"I'm vibrating." "Go ahead." "Answer." "Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson." "Brenda, hi, it's Will." "Um, I'm sorry to call so late, but we have a dead judge in Griffith Park." "I'm on my way." "Sorry." "–'99 Napa Merlot." "Very nice." "–Oh, I'm serious." "You're fine." "You only had one glass." "It was a big one." "Here's good." "–I can drop you off up there." "–No, no, no, no." "This is good." "Not a problem." "Look, there's the pope." "Perfect." "Thank you." "Thank you so much." "Good night." "Yeah, no problem." "–Brenda..." "–Yes?" "Presiding judge came down, district attorney's office is here, so warrants, phone taps, whatever you need, let me know." "Ok." "Thank you." "Who's your chauffer?" "I'm gonna go look at the body, Will." "Introduce me, please." "Uh, the honorable Michael Thompson, 49." "He's a state judge, criminal court." "Guy out walking his dog practically tripped over the body around 11:30." "Called 911 and the patrolman who answered the call recognized his face." "2 gunshots... one to the side, one to the forehead, close range." "–We found one slug so far." "–Excuse me." "No wallet?" "Any sign of his car?" "The judge drives a black '94 Mercedes." "We checked the lots and swept the streets within a half mile." "Nada." "No onstar, no lojack." "You want us to put out a broadcast on the vehicle?" "Send a black and white to his house first." "See if it's sittin' in his driveway." "What's his body temperature?" "Uh, 96.2 uh-huh." "So, that's about 3 hours." "What is a judge doing at Griffith Park at 10:30 at night?" "According to the presiding judge," "Thompson plays poker at a lawyer's house not too far from here." "Guy named Mackey." "It's the stiff." "Area code 480." "Where's that?" "Phoenix." "Phoenix?" "Hello?" "No, who's this?" "No, who's this?" "Oh, I'm sorry, Michael can't come to the phone right now." "May I ask who's calling?" "What..." "I'm sorry." "Who's Keith?" "J –just calm down." "I... no, no, no, no." "Don't hang up." "Ladies and gentlemen, we need to find that car." "Uh, lieutenant Flynn, could you please trace that phone call, see if it comes from a cell phone or a land line?" "Detectives Sanchez, Daniels," "I'd like you to check that poker game, and sergeant Gabriel," "I need you to get the K-9s up here." "We may have a possible fugitive or another victim." "What's going on?" "Where are you... uh, chief Pope, may I borrow you for a moment, please?" "I need your judge to get a search warrant form the Thompson's house." "What's up?" "I just talked to Mrs Thompson and it looks like we may be missing the judge's teenage son." "–What?" "–You know you're missing an earring." "Oh." "I was in a hurry." "Now why... why would they put bars on the windows in such a nice neighborhood?" "Lots of people put 'em up after the riots." "Well, it's tacky." "Lieutenant." "On your signal." "All right, then, good." "Here we go." "Mackey's house is up there on the left." "Liquor in the front, poker in the rear." "What are you, 12?" "Ooh." "Ooh, we got a little temper." "Got a little latino in you." "Yeah?" "You want a little more latino in you?" "You know what?" "You gotta be this tall to ride my ride." "Aww... stop." "What?" "Over there." "Code 4, no kid, no car." "Thank you, thank you very much, gentlemen." "Good night." "Thanks, guys." "Don't open any drawers." "The warrant's only good for the boy." "I know, I heard you the first 3 times you said it." "Oh, shoot!" "Can I borrow your cell phone?" "What's wrong with yours?" "Oh, just... here." "Thank you." "No, Will, it's me." "No, the boy's not here." "No." "Of course." "Yes, of course, you'll be the second to know." "Good night." "Real homey vibe." "Furniture's bolted to the floor." ""Sad, angry, confused..."" "so what do you think?" "Keith Thompson is autistic." "What's that, like, semi-retarded?" "It's a developmental disorder, something we should all keep in mind when trying to find this boy, so what do we have?" "Dogs found about 100 homeless guys in the park, but no Keith." "Mackey says the judge and Keith left the poker game around 10:00." "That's the last anybody saw of him." "Took his son to a poker game?" "Keith's regular caregiver was out with the flu." "Still no sign of the Mercedes?" "Nothing, but the glass Sanchez and Daniels found is factory." "Matches what would be on a '94 Mercedes." "–Where'd you get that?" "–That place." "Uh, if this is a routine carjacking, that car was chopped hours ago." "Wouldn't a carjacker who had no qualms killing a judge also have killed Keith?" "Sanchez, you said you found these cigarettes close to the glass." "Yes, I'm thinking that the carjacker probably waited, hoping for the first nice car to come along." "No, what about a specific nice car?" "What do you mean, like a hit?" "Judges tend to leave hurt feelings in their wake." "Anything from Thompson's previous trials?" "I collected files on guys with the motives and the means to settle out of court." "What about the kid?" "I mean, maybe he went a little menendez on his rich old man and now he's on the run in daddy's car?" "Flynn, the kid's autistic." "He's not going to... he's also a teenager, which is scary enough for me." "Besides, murder ain't rocket science." "Einstein was a bit autistic, I mean, he was never diagnosed or anything, but there was this documentary... thank you, lieutenant Tao." "At this point, we can't rule anything out." "Where's my son Keith?" "Can I talk to chief Johnson?" "Ok, let's get to work." "Here you go." "Why didn't you tell me Michael was dead?" "I am so sorry, Mrs Thompson." "I wish I could have told you more over the phone, but unfortunately, police procedure requires that I confirm you are who you say you are before giving away any information." "I would have... where is my son?" "I don't know, but I can assure you that we are doing everything we can to find him." "Look, I know that your son is autistic and I know how upset you must be, but I need you to answer a few questions for me." "Can you do that?" "You called last night from Phoenix?" "That's where I live since the divorce." "Why were you calling your ex-husband so late?" "I wasn't." "I was looking for Keith." "I call him at 10:00 to say good night, and when no one answered at the house," "I started to worry and I kept calling every 10 minutes and then Michael's cell." "So your son lives with his father here?" "Michael has custody, yes." "Raising an autistic child is expensive, and I needed to prove to the court that I could support Keith and the only faculty position I could find was at Arizona state." "It was the hardest decision of my life, but in the end, Michael and I both agreed that it was best for Keith that he stay here and have as little change in his routine as possible." "He gets... gets very... upset with change." "How upset?" "I saw the furniture bolted to the floor." "We did that for his own protection." "I mean, Keith gets frustrated with certain things, but he's just not capable of something like this." "Can you think of anyone who might be capable of it?" "How many people has Michael sentenced over the last 10 years?" "I have been going over judge Thompson's current trials and one name keeps rising to the top." "Eddie Hoke." "We busted him for running chop shops in the valley, but he's hooked into everything:" "Murder, grand theft, dope." "This guy's a big fish." "And according to Thompson's clerk," "Hoke's defense was going down the tubes fast." "The judge was overruling every single objection." "Thompson was one of the good ones." "And 3 days into the trial, the judge received a death threat." "Maybe I should bring him back in for questioning." "Carjacking is part of his DNA." "Actually, I'd like to talk to him." "Well, my guys have been working this case for months." "We know what buttons to push." "I'm not trying to steal credit for captain Taylor's arrest, it's just that I... whoa, whoa, whoa, this isn't a pissing contest." "I just think in the interest of finding the boy... all right, ok, bring him in" "and the two of you will question him together." "Go away." "Thank you." "–Thank you." "–You're welcome." "This is harassment." "I should file for a mistrial." "Why?" "Looks like the trial is suddenly moving in your favor, wouldn't you agree, Mr Hoke?" "What can I say?" "Somebody up there likes me." "That's a good thing, Ed." "Cause I'm pretty sure nobody down here does." "My client was in your cell when this murder took place." "Maybe one of his loyal employees was just following orders, but let's put that aside." "Right now, all I care about is finding the judge's son before it's too late." "Let's say for the sake of discussion that I might know where to find this kid." "–You do not..." "–This is all hypothetical, right?" "Of course I don't know anything about him, but if I did, would this influence the charges against me?" "It might." "Deputy Chief Johnson doesn't have the authority to make a deal." "I could persuade the DA." "to see the value of this information." "And what kind of deal might you hypothetically recommend?" "I'll get back to you on that one." "Thank you so much." "This is the lot manager who saw the car." "Recognized the description from the police bulletin." "We had one of our undercovers stake it for 20 minutes, but... nobody's coming back." "Someone pop the trunk, please." "22,801,242,66, where am I?" "–Where am I?" "1,3,22..." "–You're at the airport." "801,242,66, where am I?" "We found him in the trunk of the car at the park'n'go at L. A. X." "–It's ok." "It's ok." "–Where am I?" "Where am I?" "How's Keith doing?" "As well as can be expected." "Did he mention anything about Michael?" "About last night?" "Nothing." "I tried to explain to him that Michael was dead, but I don't think it sunk in." "There are some things that he just doesn't understand." "Michael always had a hard time with that." "He really wanted Keith to be normal." "Public schools, no special treatment." "Then something like this happens, and you realize how different he really is." "Do you mind if sergeant Gabriel and I try and talk to him?" "–Oh, he's not very talkative..." "–it'll just be a few minutes." "Keith?" "Some police officers want to ask you a few questions." "Hi, Keith." "I'm Brenda." "You know..." "I heard if you can tell what kind of food that is, they give you a prize." "He doesn't understand jokes." "Is that what that was?" "Um..." "Keith, do you remember going to Mr Mackey's house with your dad?" "Do you remember going for a ride with your dad after the poker game?" "Where am I?" "You're in a hospital, sweetheart." "You're in a hospital in room 320 on the third floor." "1,3,22,801, 24266." "Keith, what do those numbers mean?" "1,3,22, 801,24266." "He was saying those numbers when we found him and asking "where am I?"" "Is that normal for him?" "Sometimes when he's under stress, he'll moan or he'll chant things." "Does it mean anything?" "Maybe to him." "22,801,24266." "Keith, it's ok." "Aah!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "Ah!" "No!" "No!" "I am so sorry." "He doesn't like to be touched." "It's just reflex." "He didn't do it before at the parking lot." "He was in shock." "I'm so sorry." "It's ok, really." "It's... it's my fault." "It'll be easier for him when he can get out of here." "The doctor said that I can take him home tomorrow." "Uh, actually, it's not quite that simple." "Mrs Thompson technically isn't Keith's legal guardian." "But I'm his mother." "Yes, madam." "Oh, unfortunately, what sergeant Gabriel is trying to say is that you can't take your son home yet." "You should be able to, I know, but under the law, there has to be a custody hearing first." "Children services takes care of him until then." "But only for a few days." "You mean a foster home?" "This is crazy." "His father is dead." "He should be with me." "You have no idea the damage that this kind of disruption can do to an autistic child." "It's horrible." "Jillian, I know." "But you have my word I will do everything I can to get your son back to you as quickly as possible." "What can we do to keep her from taking her son?" "Well, nothing." "Children services will pick Keith up at the hospital and take him to his foster home, and then the courts will fast-track the custody hearing and get him back to mom." "Can we slow them down?" "You want to prevent a mother from getting back her traumatized autistic son?" "He's either my one witness or my prime suspect." "If she gets custody, she'll take him to Phoenix and I'll end up having to extradite him." "Wait, wait, wait." "Earlier, you thought Hoke was the guy, now you think the kid did it?" "They say the ability to hold 2 contradictory ideas at the same time is genius." "Either way, I need more time with that boy." "Ok, look, I can arrange for you to transfer Keith to the foster home." "That'll buy you a couple of hours." "Ok." "–Just promise me one thing." "–What?" "Don't touch him cause I hear he doesn't like that." "Low-functioning autistics have no language skills." "They cannot survive independently by themselves." "Keith's not like that." "According to his school records, he's very intelligent, but he does have issues." "He's unemotional." "Frequently says inappropriate things." "He's very literal-minded." "He gets fixated on minor details." "He gets agitated when his routine is altered, and he's extremely uncooperative when anything or anyone gets in the way of him doing what he wants." "Does he have a Georgia accent?" "But we can figure out how..." "If we can figure out how to communicate with this boy, he might be able to tell us who pulled the trigger." "Even if he's the shooter?" "It looks like he might have a violent streak." "Let's start by putting together photos for Keith to look at... known associates of Eddie Hoke, former defendants the judge might have put away, carjackers." "Chief, the kid's not gonna tell us anything." "He's in his own world." "Well, pack your bags, sergeant, cause we're going there for a visit." "Now you take your time now... tell me if you recognize anyone." "Your breath smells bad." "That's cause I've been up for 36 hours." "Hey." "Oh, wow." "What happened?" "Oh, nothing." "No, it's fine." "Nothing." "I just... um, this is Keith." "Keith, this is, uh... hey, Keith, I'm Fritz." "I'm Brenda's... gonna say "boyfriend," but I get a feeling that's a dirty word around here." "Oh, you're just too sensitive, that's all." "I thought girls liked that." "Np, that's just something we say." "Thought you might want your phone back." "You left it in my car... along with your earring." "I was just all over the place today." "–I..." "I..." "I'm sorry about..." "–it's ok." "Explain it to me over lunch." "No!" "–Keith, are you ok?" "–No!" "You recognize somebody?" "No!" "Are you afraid?" "Which man is it?" "–I have to go!" "–Where?" "I have to go!" "Oh, he has to go to the men's room." "I have to go!" "I have to take him to the men's room." "I don't have to pee." "It's 2:00." "I have piano lesson." "Oh, Keith, you can't go to your piano lesson today." "It's 2:00." "I have to go to my piano lesson!" "I have to go!" "I have to go." "You have to go." "Where am I?" "Uh, you're in my car." "Where am I?" "Uh, in the parking lot." "Where am I?" "At the police station." "Where am I?" "–Uh, in Los Angeles?" "–Where am I?" "–I..." "I..." "I don't know." "–Where am I?" "I don't know." "What's he pointing to?" "You want this?" "You want the GPS system?" "Is that what you want?" "–Turn it on." "–Where am I?" "It's your car." "How do you turn it on?" "I don't know." "It's new." "I don't know." "Is there an ON button?" "That's helpful." "Thank you." "There it goes." "Ok, ok." "Temple Street and Los Angeles Street." "North Spring Street, Los Angeles Street." "You know where you are now, Keith?" "150 North Los Angeles Street, Los Angeles, California, 90012." "I'm going to be late for my piano lesson." "Piano lesson." "Oh, god." "6,7,8,9,10." "Hey, where you been?" "Listening to the first 4 bars of the entertainer over and over for a full hour." "I took the kid to his piano lesson." "Listen, I need you to head over to the impound, check out the judge's car." "S. I. D's already been over the car." "No, I'm not looking for Forensics." "I want to know about the GPS system." "12 paces by 14 paces." "GPS system." "Yeah." "Um, heads up." "Pope's looking for you and not in a good way." "Thanks." "How long you think it'll take you to get back to me?" "Uh, how's an hour and a half sound?" "4 paces by 6 paces." "Like an eternity." "That's all I had that was fresh." "My dad is late." "He was supposed to pick me up from school." "Does he know where I am?" "Keith, uh, didn't your mom tell you anything about your dad?" "My mom lives in Phoenix." "33 North, 112 West." "You live by yourself." "You live alone." "That's right." "Have you ever visited your mom in Phoenix?" "Yes." "Did your dad drive you there?" "No." "We flew in an airplane." "My dad is late." "Uh, Keith, your dad's not gonna pick you up today." "Do you understand why?" "The man with the gun shot him." "That's right." "Do you remember that?" "Do you remember the man with the gun?" "I don't want to talk about that." "But you do understand what happened to your dad?" "Yes." "My dad is dead like grandma." "She's dead, too." "So you don't get to see them anymore." "No." "–Where is it?" "–Where's what?" "Where is dead?" "No." "No." "No..." "You need to take off that tie." "What?" "Excuse me?" "Keith doesn't like the color red." "Why is he still here?" "You need to take off your tie." "I just got off the phone with his mother who stopped by his foster home to see her son, only to find that he was not there and children services didn't know why." "No!" "She's a little upset." "I stopped by earlier this morning, but there was no answer." "I pulled in a big favor so that you could be the one to transfer him." "Now are you gonna charge him with something?" "Then you better tell me you're taking him right to his foster home." "I'm taking him right to his foster home." "GPS wasn't an option on a '94 Mercedes." "This is an after-market upgrade." "Usually, you only see a unit like this on a high-end yacht." "That would've been right up Keith's alley." "Why's that?" "Cause he's obsessed with geography." "Always likes to know exactly where he is." "Well, that's what's so great about this system." "The judge had it set to turn on automatically." "So as soon as you start the car, a voice comes on and tells you exactly where you are." "That must be why he freaked out in my car." "Mine doesn't go on automatically." "Hmm." "But the coolest thing is how precise it is." "Tells you exactly where you are in longitude and latitude to the thousandth of a degree." "Ok, what's the longitude and latitude of Mackey's house?" "34.113 North and 118.299 West." "Uh, what about Griffith Park?" "Where we found the body?" "34.132 North and 118.280 West." "Is all of L. A. 34 North and 118 West?" "Most of it." "A degree of longitude or latitude is pretty big." "Keith was only saying the numbers after the decimal point." "So 132 is really 34.132 and 280 is really 118.280." "Griffith Park." "The carjacker would've turned off the car to take the judge out to shoot him, and then when he turned the car back on, the GPS would announce automatically longitude and latitude." "What about 124.266?" "I thought that would've been the poker game, but... our killer made another stop." "According to Keith's numbers, the carjacker stopped right around here." "I can't believe our best lead came from Rain Man." "It was a joke." "Come on." "Is that what that was?" "Now why would someone who just shot a judge and has an autistic teen locked in the trunk of a stolen car come here?" "I don't know." "But at times like this," "I've always depended on the paranoia of shopkeepers." "3 of the shops have security cameras that give us partial views." "Now we got a few blind spots, but we've basically got it." "Ok, let's see it." "Black Mercedes 300 SE." "This is the judge's car." "Which makes this... our man." "Anyway, he was in there for 8 minutes and 20 seconds." "Long enough for a stiff drink." "Ok, let's freeze there." "Blow it up." "Could you make a copy of that, please?" "Everyone gets one." "Robbery Homicide, vice, your mother, everyone." "Check it against our short list." "Let's send someone over to the bar, please, see if we can put a name with this face." "Thank you." "Name's Jason Murphy." "About a year and a half ago, we busted his brother for carjacking." "Third strike." "Thompson gave him the maximum sentence..." "life." "Murphy insisted the whole time his brother was innocent." "Kind of flipped out at the sentencing, tried to go after Thompson." "–Any connection to Hoke?" "–You can bet on it." "Where do we find this Murphy?" "He moved to San Francisco 2 months ago." "Move him back." "Great." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Is Keith here?" "I went to the foster home." "They didn't know where he was." "Yes, he's here." "Can I see him?" "I'm afraid not just yet." "First, we need your son's help in identifying the suspect." "What?" "I don't really need your permission, Jillian, but I was hoping for your support." "Don't worry about Keith." "He'll just be looking at a monitor." "It's very important that we make sure we have the right man." "Just promise me that if he gets upset, you won't make him continue." "I promise." "Now you stay close by and check in in a couple hours." "That'll give me some time to see if I can't pull some strings at family court, maybe push up your custody hearing, ok?" "–Ok." "–Ok." "Thank you." "Ok, so some men are gonna show up on the tv, and I want you to tell me if you've seen any of them before." "It'll be just like earlier, except this time, the picture's will be on the screen." "Go ahead." "I believe we have a positive I. d." "Excuse me, Deputy Chief Johnson, are we gonna interview Murphy sometime today?" "Because some of us have families, things we need to do." "I'm not ready for him just yet." "All right, look, we got a partial print off the car." "We got his blood by the broken window glass." "What are you waiting for?" "When we picked up Murphy in San Francisco, he had $75,000 cash on him." "Where'd he get that and why did he stop at that intersection?" "I don't know." "Maybe he stopped to take a leak." "Or maybe that's where he got paid." "Ok, then, let's go ask him." "If you don't mind, lieutenant," "I like to have the answers before I ask questions." "Ok." "Yeah, like I told the other guy, he was in here on Wednesday night." "Did you catch him yet?" "Did he talk to anybody while he was in here?" "Nah, he just sat, had a shot, and took off." "You sure about that?" "Sure as I can be, I mean, we get pretty busy in here after 10:00, so he might have talked to someone." "Sanchez... come here." "Look." "Condom machine." "You got a quarter?" "Relax." "Over there." "Tao, we're gonna need a phone dump on this number." "Brenda, I am through covering your ass for today." "I've just spent way too long dealing with a justifiably pissed off mother." "You need to speak with this woman now." "Hi, Will." "I just found out that Jason Murphy made a phone call Wednesday night about 20 minutes after the murder." "Ok, good." "Can you prove conspiracy?" "I'm just getting ready to talk to him right now." "Great." "Terrific." "There's just one person I need you to speak with first." "Who?" "Jillian, I owe you an apology." "Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my own investigation that I just have blinders on to everything else." "I understand." "I have a child with the same problem." "Right." "Uh, anyway, I have some good news, and that is that I spoke to my friend at family court, and he's gonna shuffle some things around and put you to the head of the line." "Thank you." "Thank you." "How soon can I take Keith?" "Well, it should all be settled by tonight." "I just need you to fill out some paperwork, and you can use my office." "I forgot that the FBI's here today and I told them that they could use my office." "Shoot!" "Do you mind if I put you someplace else?" "–No." "–Ok." "Thank you so much." "I am so sorry." "This is the only room that's available." "Really, it's ok." "I'm fine." "Whatever helps speed things along." "Ok." "So, um..." "I have an interview right now, but as soon as the messenger arrives with the rest of your paperwork," "I told sergeant Gabriel to come and get me and I'll be all yours." "Door open or closed?" "Open's fine." "Open it is." "Hi." "My lawyer said not to talk to anybody." "Really?" "Well, she'll be here in a few minutes." "In the meantime, you don't have to talk, you can just listen." "Here is the story that the DA. is going to tell the jury at your murder trial." "You hated judge Thompson because he put your brother away for life." "So on Wednesday night, you followed him to a poker game." "You waited." "You smoked 3 cigarettes, the filters of which are now as rich in DNA as they are in nicotine." "Are you following me?" "–No..." "–shh shh shh." "You then carjacked the judge, but were surprised to find his 15-year-old son in the backseat." "You then forced the judge to drive to Griffith Park, shot him twice." "The kid freaked out so you stuck him in the trunk of the car." "That's how you got that cut on your lip." "He doesn't like being touched." "Then you stopped at the roost, made a phone call, drove to L. A. X., left the kid in the trunk of the car, and headed home to San Francisco." "Here's your flight manifest." "Oh." "Shh." "3 parliament cigarettes equals lying in wait, which equals death penalty." "–Death..." "–Please, Mr Murphy, don't talk." "However, if someone hired you, to kill the judge and you were willing to tell me that person's name... oh, I shouldn't have said "tell."" "I'm sorry." "My fault." "If you were willing to write down the name of that person..." "I guarantee you that the state of California will not charge you for any crime." "I'll confirm this information, and then our deal is good." "Let's get Hoke warmed up." "I hope you've been paying attention, sergeant Gabriel, she can teach you a thing or two." "Yes, sir." "About interrogation." "I mean, don't pay any attention to the other stuff." "No, sir." "So here's the rest of your paperwork." "We just have to dot the I's and cross the T's." "Um, let's see." "Here's some contact information." "–Uh, is this still your permanent address?" "–Yes." "–And this your home phone?" "–Yes." "–And this your cell phone?" "–No." "Really?" "You didn't buy a prepaid cell phone at Circle K in Tempe 2 weeks ago?" "No." "Oh." "Ok." "Well, so the court's major concern is your financial history, and apparently, you recently withdrew $75,000 all in increments under $10,000." "What was that for?" "I just bought a house and I'm fixing it up so Keith can have his own room when he visits." "Home improvements." "Ok." "And how long have you known this man?" "I've never seen him before." "Really?" "Then why did he call you 20 minutes after he murdered your husband?" "I..." "I don't think I should say any more." "These are the Kaufmans." "They have 3 foster children already, and they live in this 4 –bedroom house in Echo Park." "34.123 north latitude, 118.342 east longitude." "Do those numbers mean anything to you?" "Because yesterday you had no idea." "Anyway, one of their kids was just busted recently for selling drugs." "Keith will be sharing a room with him." "Why are you doing this to me?" "And this is the Sloane group home." "They have a $50 million endowment." "They specialize in taking care of children with special needs." "They also have 2 on-site occupational therapists for autism." "What do you want from me?" "–I want you to choose." "–Choose what?" "Where Keith will be living while you're in prison." "–This is crazy." "I don't..." "–and this is Jason Murphy's handwriting." "I asked him who paid him to kill the judge, and he wrote down "Jillian Thompson."" "Now's the time in the interview where I read you your rights." "You have the right to remain silent." "in a court of law." "You have the right to an attorney... did you turn that on?" "No, that was her." "Do you understand these rights?" "Now, you can either get an attorney and I'll go straight to children services or, we can keep talking and you tell me the truth." "Lie to me one more time, and you can kiss the Sloane house goodbye." "Michael was hurting Keith." "He was trying to force him to be a regular kid." "He's not a regular kid." "Do you have any idea how brutal the children in his class are?" "How much they ridicule him?" "Kids can be cruel." "How do you know Jason Murphy?" "He called the house once." "He threatened Michael." "So you knew he wouldn't be morally opposed to murdering your husband and you offered him $75,000 to do it." "Yes." "Why did Murphy call you later that night?" "He was upset." "Keith wasn't supposed to be in the car." "He wanted more money before he would tell me where he was." "So when you called judge Thompson's cell phone, you knew that the police would answer and you'd have an excuse to come to L. A. to pay him." "You are a piece of work." "Michael was a son of a bitch." "He didn't care about Keith or me." "He cared about winning." "He got to every divorce lawyer in town." "No one would represent me." "I didn't stand a chance." "You're not a mother." "You don't know how it feels." "I had to sit in that courtroom and hear them tell me that I wasn't fit to raise... my own child... the child that I gave birth to." "When Michael took away Keith... he took away my life." "I guess now we're even." "Hi." "You told me he was being held in west L. A. I was in traffic for 2 hours." "Did I say that?" "Oh, I'm so sorry." "I've been so scattered today." "Um, but don't worry, Mr Murphy didn't say a word, and, like I promised, I'm not gonna charge you with anything." "Um, do I get to keep the 75 grand?" "Sure." "Why not?" "My client is free to go?" "Well, uh, no." "Um, not exactly." "This is special agent Howard." "Um, he works with the FBI, and, um, we happen to be dating." "Now I said I wasn't gonna charge you with anything and I won't, but, um, there's a new law making carjacking a federal offense, and I believe it has the death penalty attached to it." "Mr Howard here will fill you in on all the details." "Thank you again so much for all your help." "I never get tired of saying this." "You have the right to remain silent." "Anything you say can or may be used against you in the court of law." "Where am I?" "Where am I?" "Where am I?" "Where are you taking him⁈" "They're taking him to Sloane house, Brenda, like we agreed." "–What⁈ Now?" "–Yes." "Where am I?"