ran out half-dressed,

limping with a cut in her foot,

and you couldn't
catch up to her?

- No, it was dark.

- But you could hear her
crying, couldn't you?

She accused you of hurting her.

Using her.

She blamed you.

- That's not true.
That is not true!

- So you wrapped your
hands around her neck,

lower this time,

around the inferior
carotid triangle,

just to shut her up!

But you didn't let go.

Until she was dead.

Isn't that what you did?

- No.

I didn't k*ll Beth.

- We just have a couple
more things to go over.

And then you can go home.

- What do you have on him?

- Black and white terriers,
a prior for as*ault,

and he stopped going to the dog
park right after the m*rder.

Mr. Cannon's got a real
problem with women.

- Maybe we should make a
call to judge barber.

- No, jeopardy's attached.

Case goes to the jury tomorrow,

and if we pull it now
and we're wrong,

we can't retrySylvie.

So unless we hear a confession...

We're not doing anything.

- Our experts examined
your cell phone records.

They noticed that the night
the girl was k*lled,

your phone was pinging off
towers in the Hollywood hills.

- You told us you were
home in Burbank all night.

- Right.

But I ran an errand for my mom.

She lives off Franklin.

I went over the hill and
brought her groceries.

- That's nice.

What time was that?

- Around 10:00.

- And you were there
10, 15 minutes?

- No, I, uh...

Helped her with some laundry.

Folding it and such.

- There's nothing
funny about it.

- No, course there isn't.

-Sylvie's lawyer
wants to meet up

and talk about a deal.

She's ready to take a plea.

- Jane Cannon?

That's your mother?

Get a lot of calls from her.

- What can I tell you?

She's my mother.

- What should I tell him?

- You get groceries,
you're doing laundry?

- Bird in hand, counselor?

- Is she elderly?

- No.
- Disabled?

- There's nothing
wrong with her.

Why don't you just call her?

She'll tell you I was at
her place that night.

- Call the lawyer.

Tell him to meet us in my
office in ten minutes.

- The road from your place
to your mom's place

goes right past runyon canyon.

- So?
- So that's the same path

the girl would have used
to get back to her campus.

You picked her up didn't you?

- The lab's gonna match
the dog hairs, Trevor.

They'll find traces of
the girl in your car.

- Let me step this
out for you, Trevor.

There's you...
With a bellyful of rage

from your mom yanking
on your leash

every time she wants
something done...

And there's this
half-naked college girl

in the seat next to you, crying.

Maybe you put your
hand out on her knee

to comfort her.

But she took it the wrong way.

She ordered you to stop
the car and let her out.

She demanded it.

Just like mom.

Always demanding.

What kind of a man takes
that from a woman?

What kind of a man
doesn't fight back?

Do I have it right, Trevor?

You fought back.

- I couldn't stop myself.

- The state has
dropped all charges

againstSylvie Lester.

I want to thank you for
your time and effort.

You're dismissed.

Ms. Lester, you're free to go.

Court is adjourned.
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