"morning, chief." "sergeant." "one of the divers repairing docks out here saw something trapped under the floaters." "went in for a closer look, turned out to be two dead bodies." "harbor division's taking the guy's statement right now." "no i. d. anywhere." "and from the rate of slippage, i'd say the bodies had been in this water for about two weeks." "so we can't even say anything definite about their race or sex." "but considering what was left of their clothes, i'd say we're probably dealing with an adult woman and a 4 to 6-year-old girl." "tied together." "might be mother and daughter." "we found a diving belt beneath them." "might have slipped off as they decomposed or didn't have enough weight to counteract the gasses as they bloated." "and the little girl's knapsack... looks to be from japan." "thank you, commander." "and, harbor division will be staying here?" "until you're through." "yes, ma'am." "thank you." "ok, lieutenant flynn." "this is a nasty piece of work, but let's get to it." "i didn't see any civilian vehicles in the immediate vicinity." "let's see if any were towed from here in the last 30 days." "detective daniels and sergeant-- no. detective sanchez." "let's talk to the owners of these boats, please, and get background checks on whoever has been using the slips here." "sergeant gabriel, if you could get the ball rolling with missing persons." "thank you." "chief." "i just saw the bodies, and they are literally falling apart." "best to get them over to dental x-ray as quickly as possible." "thank you." "chief..." "honestly... there's nothing to see." "i have to look at them anyway." "thank you, lieutenant." "could you please make sure all their personal effects make it to the murder room." "i want that little girl's knapsack gone over with a fine-tooth comb." "lieutenant tao." "go ahead." "where are the adult's shoes?" "not found." "maybe she kicked them off before she jumped in." "why?" "she wasn't going for a swim." "bits of her dress floated down to the bottom but not her shoes?" "lieutenant tao." "why did commander taylor seem to be briefing you instead of me when he was talking about how the bodies were tied together?" "oyaka-shinju." "oyaka-shinju is a form of japanese murder/suicide." "usually when a mother kills herself." "takes her child with her." "taylor's father had a similar case down by the santa monica pier back in the seventies." "oyaka-shinju." "is it... is it common?" "it's not unheard of." "usually a spate of them together." "like after world war ii." "widows hurled themselves off mountains tied to their daughters because they were told americans would rape them." "well, i always thought... you're chinese, aren't you?" "yeah. japanese wife." "surgeon's knots." "nylon cord." "lasts longer than flesh." "might have stayed down there forever if this weight belt hadn't slipped off." "lieutenant tao, could you please go with the bodies to the morgue?" "make sure that they get moved through quickly." "sure thing, chief." "hey, chief." "uh, so nothing's been towed from here in over a year." "and this is off the bus route, too." "so how did she get here?" "with a child, carrying a diving belt, without shoes?" "let's check the... cab companies and car services please because whoever she was, she didn't walk here barefoot all the way from japan." "japan?" "ta-ka-hash-i-a-ko." "tak-a-hashi-ako." "here. let me look at it." "oh, yeah, like you could say it better." "get your ass off my desk." "lieutenant provenza found a boarding pass folded up in a coin purse in the little girl's knapsack." "flight number, date, airline." "except, all the names run together." "we don't know where the first one ends, and the last name begins." "airline says it was leg one of a round-trip ticket except we can't get the entry forms from customs 'cause we can't spell the name properly." "brenda: where was she coming in from?" "narita international." "it's tokyo." "any update on the bodies yet?" "got the dental work done, but they had been underwater too long to determine how they died." "maybe drowned, maybe dead when they hit the water." "can't tell. but i can help you with this though." "looks like... two names run together." "whose is it?" "we think it's the little girl's." "uh, surnames go first in china, japan, korea." "like flynn, andy." "johnson, brenda." "see?" "takahashi is a name associated with the prefecture of tokyo." "last name takahashi." "t-a-k-a-h-a-s-h-i." "given name, misspelled." "needs an "i. "" "aiko takahashi." "daniels: first name, aiko. a-i-k-o." "probably tourists." "why would a mother fly from tokyo to los angeles on a round-trip ticket to commit suicide?" "any indication on how she got to wharf street yet?" "no car service, no cab, no limos." "daniels: customs." "customs is faxing." "yes. the form will read traveled with yumi takahashi." "y-u-m-i. age 28." "aiko, her daughter, 4." "ok, the custom form lists the residence where they said they were staying during their trip." "in the 90048 zip code and a phone number." "maybe they have family here." "let me do a master inquiry on that." "she has a house in l. a. , how come she has round-trip tickets back to tokyo?" "and why hasn't anyone reported her missing or the little girl?" "yumi takahashi has a california driver's license, a silver camry registered in her name." "same address listed on her customs form." "owns the house." "license plate's coming up." "she lives here." "not anymore." "brenda: ok, let's do it like this." "first, if she was flying back to tokyo, we may be looking for the missing persons report in the wrong country." "detective daniels, let's see if anyone reported our victims missing in japan." "detective sanchez, get the plates of the car and the picture off her license and start dragging the airport security cameras." "remember, she had a little girl with her." "i want a background check on yumi." "credit cards, schools, criminal records, whatever you can find." "sergeant gabriel, let's pay a visit to her house." "lieutenant flynn, if you and lieutenant provenza could follow behind us and a little out of sight in case no one's home when we drop by." "thank you." "flynn: we're stopping at the end of the block." "how far away are you?" "we're about 3 doors down." "look, that's yumi's car pulling out right there." "what do you want me to do?" "turn around and follow him." "hey, guys, be advised, we have an unidentified white male subject driving the victim's car from the house." "we're on them now." "flynn: someone might be stealing that car." "should we come in closer or stay back?" "just sit tight." "let's see where he's going first." "maybe we should pull him over." "no. not yet." "i don't know who he is." "he could be a relative." "he could be her husband." "he could be anybody." "could be chopping it." "he gets out and goes inside, it might be our last time to see him." "don't say anything about homicide." "for the time being, we're just regular lapd." "uh, excuse me, sir." "lapd, sir." "may we see your driver's license please." "sure. yeah. uh... i believe i was driving the speed limit." "yes. you were, mr... andrews, but you were driving the speed limit in a car registered to someone else, and you were taking it to a body shop, which is the preferred destination of most stolen vehicles." "yes, but this car belongs to my wife, and this particular body shop happens to be my business." "i own it, so... nothing to worry about there." "i see." "well, if we could talk to your wife, i'm sure we could clear this up." "oh, i'm sorry." "she's in japan." "but i can get her registration and the insurance." "i'd prefer if you didn't attempt to get back in the car, sir." "your wife kept her own name?" "uh... yes." "yes, she did." "what are we doing here?" "this is probably a huge waste of time, but the lapd is conducting a search of area chop shops, and whenever we find someone in a car other than their own, we are required to impound the vehicle" "and bring the driver downtown for questioning." "you're kidding." "it's just until we can determine official ownership of the vehicle, sir." "i mean, you'd be surprised how many people lie to us on a given day." "but i could just show you my wife's registration." "would you happen to have your marriage license handy, too, sir?" "no. i'm afraid i don't." "look, um... i know these chop shops can be a bother, but i have 100 percent cooperation record with the lapd." "if you don't mind just checking your files, i'm sure none of this would be necessary." "i'm afraid it is, sir." "i apologize." "we can get this fixed up in a minute." "i promise." "better safe than sorry, i suppose." "it's all right if i step inside and tell my assistant i'll be missing lunch?" "go right ahead, sir." "all right." "the japanese consulate is working on getting us the dental records." "all i've told them so far is that the victims drowned." "we don't know that." "we can't say what happened to them." "right, so, why have you brought the husband in already and put him in an interview room?" "don't you want a definite id on the victims before you start asking andrews questions?" "well, of course, that's what i want." "frankly, it seems to me we don't even know enough yet to tell him that yumi and aiko are dead." "let alone treat him like a suspect." "it's completely backwards, will." "is that what you want me to say?" "normally, we get notified by a relative that people are missing, and we search until we find the bodies, now we're finding the bodies, checking to see if anyone's reported them missing while searching for a relative to notify." "it's... it's out of order." "but andrews is driving his wife's car to work." "do we arrest people for that now?" "i didn't arrest him." "i brought him in for questioning." "and what did you want me to do, will?" "what if he's guilty of the murder of his wife and child?" "what if he's not?" "shouldn't he know what's going on?" "look, i'm just stalling the notification until i get a match on the dental records." "so please, just don't... don't tell me how to run this case." "so lax has got no record of yummi takahashi-- yumi." "yumi." "takahashi's car going into or out of the airport." "ok." "i need you to check terminal security tapes yourself." "according to the airline, they had three bags checked through." "mr. andrews here might have been waiting for them at the luggage carousel." "lieutenant provenza, we need to find out if yumi and aiko ever made it to their house." "check the car services, shuttles, horse and buggies running from the airport." "someone picked them up." "lieutenant flynn, i need you to execute a search warrant of yumi's house." "what am i looking for?" "everything." "their luggage." "information related to their travel." "suicide note." "also, these are pictures that lieutenant tao took of what we dredged up from the harbor around the bodies." "see if you can find a mate to that lamp." "another striped sleeping bag." "computer that goes with this monitor." "you got it." "thank you." "sergeant gabriel, i want a complete criminal background check on paul andrews." "if he was sent to the principal's office for chewing gum, i want to know about it." "uh, i want the rest of you to stay close by." "in case stuff comes up in there that i need you to follow up on." "and, buzz, i want every update as it comes in." "yes, ma'am." "i'm sorry." "on top of everything else, our computers are down." "huh, naturally." "and i have to, um... this is a bit of a bureaucratic boilerplate, but, um, i have to say it." "you have the right to an attorney." "if you can't afford an attorney, the state will provide you with one." "also, you have the right to remain silent." "anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." "do you understand these rights?" "i do. are you really gonna arrest me for driving my wife's car to work?" "well, no, but, uh... if you could put us in touch with her, that would save a lot of time." "finding yumi's a bit more on your shoulders than mine." "i talked to the lapd several times last february asking for help with that." "i was told there's nothing you can do." "oh, really, why is that?" "well, apparently, you have no legal authority in these situations." "what kind of situations?" "well, i'll just go over the whole thing again then, shall i?" "i left home for work 6 months ago one morning, and when i got back, yumi had packed up and gone with my daughter to japan." "you reported her missing?" "no, no." "i reported her gone." "she left a note." "she said she had no choice but to raise our child in tokyo." "she's an adult, of course." "she can change her mind about her marriage." "people do, but... taking our daughter with her." "i thought that was illegal, but... it's not 'cause i'm not a u. s. citizen, which incidentally is why the car is still in yumi's name." "house and business, too." "i'm so sorry about your trouble and that you have to make all these payments for things you don't own." "not to have anything that's yours." "well, that's not exactly true." "i do have my own storage facility, a rather large one." "the garage just got too small for our cars and my past lives, so i boxed myself up on sunset boulevard." "detective daniels has a storage facility, and she tells me whenever she needs to find something, she has to nearly take the entire day off to sort through it all." "yeah." "yeah, well. you have to be organized about it." "daniels is going for a warrant." "so, um... you couldn't talk your wife into coming back home?" "no, i haven't talked to her at all." "i called her parents." "they insist that they don't know where she is." "they're lying, of course." "what can i do?" "right, right. i know." "not your problem." "british consulate said it couldn't do anything either." "lieutenant tao here has good relations with the british consulate." "might be able to push things through when we're done here." "i'm on it." "lieutenant tao is checking with the consulate right now." "do you suppose it would do any good?" "i mean, they couldn't care less about me if i was french." "we'll see what we can do." "that certainly would be ironic, wouldn't it?" "after all this." "i mean, i'm only here today because i took yumi's car to work instead of mine." "oh." "i thought you said you didn't own anything." "oh, i don't. it's leased." "a mercedes." "yumi's family were coming last year, and i wanted to impress them." "a lot of good that did." "what... i hear a buzzing sound." "do you hear a buzz?" "getting detective sanchez right now." "i assume you want him to run the mercedes plates around the airport?" "i'm sorry." "what were we, um... oh, right. yumi's parents." "they came and they didn't like you." "no. nothing i said was good enough for her father." "and yumi seemed ashamed of me." "frankly, i'm so angry at her i don't even know if i want to speak to her again." "but my daughter is so young." "she's just tow weeks and two days shy of her fifth birthday." "every day she's gone, i can feel her just... forgetting me." "what's her name?" "aiko." "got a picture." "or two." "my little charmer." "there she is." "boy trouble." "that's my prediction for her." "look at that smile." "i kept the letter yumi wrote me saying good-bye." "so andrews has no criminal record in the states, and i. n. s. gave him a clean bill of health when he applied for his visa." "did you find anything on him?" "his story about the british consulate checks out." "and the guy i talked to there said andrews was so insistent about getting his daughter back, they actually had the family contacted by their ambassador to japan." "but the takahashis insisted they didn't know where there daughter was." "now, see, then that's funny because it was the father who reported yumi and aiko missing" "5 days ago when they didn't come back from l. a." "so she had been in japan." "yeah, and now she's in the morgue." "aiko and yumi's dental records." "perfect match." "oh, and sergeant, please inform her ladyship that i can't find any transport for these two from the airport." "that's horrible." "that's horrible to leave a letter like this." "yumi should've spoken to you in person." "you carry it around with you." "do you find that odd?" "maybe it is." "still, it might be the last i ever hear from her." "i don't know." "even though it is rather unkind i can't bring myself to part with it." "i wonder if we made the right decision." "hey, chief." "we got a match on the dental records from the morgue." "it is this guy's wife and daughter, but his story checks out, and detective sanchez says they have no record of his mercedes at the airport either." "i should've just kept quiet and nodded." "anyway... it seems we've come rather a long way from talking about my wife's car and chop shops." "yes, we have." "yes." "so, you haven't seen them since your wife took your daughter to japan?" "no." "um, is this gonna take much longer, do you think?" "i ought to be getting back to work." "and really, i mean, if you have an in with the british consulate, then that's great, but i feel like i've talked about my family enough." "so if i told you that yumi and aiko came to los angeles from tokyo" "20 days ago, you'd be very surprised." "well... oh, my god. this isn't about a car, is it?" "what are you playing at?" "do you know something about the whereabouts of my wife and daughter?" "so yumi and aiko didn't come to your house from the airport?" "no. where is my daughter?" "when was the last time you had-- answer the bloody question, woman." "where is my daughter?" "i'm sorry to inform you-- no." "sir." "it is my duty to inform you that your wife and daughter were found tied together at the bottom of the los angeles harbor this morning, and it appears, that they have been dead for over two weeks." "i'm sorry, um..." "i'm trying to understand." "i, uh... i don't think i believe you." "actually, what, you're saying that aiko's... she's... dead?" "i'm sorry, sir." "she is." "it's a mistake." "you made a mistake." "it must be." "that's my little girl." "that's my little girl." "excuse me." "stay in here." "chief, we've come up dry everywhere else, but flynn found something out at andrews' house that we... we thought you might like to see." "who is that?" "meet andrews' new girlfriend and her son." "they moved into his house two months ago." "hello." "keiko. i'm deputy chief brenda leigh johnson of the lapd." "um... you're living with paul andrews now, is that right?" "yes." "how long ago did you two meet?" "um, almost 3 month." "i meet him online." "paul very nice man." "he take care of us." "we not be able to do anything without him." "maybe i have to go back to japan." "did you know that paul was married?" "yes." "yes. i'm married, too." "my husband beat me." "he beat my son." "paul's wife leave him." "he not want to think it, but she could be seeing other man." "japanese man." "yumi not coming back." "i read her letter." "but yumi did come back." "she came back about 3 weeks ago, and i'm thinking that she might have arranged to be driven back to her house." "are you home during the day?" "yes." "unless i shop." "and did yumi and aiko come back to their house while you were there?" "no." "they not come back." "it my house now." "excuse me." "commander." "i saw the background search sergeant gabriel filed, and i thought you might like to know that even though paul andrews has no criminal record," "6 years ago, his first wife disappeared." "one wife missing is a tragedy, but two." "we worked it as a critical missing." "i watched the interviews, chief, and i got to say, he seemed genuine." "and he had a rock-solid alibi." "first wife's name is hosi?" "right. and everyone said how very much in love they were." "and hosi was never found?" "no. and we looked for her, too. everywhere." "here, japan, mexico." "why mexico?" "we found her abandoned car at the gloria arboretum." "grounds keeper there had a rape record, and he lit out to guadalajara before we could question him." "this rapist, he was an expert landscaper." "he could've buried hosi anywhere between here and mexico unless that's her." "could almost be her twin sister." "well, i think if nothing else, it's fair to say paul andrews had a type, or the girl he falls in love with keeps rising from the dead." "ok, thank you very much, commander." "sergeant gabriel, if you could keep an eye on keiko for me, please, and call detective sanchez and have him start dragging the short-term parking structure video near the terminal yumi and aiko flew into." "thank you." "yes, ma'am." "so, how did andrews take the news about his wife and daughter?" "terrible." "he was stunned." "so, are we absolutely certain it's him, or is there a possibility he's telling the truth?" "i don't know." "i don't know." "excuse me." "i should like to go home now, and i'll need a ride since you have my car." "and i think an apology might be in order." "i am sorry." "and i understand that your feelings are raw right now, but the truth is-- please, you have no idea how i feel." "and do not presume to talk to me about the truth since you brought me here on entirely false pretenses." "and have done nothing but lie to me-- ... discuss in a case like this." "mr. andrews, in insist you listen to me, and right this second, because we are trying to figure out how your second wife ended up at the bottom of the harbor with your daughter tied to her waist," "and it is your duty to help us." "and then there is the matter of your girlfriend and her son who you moved into your house after your wife disappeared." "my wife did not disappear." "she went to japan." "i've been through this." "i'm sorry. it's confusing." "i'm getting your last wife mixed up with your first, who most definitely disappeared." "your second wife left you and was recovered this morning dead, and your girlfriend is in my office right now." "that is the correct order, isn't it, mr. andrews?" "it's hard to say because they look so much alike." "well, since you've decided to make this day even worse than necessary, which is apparently your purpose on earth, i'll see if i can explain things to your satisfaction." "yes, i have a girlfriend." "after 3 months of searching for my wife, i looked online for someone to spend time with, and keiko, who looks awfully like yumi, who looks awfully like hosi, who disappeared after our first... year of marriage" "and to make me go through this." "this is the most painful period of my life, and it's not even an hour after telling me my daughter is dead." "it is inhuman." "let's go through it quickly then." "very well." "quickly." "paul: until my daughter was born, i would say that hosi was the true... love of my life." "more than that, i admired her." "she was beautiful and talented and... if i am guilty of anything, it is of trying to re-create my first marriage over and over again, choosing women because of their physical resemblance to hosi, and possibly that hasn't worked out for me," "but to a degree, we are our patterns." "i remember." "someone... i think it was my first latin master, he told me that if you were locked in a library of the world's miseries you would be led almost inexorably to choose your own because it's the pain" "you're familiar with." "still... isn't 3 months a little early to start dating again?" "oh, really." "well, i am dreadfully sorry that i didn't know you when i was sitting in my house alone night after night drinking until the glass fell out of my hand." "how long does the lapd require someone to remain alone after they've been dumped and abandoned and had their family ripped apart?" "have i violated some proscribed waiting period?" "is it your intention to make me feel even worse about my daughter's death than i already do?" "you read my wife's letter." "was it vague to you?" "she left me. what was i supposed to do, sit in my house for the rest of my life waiting for the divorce papers?" "are we sure it's him?" "i will say, she usually catches them in a lie a lot sooner than this." "paul: by all means, miss johnson, counsel me." "what have i done wrong?" "let's talk for a second about, um... this morning." "yumi and aiko were tied together in a manner indicating a form of ritual japanese suicide known as oyaka-shinju." "that's ridiculous." "yumi would never, never-- never hurt our daughter." "she lived for her." "what if she found out that you were living with another woman?" "she wouldn't have." "what if she came back and saw keiko living in her house?" "she couldn't have." "keiko would've told me." "i'm certain." "did yumi have any connection to the los angeles harbor?" "yeah. we were married there at ports-of-call." "are you implying that she may have killed herself there as a... a signal to me?" "these are the last boxes from the storage unit." "no luggage, huh?" "uh-uh." "no sleeping bags, no lamps, no furniture, no computer." "this is paul and hosi's wedding album." "hosi, his first wife." "they got married at the gloria arboretum." "pretty garden, isn't it?" "it's nice." "uh, we also unpacked some diving stuff, a wet suit and a face mask, but it's not really incriminating." "hey." "found something at the airport." "so i'm looking at the tape." "i see this guy in a service van leaving the airport parking structure." "and he's got yumi and aiko with him." "shouldn't she know about this?" "chief, detective sanchez found film from the airport we need you to see." "ok." "i think it's time for us to take a break." "are you hungry or thirsty?" "is there anything i can get you while i'm out?" "there's nothing you can do for me." "nothing." "ok." "back in a minute." "sanchez:" "now here comes the van." "you can't make out the driver, but that's yumi with aiko on her lap." "i need this van and the guy who drives it, and i need him now!" "flynn, gabriel." "donny, is it." "your name is donny?" "yes, ma'am." "you know why you're here?" "no. no idea." "really?" "well, let me explain it to you then." "you're here because of cameras." "cameras?" "they're everywhere nowadays, did you know that?" "since 9/11, taking pictures of people leaving parking garages and stuff like that." "i'm gonna open the back of your van." "is that ok?" "what do you want to do that for?" "why, you got something in there you don't want us to see?" "stand over here and lose that attitude." "ok, ok, ok, uh... i hit another car, and i drove away." "i fled the scene, but i didn't hurt anyone." "where's your other sleeping bag?" "you hear the lady, where's your other sleeping bag?" "!" "how do you know i had another sleeping bag?" "it was stolen after i had the accident in the van." "look, can't i just say i'm sorry and pay?" "cuff this bastard and read him his rights." "hey, hey, lady." "wait." "shut up and listen!" "it was an accident!" "i'll pay for it." "you have the right to remain silent." "i did just as much damage to my van-- wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute." "you said you had an accident?" "yes. yes, i scraped it pretty bad." "i dented the rear and the side." "where's the damage to your van?" "i had it fixed." "i never reported it to the insurance company." "i paid cash." "what's the name of the body shop you took it to?" "i think you have enough for an arrest." "you have yumi's shoes." "andrews had possession of the vehicle when his wife and daughter were picked up at the airport." "the diving stuff connects him to the belt." "he stole that sleeping bag from the van, and he dropped his wife and daughter off in it over the edge of a pier." "the problem is i have no physical evidence." "nothing... at all." "plus any decent defense attorney can provide a credible alternative suspect thanks to our good friend donny." "it was his van, he has the sleeping bags." "there's no way to establish the time of death." "we were hoping we would find something in all this that would tie him to the murder, but it's all just stuff." "stop, stop." "stop." "stop, stop." "opening those boxes." "stop." "why?" "these boxes prove he did it." "do you know what's in them?" "brenda:" "i don't need to know." "take those three unopened boxes and meet me outside the interview room." "thank you." "i've had enough." "really, i'm exhausted and sick to my stomach, and i need to go home." "please have a seat, sir." "we have just one more thing to deal with." "i'm sorry, really." "i'm all played out for the day." "i have friends and relatives i need to call, and i should like to see the bodies if that can be arranged." "we'll get to that in a minute." "do you know what these are, sir?" "yes. you have no right to be going through my personal life." "as a matter of fact, i have every right to go through your personal life, but i have to tell you, sir, it is not a place i'd like to linger." "how am i supposed to know these boxes are yours?" "well, you got them from my storage facility." "obviously." "that only proves that you possessed them." "how can i be sure that you're the proper owner?" "well, for one thing i can tell you what's in them." "see this one, "cc"?" "china cups wrapped in old newspapers." "so be careful with it if you don't mind, and in this one, old video games from the mid-nineties "vg. "" "so if i opened up this box and didn't find china cups, you'd be very surprised?" "i would." "why is that?" "because i packed them myself." "i don't believe you." "well, it's the truth." "you swear to it?" "on my life." "you know what's interesting about that, mr. andrews?" "is that when you packed up these boxes, you used nylon cord made with surgeon's knots, and it's the exact same type of cord, and the exact same kind of knots that you used to tie the body" "of your wife to that of your daughter before strapping on a diving belt and dumping them into the ocean." "i found film of your wife and daughter being picked up from the airport." "ok, now he looks like a liar." "they were sitting in the front seat of a van that was supposedly in your body shop the night that yumi and aiko arrived from japan." "and you know what, mr. andrews, i'm starting to get a really good picture of you with a needle in your arm." "so now comes the time when we stop lying to each other and start telling each other the absolute truth." "i can either arrest you for first degree murder with the special circumstance of lying in wait, which carries with it the death penalty, or i can bring the d. a. in here, and you can confess," "maybe even save your life, which is a chance your wife and daughter never had." "all i want to know... really... is why?" "did you kill yumi and aiko because you had a new girlfriend, or was it to save your house and your business?" "is that it?" "did you murder your child to avoid splitting up your assets?" "do i really seem like such a monster to you?" "you look human enough." "are you gonna tell me why you killed your wife and daughter?" "i have nothing to explain, and even if i did, you wouldn't understand." "what about your first wife hosi?" "what happened to her?" "i never... laid a hand upon her." "i never touched her except to love her." "i'd never... hurt... hosi. never." "all right, then." "i'll just stick with what i can prove." "you smart enough to make a deal with the d. a. ?" "or should i arrest you for murder one?" "he admitted to poisoning his wife and child with cyanide--mm-- putting them in a sleeping bag, tying them up to make it look like a ritual suicide, and dumping them in the ocean." "and this deputy d. a. -- and i told him, i said," ""paul andrews is a pathological liar. "" "so what does he do?" "in exchange for a confession?" "two terms of first-degree murder." "but concurrent." "not consecutive." "paul andrews is gonna get parole one day." "i know it." "there's a way around that." "how?" "bring him to trial." "i can't do that." "he's already made a deal with the d. a." "plus it's only so much we can do to him because the japanese helped us with their dental records." "japanese helped you with the bodies you found in the harbor." "what about the first wife?" "the one he married at the gloria arboretum?" "he said we're all creatures of patterns." "buried his second wife where he married her." "what about the first wife?"