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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.

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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.

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Hot tub.

How are your chlorine levels?

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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.

*

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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