"We need to talk..." "What about?" "I've been giving this a lot of thought and I'm sorry, but..." "I need to move on." "Move...move on?" "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean." "We just spent the whole afternoon together." "We held each other and you said you loved me and you said that..." "Don't make this any harder than it has to be." ""A KILLER upstairs"" "Vivian." "This doesn't make any sense!" "This doesn't make any sense!" "What did I do?" "I told you from the beginning This wouldn't last forever." "I thought things had changed." "I thought we were going to go away together." "Stop it, Michael." "Vivian!" "I don't understand." "Why are you doing this?" "Come on, grow up." "You know I'm married." "So that's it." "You just decide it's over and I don't get a say?" "Michael." "Don't act this way." "You even told me all that stuff about your husband." "You said you'd never met anyone like me before." "And I meant all those things." "You're a great kid." "That's all I am?" "I'm just some kid you call when your husband's not home." "Vivian." "You never cared about me." "Michael." "I didn't want to hurt you." "Michael." "Shut up!" "Just shut up!" "No Michael!" "Don't!" "Michael!" "I'm home, Michael." "Michael?" "Michael?" "You have two messages." "Yeah, Michael, this is Mr.Shuster." "You were supposed to be at my house this afternoon to detail the car, but, well, you're not here." "Give me a call, please." "We need to talk about this." "Michael?" "Michael!" "Good night." "Wait a minute." "Come here." "What?" "Where have you been?" "It's after eleven o'clock." "Nowhere." "You know the judge said you had to be back by eight." "Mom." "Don't start with me tonight, okay?" "Mr. Shuster called." "I forgot." "Have you been drinking?" "What is the matter with you, Michael?" "What if the police had stopped you?" "We are not done having this conversation." "Vivian?" "Nick, could you bring that upstairs for me, please?" "Yes, sir." "Honey?" "What?" "Viv?" "No!" "Vivian!" "Call 9-1-1!" "Hurry!" "Viv." "You look hung over." "I'm gonna be late for school." "Michael, I want to know what's going on with you." "Noting, Mom." "Why aren't you taking your pills?" "What are you doing?" "Counting them?" "You know what the doctor said." "Mom, the doctor is wrong." "I don't need to be medicated." "Yeah, but you know." "Mom, okay, I know." "Sonya Fay is live on the scene and has the detail." "Sonya..." "Okay, look I know you hate having this conversation." "I'm just, I'm worried about you, all right?" "Michael, this is really important." "Are you listening to me Michael?" "David Jamison, the owner of the park Alliance Hotel chain," "Returned home to find what police describe as a grisly scene." "My God." "A spokesperson for the police said that the investigation... is still In a very early stage, and right now they have no suspects." "Weren't you supposed to go over there yesterday?" "What?" "To David and Vivian Jamison's, to work on their cars?" "Yeah, No, I didn't..." "We'll have more on this story as it unfolds." "Live from Bryn Mawr, I'm Sonia Fay." "Back to you, John." "It's unbelievable." "I mean, we just sold her a car a few weeks ago." "Who would do such a ting?" "Michael, your breakfast!" "No, Michael!" "Don't!" "Michael!" "Aside from the housekeeper and the guy who cleaned the pool, is there anyone else who was in the house regularly?" "I just can't think right now." "Well, there was the kid that detailed our cars." "His name is Michael." "We hooked up with him through the dealership." "Vivian would know how to get in" "Your wife made quite a name for herself." "High-profile model." "Yeah." "She ever talk about problems with her work?" "People who didn't like her?" "Everybody liked Vivian." "What about the public?" "Any stalkers?" "No, not that I know of." "Ernie?" "Lab." "Excuse me." "Boy." "Mr. Jamison you told us that you were in Chicago for three days." "Is that correct?" "Yes." "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but, it appears that your wife was having sexual relations, shortly before her death." "She was raped?" "Preliminary autopsy doesn't reveal any signs of bruising or struggle." "No." "Vivian would never cheat on me." "No!" "With whom?" "We don't know yet." "Is there anyone that you" "Dad!" "Ashley!" "I was delayed getting out of Raleigh." "Sorry." "I'm so sorry about Viv." "Detective, this is my daughter, Ashley." "She's, attending classes at Whittendale." "Detective..." "Bruning." "Bruning is in charge of the investigation." "My condolences about your mother." "Step-mother." "Ashley's mother passed away about four years ago." "This is my partner, Detective Feria." "Do you know anything yet?" "There'll be an autopsy." "But it looks like she was beaten with a blunt object." "What can I do?" "Well, you and your father can start by making up a list of, anything that might be missing from the house." "Of course." "If you could give us a list of her friend, colleagues, ex-boyfriends." "I don't know any ex-boyfriends." "Smooth." "Call the airport and get a hold of that limo driver." "Let's make sure Mr. Jamison was where he says he was." "Right." "It's unbelievable." "We should send them something." "They were one of our best clients." "Yeah, I already had Kelly order some flowers." "Poor man." "Can you imagine?" "Coming home and finding you wife" "I know, we were speechless when we found out about it." "That's right." "Michael knew them, too." "Yeah, we were shocked." "Sandra?" "You've got a call on line two." "Just a sec." "It's the police." "Detective Bruning from Homicide." "Hello?" "This is Sandra." "Hey, dude, you're hogging the machine." "You should give someone else a chance." "What is it with you lately, Nowlin?" "Hit me." "I dare ya." "Freakin' nut job." "Hey!" "Nowlin!" "Jensen!" "I'll see you both in detention after Seventh period?" "Principal's office just called." "They need you up there, Michael." "Why?" "Now." "Thank you, Mr. Reed." "Hey, Michael," "I'm detective Bruning, this is Detective Feria." "Why don't you take a seat?" "Michael, we need to know where you were last night, between about six and eleven." "I, went to see a seven-fifteen show at the Cine-Fair." "I snuck in, and I saw the movie twice." "Anybody see you there?" "I said I snuck in, so if anyone saw me I would have gotten kicked out." "Did you ever go inside the Jamison's house, when you were detailing their cars?" "Bunch of times." "Why?" "To get drink, go to the bathroom." "Sometimes I helped Vivian with the groceries." "Ok." "Were you ever in her bedroom?" "Maybe." "To like fix something, or carry some heavy stuff." "Yeah." "Did you ever... carry a vase?" "See, your fingerprints, match a set that was found on a broken vase at the crime scene." "Yeah, you know what?" "I think I remember, bringing a vase and some stuff upstairs, last week." "What did you do?" "I mean, what'd you, carry that vase inside out?" "I'm sorry, I don't understand." "Well, you see," "Michael's thumb print was found on a piece, that would have been on the inside of the vase." "That suggests that," "Like, he touched it after it was broken." "Well, then I guess I picked it up from the inside and carried it that way," "I guess." "I don't know." "But you liked Vivian Jamison." "Yeah." "I mean, she was an attractive lady, wasn't she?" "What kind of question is that?" "Please." "Mrs.Nolan." "Yeah, she was really pretty." "She was a model, right?" "Yeah." "Did you ever argue with her?" "You know, did you ever, you know, have a fight and you threw something, that vase maybe?" "No." "Come on," "Michael, we all know how violent you can be." "Two years ago you took a baseball bat to that boy's car." "You freaked out on a kid at juvie." "Look, the guy..." "I couldn't breathe and the guy kept getting in my face." "I'm not" "Detective, this is complicated." "Michael takes medication." "Yeah." "We know his medical history." "Claustrophobia, depression." "It's all right here, right along with his rap sheet." "See?" "What do we have here." "One count assault." "Two counts willful destruction of property, resisting arrest." "Come on, Michael, tell me the truth?" "I am telling you the truth, Detective!" "Michael, did you and Vivian talk a lot?" "Sometimes." "Did you ever talk about her husband?" "No." "What do you think, Michael?" "Do you have any idea who might have killed her?" "How'd you mess up your knuckles?" "Mom." "I punched a wall." "Look, I'm missing class right now." "Is this over?" "Not yet." "So what'd that wall do that made you so mad?" "I got pissed off." "But it had nothing to do with Vivian Jamison, okay?" "It's no big deal, all right?" "Well, thank you for your help, Michael." "If we have any further question, we will get in touch." "Punched a wall, my ass." "Well, he has aggression issues." "Maybe he did punch a wall." "It seemed like he was hiding something to me." "Come on, you were turning the screws on him pretty hard." "And his mother was in the room." "My son probably would have done exactly the same thing." "Yeah, but your son's not a criminal offender, with his fingerprints next to a dead body." "Geez, you're getting soft in your old age, you know that?" "Talk to me when you finally settle down and have a kid of your own." "Yeah, that'll be the day." "Michael, why did you tell them that you went to the movies?" "You went somewhere last night and you got drunk." "I want to know where you went." "Nowhere." "I told you." "Well, that is not an acceptable answer." "Mom!" "I didn't do anything wrong." "Just believe me." "I gotta get to class." "I'm late as it is." "I want you to come right home after school." "I can't." "I have detention." "I know he lied to the police, but I can't believe that he had Anything to do with this." "Well, I can't either, but I remember what happened two years ago." "He damaged a car, Mother." "He didn't hurt anyone." "Well, you believed him then." "Tried to cover up for him and it turned out" "Why do you always do this?" "What?" "Make it about me being wrong." "What do you mean?" "Somehow I shouldn't defend my son." "Sandra, I'm not blaming you for anything." "I know you love Michael and I love him too." "It's just... sometimes I think there's a side of him you don't see." "I know my own child." "But that's just it." "He's not a child anymore, he's young man." "You can't control him." "You can't always know what he's up to." "Look, Sandra, I'm not saying he did anything." "I'm just saying..." "He's not taking his medication." "And when he doesn't he gets angry and he just snaps like that, and lately I'm afraid to talk to him." "I keep thinking, what if he tells me something that I don't want to hear?" "You know?" "What would I do if somehow he was involved in this?" "I mean, how could I support him if he had anything to do with, hurting that poor woman?" "Hey." "Grandma." "Hello, sweetheart." "Can I fix you a plate?" "No, I'm not hungry." "I'll get that, Mom." "Why don't you talk to him?" "You don't understand." "I try." "Well, when you were his age, I just had to keep trying." "Yeah." "I'll see myself out." "Thanks, Mom." "Goodnight, honey." "Goodnight." "Michael." "Doing homework." "Michael, we need to talk." "I can't." "I'm studying for a chem exam." "Well, you can study after we talk, honey." "I can't." "Just..." "Just leave me alone." "Leave me alone!" "Sure." "Like I told the officers this morning." "He parked his car just down there like he always does, and he strolled up the driveway around seven o'clock." "Yeah, I was just about to walk the dog." "What time did he leave?" "Now that I just can't say." "You see, after we came in I went directly to the dojo." "Dojo?" "I tale tae kwan do every Sunday night." "Well, thank you." "Thank you." "Let's go for our walk." "Just a second!" "Sorry to bother you so early, Mrs. Nowlin." "Is Michael here?" "We need to see him." "Sure." "Come in." "He's upstairs." "I thought you finished talking to him yesterday." "This is a warrant for DNA." "We need him to come Down to the station, and give us a sample." "His DNA?" "I thought that you had cleared this up at school." "He told you he wasn't there." "Why do you need his DNA?" "There's physical evidence that the victim had sexual relations, with someone the day she died." "Now, if Michael wasn't involved, DNA sample can help rule him out." "You think that he slept with her?" "Are you crazy?" "He's seventeen years old." "Ma'am, we do need to see your son." "I don't understand this." "I mean, if she had sex with somebody, it was probably her husband, not Michael." "Yeah, well we've already checked out Mr. Jamison." "He was out of town the night of the murder." "This is ridiculous." "Excuse me." "Michael!" "Michael!" "Michael!" "Where is he?" "I'll find him." "This is Detective Feria from Homicide." "I need an APB on a juvenile." "Michael Nowlin, age seventeen, five-foot-eleven, brown hair, brown eyes." "Come on, Michael, answer your phone." "Hello?" "It's me." "Rita." "Did you find him?" "No, and I've looked everywhere." "I went to the mall and I just came from that, diner he likes to hang out in." "How 'bout you?" "Any news?" "Good news, actually." "I spoke to Carla MacDonald." "Yeah?" "And she said she'd do it." "I even cut you a deal." "But there's a catch." "She's working n another case in Boston." "First degree murder." "So she's gonna kinda have to work you into her schedule." "Rita." "She's worth it." "My brother-in-law says she's the best defense attorney he's ever seen." "She's planning on calling you this afternoon." "Okay." "Well, thanks for that." "Good luck." "All right, bye." "You've reached the Nowlins." "Leave a message." "Hello, Mrs. Nowlin." "This is Carla MacDonald." "Rita told me to call you?" "Listen, when they find you son," "Do not let him talk co anybody, okay?" "We need to handle this very carefully." "Now call me." "My number is 555-0127." "Is Johnny here?" "I need to talk to him." "No." "Took the day off." "Look it's important." "Do you know where he is?" "No, kin, I don't know where he is." "You're just gonna have to wait 'til tomorrow." "Christ, I'm getting sick of all you little punks comin' in here, lookin' for that loser." "Please!" "I look it's really important." "I need to talk to him." "Kid, he works a split tomorrow." "That's all I know." "Now get the hell outta here." "Mrs. Macdonald, thank you so much for taking the case." "No problem." "I'll let you know as soon as I hear anything at all from Michael." "OK." "You take care." "Okay, bye." "Bye now." "Freeze!" "Don't move!" "Michael!" "No!" "Mom!" "Mom!" "Michael!" "No!" "Mom!" "Michael?" "Michael?" "Michael?" "Is that you?" "Mom." "I didn't mean to scare you." "It's okay." "I'm sorry." "I need this." "You're not going back out there." "Michael, listen to me." "They're gonna put me away." "I am not going to jail." "But if you run, it's going to make you look guilty." "If you haven't done anything you have to turn yourself in." "I didn't do it!" "Okay." "I just want to know what really happened." "I was there." "Sunday night." "I was there." "But when I left her she was alive." "I swear on my life, Mom." "I would have never hurt her." "Michael, I need you to tell me the truth." "Did you and she have an affair?" "She was..." "You're seventeen years old." "How?" "We were in love." "And it doesn't matter that I'm seventeen." "We were in love." "Except that night, she told me that she didn't want to see me any more." "I'm sorry," "I didn't mean to" "Just go, Michael." "You need to leave." "Vivian." "Now." "She just kicked me out of the house." "Wouldn't even let me say good-bye." "That was the last time I saw her." "And that's what really happened..." "If I take that DNA test they're gonna know, and they're gonna think that I did it." "The police said that she died around nine-thirty." "So what time did you leave?" "Do you remember?" "Maybe about eight-forty-five, I guess." "I was really upset and I didn't know what to do... so I left there and drove around for a while." "I wound up at Gary's Liquor Store on Van Dorn... a little after nine." "I remember the time because I checked my watch." "I knew I was breaking my curfew." "Anyways, there's this guy Johnny who works there, and he sells to us even if we don't have ID." "Pint of whiskey." "Sorry, dude." "Not right now, the owner's here." "Come back in fifteen." "Man, c'mon, I'm having a really bad day." "I can't help you man." "Come back in fifteen and I'll hook you up." "I was really pissed off..." "Kinda lost it for a minute..." "I punched the wall." "So fifteen minutes later I went back in, bought the liquor, then got back in the car... started drinking." "I was just sitting there, all that time, getting wasted, while Vivian was being..." "And I keep thinking, like what if I hadn't left, if I was there then... maybe..." "You do believe me, don't you, Mom?" "Yes, I believe you." "She said that Mr. Jamison was really jealous of other guys." "So maybe he found out about us and maybe, maybe he did it." "But the police said that he was out of town." "Yeah, but he could have hired somebody." "I mean, the guy's got a lot of money." "Police!" "We know you're in there!" "Michael Nowlin!" "Come on out!" "Mom." "Come on out or we're coming in!" "All right." "Come on out here." "Take it easy!" "Up against the wall." "Spread." "Michael Nowlin, you're under arrest for the murder of Vivian Jamison." "You have a right to remain silent." "It's okay, Michael." "Mom." "Anything you say can, and will be used against you in a court of law." "Listen to me." "Would you just listen to me!" "He has an alibi." "He was at Gary's Liquor Store on Sunday." "You can ask the clerk, he'll tell you." "We'll check it out tomorrow." "Bruning." "Look what we found." "What's that?" "Stature reported missing from the Jamison residence." "Found it in your son's closet." "That's impossible!" "You put that there!" "Gee, you think that's our murder weapon?" "Well, let's get it to the lab and find out." "No, wait a second." "I looked in his closet this morning and it was not there." "Trust me, Mrs. Nowlin, it was there." "We're taking him to Randolph Street." "You can meet us at the station." "Juveniles have the fight to have a parent present." "Mom!" "I didn't do this!" "I know, Michael, I know." "Let's go." "Honey, don't worry, I'll be right there." "Thanks." "Mrs. Nowlin?" "I'm Carla MacDonald." "I came here as quickly as I could." "Michael?" "Hey." "It's good to meet you." "Detectives." "I trust you haven't been questioning my client." "Mrs. Nowlin made it very clear that you didn't want him to say a word." "All we're done is swabbed for DNA." "Copy of the arrest warrant." "When can I post bail?" "The arraignment won't be for a couple of days." "I wouldn't count on any bail." "Your client has a prior and is a known flight risk." "He also has an alibi." "Which I'm sure you're going to check as soon as possible." "First thing tomorrow." "Glad to hear that." "And as for bail, well, the judge will decide that after reviewing the evidence." "Well, then your client is in big trouble, Counselor." "See, we have a witness that can place him at the crime scene." "We have his fingerprints all over the victim's bedroom." "We have stolen property recovered from his house which, forensics believes could be the murder weapon, and this is just a hunch, but when the lab results come in," "I think we're gonna have DNA evidence as well." "Okay," "I keep telling you that somebody put that in my closet." "I'm so" "Michael." "All I'm saying is, Counselor, I think you and, your client could save yourselves a lot of trouble, and start cooperating with us." "Well, Detectives," "I still haven't reviewed this alleged evidence." "And as for my client, he's exercising his right to remain silent." "Fine." "Transpo." "Yeah, I need transport to lockup." "When can I visit him?" "We'll transfer him to juvie in the morning." "After that it'll take a while to process him." "You're looking at two to three days." "Michael, honey, don't worry." "We're going to get this cleared up as soon as we can." "Promise." "Detective, you will call me as soon as you speak to this clerk, at the liquor store." "We'll call you." "Good." "Mrs. Nowlin?" "Did you look everywhere in the closet?" "No." "So you're not even sure if that statue was there." "And even if you were," "The D.A. would bring up the fact that you gave a false, statement two years ago." "So your testimony wouldn't be much help." "Well, one thing I do know is that somebody, is trying to set up Michael." "Any ideas?" "What about David Jamison?" "He has a motive." "His wife was cheating on him, and he could have hired somebody to do it while he was gone." "Well, that's not an easy thing to prove." "But we'll definitely confirm that the police have looked into it." "Dad?" "Dad?" "Detective Bruning just called." "They made an arrest last night." "Who?" "Michael Nowlin." "He's just a kid." "Dad, I wish I could do something to make this all go away." "Thank you for being here." "It was in his closet?" "Yes." "But he didn't put it there, someone else did." "I told you." "But who would do such a thing?" "I don't know, Mother." "I don't know." "But I believe Michael, I believe he's telling the truth." "I could see it in his eyes when I talked to him last night." "Honey, come and sit down." "You've been up all night." "You know, he's been pushing me away... for as long as I can remember." "Even when he was little he... didn't like for me to hug him, you know?" "It's been so much worse since Matt died." "You have been both mom... and dad to him for the last three years." "You've done everything you could." "Well sometimes I think he blames me for the drunk driver that killed his father." "Why?" "Because Matt was picking me up from the airport, remember?" "Sandra, don't do this to yourself." "If there's one thing I know for sure, It's that Michael loves you." "And he needs you." "He just doesn't know how to say it." "They located the guy from the liquor store." "Good." "Let's go." "Cap's got me knee-deep in paperwork." "You mind doing this one alone?" "Yeah, it'll be my pleasure." "What do you mean, he won't confirm Michael's alibi?" "I mean that when the detectives talked to this clerk, he claimed that he'd never seen Michael before." "Well, he's lying." "He was pro-he's probably just intimidated." "Yes, well the problem is, now they have his statement." "Look, Michael didn't make this up." "Mrs. Nowlin, I know this is a setback," "But I'm going to do everything I can to help your son." "And we can talk tomorrow at the arraignment, all right?" "I just can't bear the thought of him in that place another night." "Are you ready?" "Mrs. Nowlin?" "I'm sonia Fay with Channel 7 News." "Can we get a statement from you?" "Good morning," "Philadelphia and welcome to the Channel 7 morning news." "Let's get right to our top story." "Seventeen-year-old Michael Nowlin is set to be arraigned..." "Today in the murder of former model Vivian Jamison, wife of hotel magnate David Jamison." "Our reporter Sonia Fay caught up with Michael Nowlin's mother... outside their south side home earlier this morning." "Mrs. Nowlin, do you think your son murdered..." "Vivian Jamison?" "Absolutely not." "He was set up, and I am not going to rest 'til I find out the truth." "And 'til the real killer is caught." "Thank you." "Strong words from the mother of accused killer Michael Nowlin." "Defendant will rise." "Motion for bail is denied." "The defendant will remain in the Pennsylvania State Juvenile..." "Facility until the conclusion of his fitness hearing, scheduled for... next Friday, the seventeenth." "At that time, if the defendant is deemed suitable to stand trial as an adult, he will be transferred to the Lancaster County Jail... until the commencement of his trial." "Next." "What are the chances of him being tried as an adult?" "Well, given his record and the nature of the alleged crime, unfortunately they're pretty good." "My God." "This is a very tough D.A." "We'll have a much better idea of the strength of their case... when I get back from Boston next week." "I'll call you, okay?" "Okay." "Common, honey." "Just a second, Mom." "Mr. Jamison." "I just wanted to say I'm," "I'm very sorry about what happened to your wife." "Well, thank you." "it's been a difficult time for all of us." "Including yourself, I'm sure." "Michael didn't do this." "The real killer is still out there." "Please, Mrs. Nowlin, we've been through enough already." "It's okay, Sweetie." "We're just talking." "Mrs. Nowlin, I understand how you must feel." "Feeling have nothing to do with it, Mr. Jamison." "This is about somebody who's trying to frame my son." "And who would be trying to frame your son?" "Hi, is this Gary's Liquor on Van Dorn?" "Sure is." "Hi, is Johnny there?" "No he's not." "What time does he come in?" "Eleven." "Eleven?" "Okay, thank you very much." "You're going to talk to the guy at the liquor store?" "You sure that's a good idea?" "You have a better one?" "Hi, are you Johnny?" "Yeah." "I'm Sandra Nowlin and this is my son, Michael." "I believe you know him?" "I already told the cops." "I never seen that kid before." "Well, maybe you should take a, another look." "He was here on Sunday." "He bought some whiskey from you, around nine-thirty?" "This guy looks young." "I wouldn't have sold him nothing." "He's seventeen." "Look, he's been arrested for a murder that he didn't commit." "And at the time of the murder he was sitting in your parking lot." "And I just need you to corroborate the alibi." "Sorry." "I don't remember him." "Besides, I never would have sold alcohol to a minor." "Cause then my boss would lose his license and I'd be out of a job." "Look, I don't care that you sold him alcohol." "That's not the issue." "We're talking about solving a murder case here." "Look, if you're worried about it, I'll talk to your boss." "And I'll explain" "No," "I can't help you, Lady." "And I'm busy, so you're gonna have to go." "Look." "Johnny, if you don't come forward, my son is going to send the rest of his life in prison." "His entire life is gonna be ruined... and you are the only person who can save him." "Please do this." "He's all I've got." "He means every thing to me." "He might've come in here." "Do you remember the time?" "Around nine." "He was real upset." "I took the trash out around ten o'clock and he was still sitting in his car." "Okay, well, I need you to tell the police exactly..." "what you just" "Lady." "I don't wanna talk to the cops again." "Okay, well then forget about the cops." "How about if you just talk to my lawyer and you give her a statement." "No cops, just talk to her." "Just your lawyer." "Just her." "No cops." "Yeah..." "I guess that'd be okay." "Okay." "Okay." "Well, I'll pick you up tomorrow and I'll take you to her office." "What time do you get off work?" "I gotta be here until Vic gets in at eight." "Okay, well I'll be here before then." "Thank you." "Man." "I heard what you told that lady." "That was straight up, but you know what?" "Maybe you should have just stuck to the story you told the cops?" "Wait!" "Hi Carla?" "This is Sandra Nowlin calling." "Listen I talked to Johnny at the liquor store... and he'd not willing to talk to the police but he will talk to you, so I'm gonna bring him by your office tomorrow morning, a little after eight." "Call me when you get this message." "Okay?" "See you then." "Bye." "Excuse me, officer?" "What happened here?" "Ma'am, you'll have to stay over here, okay?" "Can you just tell me what happened?" "Yeah, there was a robbery." "A robbery." "Where's the guy that works here?" "Right there." "No, the other one." "Johnny." "Where's he?" "He was killed." "when was he killed?" "About seven hours ago." "This wasn't a robbery, Officer." "Now listen to me." "This was not a robbery." "Ma'am, I need you to stay back." "He was a witness in murder case!" "Mrs. Nowlin, I understand what you're saying." "Do you know how many times that liquor store's been robbed?" "Three times in the past year." "No security system." "It's in a tough neighborhood, and it's easily accessible to the expressway." "You don't think it's a huge coincidence... that this guy was murdered right before... he was gonna give a statement that exonerates Michael?" "Whoever killed Johnny does not want the truth... about Vivian's murder to come out." "He told you that Michael was there that night, and that he'd give a statement?" "Yes." "If that's true, Mrs. Nowlin, then... how'd the killer know that Johnny agreed to do that?" "I don't know." "Maybe he followed me there or he talked to johnny afterwards." "Why are you looking at me like that?" "Michael was there that night." "He said Michael was there that night." "What?" "Mrs. Nowlin, you covered for your son two years ago... when he was arrested." "You told the police he was... with you the night he vandalized that boy's car, and then recanted your statement when Michael confessed." "I did lie." "But Michael's father had just died and I..." "Listen," "I was wrong to try to cover up for him then." "But I'm not doing that now." "Please don't make Michael pay for the mistakes I made." "I know how hard this must be for you." "I have a fourteen-year-old son myself." "We're parents." "We'll do anything to protect our kids." "If my son had done something like this I don't think..." "I could ever believe it..." "This is not about what I believe," "Detective." "This is about what really happened to Vivian Jamison." "You can't be surprised that the DNA came back a match." "He was there." "They fought." "He had a motive." "We found the murder weapon in his possession." "And when I spoke to the clerk at the liquor store, he denied seeing' your kid there that night." "Now, all roads lead to Michael." "I thought your people were interested in finding out the truth." "You know, it wouldn't hurt for you to look for the person who killed Johnny." "All right." "The investigation's being handled by the Hoover park division." "I'll give robbery-Homicide a call." "That's it?" "Mrs. Nowlin, that's the most I can do." "No, that's the most you're willing to do." "Does she hate me." "Gee, I can't imagine why." "I'm a likeable guy." "Sandra, I'm sorry, traffic" "What happened?" "Did you speak to them?" "And?" "They think I'm making it all up." "Look, we're not gonna let this go until we get some answers." "Did you find out anything more about David Jamison?" "Only that the police think that his alibi's air-tight." "They checked his financial records, but there's nothing to indicate he hired anyone." "My staff is doing its own investigation." "Well, what if nothing turns up?" "Look," "I know that you probably don't want to hear this right now, but, then we go to Plan b." "There're are two things in our favor..." "Vivian Jamison was technically guilty of statutory rape." "And this looks like a crime of passion." "So what are you saying?" "I'm saying there's a good chance the D.A. will cut us a deal." "There's not gonna be any deal!" "My son is innocent and I'm gonna prove it... if I have to find the killer myself!" "Honey, you okay?" "Johnny's dead." "I saw the news." "I know." "It's terrible, what happened to him." "But I talked to Carla this morning and she said we could still build a good defense without him." "There's no way out of this, is there?" "Michael, don't be so negative." "Common, you know it and I know it, so why don't we stop pretending like everything's okay." "I said that I was gonna get you out of here and I meant it." "I need to talk to you about Vivian, all right?" "Did she ever talk about anybody besides her husband... that might have wanted to hurt her?" "No." "All she ever talked about was being a model... and meeting famous people, and stuff." "So she never mentioned friends, or people she worked with?" "No." "She did mention this, this one woman," "Talia, a few times." "Talia who?" "I don't know her last name." "Just that she was some model Vivian hung out with." "They were like best friends or something," "But they just kinda stopped speaking." "Do you know where she lives?" "Why?" "What, you think she can help?" "I don't know, Michael." "Maybe." "Mom, why are you even wasting your time?" "How could you say something like that?" "Because I'm..." "Because I am just a screw-up." "And that's it." "Michael, you are a wonderful person, with you whole life ahead of you." "Michael, listen to me." "I love you more than anything in the world." "I will never give up on you, so don't you dare give up on me." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay." "I love you, Mom." "I love you, too." "What are you doing here?" "I thought they gave you a leave of absence." "They did." "I needed to come in and use the computer." "My lap-top is down." "Looking up articles on Vivian?" "No, I'm actually looking for another model named Talia." "Okay." "Continental Tour," "Paris Show, Talia Rose." "Must be it." "Cheekbones above her eyebrows." "Well, Michael says you can find anything on the Internet, so." "Why are you looking for her agent?" "Because somehow I don't think she's listed in the phone book." "That's it, ladies." "Very good." "Very god." "A little more to the left, Talia?" "Perfect." "Thank you." "More wind, Walter." "Excellent." "Closer." "Nice!" "Very nice!" "Keep going." "There we go." "There we go." "Great, Take five." "Save the lights." "Excuse me, Talia?" "Yes?" "I'm Sandra Nowlin." "Hi." "Hi." "Thank you so much for returning my call." "I know how busy you are." "Lucky you reached me." "I just got back from the Seychelles last night." "Well, you must have been really shocked... when you heard about Vivian?" "Not really." "I was surprised when they arrested your son." "Why?" "Let's just say Vivian liked to live life on the edge." "She had some unusual friends." "What king of friends?" "Vivi was very good at hiding things." "Especially from her husband." "She used to hang out in the clubs downtown, got involved with this crowd from Waycross." "Waycross." "Really." "Yeah." "Bunch of crazy people." "Dealers, users, worse than that." "I remember she had a thing for this one guy in particular." "Who?" "Clyde or kyle, I think." "Thought he was tough in his big black truck." "Had a cabin up in the mountains." "But... that was around the time I stopped speaking to her." "I didn't want anything to do with 'em." "And what happened to the two of them?" "I heard they were hot and heavy for a while... and then I heard that they broke up." "I don't think he was too happy about it." "Was he angry enough to kill her, do you think?" "I wouldn't know." "Is this anything you plan on telling the police?" "It's all second-and third-hand stuff." "And besides, these people from Waycross, you don't want to be on their bad side, if you know what I mean." "Talia, we're all set." "Listen, I gotta go." "But, good luck." "And do me a favor." "Keep me out of it." "I was hoping you could help me find somebody?" "I'm looking for someone that lives out here near Waycross." "You got a name?" "Well, it's Kyle or Clyde." "He lives out in the mountains, he drives a big black truck." "You mean Lyle?" "Drives a black SUV." "That's him." "Comes by a couple times a week, fills'er up." "Interesting fella." "Well, I'm meeting some friends at his house and I," "I just got a little confused with the directions, so." "Long as he knows you're coming." "He's the kind of guy that likes his privacy." "He's expecting me." "You know, anything you could do to help me out, I'd appreciate it." "Lives out on Route three." "Just past mile-marker twenty-three." "Thanks a lot." "What are you talking about?" "You're gonna get all the money..." "I owe you next week." "You said that last week." "I'm tired of it." "Lyle." "I'm not messing with you." "You're gonna get every red cent that I owe you next week." "If not, that's it, you're dead." "You don't need to do that." "It's under control, all right?" "It better be." "That was the day after she was killed." "Yeah." "Hey Lyle, it's Bert" "Not on the phone." "What are you, stupid?" "Is Doug there?" "Where's he at?" "Listen, you know what?" "You two better stop trying to play me, all right?" "I want my money by the end of next week." "I'm doing my best" "No, Bert." "No, we're done talking." "I want my money by the end of next week." "Period." "I'll talk to Doug." "You know what?" "I'm going to be at my club in about thirty minutes." "You two better be there." "We will." "Yeah." "Hello?" "Sandra, where are you?" "I just called, you didn't pick up." "I'm sorry Mom, I had to go up to Waycross." "What're you doing up there?" "It's a long story, but I think I found the killer." "The killer?" "Yeah, it's one of Vivian's Ex-lovers, I think." "And I may have proof." "What kind of proof?" "I found a pawn receipt for a bracelet and my gut is telling me... that the bracelet belonged to Vivian... because it was dated the day after her murder." "Now, I think that the guy stole it from her when he murdered her." "Sandra, what's going on?" "Look, Mom," "I'll tell you all about it later, okay?" "Sandra." "Don't worry about me." "I'm fine." "All right?" "I gotta go, though." "Okay, bye!" "Eight-five-seven-four-two." "Can I help you?" "Yes, I am looking for a bracelet." "Well, we've got plenty of those." "What's your price range?" "Just show me the nicest ones you have." "We've got some pretty fancy ones here, but the ain't cheap." "How 'bout that?" "Thanks." "Do you have anything else?" "Sure." "How 'bout this one?" "Now that would look nice on you." "Where did this come from?" "Belonged to somebody with very good taste." "And you want eleven thousand for it?" "For you, ten." "Nine's as high as I can go." "Take it or leave it." "Yeah." "Lyle." "It's Freddy." "What's up, Freddy?" "Good nes, man." "I sold that bracelet." "So who bought it?" "I dunno." "Some broad." "But I got nine for it." "Not bad, right?" "Listen to me Freddy." "You didn't get her name, did you?" "S. Nowlin." "Is she still there?" "She just drove off." "Thanks." "I'm really sorry to barge in on you like this, but I have to talk to you." "I believe we've already had this conversation, Mrs. Nowlin." "Mr. Jamison, my son did not kill your wife, but I know who did and I think I have proof." "I just need five minutes of your time." "Please." "So?" "Do you know Lyle Banner?" "No." "Who is he?" "He was a friend of Vivian's." "She met him at a club a couple of years ago." "And he's very bad guy - he's into drugs, and guns, and God knows what else." "I don't believe this." "Just hear me out." "I think that he and Vivian had some sort of falling out... and that he's the one that actually killed her." "Where's your proof?" "I'm guessing that this belonged to your wife?" "Where'd you get that?" "At a pawn shop." "In Levittown." "I have a claim receipt here that shows... that Lyle Banner pawned this the day after your wife was murdered, and I think that he stole that from her after he killed her." "Ashley?" "Ashley!" "Yes, Dad." "I want to talk to you." "Now." "What's she doing here?" "She found this." "In a pawn shop." "Now you had it at school and you, you didn't tell me it was lost or stolen." "You mean that bracelet belongs to your daughter?" "I'm sorry." "my apartment was broken into a couple of weeks ago." "I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to upset you." "It's insured." "Why didn't you report it?" "I guess I forgot." "You forgot." "Ashley, your apartment's four hundred miles from here." "Now, how does this end up in a pawn shop in Levittown?" "I don't know." "You're lying to me." "Dad, I don't understand." "What has this got to do with" "You tell me." "She's lying go you, Dad." "She'll say anything to save her stupid son." "He was sleeping with your wife." "In your own bedroom." "That's enough." "Enough." "Now, I gave you that bracelet for your birthday." "You would have told me if it was stolen." "Now how did it get into the hands of this Lyle Banner?" "How?" "Dad, I..." "Tell me the truth, Ashley." "Vivian made a mockery of you, Dad." "Of this whole family." "I kept trying to tell you, but you'd never listen." "All she ever cared about was your money." "She never loved you." "She used you." "Ashley." "She destroyed our family." "She killed Mother." "Why do you think Mom drank herself to sleep every night after the divorce?" "So you hated Vivian that much, that you'd have Lyle Banner kill her, and that bracelet was payment?" "It was a down-payment, actually." "The little girl still owes me thirty large." "Ain't that right, Princess?" "Look at you all." "This is nice." "All together." "It's like one-stop shopping." "I like that." "You set up my son." "You really want to speak tome?" "Do you really want to speak to me?" "Cause you and me, we got a score to settle." "But first things first." "Now I know, Ashley, that I wasn't going to get paid' til the end of the month." "But because of the way things went down, thanks to her," "I'm gonna have to be leavin' town." "So I'm gonna need you to go upstairs in your daddy's room, open that safe, and get me my money." "Ante up, Bitch!" "I don't keep that kind of cash in the house." "You are so full of cheese, man." "You got cash up there." "You got jewels, you got gold watches." "Vivian told me all about it." "Is that right?" "Yeah." "Yeah, well that was two years ago." "None of that stuff's in the house anymore." "Is that right?" "That's right." "Then you're just taking up space in my world." "Say hello to Vivian." "Don't!" "I'll get it." "I know the combination." "Now." "See there?" "Your girl's lookin' out for you." "That's nice." "You got two minutes." "Move!" "How does somebody like you get mixed up with my daughter?" "Hey." "Your daughter came looking' for me." "She propositioned me." "She set the whole thing up." "Yeah." "Well, you raised a real peach, there, David." "You should be very proud." "And she hated that bitch that you were married to." "Don't talk about Vivian like that." "You don't get it, do you?" "How do you think Ashley knew who I was?" "I slept with Vivian for a year right under your nose!" "What do you think about that?" "Truth hurts, doesn't it, David?" "But don't feel so bad." "Cause at the end of the day," "Vivian dumped us both for the car-wash boy." "Now, I don't know about you, but," "I found that to be a little bit emasculating." "She got what she deserved." "You go to hell." "Your wife used to laugh at you behind your back." "I would have her and then I'd send her home to kiss you on the mouth." "No!" "Dad." "Guess he wanted to be a hero." "You get my money?" "Did you get my money?" "Well, hand it over." "Do I have to kill everybody in this" "Don't move." "That man followed you here." "He's the man that killed my stepmother." "He followed you here and he shot my father... and he shot you." "What are you talking about?" "He shot you and then he tried to kill me." "But I got my dad's gun and I killed him." "I've got the receipt." "I've got the bracelet." "There's nothing that can connect me back to Lyle." "With both of you gone." "There's a copy of the receipt in the pawn shop." "No one knows about that." "My lawyer does." "I told her all about it." "She doesn't know the whole story." "She knows your version of the story." "That Lyle killed Vivian." "She doesn't know anything about me." "As for this receipt, this receipt cannot be connected back to the bracelet." "Not if the bracelet doesn't exist anymore." "I'm sorry, Mrs. Nowlin," "I'm not going to jail." "I didn't do this." "Ashley." "Please, don't." "Put the gun down." "Ashley." "Dad?" "Put it down." "It's over, Ashley." "I know the truth." "Ashley." "911." "What is your emergency?" "Two people have been shot." "I need an ambulance right away." "Mrs. Nowlin?" "Ashley Jamison just made a full confession." "I don't exactly know what to say, except that I'm sorry." "We all made a big mistake." "How's Mr. Jamison?" "Paramedic says that he looks like he's gonna make it." "When are you releasing Michael?" "I already called them." "Charges are being dropped." "They're putting through his release papers tonight." "You OK?" "I just want to see my son." "Then you better to pick him up." "Thanks." "Mom."