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(Bill) Michael Jackson was my client

and he became my friend.

This is our story.

(Green) Mr. Whitefield, tell us more about what you do.

(sighs)

People see us on TV in our black suits and--

Excuse me, could you speak

into the microphone?

(clears throat)

People see us on TV in...our black suits and...

...think we're... glorified bouncers.

But executive protection

is serious business.

We're entrusted with the welfare of celebrities

their spouses, children.

We set up false identities to move people

around the globe in secret.

And when we leave

if we've done our jobs right

it's like we were never there.

But we're always there.

Standing in the background...

...listening, observing.

We know the things you wish you knew.

Mr. Whitefield, the purpose of this deposition

is to determine if Dr. Conrad Murray

'killed Michael Jackson.'

Like I told you, I wasn't there that night.

But you were there the two years leading up to that night.

May I remind you you're under oath?

(sighs)

Now...

When did you start working for Mr. Jackson?

Just before Christmas, 2006.

Z-Y-G-O-T-E-S.

Seven letters on a triple-word score.

One hundred and ten points. I win.

What is Z-Z-Zygota, that's not even a word.

Yeah, it is.

- Good job, baby. - Thank you.

Did you just get better while I was away

or am I just gettin' rusty?

Me and aunty played every night.

- 'Sure did.' - Mm-hm.

And she beat me just like that every time.

- Okay. - 'Mm-hm.'

- So what else did I miss? - I got a boyfriend.

- What? - Just foolin', pops.

You better be.

'Cause I told you, no boyfriends until you 20.

You said 16.

- Well, I meant 25. - Oh, come on.

(laughing)

- So, daddy. - Yes?

Are you really gonna be home for Christmas?

Of course.

That's tight.

(chuckles) Oh.

(cell phone buzzing)

Oh, okay.

Hey, Jeff, what's up?

Hey, I got a job for you.

I'm not leavin' home.

(Jeff) 'No, it's here in Vegas.'

High profile dignitary.

Arrives in two weeks, I just need you to escort him home.

Okay. A to B?

A to B. And I'll handle the rest.

Alright, short and sweet. I'm in.

Now let's get back to this boyfriend situation.

(Bill) Two days before the client was to arrive

Jeff and I did what's known as a pre-advance detail.

Video camera.

No cameras.

Client is very adamant about that.

Matter of fact, let me check underneath the truck.

(indistinct chatter)

(Grace) 'Quickly, please.'

Watch your step, baby.

Prince, take your brother's hand please.

- Hm? - Where's daddy?

Thank you very much.

(indistinct chatter)

So who was that guy, anyway?

You kiddin', right?

You didn't see him?

I saw a skinny dude with a scarf.

(chuckles)

Man, that was Michael Jackson.

- What? - Yeah.

I guess he got tired of Bahrain.

The most popular dude on the planet is back

in the country and we the only ones that know it?

Mum's the word.

I'm John Feldman, Mr. Jackson's personal assistant.

Mr. Jackson would like to say hello.

Oh, really? I'm about to meet Michael Jackson?

Told you this was a good gig.

- You good, bro? - Yeah.

(instrumental music)

Hello, Bill.

It's nice to meet you.

It's a honor to meet you, sir.

I'm a huge fan.

(chuckles) Thank you.

I saw on your resume that you've done work for Motown.

Many times, sir.

So I can trust you?

Yes, sir.

- Of course. - 'Daddy, daddy.'

- 'Dad.' - 'Daddy, daddy.'

Volley-ball court.

Not volley-ball, tennis.

- Come on. - Come on, we gotta--

- Hey, hey, hey... - Dad, dad...

- Hey, come on. - Come on, you gotta--

- Wait, wait, wait, wait. - Dad, come on.

Blanket, Blanket, Blanket! Come, come back.

Come back, everybody.

Everybody.

Say hello to Bill.

(in unison) Hi, Bill.

Hi.

Bill's our new head of security.

You will stay in the night, right?

- Um, uh... - Right.

(chuckles)

Yes, sir. Of course.

- Okay, come on. - Please, please, please, dad...

- Let's go and see the pool. - Yes!

And then, and then we'll see the bedroom. And then...

So where's his staff, his manager?

He's traveling only with me and the nanny.

So it would just be me?

You told him yes.

(murmuring)

Excuse me, Mr. Bill.

- Oh! - Hi.

Hey.

I'm Paris, it's nice to meet you

Well...

It's nice to meet you too.

Daddy said to bring you this

and introduce myself.

Okay.

- Well, thank you. - 'You're welcome.'

I put the marshmallows in myself.

'Marshmallows. Very nice.'

- Bye. - Bye.

Oh, yeah, be careful, it's really hot.

- 'Okay.' - Bye.

Oh, boy.

(slurps)

Oh, yeah.

(Bill) I was conflicted.

On the one hand, I had my family.

But on the other, here was this man and his family

in this odd situation

with no one lookin' out for them.

What else could I do?

I took the job.

(John) 'You'll be paid twice a month'

on the 3rd and the 18th

and if you have any questions

do not bother Mr. Jackson.

And do not ask the nanny.

Ask me. And only me.

Hi, Bill.

Mr. Jackson would like to do some

Christmas shopping at the mall, can you arrange it?

(Bill) Grace Rwaramba was the nanny.

She was Mr. Jackson's right hand.

And his kids, his kids adored her.

Now that they were back in the States

the kids couldn't wait to shop in familiar stores.

So Mr. Jackson arranged a trip to the mall.

I hired extra private security.

We traveled underground like rats scurrying through a maze.

That's the world Michael Jackson had to live in

to get anywhere safely.

(indistinct chatter)

Okay.

So, um, Paris is OshKosh.

Blanket here is Kuko.

Now, remember that, because he's the rebel, he runs.

No need to remember Prince's, he's the oldest.

He protects the others and he never runs, right?

- Right. - Okay. OshKosh, Kuko?

- Mm-hm. - 'Copy that.'

- Yeah. - 'Are you ready, sir?'

Wait, wait, wait.

What game do we play?

(in unison) Shazam!

- Alright, come on, let's do it. - Ta-da!

- Have a look. - Me first. Me first.

Blanket, Blanket, Blanket.

- I want this one. - Where's your manners?

Sorry. Please.

(sighs) Okay, come on. Put it on.

Now, listen, everybody.

You gotta stay close to Grace and close to each other, okay?

Do not use your real name.

'Always be polite.'

And listen, hey.

Jehovah's watching you.

- Are you ready? - Yes, I'm.

You ready there?

Mr. Jackson made the masks

seem like part of a big game.

But really, he was protecting

his children from a world

that was hungry to get at them.

- Okay. - Okay, ready?

Are you excited?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

(laughing)

- I wanna get a Barbie doll. - You do?

'You wanna get a Barbie...'

- 'Well, what do you want?' - 'I need...'

(Michael) 'Grace.'

(indistinct chatter)

(Grace) Where do you want to go first?

Toy, toy. Toys.

(indistinct chatter)

- Look over there! - 'Oh, my gosh!'

- 'Michael Jackson!' - 'Michael!'

Whoo!

(clamoring)

I love you!

- I love you! - 'Oh, my God!'

- Michael! Michael! - 'I love you.'

We should've disguised you.

- It doesn't work. - Back off!

We need to get out of here before somebody gets hurt.

- Easy, people! - Stay easy, people!

(Bill) 'Easy now.'

- You're crushing me. - Get away, hey!

- Hey! - Bill, don't hurt her.

(indistinct yelling)

My children, Bill! I can't see my children!

- I love you! - 'I can't see my children!'

Dad!

- I see 'em! - Bill!

(clamoring)

- Oh, my God! Oh, my God! - Michael!

(clamoring)

Call in for more backup, right now.

We need more backup. Get these kids out of here now!

(indistinct chatter)

Move, move! Let's go!

(clamoring)

(Blanket) 'I just wanna go home.'

- Why are there so many people? - It's okay.

(Michael) 'It's gonna be okay.'

Okay, come on.

(Michael) 'Come, let's go with Bill.'

'Come on, go with Bill.'

(Grace) 'Thank you, Bill.'

'Baby. You were very brave, baby.'

Take your time, cadet. Okay.

(Grace) 'It's okay. It's okay.'

'You're safe now.'

(sighs)

(Bill) Mr. Jackson wanted to give his kids a normal life.

So, even though he personally didn't celebrate Christmas

he made sure the day was special for them.

(in unison) Grandma!

- I think she's coming. - What?

- Uh, well, I think... - What?

But I would really want her to be here.

- 'Look, she's nearly here.' - She's here.

- I see her! I see her! - Grandma!

(together) Grandma!

- Dad, she's here. She's here. - She's here.

- Wait, wait, wait. No, no, no! - Hi, grandma.

- Blanket, no, wait. - Grandma!

- Come on, dad, come on! - Please, can we go?

Be very careful, be very careful.

- Presents. - Presents.

(Paris) 'Grandma.'

(in unison) 'Grandma!'

Oh, I have missed you.

- Hi, grandma! - Oh, hi.

Look at you, Blanket.

Oh, Prince, what a nice young man you are.

- 'Thank you, grandma.' - 'Lovely, Paris.'

Now, take those presents grandmother brought you.

- 'And take them inside.' - Thank you, grandma.

- You're welcome. - Mother.

- Hi, darling. - Oh, how are you?

- I love you. - I'm just fine, I love you too.

- Thank you for being here. - Well...

Jehovah's blessed me to spend this time with you.

It's a pleasure, my darling.

Oh, my goodness.

Look at this, this is wonderful.

- You like it? - Yes.

You need to stop running around the world.

- I know. - And settle down in one place.

I promise I am, mother.

- Alright. Yes. - You know that?

Exactly what I came here to do.

- Look at this place. - It's beautiful.

- This is wonderful. - Look at it.

Yes, it is.

Mom, thank you for being here.

- I'm happy to be here. - Means a lot to the kids.

I love you, dear. Yes.

(Bill) And though I spent Christmas Eve with my daughter,

I spent Christmas Day on the job.

- What'd you get? - What do you think you got?

What is this? What is this?

Oh, I love it!

- 'Oh!' - 'Thank you so much, grandma!'

- I love it! - You're welcome, baby!

- Oh, my goodness! - Spider-Man.

- Oh! - Like that Spider-Man?

You got socks, I got a Spider-Man.

- Oh! - I love it, grandma!

- Thanks, grandma. - I know, baby.

Hey, Prince.

Prince?

- 'It's for you.' - 'What's in the box?'

(gasps)

- Oh! - He's so cute!

(indistinct chatter)

- I got a doggie! - Yes!

- Thank you, daddy! - That's okay.

(Prince) 'He's beautiful!'

Can I call him Kenya?

He's yours. Come on.

- Oh, Kenya. - He's adorable.

Hi, Kenya!

- Hi, Kenya! - Hey, hey, hey!

Hey! Kenya's not a toy.

He's a living thing. Take care of him, okay?

- I promise I will. - Okay.

- Thank you, daddy. - 'That's okay.'

- Hey. - Aww! Can I hold it?

You're too young.

(chuckles) They love...

Do you see this?

Bill, uh...

'I need you to watch over my son and my grandbabies.'

- Hm? - Yes, ma'am.

You know, it's only a matter of time before folks figure out

'where they, where they live.'

Yes.

Thank you. Thank you.

(Bill) Mrs. Jackson was right. The secret was out.

I needed permanent help.

For the record, state your name.

(Javon) Ahem, uh, Javon Beard.

Uh, uh, Javon Beard.

It says here, your job with Mr. Jackson

was your first celebrity protection job.

That's right.

With no experience, how did you land

such a high profile gig?

Javon possessed the one qualification that mattered.

Jeff Adams is my cousin.

The guy that got you the job?

The protection business is like all businesses.

It's about relationships.

I trusted Jeff, so I trusted Javon.

Wait, what am I supposed to do?

Curtesy.

You're serious?

- No. - Man, cool, man.

This is the King of Pop we talkin' about.

(exhales) Alright.

- When is he coming? - He's coming.

Hey, Javon.

How are you?

Uh, e-excuse me?

Bill says I can trust you.

Y-yes, sir, yeah, y-you can trust me, sir.

Yes, sir.

Then, welcome.

Cereal?

Uh-h, n-no thank you, sir.

It's okay. Nice suit.

Wait, wait, s-so that's it? Like, I-I'm in?

- I guess so. - Ho-ooh!

- Hey, don't let me down. - I got you, man.

And, don't tell anybody who you're working for.

I mean wait, like, like, nobody? I mean...

It's on a need-to-know basis only.

Need-to-know. Alright, alright!

And don't come back here lookin' like no pimp.

God! Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Alright, man!

Raymone Bain was Mr. Jackson's publicist during the trial.

She parlayed that into a better position, manager.

Ms. Bain had power and wasn't afraid to use it.

Your money comes from me, gentlemen.

So let's get you paid.

'If you have any questions'

do not bother Mr. Jackson.

'Forget about Feldman and Grace'

'and ask me and only me.

I live in D.C., but I'm here all the time.

I'm available by phone 24/7.

And why don't y'all get the security trailer

brought down here?

It's heated.

Thank you!

Shh! Yeah, I'll take that!

(Javon) I was in charge of reading Mr. Jackson's fan mail.

Then passing the letters on to him.

- 'Javon.' - Hm?

Check this out.

"Dear, Mr. Jackson

"last year, I was diagnosed with cancer.

"The only thing that kept my spirits up was your music.

"I listen to "Beat It" almost every day.

"And I did.

"I am now cancer-free.

Thank you. Shirley."

Wow. That's real nice.

Hey, look at this fancy one.

(laughs)

It's all cute. Let's see what we got here.

(clears throat) "Dear, Michael

you are a filthy child molester."

Go ahead.

"You think you're above the law, you black son of a bitch.

'"But as God as my witness, I will hunt you down'

'"tear you apart limb from limb'

"then torture each one of your three mongrel children

"until they call me daddy

and beg for the sweet Lord's forgiveness."

Goddamn!

Let me get that, Javon.

Executive Protection 101.

All threats are real.

And we check them all out.

Mr. Jackson would always remind us that

John Lennon was killed by one of his fans.

Everything alright out there, Bill?

Everything is tight.

Have a good night.

Good night.

(Grace) Yes.

Yes, miss, I understand.

Can...

Can you just take this message, please?

All I'm asking is that you take...

Hello?

I can't believe this.

Something wrong?

Paris' birthday is in two weeks and Mr. Jackson

asked me to invite some of his friends.

Back in the day, he had a lot of them.

No doubt.

I keep leaving messages, but no one's calling back.

No, it...

I think he just ...he forgets sometimes that

people don't want to have anything

to do with all that trial mess.

But he was found innocent.

What's that got to do with anything?

(party horn whistling)

(Bill) There are few things Mr. Jackson loved

more than a birthday.

Make a wish.

(cheering)

Hey!

- You know what I wished for? - You're not supposed to tell.

I wished we could go back home to Neverland.

I said don't tell!

Now it's never going to happen.

Yes, it is! We're going back.

No. We're not.

- Right, daddy? - Blanket, look another balloon.

We can't ever go back to Neverland.

But, but why not?

Because that place

has been contaminated by evil.

See? Told you.

(Paris) Whatever.

But at least, back in Neverland I had friends.

'And lots of people came to my party.'

And they had fun. And so did I.

- And they wanted-- - I'm gonna find us a home.

I promise you I am.

Don't do that.

- Paris. - Oh!

Paris!

(sighs)

We would like to know about Mr. Jackson's relationships.

Who did he see on a regular basis?

(Bill) Almost no one.

Well, surely he had lots of people in his life.

- He was Michael Jackson. - Yes!

There was plenty of people coming through

but there was no one who was really in his life.

He had his children, his mother.

And his fans.

His fans always found out where he lived.

This is an illegal assembly and you all have to go.

We have every right to be here.

(indistinct chattering)

(cheering)

(Michael on phone) 'Bill! Bill, the police are harassing my fans.'

'Tell them it's okay for them to be here!'

(sighs) Really, sir?

Okay, so he had his children, his mother, his fans.

(Javon) And us.

What about the rest of the family?

Tell us what you know, please.

It was spring of 2007.

We looked at the security gate camera

and...there he was.

(upbeat music)

I think... Joe Jackson! Joe Jackson! Joe Jackson!

(cheering)

(sighs)

You want me to go get him?

I got it.

(music continues)

May I help you?

Yeah.

I'm here to see my son. I-I'm coming in.

I'm sorry, sir. I can't let you do that.

Can I give Mr. Jackson a message?

Yeah.

Tell him his father's here.

Yes, sir.

(instrumental music) Mr. Jackson.

Your father would like to see you.

Has he got an appointment?

No, sir.

Tell Joseph to make an appointment.

'I'm working.'

Go on. Tell him.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

You tell him, I said to let me in.

Call me and set up a time.

I don't need your damn number, boy!

Look, I'm the one who started this shit.

Bastards like you wouldn't even have a job if it wasn't for me.

Hey! Hey, don't you walk away from me!

Look, I swear to God

don't you come between me and my son!

'Fools like you come and go every day.'

I'm his father! I'm always gonna be here!

'Do you hear me? Do you hear me?'

Don't mess with my family!

Get out!

(in unison) Joe! Joe! Joe!

And then there was that incident

on the night of Elizabeth Taylor's birthda.

(upbeat music)

(laughs)

You guys have Liz's gift, right?

- Yes! - It's wrapped the way I said?

Everything is just the way you wanted it, boss.

Everything has to be absolutely perfect.

Yeah, we good.

(laughs)

- Ooh! - King of Pop!

(Javon) 'Yo, straight up!'

Come on! What are you watching me for?

Get ready. Come on, hurry up!

- 'Go!' - Okay. Okay, let's go.

(music continues)

Hey, how do we look?

Like you're going to the prom.

(scoffs)

I mean it. You guys look great.

(tires screeching)

(vehicle crashes)

Damn!

(gate rattling)

- What's happening? - 'Cover Mr. Jackson!'

(Javon) 'Mr. Jackson, no!'

Get down, sir! Get down!

Sir, stay back.

- Sir, please! Stay back! - Damn!

(tires screeching)

Stop the car or I'll shoot!

(screaming)

You got about one second to start talking!

Hey, shut up!

Hey, get the gun out of my face, alright?

It's Randy!

- 'I want to see my brother!' - Hell no!

- Not like this, you not! - Hey, he owes me money!

Move this car back outside the gate.

And then I'll tell Mr. Jackson you here.

Negro, please!

I ain't movin' until I get my money!

So go on, get him! I got all day! Got nowhere to be.

'Now tell him to pay me, or I'm goin' to the press.'

CNN, NBC. Go get my money!

No! No more press! None!

Copy. Okay, sir, uh...

I'm gonna block the... Sir, sir! Please!

I will block Randy with one of the trucks

Bill can bring you out through the side entrance, okay?

- Let's go. - Listen, you don't know Randy!

You don't know him!

He will follow us to Liz's party

and cause a huge scene!

And she does not deserve that.

What do you want us to do, sir?

(breathing heavily)

There's only one person that can deal with him.

(car approaches)

Did you threaten

to call the press on your brother?

I want my money, Joseph.

I worked my ass off for him all through the trial.

Michael owes me.

(Bill) I don't know exactly what Mr. Jackson

said to Randy that night.

All I knew is, he took care of the incident.

Apparently, he didn't need an appointment

to fix a tough situation.

Clearly, he was still in charge of the family.

(engine starts)

(Michael) 'This should never have happened.'

He can't just come up to my house like this!

'This can never happen again, do you understand?'

- Do you understand? - 'We're sorry, sir.'

(Javon) 'We're sorry, sir.'

We can still make that party if we hurry.

- 'Yeah.' - It's ruined!

I can't, I can't bring this to Liz's party.

(Javon) 'Well, sir, l-look

the perimeter's totally secure now

or we can take you out through the garage

just-just like always.

He'll be out there, waiting. He'll follow me.

'I can't bring this to her.'

I won't do it to her.

(Javon) Sir.

- So? - I'm going to bed.

Are you sure, sir?

Good night.

(Bill) As it turned out

he and Ms. Taylor never saw each other again.

- I said, that's all.

(Bill) Mr. Jackson insisted that there be

structure and routine in their education.

School started every day at 8 a.m. sharp.

Who wants to go first?

(in unison) Me! Me!

Alright, alright, alright, calm down!

Calm down, let us, calm down! Hey!

Hey, hey, hey! Listen, sit down. Sit down.

Alright, it's map study time.

Blanket, please finish coloring the Western States blue.

- Okay. - Prince? Paris?

(Bill) As strict as Mr. Jackson

was about homeschooling

sometimes we just needed to gt the kids out of the house.

- 'Can we stop, please, daddy? - 'Daddy, can we stop?'

(Michael) Bill, pull over.

(together) Oh!

- 'Look at that.' - 'I want to.'

(Paris) 'Wow! Wow! Look at that.'

(Prince) 'Dad!'

I wanna do that.

Whoa!

'Dad! It's so cool.'

- 'Ready?' - Whoa!

Whoa, I like it.

- Daddy, please can we go? - Oh, come on.

- Please. - Please, dad.

- Javon. - Mm-hm.

Let 'em go out for 20 minutes.

- 'Yay!' - With pleasure.

- Come on, you guys, let's go. - Whoa!

- Javon, get me down? - Come on, old man.

Get on, get going, get going.

Today is the best day ever.

(Michael chuckles)

- You're seein' this? - Hm.

(laughs)

'Blanket's gonna wear him out.'

Whoa!

I feel safe with Javon.

Oh, my God. I just wish I can go out there and play with them.

I know, sir, I'm sorry, but it's just too dangerous.

- 'How old is your daughter?' - A little older than Prince.

- And your wife? - Don't have one.

So you're a single father too.

- Yes, sir. - Raising these kids alone.

'It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do.'

Bill, look at them.

'I want 'em to be happy all the time.'

We need a home. We need a home, Bill.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five--

Five, four, three, two...one.

Oh!

(laughing)

Paris, say thank you to Bill.

Thank you, Bill.

You're welcome, Paris.

- Good night. - Good night.

Alright, pajamas

and then we read a story.

- Okay. - Alright, come on.

- Daddy? - Yeah.

Why do people call you "Wacko Jacko?"

Where did you hear that?

I saw it on TV.

Paris...

Sometimes people call me that

because I'm different.

Is different bad?

No, no, not always.

But it's not nice to call people names.

I know.

- And Jehovah wouldn't like it. - I know.

Okay, come on.

- 'Daddy?' - Yeah.

If you're different then I wanna be different too.

(sighs)

Come here. Oh.

I love you.

- Pajamas. - Okay.

Alright.

(instrumental music)

I've been waiting for so long.

Hey, where's my sauce? Where's my sauce?

Listen, dad, it's so cool. It's so cool.

I'm telling you, this guy...

It's gonna start in a minute. Prince?

Oh, yeah, thanks, dad.

Want some?

You don't want. He will. He will.

(Bill) I don't care what anybody says about Michael Jackson

tryin' to turn himself into a white man.

Anyone who insists on takin' his own spray butter

and hot sauce to a movie theatre

that man is black, ghetto and hood.

Everybody, wait. No, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, everybody, calm down for a minute.

This is Charlie Chaplin.

He's my favorite actor.

And he's the king of comedy, okay?

- Mm-hm. - Yeah.

Bill?

(chuckles) You'll love him.

He is so good.

(music from movie)

(chuckles)

- It's a go, Bill. - 'Roger that.'

(indistinct chatter)

Car's right over there.

Car's over there, car's over there.

- Guy's come on. - There you go.

There he is.

- Dad! - Go!

- 'Hey, back off! Back off!' - Back off!

Back off! Back off! Hey!

- They're hurting me! - Hey! Hey! Let's turn back!

- Daddy! - Dad!

- Daddy! daddy! - Dad!

(Bill) 'Stay back, back up! Back up!'

- 'Daddy!' - 'No!'

- Kids. Get the camera, Javon! - 'Get down!'

He's got pictures of the children.

(Bill) 'Back off!'

Get the camera!

Oh!

Somebody help her up.

(grunts)

Damn! Making me sweat in my good suit.

- Get up, get up. - Get off me.

- Give me the damn-- - No!

- Come on, good God! - Give me the camera!

- Uhh! - Come on!

Get your ass outta here.

Punk!

(instrumental music)

I'll always protect you.

You should never be afraid.

That's what I'm here for.

There are good people in the world

and there are bad people.

And my job is to always keep you from the bad.

Okay?

Come here.

(humming)

♪ You can smile ♪

♪ Through your fears ♪

♪ And sorrow ♪

♪ Smile then maybe ♪

♪ Tomorrow ♪

♪ You'll find ♪

♪ That life ♪

♪ Is still worthwhile ♪

♪ If you just ♪

♪ Smile ♪

(Michael) 'You'd better let me in.'

'I'm, I'm telling you.'

'Blanket, open...'

'Blanket! Let me in!'

(laughter)

(clears throat)

Uh, is everything okay, Mr. Jackson?

What?

(chuckles) We're playin' a game

and they locked me out.

(laughs)

Wait till I get Blanket. Oh, can you let me in?

- Yes, sir, I can let you in. - Come on, come on, come on.

Hey, Mr. Jackson.

'Raymone asked me to have you sign those contracts today.'

After the game.

(Michael) 'I'm telling you now.'

- Well, hurry up. - I'm tryin', man,

- They won't open it. - Look at you.

I don't wanna sign these.

Should I tell them why, sir?

Everyone wants me to do these shows.

'They say it's the only way that I can pay off my debts.'

But they don't understand.

When people come to a Michael Jackson show

they expect me to perform from the beginning to the end.

'The whole show.'

I'm not like these Vegas acts.

That sit in the corner and sing Kumbaya.

They want me to sing and dance.

I'm not that kid anymore, Bill.

I can't do five nights a week.

I just can't.

It would kill me, Bill.

It would kill me.

You sent for me, sir?

I hate being stuck in this house, Bill.

'I need to do something different tonight.'

'I need to get out.'

What would you like to do?

'For once...'

...I just wanna go out with my children.

In public, like a normal person.

I go through two to three hours of make-up.

Trying to disguise myself.

They always recognize me.

Sir, what if I told you

I had a way that wouldn't involve an ounce of make-up.

(upbeat music)

No way, this is crazy.

(crowd cheering)

Okay.

Okay.

(laughing) That is so funny!

'Look at Blanket. Come on, look at Blanket.'

'You see that? See those moves?'

(male Get 'em again.

Come on! Come on, brother! Come one!

Come on, Blanket.

(laughter)

What is this? What is, what is this?

(laughing) What is this?

(crowd cheering)

Blanket won that one. Yeah!

- I like the horses. Heh. - Yeah. It's very nice.

It's just not, like, it's so private.

It's very private.

This is a, this is a beautiful one, it's...

- Very. - Yeah, quite rare.

- Oh. - Very secluded.

'A private road nearly a mile long.'

(Michael) 'Bill, stop the car.'

This is what I wanted to show you.

(instrumental music)

It's beautiful.

I love this tree.

- It's so peaceful. - Yeah.

There're so many.

Oh, wow.

This sells for 55 million.

But it is worth far more than that.

There's a wine cellar.

Fabulous wine cellar. Do you enjoy wine?

I do, but I love this garden.

Yes.

Well, if you like this.

You really must see the inside.

- I'll go get the key. - Please.

God!

Beautiful, look at it.

This is what I wanted.

Bill.

This is it.

I can feel it.

- It's our new house. - Really?

- You're gonna buy it? - Yes!

This is our new home.

Look at it, Bill.

Magic.

Bill, this is wonderland!

This is wonderland.

- You like it, huh? - This place is amazing.

Can we have animals?

Of course, we can have animals.

- And call it Neverland? - No, no. Not that.

This place is filled with love

and peace, music and magic.

It's called Wonderland.

(all) Wonderland.

- I wanna see my room. - Me too. Can we go inside?

(in unison) Please, daddy? Please?

I really wanna see my room.

The agent says she'll be here in 30 minutes.

- Please? Please? - Please? Please?

Uh, why don't you go and have a look

at the, uh, turtles and stuff up there.

- Turtles. - Oh, I wanna see the turtles.

Well, you guys have something in the car

that can open the door, right?

Mr. Jackson, I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Come on, it's fine. The realtor already knows, it's my house.

I'm telling you. Come on.

- 'Heh!' - 'I see, I see the turtle.'

I'm gonna go get the tools out the car.

You know he's gonna get us in trouble one of these days.

Hey, it's part of the job.

(Prince) 'Dad. Dad, look. Look at the turtle.'

- 'Dad, come here.' - Ah.

Bill, I love my fans

my fan mail.

Look at that, "I just can't stop loving you."

(cell phone ringing)

Well, it's Ms. Bain. Maybe I should answer it.

No, they're only gonna try and get me to do things

I don't wanna do.

(ringing continues)

- Sir? - Hello, Raymone.

Mr. Jackson, as you know

you came back to Vegas to do a residency.

Listen, Raymone...

'The hotel has agreed to the money'

and they've agreed to build you a custom arena

just like they did for Celine Dion.

I don't wanna think about that right now.

Well, you need to think about this now.

If you wanna buy that $55 million house

you better get back up on stage.

I told you, I can't do that.

Okay, well, then I guess you'll just have to sell

your music catalogue.

No! I don't wanna sell my catalogue!

I won't do it!

Damn it!

I'm sorry, Bill. I'm sorry.

- I'll get you a new phone. - It's alright, sir.

'Is there anything I can do?'

Play my song, Bill. The one I like.

Okay, sir.

♪ Get busy everybody's talkin' ♪

♪ All this stuff about me now now ♪

♪ Why don't they just let me live? ♪

♪ I don't need permission make my own decisions ♪

♪ That's my prerogative ♪

♪ They say I'm crazy ♪

♪ I really don't care ♪

Sing.

♪ That's my prerogative ♪

♪ They say I'm nasty ♪

♪ But I don't give a damn ♪

♪ Gettin' girls is how I live ♪

♪ Some ask me questions ♪ ♪ Ohh ♪

♪ Why am I so real? ♪

♪ But they don't understand me ♪

♪ I really don't know the deal ♪

♪ About a brother tryin' hard to make it right ♪

♪ Not long ago before I win this fight ♪

♪ Sing everybody's talkin' ♪

♪ All this stuff about me ♪

♪ Why don't they just let me live? ♪

♪ Tell me why ♪

♪ I don't need permission make my own decisions ♪

♪ Oh ♪ ♪ That's my prerogative ♪

♪ It's my prerogative ♪

♪ It's the way that I wanna live ♪

♪ It's my prerogative ♪

♪ I can do just what... ♪

Do you like them better than me?

Hey, sweetie.

No. No.

I love you more than anything in this world.

(cell phone ringing)

Hold on, baby. I gotta take this.

Hello. Yes, Mr. Jackson?

She's coughin', she-she's sneezin', she can't breathe.

'She has a fever.'

Okay, okay. I'll take her to the ER.

In case you've forgotten, I'm your family, not them.

(Michael) 'No. No, no, no.'

There'll be forms and press.

'I need a doctor here tonight.'

Bill, I don't know what I'll do

if anything happens to her.

Sir, I know, and I will take care of it.

Hey. Hey, come on.

I'm sorry, baby.

Please, sweetheart, just a little bit. You haven't had--

- No. No, no, no! - Just a little bit.

- Paris, you got to eat. - I don't want soup!

- Then what do you want? - I want to go home.

'I want to go back to our real house.'

I wanna go back to Neverland.

(sighs)

Sir, the doctor's here.

Oh. Please come in.

Good evening, Mr. Jackson.

I'm Dr. Conrad Murray.

Thank you, doctor. Thank you for coming.

- My pleasure, sir. - Please.

How often did Dr. Murray visit?

Five or six times.

Did you ever see Dr. Murray give Mr. Jackson drugs?

- Not that I recall. - So, then what happened?

I had to stay back to pack up the house for Wonderland.

And I went to Virginia with the family for three weeks

thinkin' we'd return to move into Wonderland.

At this point

our paychecks were erratic.

Sometimes they didn't come at all.

(Bill) Mr. Jackson decided to take the children

on a summer vacation back east.

So I went to Virginia with the family

and Javon stayed in Vegas

to pack up the house for the move to Wonderland.

- Alright, guys, let's get out. - Are we here? Are we here?

(Paris) 'Oh, Grace, do you have my Barbie doll?'

(Blanket) 'Grace, let's go get Kenya.'

Who are all these people?

Raymone said they're the best security team in D.C.

I don't like all these strangers around.

(Bill) I got you.

- Is something wrong? - No. Everything's fine.

- What is that? - Boss wants them to pull back.

Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.

Aa-aah!

- Oh! - Daddy's it!

(in unison) Daddy's it! Daddy's it!

Come on, Blanket. Let's go!

'Let's go, Blanket. Let's go, Paris.'

- You see? - Mm.

They would never have found me

if they weren't standing there.

I want them off, Bill. I want 'em gone.

- Yes, sir. - And where's my fan mail?

Get it for me.

Boss wants your guys to pull back.

- Let them do their jobs. - Let me do mine!

- And boss wants his fan mail. - I'll bring it tomorrow.

- He wants it today. - Tomorrow!

Ms. Bain, wait.

Ms. Bain.

Ms. Bain, it's been four months.

All you have to do is get boss to sign those contracts

and then we all get paid.

I'll even throw in a $25,000 bonus when he does.

(engine starts)

These are the loan documents from Raymone Bain.

Okay.

These are the loan documents

from the other attorney Greg Cross.

Mr. Cross says, "Do not sign

Ms. Bain's under any circumstances."

Okay.

Ms. Bain says, "Do not sign

Mr. Cross' under any circumstance."

Oh. What, what... What should I do?

I can't tell you, sir.

(pop music)

♪ Why don't you understand? ♪

♪ See it in my walk ♪

♪ Don't you act like you don't recognize ♪

♪ No pretend no faking ♪

♪ And the rainbow puttin' on ♪

♪ Kinda hard to fake me in this place ♪

♪ See the way I move so smooth ♪

♪ So debonair ♪

♪ Girl I'm not your average kind ♪

♪ No no no ♪

♪ Ooh once I'm gone ♪

♪ Girl I'm still on your mind ♪

♪ Still on your mind ♪

♪ On your mind ♪

♪ Girl I'm still on your mind ♪

♪ All the time ♪ ♪ All the time ♪

♪ Yeah yeah ♪ ♪ Baby ♪

♪ I don't mean no disrespect ♪

♪ But I know said I know ♪

♪ That you want me ♪

♪ I can tell by the way you ride ♪

♪ Ooh love the way you whine ♪

♪ Whine and play it on me ♪

♪ I may not be what you need ♪

♪ But I'm what you want ♪

♪ Girl you know I'm what you want ♪

♪ Girl I want you feelin' me ♪

♪ Even after I'm gone ♪

♪ Ooh when I'm gone ♪

♪ Girl I'm still on your mind ♪

♪ On your mind ♪ ♪ On your mind ♪

♪ Girl I'm still on your mind ♪

♪ All the time ♪

Truth is, we had broken security protocol.

We had become attached to our clients

and that's not good for business.

(knocking on door)

Did I wake you?

No, I don't sleep. What's wrong?

I just read the strangest thing online.

They said you were dead.

(chuckles)

That's why I keep the kids off the Internet.

That is so cruel.

"Michael Jackson Dead" sells newspapers.

Sometimes I wonder if people wish I was dead.

Why would you say that?

A lot of people believe terrible things about me.

'They wish I was dead.'

Everybody, we're leaving.

Are we going back to Neverland?

Blanket, we're never going back to Neverland.

We're going to Wonderland, right?

We're going to somewhere else first.

Why can't we just go home?

We don't have one.

Come on, we're going.

(Bill) 'The hotel will keep the pool closed'

'to the public for two hours.'

(Michael) Ha! Two hours?

Kids, we got two hours.

(kids cheering)

(Michael) We've got two! Come on!

Look at this. No, thank Bill.

Whoa!

♪ ...let me live ♪

Come on!

Blanket, for you!

♪ That's my prerogative ♪

(chatter)

♪ I really don't care ♪

♪ That's my prerogative ♪

(chatter)

♪ But I don't give a damn, gettin' girls... ♪

(chatter)

♪ Some asking questions, why am I so real? ♪

♪ But they don't understand me I really don't know the deal ♪

J.

♪ Hard to make it right ♪

♪ Not long ago ♪

♪ Before I win this fight, sing ♪

(chatter)

♪ This stuff about me ♪

♪ Why don't they just let me live? ♪

♪ Tell me why ♪

♪ I don't need permission, made my own de... ♪

I told you about this! I told you!

I told...

- Mr. Jackson! - 'No!'

- 'Mr. Jackson, it's okay.' - No! No!

Mr. Jackson, it's disconnected!

It's not on, it doesn't work!

- Ahh! - 'Mr. Jackson, please.'

- Oh, damn. - No! No!

- 'Javon, get over there.' - No!

- Sir, uh, let me see that. - No!

Let me see. Jesus, are you okay?

Give me some more towels. Please, sir.

- No! - Sir-sir, please...

Are you okay? Sir, let me see it.

Let me see... Sir, please.

You got to look out for this.

You gotta take care of this.

Okay, okay, okay.

These are my children.

I don't want anybody taking pictures of my children.

Just keep the pressure on it, sir.

(sobbing)

It's okay, sir.

- My daughter's... - Okay, okay, okay.

I just wanna be left alone.

Why don't they leave me alone?

Why?

(sobbing)

You know, I would never do anything to hurt a child.

I'd slit my own wrist, Bill

before I did anything to hurt a child.

- You know, right? - Yes, sir.

- You believe me? - Of course, sir. Of course.

- You believe me, Bill. - Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Shh. It's alright.

It's okay. It's alright, sir.

It's alright. Shh.

We got you.

That day

was the first real indication I had

that Mr. Jackson was on somethin'.

I saw him drink wine from time to time

and get a little silly

but this was different.

(Davis) 'You know what I think?'

I think Mr. Jackson was on drugs

and I think you two kept quiet

to save your jobs, like the rest of the staff.

Man, if that ain't the dumbest shit

your ass said all day.

We weren't gettin' paid.

Don't you get it? We loved that man!

We were the only two people actually lookin' out for him.

'We did our damn jobs and then some.'

(Bill) 'Drugs weren't his issue.'

He hadn't worked in years.

He spent tons of money on lawsuits, legal fees

shopping and family.

'Money was his issue.'

He owned the Beatles' catalogue.

Sure he was rich on paper

but that was all tied up.

'The only way he or anybody else was going to get paid'

was if he got back on stage.

And like I said

we hadn't been paid in months.

Man, Mr. Jackson was basically homeless.

You guys are doing a great job.

I'm gonna give you guys a raise.

Thank you, sir.

Aren't you guys happy about that?

Sir, we haven't been paid in five months.

Yeah, and they even cut off our per diems now.

Get Raymone on the phone.

(keypad beeping)

(line ringing)

- 'How can I help you, boss?' - 'Raymone.'

I want you to pay these guys now.

- 'But--' - I don't want to hear excuses.

They are protecting me and my family

'and without me'

'this machine doesn't run.'

Pay them!

You know it's not my fault, right?

Yes, sir.

Brahms, please.

(classical music playing on stereo)

(Bill) Mr. Jackson got a call to do a photoshoot

for a national magazine.

The next thing I knew we were in New York City

watching him transition to the King of Pop.

Around that time, Mr. Jackson had struck up a friendship

with a young film student, Michael Amir.

They were spending time together

scripting an animated movie about King Tut.

Raymone Bain was out

and Michael Amir was in.

(instrumental music)

Steve, uh, get me the 200 ready. Alright?

Okay, thank you. He's ready? Alright.

Okay, Michael, we're ready for you, so whenever--

- One minute, one minute. - Alright. Thank you.

Okay. Uh, get me this light over there.

Thank you.

Right here.

'Get me something warmer. Yeah.'

Well, good luck. Thank you.

Bill, Javon. I've got a surprise for you.

♪ But I don't know what to do ♪

I told you I'd get your money.

Thank you, sir.

It's okay, I just, I need your morale back.

I need smiles, okay?

(male 'Michael, we're ready for you.'

In a minute, in a minute.

Look, I know it's only half of what I owe you.

I'm figuring out a way to get it

to pay you everything.

I have it. I just can't get to it right now.

You guys trust me, right?

Come on.

Let's do this.

Okay, girls, thank you. Michael, Michael, let's do this.

- Yes, okay, okay. - Let's make magic together.

'Alright.'

Ready.

(crowd cheering)

♪ I'd love to change the world ♪

♪ But I don't know what to do ♪

(music continues)

♪ So I leave it up to you ♪

'Okay, bring it on, Michael.'

'Bring it on.'

(music continues)

♪ Ah ah ah oh ooh ♪

♪ But I don't know what to do ♪

♪ Ah ah ah oh ooh ♪

♪ But I don't know what to do ♪

♪ Huh uh huh ♪

♪ But I don't know what to do ♪

♪ Oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh ♪

♪ But I don't know what to ♪

♪ Do ♪

(instrumental music)

♪ So I leave it up to you ♪

♪ And I don't know what to do ♪

(chuckles)

- I want one of these. - Absolutely, Mr. Jackson.

Oh, my God, Bill...

I'm getting that for Wonderland.

Yes, sir.

- I want candy. - Yes, sir.

A big bag.

I love candy.

Bill, I need this.

Well, in what color?

I'll get blue.

Oh, my God.

I want this, Bill.

- Can I get one of these? - Yes, Mr. Jackson.

Hm.

(chuckles)

Oh.

Paris will love this, Bill.

No, wait, wait, wait.

I want this.

Prince.

I love it.

(beeps)

I'm so sorry.

There must be something wrong with the machine.

Hm, yeah.

Ask her if we can take everything tonight

and pay for it tomorrow.

Okay. Did you hear that? Can we do it?

Um...

No. I'm sorry. I-I could lose my job a-and...

Okay, um...

No.

Call my lawyer, Londell McMillan.

Tell him to put it on his card.

Sir, it's 4:00 a.m. in the morning in New York.

Bill, my kids need their presents.

(sighs)

I'm so sorry. I... Just take your time.

- Let me get that. - Okay.

- Come on. - Alright.

Oh, my God, look at, look at all this stuff.

Yeah.

Okay.

Things are about to change, Bill.

I'm talking to AEG

about London.

Oh, God.

I'll do ten dates, max...

...and then after that

we don't have to worry about money no more.

Okay.

(sighs)

- Do you understand? - That sounds great, sir.

(chuckles)

(elevator dings)

'Bill, I wanna warn you that-that the vultures'

'are gonna start coming'

and everybody's gonna want something

and nobody's gonna trust anybody.

Bill, I need you to look for golf carts.

Sir?

We need golf carts

to patrol Wonderland

after we move in.

(Bill) Michael Amir used the new mony

from AEG to rent Mr. Jackson

another temporary house.

Amir also brought in a small army

of Fruit Of Islam security guards

who answered only to him.

Javon and I were marginalized

pushed aside and damn near pushed out.

- Hey, Bill! - Hey, Bill!

- Hey! - Hey, Bill.

- How you doin'? - We missed you.

- I missed you too. - Love you.

- Bye, Bill. - Alright. Bye-bye. Alright.

- Bye, Bill. - Yeah.

- Bye. - Bye.

Mr. Jackson would like for you to have the fan mail

all legal correspondences, everything

sent directly to me now.

Not a problem.

Should we set up the trailer?

We're not gonna be here long.

Just use the garage.

I'm gonna need you and Javon to sign NDAs.

- What? - I'm protecting Mr. Jackson.

In the two years I've been workin' for Mr. Jackson

have there been any information leaks?

In those two years Mr. Jackson wasn't workin'.

It's a new day.

What if I say no?

Then you and Javon don't get paid.

Man, you know me.

You've seen what we've done for Mr. Jackson.

How are you gonna look me in the eye and tell me

you're not gonna pay me until we sign some bull crap

non-disclosure?

New day.

New rules.

I'll take it up with the boss.

I'll take that.

(cell phone rings) Hello?

(Katherine) 'Bill, I don't know what in the world is going on.'

I've been tryin' to get in touch with my son.

His phone number has been changed.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

He's got this new team.

Well, I'm worried about him a-and my grandchildren.

Ms. Jackson, please don't worry, I'm gonna have him call you.

Thank you, Bill.

He trusts you.

I trust you.

Yes, Ms. Jackson.

Mr. Jackson won't be seeing you today.

I know.

He's busy.

Y'all workin' on somethin' big.

I heard it all before.

Look, man, I get it.

You doin' you.

But I'm not here tryin' to get anything from Mr. Jackson.

I'm here because I'm concerned.

Don't be.

He's taken care of.

You tell him to call his mother.

(crowd cheering)

Hold on, hold on.

I love you. I really do.

From the bottom of my heart.

(all cheering)

This is it! This is it!

This is it!

(all) This is it! This is it!

(crowd chanting) This is it! This is it! This is it!

(cheering continues)

When I say "This is it"

this is really it.

(crowd cheering)

This is the final curtain call.

I'll see you in July.

(crowd cheering)

(Bill) Mr. Jackson was rehearsin' in Los Angeles

and we were in Vegas preparin' for London.

(cell phone rings)

Hello?

(Javon) 'Are you sure it's not him?'

It's not his number.

But Imma find out who it is right now.

(Michael over phone) 'Hello?'

Who is this?

'May I help you?'

You called me first, asshole.

(cell phone rings)

See, same freakin' guy. Who the hell is this?

(Michael) 'Bill, it's me, Mr. Jackson.'

Oh! Mr. Jackson.

I'm sorry, I thought it was a prank call.

You really didn't know it was me?

You got me. It was a good voice.

What happened to you guys? I-I'm in L.A.

'Why aren't you guys here with me?'

I told Michael Amir to send you guys tickets.

Tickets never came.

I need you and Javon

in Los Angeles.

I need you here now.

Yeah, we'll see you in London in a couple weeks.

So, how does it feel to be going back on stage?

When this is over...

...I'll, I'll have enough money to get out.

'No more debts.'

I'm gonna, I'm gonna buy that house...

...for my children.

And you guys are gonna be fine.

And, Bill...

God bless you, Bill.

God bless you too, boss.

(melancholic music)

(Bill) Somethin' in my gut told me I needed to go.

I booked a flight to L.A. for the next day.

Baby.

I'll be in L.A. for a couple of weeks for rehearsal

and then I'll be in London for four months.

- Can I come visit? - Only if you behave.

- Take care of my baby. - I got you.

(cell phone rings)

Hello?

Turn on the news.

(melancholic music)

An incredibly fast moving story...

(female reporter on TV) And, Phil, I'm being told right now that Jermaine Jackson

the pop star's brother...

(crowd chattering)

(melancholic music)

And it's very, very sad news that both

'that both the Los Angeles Times and CBS News...'

Oh, my God.

'...both now reporting that Michael Jackson has died.'

This is hard.

My brother

the legendary King of Pop, Michael Jackson

passed away on 2:26 p.m.

'He suffered cardiac arrest in his home.'

His personal physician, who was with him at the time

attempted to resuscitate my brother

as did the paramedics who transported him

to Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center.

'A team of doctors including'

emergency physicians and cardiologists

attempted to resuscitate him

for a period of more than one hour

'and they were unsuccessful.'

'Our family requests that the media'

'please respect our privacy during this tough time.'

(sobbing)

They sat there at that memorial

with all those people

talking about what a great friend Michael was

and...how much he meant to them

and...the only thing I could think was...

...where the hell were they?

Where were they when the phone didn't ring for days?

When he couldn't sleep at night

he had nobody in the world to talk to.

Yeah, and when, when Paris' birthday came

and...nobody showed up...

...except for the nanny

and a couple security guards.

Where the hell were those people when he needed them?

(Green) 'You said that you think'

'Mr. Jackson would still be alive'

'if you were there.'

I don't know about all that.

But I know we definitely woulda done things differently.

I heard those people on the phone talkin' about

"We have a gentlemen here, and he's not breathin'."

Man, to hell with that.

I woulda thrown him in the car

and took him to the hospital myself.

Yes, straight up.

Did Dr. Conrad Murray kill Michael Jackson?

Michael Jackson was going to die in L.A.

The show, all this pressure...

...it was going to happen.

And it's so hard...

(sniffles)

...because I don't know if those kids

are ever gonna find their Neverland.

Hey, maybe they have...

...you know.

May-maybe Neverland is just...

...a normal life.

(instrumental music)

What else do you wanna know?

(music continues)

(music continues)

(Nat King Cole singing "Smile")

♪ Smile ♪

♪ Though your heart is aching ♪

♪ Smile even though it's breaking ♪

(Bill) It was never gonna be right for him.

Never. Not in this world.

He was never gonna have the life you and I have

to just get up and go, free.

Now, he'll rest.

The worst part is

they were the happiest children.

The happiest family always.

♪ Smile and maybe tomorrow ♪

♪ You'll see the sun ♪

♪ Come shining through ♪

♪ If you ♪

♪ Just ♪

♪ Smile ♪

(music continues)

♪

Narrator: The legendary King of Pop...

♪ Billie Jean is not my lover ♪

He was bigger than any person.

He set the world on fire.

Narrator: A young boy from Indiana

with the voice of an angel.

♪ Bah-bah, bah, bah-bah ♪

Narrator: ...and moves that could blow your mind.

Michael stood out from the very beginning.

Narrator: Tonight, a rare look at the incomparable rise

of Michael Jackson...

Connelly: Michael dominated the pop landscape

the way no artist in my lifetime has.