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The story you are about to see

was inspired by actual events.

The names have been changed to protect the innocent.

*

It was Thursday.

It was overcast in Los Angeles.

My partner and I were working the day shift

at a robbery homicide.

The call came in at 7:40.

White male, beaten to death

in MacArthur Park.

For the unfortunate in LA

this was like an outdoor motel.

Bring your blanket, spend the night.

My name's Friday.

I'm a cop.

The park's upper class were Salvadorian drug dealers

competing for turf.

Without armed protection

this is the last place you'd wanna find yourself after dark.

I thought I had a bad night.

Hey, Terry.

Hey, Joe.

Blunt force trauma,

three to four blows,

TOD around midnight.

Weapon?

Nothing yet.

Lacerations suggest something with an edge.

Edge?

Yeah, that's not all.

Check the eyes.

Petechial hemorrhaging.

He was asphyxiated.

Strangled?

Not without ligature marks.

No thumb impressions.

Smothered, maybe.

Head trauma could have caused a seizure.

We'll have to take a closer look.

Found these on him.

Porsche.

Put this on the perimeter search, it may be nearby.

Drove here in a yellow Carrera.

The guy had balls.

Put some tape around that car,

make sure no one touches it til it goes to impound.

This was in the bushes about 50 yards north.

Cleaned out.

Left the license, though.

SC student.

Jason Francis Biehl.

989 Sunset Plaza Place.

Hollywood Hills.

He's way off his turf.

Whoa.

But on someone else's.

Bangers wasting paint on a white kid,

you buying this, Carlos?

That's an 8th Street tag.

Supposed to be anyway.

Meaning?

It's wrong.

It should be a figure eight.

Point of pride with these guys.

What, a rival gang looking to pin it on somebody else?

There's no artistry here.

Frame job or no,

any banger's gonna know how to tag.

See ya.

Take it easy.

The body was marked with a gang sign.

If it seems too good to be true,

it usually is.

*

*

*

1:42 PM.

We were in the coroner's as the Biehl family

felt the earth fall from beneath their feet.

It was part of the job that kept you up nights.

Different cultures have different ideas

when it comes to viewing the body.

Some wanna see it all,

some only the face,

and some just take our word for it.

We know that Jason was at SC.

A grad student.

Business program.

The strings I had to pull to get him in.

Unfortunately, Mr. Biehl,

there's only one kind of business in MacArthur Park.

So this was a drug thing?

You don't seem surprised.

My son had some problems.

Yeah, but he also had some money.

MacArthur Park's looking to buy on the cheap.

Money didn't come from me,

I cut him off two years ago.

I was paying his tuition, that's it.

And that was a result of his drug problem.

Senior year was the last straw.

Got kicked off the water polo team

for testing positive for cocaine.

Almost a year we've been uh,

out of touch.

So you don't know any of his current friends.

Georgina.

They wanna know about Jason's friends.

They could call Eddie Polian.

I've seen him recently with Jason.

He's at the SC film school.

Day before yesterday we had lunch at Chaya.

Jason sent his ahi back twice.

Too rare.

That was Jason, he knew what he wanted.

We heard that might have included drugs.

He dabbled.

Would he have dabbled in MacArthur Park?

Look, I don't know, I didn't see him.

I've been putting in 24 hours days

reinterpreting Slavko Vorkapic's intellectual montage.

All right, yeah.

Maybe he was down there buying.

So he must have known some upscale dealers, right?

So why the park?

High risk locale for him.

That's probably why he was there.

Jason got off on risk.

The higher, the better.

A kid just out of SC with a rich father who cut him off.

No money, starting out in the world.

Jason Biehl should have been living with roommates

in a crowded party house down at the beach.

Somehow he'd gotten a bungalow in the Hollywood Hills

that probably went for five grand a month.

The question was how.

Who was this kid?

He sure did know how to live.

When he was alive.

Don't eat the dead guy's candy, Frank.

They don't have that family album look.

What's with the numbers?

I don't know.

Maybe photo art.

Volunteer work.

Who knows.

I don't see him as a social activist.

Hey, Joe, got a laptop in here.

Check the email.

Come on, now you're hogging it all.

Wait a second.

Friday, this is junk mail.

I get this kind of stuff all the time.

Did you ever reply to junk mail?

No.

This guy did.

So it's personal.

I'd say it's real personal.

*

*

We got the home address on Jason's alluring e-penpal,

Keri Toft.

Sky high cheekbones, tent pole waist,

after market silicone upgrades.

About the only real thing on Keri was her attitude.

High maintenance, high risk.

Right up Jason's alley.

Sorry about the mess, I'm kind of crazed.

Pilot season.

You should see my place.

We're trying to piece together

Jason Biehl's last night.

Yeah.

I can't believe it, he was such a great guy.

But I hadn't talked to him in about a week.

Enemies?

Anybody have anything against him?

No.

I mean, he could rub people the wrong way.

He had a real sense of...

It's called displacement behavior

by pet shrinks on the animal channel.

We call it babble.

...instant gratification.

I mean, when he saw...

She was worried about something that my partner will see.

...just took it.

Like the old cold, warm, and warmer of a hide and seek game,

when he finds it Keri will let us know.

Who's this?

The, just some guy.

That's Lee.

Why is he important?

What?

Keri, you're not very happy that I picked up that photo.

Lee is my boyfriend.

Jason and I were just buddies.

Care to rephrase?

Lee know about Jason?

You guys are way off.

Lee had nothing to do with what happened to Jason.

Mhmm, you know where he is?

Sure, I sort of knew him,

we used to play together.

We heard Jason um,

might have had a little trouble with the drug test.

Yeah.

That was rough.

That goes out the window real quick

when you show positive for coke.

Ain't random testing a bitch?

Tell me about it.

So what about last night?

What about it?

Looks like you had a late night, that's all.

Yeah, I was at the library studying.

Must be hard balancing athletics and school.

What subject?

Bio.

So you and Jason kept in touch?

Not really.

You know, I don't like the idea that you think that I...

Think what?

It's never personal, Lee.

We actually think there may be a drug angle.

Not really, no.

We're not narcs, Lee, just give us a name.

No strings.

Like someone around MacArthur Park?

Convicts buy blow in MacArthur Park.

Yeah, that's a bad question.

Enlighten us.

Where would Jason go to score?

Payami, Y-A-M, he's a dealer.

How many?

I'm coming up.

That was narco,

they got seven most recent addresses on Payami,

I'm gonna go sort through 'em.

Check with the coroner,

see where they are on that autopsy.

All right.

Detective?

Alana.

Uh, yeah, Jason's sister.

I didn't know you were coming by,

I hope you weren't waiting long.

I was on my way back from the funeral home.

My mom really isn't in shape to deal with things

and I um, just wanted to,

to tell you...

Um, I don't know what you found out about my brother,

but my father and Jason weren't...

Yeah, we know there's a problem there.

He was just obsessed with Jason being successful.

Like him.

If you call that successful.

My father isn't exactly the most honorable man.

He never cared who got laid off or screwed over

as long as his earnings beat the street.

Your brother subscribe to that?

He was making money.

He called me last week,

took me to lunch.

There he was, throwing his keys at the valet,

snapping at the waiters.

I'm sorry, I, I don't know why I came, I should go.

Other people don't know your brother like you did.

He never acted like that before.

It wasn't him.

I guess I just needed to say

whatever he'd gotten himself into,

whatever he'd become,

it wasn't his fault.

Did your brother um,

ever work at any homeless shelters?

Soup kitchens?

Not that I know of.

Because we found these at his place.

Any idea what they might be?

No, sorry.

I should go.

Thank you.

*

Established dealers make specific choices

in architecture.

Expensive surroundings justify higher prices

and the erroneous belief that better quality is offered.

Farhad Payami had moved past mid level

into classic Spanish revival.

Thick walls, empty hallways,

he kept his door ajar so the neighbors wouldn't hear it

opening and closing all day and get suspicious.

It's a smart idea most of the time.

Not today.

Cops.

The other white meat.

See what he did there, Joe?

He just called us pigs.

But in like, a roundabout kind of way.

Clever.

You got a warrant?

Don't need a warrant to have a conversation, do you?

I'm not feeling real conversational.

Just tell us about Jason Biehl.

Doesn't ring a bell.

Kind of like you guys.

Doesn't knock,

doesn't ring a bell.

Client of yours.

Got killed sometime last night.

Sucks for him.

His cell phone record says he paged you at 7:14 PM.

Sucks for you.

I get a lot of pages.

Let's make this easy.

You ever play I Spy?

I spy with my little eye 100 one ounce Ziploc bags

with cocaine residue on the coffee table.

I don't like that game.

All right.

Let's say hypothetically I know the guy.

So hypothetically when did he come over and what'd he want?

I'm not saying he came by at 8:30

and I'm not saying he wanted a couple of eight balls

and some wet.

And then he was on his way.

Wet's kinda ghetto for a rich kid, don't you think?

Ghetto's in, man.

PCP's making a big comeback.

Well, congratulations.

And that's about all I'm not gonna say

about Jason Biehl.

Tox screen came up positive for cocaine.

What about PCP?

He bought joints dipped in the stuff.

Special wet sauce?

Nope.

So he loads up at Farhad's,

does a few bumps,

heads downtown to unload.

No, not enough weight to be delivering.

Actually looks like someone delivered him

to the crime scene.

Check it out.

Finger marks.

So he was dragged.

Or carried.

But dead bodies don't bruise.

Before lividity sets in they do.

You got a small window post mortem.

So somebody whacks him on the head,

smothers him.

Carried the body to the concrete so they can tag him,

pin it on Eighth Street.

Except he wasn't smothered.

And I'm thinking he wasn't killed in the park, either.

What the hell is that?

From his bronchi and trachea.

Equal parts.

Mucus, air and water.

Drowner's cocktail.

He drowned?

Yup.

Chlorinated water.

I'd look for a well maintained pool.

*

Chlorinated water offered a limited pool of possibilities.

First on the list was Olympic wannabe Lee Calof

with his working knowledge of water polo and drug dealing.

Studying biology at the library,

it's a little late for that.

What do you mean?

You flunked biology.

Last semester.

Okay, I was out of town, Vegas.

This is a homicide investigation

and you've lied to us about your alibi,

so why the hell should we believe you this time?

The guy that paid our way to Vegas is an alum, a rich one.

If anybody found out it'd be considered a gift,

my eligibility would be shot.

I'm trying to make the Olympic team.

God, why is this happening?

Relax.

This thing checks out

the Olympic Committee doesn't need to know.

I knew Keri was sleeping with him.

The guy's got serious money

and he ain't on scholarship.

Any idea how he made that money?

He told Keri he was a movie producer,

but then, everyone tells her that.

*

We had run a check on Jason Biehl's credit cards.

One charge was from a convenience store

two blocks from MacArthur Park.

What made it unusual was the time, 3:35 AM.

Well after Jason's death.

Yep, guy forget to check ID.

Either Jason Biehl was reincarnated as a street person

or we got ourselves a suspect.

I know him,

I see him down the block at the mission.

*

Yeah, Kermit.

Been coming here most nights about six months now.

Wednesday night?

Like I say, he comes, he goes.

This about that guy got killed in the park?

We're looking for anyone that might be a witness.

Yeah.

Right.

Is there something funny?

Four men died in that park last year from exposure.

Nobody gave a damn.

Now some rich white boy goes where he doesn't belong

and all of a sudden it's a cop convention down here.

Well, isn't he well informed.

It's my neighborhood, chief.

Do you know anyone that might be involved?

No, I don't.

Just hope Kerm or some other poor guy didn't take the rap.

Nobody takes the rap unless they're guilty.

We just wanna talk to him.

I'll tell you what.

Let's go to my office.

Make a couple of phone calls,

see what I can dig up.

This way, gentlemen.

Sometimes a helping hand is only offered

to take your attention off the other hand.

The one hiding the ace.

Sykes went from Al Sharpton to Emily Post on a dime.

And to me that said he wasn't leading us to his office

as much as he was leading us away from something.

Or someone.

Hey, Kermit.

LAPD, I'm Sergeant Friday,

this is Detective Smith.

You're gonna take a little ride with us, Kermit.

Sure.

Got all the time in the world.

Been shopping at Barney's lately, Mr. Biehl?

I go where God commands,

He never said anything about Barney.

Let's go.

So, Kermit, where'd you get the wallet?

Yeah, I found that in a trashcan in the park.

Found it, huh?

That's what I do, I find things.

That's a convenient hobby.

No, it's not a hobby.

I find things where He, He tells me.

Who tells you?

Just God, I don't, I don't listen to the other voices.

I listen to and I obey only Him.

Did God ever tell you to kill Jason Biehl?

No.

Hey, hey.

We don't think you just found the wallet, Kermit.

See, you knew Mr. Biehl.

Yeah.

With the camera.

And the wars.

The wars?

When God punishes.

The sinners.

And Jason was a sinner.

We're all sinners, my brother.

And we will all be forgiven.

So if you accidentally

killed Jason Biehl

God would forgive you.

Yeah.

Ac-, accidentally killed him how?

Well, you could tell us that, Kermit.

I'm schizophrenic, there's a lot I don't know,

a lot I could never figure out in my head.

Like, you guys are talking to me,

but the others are talking to me, too.

Hard to figure out.

You really think he just stumbled across

those credit cards.

Someone is trying to make a murder look like a robbery.

Take Biehl's wallet, throw it in the trash.

Maybe there's a connection,

but I don't see Kermit drowning Biehl,

and I don't see him spray painting a phony tag.

There's a fountain on the other side of the park.

Well, we should at least get SID to test the water.

Knock yourself out, Frank.

Says he knows Jason from the wars.

The hell does that mean?

Maybe the war of voices in his head?

Who knows what's real with that guy.

Well, that Polaroid of Kermit is real.

Jason was using them for something.

You think it has something to do with the number on the picture.

I know how to find out.

You can tell a lot about someone

by what they keep on their hard drive.

Jason's laptop was overflowing with hip hop mp3s,

bukkake video streams,

and numerous references to something called...

Bum Wars.

They're reference numbers.

Names, locations, and descriptions.

Financial statements.

Bum Wars was Jason Biehl's company.

What kind of company?

The website.

It's some kind of video company,

they sell their tapes online.

Site's got a lot of bells and whistles,

really well done.

Bums fighting bums, this is for real?

Welcome to internet retail.

Now we know how Jason funded his lifestyle.

Buy it.

See if you can get it here overnight.

We finally knew what put Jason Biehl together

with the homeless in MacArthur Park.

Bad as it was it still didn't tell us how Jason had died.

The crime lab thought they had an answer.

Possible murder weapon over here.

We're testing it now.

No wood splinters found in the skull.

He's right, chances are we're looking at something metal.

Try it anyway, you know.

Joe.

Looks like our tagger's color.

Well, if it did the tag than that rules out gang involvement.

No banger's gonna leave behind a good can of paint.

Dust it, check for prints.

Get a spectrograph comparison on the paint.

*

The tape we ordered was spewing its filth at us

by 10 the next morning

courtesy of overnight delivery.

We've all seen those shows

where a starving coed dressed in feathers

steals food from the other tribe.

Or Dennis from St. Louis eats boiled yak testicles

buried in a bowl of worms.

But this.

Paying homeless men to beat each other senseless.

This was entertainment?

You ever read "Sports Illustrated"?

"Maxim".

There's a section in each issue.

"This Week's Sanity Apocalypse".

This tape's gotta be worth at least ten weeks.

There's a familiar face.

Kermit.

Looks like someone's off his meds.

That's the most vile,

disgusting thing I've ever seen.

I don't disagree, Page.

It's also evidence.

Of what?

There's no murder on that tape.

There is felony assault.

They took advantage of these people.

Sorry, counselor, it's material.

Kermit, you knew Jason, right?

You fought other men for him.

And he gave me the wet.

Gave you what?

Wet.

He's talking about PCP.

To make him fight.

So Jason gave you this stuff Wednesday night in the park.

And did God punish Jason, Kermit?

Kermit, don't answer that.

Did Jason...

Did Jason really die?

Yes.

Jason died, Kermit.

And maybe God protected you

by painting something near the body

so you wouldn't get caught.

Jason died.

He had to be punished.

Okay, guys, this interview's over.

I'm not surprised.

- People got hurt. - Kermit.

We're gonna talk about this later.

He had to be punished, he deserved it!

*

Look, um,

let me talk it over with him.

Maybe there's something to be worked out.

Yeah.

The factory floor for Bum Wars Incorporated

was the dirt of MacArthur Park.

But their executive offices had a skyline view

from a high rent high rise on Wilshire.

I guess that's our Los Angeles version

of the wages of sin.

And look who was on the payroll.

Hey, Eddie.

Oh, hey.

What are you guys doing here?

Just dropped in to talk to Jason's business partners.

You neglected to tell us that was you.

Actually it's he and I.

Greg Kovik.

We were both close friends of Jason's.

This was his ship,

we're just hoping to uh,

keep it afloat.

Why don't we go to the conference room?

Quite an organization you've got here.

Yeah, we're scrabbling to get the follow up

ready for distribution.

Somehow I don't think that has anything to do

with Vukovich and his montage.

Vorkapic.

I've had to split my time between projects.

We've taken over 6,000 preorders this month alone.

At 20 bucks a pop that's quite a profit, huh?

Worldwide demand.

We're blowing up in Thailand, Germany, Japan, you name it.

You guys ever get any threats?

Yeah, we got a file drawer full of them.

We'd love to read them.

You know, we provide for these people.

Money, food, whatever they need.

You ever provide them with wet?

I don't know what you mean.

Really?

We're not the bad guys here.

We're raising awareness about the homeless problem.

So, any ideas on who killed Jason?

Here's one.

Where were you Wednesday night?

Here with Eddie.

If need be others can verify it.

Yeah, they'll need to.

Look.

It's sad, but who can be surprised?

Lot of sick minds on those streets down there.

*

They say it's always sunny in California.

I kept thinking about Greg and Eddie

and how I wanted a reason to send them somewhere

they'd never see the sun again.

But I needed a reason.

We put out word for Bum Wars talent.

We figured we might find someone with a grudge.

Uh, yeah, there was a guy.

Senator.

They called him Senator on account of

he always wore a tie.

He was filming uh,

him and another guy on a roof

and Senator fell right off the building,

dead on impact.

The cops come?

Later, yeah.

They figured just another wino,

but on the street they say he was doing a Bum War.

Anyone you know see this?

Bums.

Who's gonna believe them?

Sounds like a possible homicide.

This Senator have a real name?

Real name doesn't matter out here.

Whatever you used to be.

It's a lifetime ago.

Thanks.

Nothing.

Something.

John Doe found behind condemned building on Spring and 6th,

head trauma, multiple fractures.

That's consistent with taking a five story dive.

That's different.

What?

Homeless, nameless, kinless,

should have gone to an unmarked grave,

but he got picked up by a funeral home.

Someone had to pay for that.

Somebody cared.

Maybe too much.

Maybe, Wieder Brothers, that's in Hollywood.

I'll go get the car.

One of the perks of being a cop

is you never lose your sense of surprise.

Show me a hundred women,

I'd have never picked Sadie Andrews

as having a husband who lived on the street.

And who, in the end, paid for his funeral.

Your husband was a good looking man, Mrs. Andrews.

Yes.

Roy was very distinguished

until his illness.

What do you know about the circumstances

surrounding his death?

I heard he fell.

There was evidence he'd been drinking.

What kind of circumstances are you referring to?

Anything you might know.

I know a man couldn't live for long

the way Roy was living.

Um, ten,

eleven years ago

he started hearing whispers.

It, it got bad, we saw doctors and uh,

the medication had it under control for a while.

But it stopped working.

When he was on medicine he um,

we couldn't be intimate.

It made him feel like he wasn't whole.

So he took himself off.

I tried.

I-, I hung in until he...

Until there came a, a point when I, I just, I...

I le-, I let him go.

Did he ever mention anything about performing in videos,

getting paid for it?

No, I don't think so.

I did what I could as,

as far as giving him money,

but I'm, I'm barely getting by myself.

The guy at Wieder Brothers said the funeral costs

were $1100.

It wasn't my money, not really,

I didn't wanna take it,

but Howard insisted.

Howard?

Howard Sykes.

He runs the shelter.

He gave me the money out of his own pocket.

Roy Chapman Andrews was a veteran, a gentleman.

He deserved a proper funeral.

And you gave him one.

He was your friend.

Man had a good heart.

Well, knowing this presents a problem for you and for us.

We found this letter at the Bum Wars offices, very angry.

You recognize that handwriting?

Yes, I was indignant about what they were doing.

Is freedom of expression suddenly a crime?

Well, it was in '91 when you expressed yourself

to a Reynaldo Copley.

Remember, three broken ribs, failed kidney--

Copley was a drug dealer.

So you're a vigilante.

I was defending myself, there were witnesses.

Where were you on Wednesday night?

I was handing out blankets til about midnight,

then I went home.

Go by the park?

It's on the way.

Motive and opportunity.

You think I killed Jason Biehl.

I understand you hated what they were doing.

I understand that Senator's death

could have pushed someone over the edge.

I pray to forget the time when I might have killed that boy

because, believe me, there was such a time.

I did not see your victim.

I saw the others, but I did not see him.

Others?

His buddies.

White, clean cut.

One had glasses and his damn video camera.

Leaving the park.

I chased them.

I chased them back to their car,

but that's all I did.

Sykes put Eddie and Greg at the park.

Unfortunately a biased witness

who's a possible suspect

doesn't make a case.

Spectography on the paint was a match

and the spray can gave us a partial print.

Greg and Eddie had no record.

No record means no prints,

and they lawyered up.

Okay.

Before we begin I'd like to make it clear

that my clients are here of their own volition

and they're more than happy to cooperate

in your investigation.

It's duly noted, counselor.

You each stated that you were working late

the night of Jason's murder, is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

We didn't leave the office until uh, what, Eddie?

Almost three AM?

Yeah, that sounds about right.

So we're all in sync on the time.

Uh, do you recognize this guy?

Uh-uh.

Nope.

Would you look closer, please?

Like I said, nope.

Well, that's curious because we have a witness

that puts you at the park

and says this man died

fighting in one of your Bum Wars.

Well, your witness is either mentally disturbed

or motivated by some agenda of revenge.

You have no reason to suspect these two gentlemen

of anything.

You've wasted our time.

Simple questions, counselor.

My clients came down here voluntarily

to assist in the investigation of Jason Biehl's death.

Now, this?

Not Jason Biehl.

This conversation is over.

Guys, come on.

They lied much more effectively

at the Bum Wars office, don't you think?

Well, fortunately for us

fingerprints don't lie.

The photo was a great idea.

Glossy paper holds terrific latents.

This guy matches the print from the spray can.

You're lucky, you got your man.

It's Eddie's.

Makes sense.

Jason handled the business end

and Greg was the hustler.

Eddie's the artist.

*

You know why cops serve arrest warrants at six AM?

Because people are sleepy and stupid and full of attitude.

Police, search warrant.

With Greg and Eddie an early morning arrest offered us

the happy pleasure of starting the day on a very nasty note.

What's this?

Call Katz now, Eddie.

You're both under arrest for murder.

My lawyer's gonna eat you, man.

You ever notice how many people claim their lawyers

devour human flesh?

Might be a cult thing.

Get dressed, sweetheart.

My stuff's out back.

Joe, check out the fun.

*

Hot tub.

How are your chlorine levels?

*

Get SID out here to empty that.

Pull the drain for hair,

see that there's a chemical match on the water.

Vicodin, Percocet, and Oxycontin.

No prescription means a schedule four possession,

that's a felony.

Yeah, bag it.

It's a start.

So unless this guy died from an overdose of pain pills.

we don't have anything even resembling material evidence.

No DNA from the hot tub, no weapon.

Died of drowning,

weapon's a water source.

SID said qualitative analysis

could match the water from the tub

to what was found in Jason Biehl's stomach.

Could match is not match.

What about motive?

Why would these guys kill their partner?

Jason and Eddie grew up together in Bel Air.

But Greg grew up poor in Bakersfield.

Looking over the Bum War accounts,

looks like Jason was skimming profits.

But your vagrant has confessed.

If defense uses that some prints on a paint can

won't meet a jury's burden of proof.

These guys will walk.

He's got a terrible way of being right.

It's gotta be the hot tub.

Where else do you find chlorine?

Chlorine kills bacteria.

It's a cleanser, what else gets cleaned?

What doesn't?

Windows, carpets, toilets.

Toilets.

Toilets.

It's been out of order a couple days,

but just got the sign up this morning.

But it wasn't locked?

Nope.

Mind your step.

The light's busted and it's a little wet.

It's more than a little wet.

Toilet's got a leak.

What do you use to clean this place?

Disinfectant.

Industrial strength,

you need the strong stuff for in here.

Show me.

City owes me a new pair of Italian ankle boots.

Yeah, Italian by way of Taiwan.

Here.

Chlorsan.

Care to guess the active ingredient?

You use this to clean the floors?

Everything.

This is where he drowned.

Flat on his face, two inches of water.

Yeah, it wasn't just the sprinklers that got him wet.

You clean it since Thursday?

A couple times.

It keeps flooding out.

Is that a paper towel dispenser?

Yeah, they'll steel anything that ain't bolted down

and sometimes that don't help either.

Didn't happen to go missing Wednesday night, did it?

Yeah, how'd you know?

Square, hard, with an edge.

Yeah, but what about forensics?

It's been mopped twice.

It's a very sanitized crime scene.

I guarantee when they walked out of here

they took some crime scene with them.

Let's get out of here, it stinks.

Hello, Greg, welcome back.

How we feeling?

Until my lawyer arrives I'll be in a quiet mood.

Well, maybe we should go talk to Eddie.

See, we're having a little contest.

A sweepstakes, if you will.

See, the only thing is

only one of you comes out of here a winner.

Really?

Well, I think Eddie will be in a quiet mood, too.

So you, Eddie, and Jason.

Same goals, same backgrounds.

I guess you flunked profiling.

Jason's dad was a big developer.

Eddie's owned radio stations.

You, what's your daddy do?

Telecomm, publishing, high finance?

He's in a wheelchair collecting worker's comp.

Most of which he spent on medical bills and vodka.

So you do know hard times.

Yeah.

And I dealt with it.

And it didn't leave you scarred with a conscience.

Way to go.

You know, I don't believe for a minute that you have compassion

for some guy living in a dumpster

pissing himself to keep warm.

I have compassion for Roy Chapman Andrews

who was a person.

A human being.

I don't know who that is.

You might remember him as Senator.

We lifted your prints off of his picture, by the way.

I feel that quiet mood coming on.

Okay.

You wear a what?

Size eight, nine?

Your shoes.

Seven.

Seven, it's cute.

Me, I got clown's feet.

I don't get it.

You serve a warrant on my shoes?

What, do you got some kind of fetish?

Maybe it's better than that.

This is everything brought in on the warrant.

We test the soles of every pair.

Lucky we're dealing with guys here.

If the suspect was a woman

you'd still be emptying the closets.

Women and shoes.

What is this, amateur night at the Comedy Store, Haskell?

So on this pair there's a hit.

Chlorine residue matches the chemical compounds

from the park lavatory.

Soaked in it.

We got him.

We gotta do this right.

What do you mean?

Nail 'em with the weapon that caused the head injuries.

Yeah, we never found it.

Really?

They'll never fall for that.

We don't need them to fall.

Just to stumble.

I acknowledge that my client has waived his rights.

He's willing to talk to you on a limited basis.

First of all let's establish some parameters.

Yeah, parameters.

It's a good idea, counselor.

I've been hired by Mr. Polian's family to represent him alone.

The issue at hand is the small amount...

Eddie had given up, he just didn't know it.

The scene was turning over and over in his mind.

He wished hard that the clock could be turned back,

that things done could be undone.

And his wishing for that would undo him.

Sure.

Okay, counselor, you know how it works.

The DA's got one deal to offer on the Jason Biehl murder.

Currently we've got two suspects.

Do the math.

Did you not hear what I just said?

We do not accept that my client is a suspect

in anything other than an alleged possession

of prescription pain medication.

Fine.

But Eddie should know that his friend Jason

didn't die from his head wounds.

What?

Jason drowned.

When his head slammed into the towel dispenser--

Wait a minute.

No, no, no, I wanna hear this.

This is not relevant to the case.

Shut up.

When Jason fell on the floor of the bathroom

he was still alive.

Two inches of water,

enough to cover his nose and mouth was all it took.

The coroner said it took him about six minutes to drown.

In which time he could have been dragged away to safety.

Six minutes that you and Greg took

to discuss how you were gonna cover up the murder.

A murder which hadn't even been committed yet.

Oh, my God.

Eddie, I'm sorry for you.

What we recommend to the DA

is up to you right now.

You can talk to us

or we can walk down the hall and talk to Greg.

What do you think the odds are that he won't make a deal?

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Jason used the last of his father's money

to get the operation up and running.

So he felt he was entitled to the biggest share.

Jason would never let Greg forget

who was really running things, you know?

Never missed an opportunity to remind Greg of,

of where he came from,

that he was Bakersfield white trash,

and nothing without him.

But, but Greg took it

because he knew we were on to something.

He saw Bum Wars as this...

new video experience.

He had a vision.

But Jason wasn't in it.

I was shooting some background stuff.

Greg came running up

and he told me they fought

and Jason had hit his head on that thing.

And he was dead.

I saw him lying there.

If only I'd known he wasn't dead.

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I don't know what you're hoping to accomplish,

but my client has no intention of giving a statement.

Fine, we don't need it.

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It's over, Greg.

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With no one at the cash register Bum Wars closed its doors.

But in only a few weeks five more videos

of homeless men fighting were on the market.

And whatever comes next, one thing is for sure.

It'll start right here in LA

at the edge of history.

Eddie Polian pleaded to a charge of conspiracy.

He was given a three year sentence to be served

at the San Luis Obispo Men's Colony.

Greg Kovik was tried for second degree murder.

Found guilty he received 25 to life

to be served at the penitentiary at Corcoran.

An investigation into the death of Roy Chapman Andrews,

aka Senator, is still ongoing.

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