All language subtitles for The Thing About Pam S01E03

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narrator: Previously
on "The Thing About Pam"...

- Something happened, Minnie.

Something terrible.

- There's been a murder.
A big one.

- Textbook spousal homicide.

- I can't see my dad,

and I'll never see
my mom again.

- I didn't do this.

- What about that Pam lady?

She was the last one
to see Betsy alive.

- Janet was practically
begging me

to handle the money.

- I bet you'll get
that facelift

you've been wanting.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

narrator: Who is Pam Hupp?

Mother, wife, philanthropist,

and now, star witness?

Of course, if you ask her,

she's all of these,

and so much more.

- We've been waiting for you.

[Enya's "Orinoco Flow
[Sail Away]"]

♪

- ♪ Let me sail, let me sail

- All Pams rise.
Court is now in session.

- ♪ Let me reach, let me beach
on the shores of Tripoli ♪

♪ Let me sail, let me sail

♪ Sail away, sail away,
sail away ♪

[CPAP whirring]

[muttering indistinctly]

- You're talking in your sleep.
- Oh.

Yeah, it's the trial.

- You're gonna do great.

- I know I am,
but what about everyone else?

Askey, Judge Mennemeyer,

all the Hoosiers on the jury.

I wish there was
more of me to go around.

- Now, we'd all be better off
with more Pams.

- Ha.

[sinister music]

Kiss-ass.

[CPAP whirring]

narrator: The pressure was on.

The trial loomed close.

But could Pam be
everywhere at once?

♪

- So Pam and Betsy called Mark
at 7:04 p.m.

from Betsy's driveway,

and then Pam says
she called Betsy

21 minutes later to say
that she was home.

- That's not possible.

- No, and now we can prove it.
Look.

The cell map shows that Pam was

less than 3 miles
from Betsy's house

when she made that second call.

So she not only lied about
when she left the message...

- Pam could have been calling
from inside the house.

- We got her.

[tense music]

Something's still not right.

I mean, Askey gives us
a cell map

two days before the trial,

we still haven't seen
any luminol photos--

- Yeah, we knew
to ask for those.

♪

- So what's the other shoe?

- The murder slippers?

No, we have photos
of the murder slippers.

They're in the--

when's the other shoe
gonna drop?

- [laughs]

- I got it.
- Yeah, you're no fun.

- Ooh. Ooh.

- Do you know they won't
let me in the courtroom

until I take the stand?

Some kind of rule or something.

- You'll still be on TV, right?

- You know what kills me?

That lawyer can say
whatever about Betsy,

and I can't do a thing
about it.

- Well, you're still
gonna be on TV, right?

- Yes, Min, probably.
- Good.

- Mark and Travis have to work,

and I'd ask Sarah to go,
but she's busy too.

I just wish I could know
what's happening.

- I could stand up for you.

- Oh, I don't know.

Are you sure?
- Oh, I've always wanted

to be a spy.

I could wear a wig!
- [laughs]

No, just--just text me
what's going on,

especially if Schwartz
is talking

about me and Betsy, okay?

- You got it.

- Okay.

- You got it.

You know...

his associate, he called me.

He wanted to know if your car
was in the driveway

the night
Betsy was killed, and--

- Well, you know it was.

- I know.
That's what I told him.

But, you know, I didn't
see it exactly

because I was watching
"The Biggest Loser."

- He's desperate, Min.

But that doesn't mean
that he can go harassing you.

- Okay.

- I'll take care of it.

- [chuckles]

♪

[barking]

- Ugh.

Whoa.

♪

- Order whatever you want.
It's on me.

- I work here.

- I'm so glad we could find
a meeting place

that was so convenient for you.

[sighs heavily]
How are you?

You holding up all right?

- I'm--I'm just broke.

Pam says we can't get our money
until our mom's trial's over.

Can--can she even do that?

- I wouldn't worry about Pam.

She's just trying to do
what she can

to help your family
get justice.

- God, if--if my dad
goes to prison, um--

- Look, I know
you love your dad.

But I also know
you love your mom,

and you want
to do right by her.

- What do you mean?

- Well, I mean by testifying.

For your mom.

- But how can you even be sure
it was him?

- I'm sorry.

Everything I've got
points to Russ.

I have mountains of evidence.

And you're gonna hear it all
during the trial.

- Okay, so why do you need me?

- Well, I have to prove

that someone committed a crime.

♪

And I would hate to force you
to have to testify.

What are you gonna get?

- I don't--I don't know.

narrator: As the case grew
ever warmer,

the story traveled,
as stories will.

And a television producer
in Chicago caught the scent.

Her name: Cathy Singer.

- Apologies for the messages,
Ms. Askey,

but we'd really love the chance
to speak with you.

Again, this is Cathy Singer
with "Dateline."

You have my number. Thanks.

Whitney!
You there?

Would you mind
finding the number

of the defense attorney for me?

It's Schwartz something.

And see what you can dig up
on Pamela Hupp.

The papers say
she was the last person

to see the victim alive.
- Will do.

The prosecutor hasn't
returned my calls yet.

- Hasn't picked up mine either.

- Okay.
No, no, yeah.

Now grab it.
Grab it.

Grab it!
Grab it!

- I want to play
something else, Mom.

This one cheats.

- No, no, no, no, honey,

we already have tokens
in this machine.

Come on, give it another go.
Let's go.

- There's a--
there's a trick to it.

- Oh, Chris, good.
- You want help?

- Yeah, we could use
your help.

- [laughs]
Okay. Let me at it.

Cold. Cold, cold.
These are gonna be tighter.

Okay, got it.

- Well, he's scaring
the neighbors.

Don't know what to tell 'em.

- He's just desperate.
- I know.

- Yeah, he's picking on you
to confuse the jury.

- Yeah.

I told the whole block
that he'd say anything

to make his money.

- Well, I'd put
his money on us.

See the lady
at the claw machine?

- Oh, we got it.
- That's our judge.

Our kids are on
the same softball team.

- No way.
- Way.

I know, I've known her
since tenth grade.

We used to call her Cankles.
They did.

They called her Cankles,
not me.

She's a good woman.

God-fearing.

A mother like us.

- Thank God.
- Oh, yeah.

She's gonna see
right through Schwartz.

Don't worry.

Here.
Join the party!

- [chuckles weakly]

♪

- Russell.
- Hey.

- These should
keep you occupied.

- Volume Two.
You remembered.

- [chuckling]
Yeah.

So...we got
the prosecution's witness list.

They're calling Lily
and Mariah.

You haven't been in touch
with them at all, right?

- No.

- Well, calling them first
tells us her strategy.

She's gonna be going
after your character.

They're gonna try
to make you out

to be the kind of guy

who would do
something like this.

Every fight, every argument,
every misunderstanding,

they're gonna bring it up.

And we're gonna have to rebut
your daughters' testimonies.

So anything you got would help.

Any history of lying
or shoplifting?

- I don't know.

I'm not gonna do that.

And they won't say
anything bad about me.

I was good to them.

- You're facing life in prison.

- [scoffs]

They're not perfect,
but I'm innocent.

We shouldn't need
to throw my kids under the bus.

- I know.
I know you love them.

And they know it.

But the stakes are
simply too high.

- So Askey just filed
six motions.

- What? Today?
- Yeah.

It's the other shoe.
The, uh, other, other one.

Not murder slipper one.

- Do I even want to ask?

- You don't, you didn't,
but I'm gonna tell you.

The largest shoe is
her motion to block

any implication
that Pam Hupp was involved.

- [chuckles]
That's a Hail Mary.

The judge dismissed it
out of hand, right?

- She wants to hear
all the motions

tomorrow, 7:00 a.m.,
in chambers.

- Guys, what's that mean?

- Well, it looks like
we're facing

a homecourt advantage, Russ.

Leah and the judge
go all the way back.

- And if Askey can prevent us
from showing

whatever it is
that we have on Pam...

- We're in trouble?

- No, no, no.
We're fine.

[solemn music]

♪

[exhales]

.

- Mr. Schwartz,
you're known for representing

murderers and drug dealers.

Does that mean
that Russ Faria's guilty?

- Russ is an innocent man.

I just want to see
justice prevail.

[dramatic music]

♪

[snorts]

- Chocolate almond butter
cookie cup?

They're gluten-free.
- Ooh, no thanks.

- Yeah.

Hey, it's what they eat
in California, huh?

[laughter]

- Have a California cookie,
Joel.

- Yeah.
[both laugh]

Yeah, thank you.

- Leah, you sure
you don't want one?

Mmm. So good.

- [chuckles]
- Super rich.

- Yeah.
- Mmm.

Well, state, you can go ahead.
- Thank you.

We filed several motions
to, one, preclude the defendant

from bringing into evidence
any claims

about the insurance policy,

and, two, to preclude
any evidence

regarding a witness,
Pamela Hupp.

- Your Honor, Pamela Hupp
was the last person

to see Betsy alive.
- You don't know that.

- And four days prior
to Betsy's murder,

Pamela Hupp became
the beneficiary

on Betsy's
life insurance policy.

- Ah, yes,
the insurance policies.

Is there any evidence
that shows

that those insurance papers
were done incorrectly

or signed under coercion
or anything?

- Uh, no.
- No.

- Uh, no. No.

And to be honest,
we're not exactly sure why

Betsy decided to sign
the life insurance policy

over to Mrs. Hupp,
but we do have

cell phone records
that prove that she lied

about where she was
at the time of the crime.

- Pamela Hupp is not a suspect.

- Yeah, well, she should be.

- The point of the motion
is to keep the defense

from saying
that Mrs. Hupp is a murderer

with no direct evidence
connecting her to a crime.

- Unreasonable.

There is no case law
that prevents us

from establishing
a third party's connection

to this crime, okay?
- Ooh, maybe I will have one.

- On those grounds alone,
this motion should be denied.

[tense music]

- So what do you think,
Your Honor?

- Um...
state's motion is granted.

Insurance policies will only
cause confusion with the jury.

That also goes for Ms. Hupp.

There's no direct evidence here

that connects her to the crime.

- Your Honor,
I strenuously object to this--

both: Strenuously?

- Ooh.
- Okay, well, sorry,

but gonna do things
fair and square here, okay?

Don't worry,
you'll get your chance

to present your case.

- You know what?
They can have Pam.

Saudi was just a bonus.
We don't need her.

[vending machine clunks]

There she is.
Don't look.

I cannot believe that Askey

was gonna let a murderer walk
just to win a case.

- Aren't you pretty famous
for doing exactly that?

- Okay, wait, here she comes.
Here she comes. Here she comes.

[clears throat]

- Little something
for you boys.

Good luck in there.

- Pay Day.
That has to be intentional.

- You never know with her.

The evidence will show
that this crime

was an absolute tragedy.

It was a tragedy
for the Meyer-Faria family.

It was also a tragedy
for Russell Faria,

hardworking father
to two stepdaughters

who may not have been
his daughters by blood,

but he raised them
as if they were his own.

[phone chimes and buzzes]

- "I just got home
from my friend's house,

and my wife killed herself."

That's what the defendant said

when he saw his wife lying dead

with 56 stab wounds in her.

[phone chimes and buzzes]

- [coughs]

- Can't believe they put us
all in here together.

- In fact,
you'll hear him wailing

to the 911 operator,
trying to convince himself

that he didn't
just kill his wife.

- Okay, Your Honor, objection.

She can't make arguments
in her opening statement.

- I'll withdraw.
[phone chimes and buzzes]

- [coughing]

- Drink this. Here.

You gotta keep
a clear head up there.

[dramatic music]

- This is not
your average game.

I'm not talking about poker.

Not talking about pool
or bowling.

No, this is a game

where grown men

project their fantasies

by ripping the heads
off of wizards

and gutting their opponents
like fish,

all while drunk
and smacked off pot.

- Your Honor.

- Are you gonna object
to my entire opening statement?

- If you keep saying
objectionable things, yeah.

- Counselors,
let's just move on.

- You'll hear evidence that
the defendant was well aware

that Betsy had
three insurance policies

totaling--
- Objection.

I'm asking for a mistrial
based on that statement.

May we approach?
- [scoffs]

- The state cannot bring up
insurance policies' existence,

yet keep us from arguing

about the policies
being changed.

You just ruled
that that was inadmissible.

- No, that's
mischaracterization

of my order.
- No, that's what you said.

- No, no, no.
- No, I'm saying

that the policies go to motive.

When Russ found out

that Betsy gave Pam the policy,
he snapped.

- You have no proof
to support that claim.

Your Honor, mistrial.

- Let's just dial down
the melodrama, okay?

The court will not
be granting a mistrial.

Ms. Askey, are you ready
to call your first witness?

Thank you.

- What was that all about?

- Well, they're taking away
all of our defenses.

Let's just hope you were right
about your daughter.

[tense music]

♪

.

- How do you know
the defendant?

- He's my dad.

Well, he--he raised me.

- So he's your stepfather.

Can you identify him?

- He's over there
in the middle,

wearing a gray suit.

- Let the record reflect
that the witness

has identified the defendant.

So your mother
married your stepfather

when you were five.

How would you describe
the family dynamic?

- Mom and Dad bickered a lot.

Sometimes it was funny,
like a grumpy old couple.

But sometimes they'd fight.

- Can you describe
what you mean

by "sometimes they'd fight"?

- They cussed at each other,

and they yelled
across the house a lot.

- Was your stepdad's cursing
directed at your mother?

[somber music]

- Yeah.

- Anyone else?

- He, uh--

he cussed
at me and my sister too.

- Joel, that landed.

Should we be doing something?

- No, not yet.

- Were you ever fearful
of Russ' temper?

- At times, yeah.

♪

- Nothing further.

- Hey, you hang in there,
all right?

All right, that's gonna be
the worst of it.

♪

[plastic bottle crackling]

- How'd it go?

Did you tell them
about the yelling?

- [sniffling]

Dad--
- Let him go.

Let him go.
- [sobs]

Dad.

- All you did
was tell the truth.

God knows.

Hey.
- [sobbing]

- Your mom would be
so proud of you.

[phone chimes and buzzes]

[tense music]

♪

- [sighs]
- What happened?

- Leah doesn't need me.

Schwartz is too scared
to call me up.

- [groans]
Oh, he's a son of a bitch.

- Yeah.

- You know, he's trying to act
like my car

wasn't in my driveway
when I called Janet and Betsy.

- [scoffs]
That dummy should know.

We can track any phone.

- Yeah, you can.
- Yeah.

You're gonna kill it up there.

Thanks for being so cool
through all this.

- Yeah.
It's been hard.

Kind of stuff that keeps you
up at night, you know?

And I already got a bad back.
[chuckles]

Ugh, this whole thing's
been a mess.

Not that you didn't do
a great job.

Really.

Really great.

But now I'm gonna--

I got it from here.

- Detective Merkel...

you stated there was blood

all over the living room,
but none on the defendant.

Is that unusual?

- I wouldn't say
that it's unusual,

but it's something
that gave me pause.

- Could he have washed it off?

- It's very possible.

- Calls for speculation.

- I'll rephrase.

Did you look for blood

that could have been washed up

after Betsy was murdered?

- We did.
- And what did you find?

- We found that blood
had been cleaned up

at the scene, in the kitchen.

- How do you know this?

- Luminol photos were taken
at the scene.

Those photos indicated
the perpetrator cleaned up.

- Objection, Your Honor.

We've never seen these photos.

- Nothing further.

- When you reviewed
the so-called photos

in question,
uh, what did they show?

- Absolutely nothing.

- Absolutely nothing.

And why is that?

- The camera malfunctioned.

- So there is no actual proof
of a cleanup.

- The photos were damaged,
but I saw the blood reaction

to the luminol solution,

and there was blood
in the kitchen.

- So there is no proof.

- Mr. Schwartz--
- There's no proof.

- Mr. Schwartz, I suggest
you just move on.

[intense music]

- And you sent officers
to confirm the alibis

of Sean Walker...

- Objection. Hearsay.

- I'm asking what he sent
the officers to do.

- But also what they learned,

so, actually, double hearsay.

- Are you--[gavel bangs]
Kidding me?

- Enough, Mr. Schwartz.
Enough.

I won't hesitate
to hold you in contempt.

- Okay, Your Honor--
- Okay, that's it.

That's lunch.

[indistinct chatter]

- My God, that was brutal.

Askey really put a dent
in the Saudi defense.

- Swanson.
- Mike Warren.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You're working in Troy?

- DA's office.
Nothing major.

DUI jockey, parking tickets.

- I'm here on the Faria case.

Uh, Mike,
this is Joel Schwartz.

- I know.

I actually watched it all
go down.

- Yeah, down's the word.

- I'll let you guys
tend to your wounds.

Good luck.
- Hey.

Nice to meet you, Mike.
- Good to see you.

- Mike went to law school

with one
of my fraternity brothers.

He's a good guy.
- Oh, small world.

- Small town.

[rock music playing]

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

That reporter was right,
though.

I have represented
some very bad people.

- Okay, but you're not now.

Don't they say
every defense attorney's

gotta do one good thing?
- [chuckles]

My one good thing.

We should get back to strategy.

How to get through Pam Hupp.

All right, we sink her...
- We sink Askey.

- All right, we know
she's gonna lie, right?

So we have to hold her
to one story.

- Yeah, it's not easy.

I mean, she's created
this entire web of lies.

Everyone is caught in it.

- Yeah, well, not us.

No sir.

narrator: Funny thing
about spider webs,

they're deceptive.

People think a web is there
to catch the prey

when the web is really there
to protect the spider.

- The prosecution calls
Pamela Hupp to the stand.

[sinister music]

♪

.

- So Bets came over one day

complaining
about gaining weight.

[dramatic music]

Her stomach was real bloated.

[monitor beeping]

I didn't think it was fat.

I told her...

that's a sign of cancer.

- So you were the one
that told her

to go to the doctor.

- Mm.
- What?

- Shh.

[solemn music]

♪

- Thank you.

Yeah. Correct.

And that's when she found out

that the cancer came back
in her liver.

[sniffs]
She didn't take it well.

And I knew
she was gonna need me,

so I made sure
to be by her side,

keeping her busy,
even when I could barely drive.

- You could barely drive?
Why is that?

- [clicks tongue]

I'm disabled.

Um, I--

I lost some disks.

Got a plate in my neck

and a TENS unit

to stimulate the nerves
down my left leg.

But I'm fine.

Doing great.

Had to, for Bets.

- And while you were
getting to know Betsy,

did you spend any time
with her husband?

- Um, I'd go over
to her house a lot,

and he'd be there sometimes,

you know, hanging out, smoking.

- The defendant would smoke
in front of his wife

who was dying of cancer?

- I've never smoked
around Pam.

She--she couldn't name
the brand I use.

She hardly knows me.
- Okay, okay.

Don't worry,
I'll get her on cross.

- It's one of the reasons
me and my husband, Mark,

never socialized with him.

And Betsy...

she was afraid.

Oh, boy.

He could be scary at times.

But I stuck around, for Betsy.

- You testified
that Russ was degrading,

but you told officers
that you didn't know him well,

and that you'd
only met him three times.

- Mm.

I don't know.

Probably.

- So you didn't
tell officers that?

- Oh, I'm not saying that,
I just--

I just don't remember.

Don't forget, you know,
brain injury over here.

- Well, would it refresh
your recollection

if I showed you the statement
you gave police?

- No, it wouldn't.

- What if I played you
the recording

with you on it?

- Well, if you said
I said it, that's fine.

Alls I'm saying is
that Betsy talked about it

all the time.

Everyone knew.

- Let's jump ahead
to the night of Betsy's murder.

You took her home,
even though she told you

she didn't need a ride?

- I'm sorry,
what is the question?

- I'll rephrase.

Hours before Betsy's death,

you volunteered to drive her
to her home in Troy.

- No.
She asked me.

- She didn't tell you
she already had a ride?

- She asked me,
could I take her,

and then she would tell Russ.

- I'm sorry, I'm just trying
to make this make sense.

So you drove
to Betsy's mother's house,

found out
she didn't need a ride,

but you took her home anyway.

What, were you trying
to track her down?

- "Track her down"?

I knew she was at her mom's.

I didn't have
to track her down.

- So when you got
to Betsy's house,

you knew what time it was
because you made a call

to your husband
at 7:04 p.m., correct?

- Mm-hmm.
Betsy wanted to chat.

They hadn't talked in a while.

- Mm-hmm, and you stayed
for, what, 20 minutes?

- Not sure.

- Well, initially,
you told police that--

that you never went
in the house.

- Not what I said.

- Did you go in the house?
Yes or no?

- No, I did go in the house.

- Well, then you changed
your story.

- No.

No, I didn't change my story.

I just didn't remember
at the time.

I mean...

my friend was just murdered.

So I told them
the real story later.

- The--the real story.

[laughs]

Mrs. Hupp,
what do you remember?

[tense music]

- I don't know.

I feel like you're trying
to get me to say something

that I don't remember.

- Your Honor,
this feels personal.

- Look, I'm simply questioning
Mrs. Hupp's inconsistencies,

something nobody else has done
even though she was

the last person
to see Betsy alive.

- This is improper impeachment.

- This is not impeachment.

These are her words.
It's what she said.

- He's trying to blame her.

- Yeah, Mr. Schwartz,
I'm gonna ask you

to please refrain
from bullying the witness.

Ms. Hupp is not on trial.

- Okay, fine.

Mrs. Hupp,
a few more questions.

On December 23rd,

four days
before Betsy's murder,

she made you the beneficiary
of a life insurance policy

that had been in Russ' name
for eight years.

- Objection,
it's been decided

counsel cannot question
Mrs. Hupp

regarding insurance policies.

- Where's--where's the line
of questioning going here?

- It's an offer of proof.

It is no different
than Askey suggesting

Russ' connection to the policy,

if I could just get
a little bit of latitude here.

- Okay, fine.

In the interest of balance,
I'll consider it.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Oh, uh, but I just--

I want to hear it first
before deciding

if the jury's gonna hear it,
okay?

I just want to hear it first.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

the court will now excuse you
for just a brief moment

while the defendant here
provides me

with an offer of proof.

Thank you.

Thank you,
ladies and gentlemen.

What you got?

- I submit
defendant's exhibit C.

- Mm-hmm.
- That is a copy

of the adjusted policy.

Mrs. Hupp, why did Betsy
make you the beneficiary

on the policy
instead of somebody

in her own family?

- Betsy wanted to make sure

her daughters got the money,

and she couldn't trust Russ
to do that.

- Why did you tell
the insurance company

to give Betsy's daughters
no money because

"Lily was on drugs

and Mariah had blown
money away before"?

- Say that again?

- You said
that Lily was on drugs

and Mariah had blown
money away before.

- No. No.
No, no, no, no.

Not how I worded it.

- I have
a business record proving

that these are your words.

- I'm going through menopause.

And it's been a long time.

I cannot tell you every detail

of everything that I said.

- Your Honor--
- But I didn't say that.

- It is paramount that the jury
hears these answers.

It will show
that the wrong person

is on trial here.
- Mr. Schwartz,

I just don't see
the connection to Ms. Hupp.

The state has questioned her.

They found no motive.
No evidence.

I think it's unnecessary,
and honestly, I think

it's just a little unfair
to keep pointing the finger

at somebody
who's not even a suspect.

- All right.

Let the record show
that I'd asked for a mistrial.

♪

- Did she have
that limp before?

- No.

No, she did not.

[door creaks]

- What you heard in there...
- You lied to us.

- Wasn't true.
I didn't lie to you.

I didn't.
It's just--

I didn't tell you the truth
to save your feelings.

- Just give us our money, Pam.

- Or we'll sue you.
- Listen, okay?

I promised your mom
that I would

look after you girls,
and that's what I'm doing.

Hand to God.

- We'll believe you
once we get our money.

- Excuse me.

- What am I supposed to do?

I set up that trust, and--
and now they want to sue me.

- [sighs]
- That won't look good.

Not for anyone.

- I'll take care of it.

♪

.

- What happened
to all the peanuts?

They keep eating
all the peanuts.

- You know, you keep
feeding them like that,

they'll never go away.

- [laughs]

Why would I ever want them
to go away?

- Right.

- Oh, you were so great
on the stand.

You're such a tough girl.

And, oh, I just can't believe
I'm seeing it.

It's all live.
It's just like a movie.

And it's all
anybody's talking about.

And "Dateline" is here.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

This lady came up to me,
Cathy something.

She gave me her card.

- Was she wearing a suit?
- Yes.

She is a big-time producer.

They're making a whole show
about Betsy.

She's very sweet,

and she asked me about you too.

- What'd you tell her?
- Just that you were

Betsy's best friend, and--

and I'm sure
she's gonna reach out to you.

- Wow.
[both laugh]

- All these people
asking questions

that are none
of their business.

And you keep talking to 'em.

[tense music]

- Well--so, you excited
about closing arguments?

- No.
I did my part.

- Oh, okay.

Well...
[chuckles]

Can't let my squirrels
go hungry

because, you know, Bushy Tail
is always stealing

Skinny Tail's share,
so I'll--I'll see you later.

narrator: It's hard to know
when you've stepped

on a land mine with Pam Hupp.

The explosion
may take its time.

- How do you know
Russell Faria?

- We met playing games
about 15 years ago.

Every Tuesday at my place.

- Playing games?
What do you mean?

- Card games, board games,

Warhammer, Dungeons & Dragons,
Witch Warriors.

- Can you explain those
a little?

- Role-playing games.

I'm an elf king.

Russ was a archer monk.

He could fly.

- Tell me about December 27th.

- Well, we finally attacked
the Lord of Entropy.

- We had some beers,

smoked a little you-know-what.

- We spoke to the police
three times,

together and separately.

- And your story
has never changed?

- Not once.

I can guarantee you

between the hours
of 6:00 and 9:00 p.m.,

Russ was at my place,

sitting next to the five of us.

- Greg Chatton.

I am
a computer forensic specialist,

qualified as an expert
in cellular mapping.

We were able to track
the defendant's phone

because a cell phone
will connect

to the tower
with the strongest signal.

From those towers,

we can approximate
his location.

And at 9:09 p.m.,
Russell Faria's phone

was at least ten miles
from his home.

- And you were able to put him
at or near the Arby's

at the time
of the time-stamped receipt?

- Yes.

- The way I see it,

he can't be two places
at one time,

so...

- Okay, let's just take
a brief recess

before hearing
closing arguments.

[gavel bangs]

- [grunts]
Just a little further.

- Let it hurt
- You can do it.

- [grunting]
[indistinct chatter]

- You're so close!

[all cheering]

- I can't believe
Joel's gonna rest

his entire case
on four man-babies.

Look at them.

- Save me those pretzels, baby.

Save me those pretzels.

- Man versus machine,
battle of the ages.

- She's realizing she blew it.

- I don't really think
she has that

in her character.
- Oh, come on.

She made Russ
look like a killer,

she kept us away from Pam,

but she never told us
how he could have done it.

She never touched
the alibi witnesses,

never explained
the Arby's receipt,

game night, any of it.

She never told
a cohesive story.

That is reasonable doubt 100%,
and she knows it.

- For the last three days,

we have heard all about
Betsy Faria's death.

But for just a minute,

I want to talk to you
about her life.

Who was Betsy?

She was a mom.

She had two daughters.

She loved music,

and she loved to DJ.

- Let's talk about proof.

She talked about
reasonable doubt.

Let's not go
to reasonable doubt, not yet.

Proof.

- Who else was Betsy Faria?

I think she was a victim
of domestic violence.

We heard from her daughters,

we heard from her close friend,
Pam Hupp,

that there were
a lot of arguments,

profanity, disrespect.

That's just the shred
of what we got to see

into her life.

- There were no wounds
on Russ.

There wasn't even a scratch.

He had no blood on his hands,

no blood underneath
his fingernails, nothing.

- He's cunning.

He made all these stops
to establish an alibi.

But I am here to tell you
that nothing is what it seems.

- We know that Russ went
to the pet store.

And thanks
to a time-stamped receipt,

confirmed by cell phone data,

we know that he simply
didn't have enough time

to get his food, to drive home,

to murder his wife,
to take a shower,

call the police--

it is impossible.

- I think he got a steak knife
from his own kitchen,

I think he stood over his wife,

and he stabbed her.

This was personal.

But then get got careless.

He took a shower,

getting rid of any evidence.

He thought of everything.

It was perfectly staged,

except the slippers.

He forgot about the slippers
when he stepped in her blood.

- Don't be fooled
by these slippers.

There was no blood
on the bottom

of the slippers,
only on the top,

as if they were dipped
in blood.

And there was a lot of blood
at the residence,

but not one iota
on the defendant.

- And why wasn't there
any blood on his clothes?

I don't think
he was wearing clothes.

And folks, I am gonna tell you
that I don't think

this stabbing was suicide
or even looked like one.

- Today, you saw
four people testify

that they were with Russ
at the time of the murder.

Now that--that's proof.

- Sure.

Russ went home to Troy.

But then I submit to you

that Sean Walker went
to the Arby's, not Russ.

Walker got the receipts.

He drove to Russell's in Troy.

They exchanged phones.

They all text.

They coordinate,

making sure
the defendant's alibi

is sealed.
- Your Honor,

she just accused four people
of being complicit to a murder

without a sliver of evidence.

- This goes to planning,
accomplices.

- Yeah, I'm gonna allow it.

- I think he had help.

They all helped him kill Betsy.

They were all in on it.

♪

- What do you think
it feels like to be

one of these four right now,
huh?

At home just hanging out,
playing board games,

and then some desperate person
accuses you

of being an accomplice
to a murder.

That is insane.
That is absolutely insane.

We have video.
We have receipts.

We have eyewitnesses.

Shame on anybody
who's judging Russ.

Shame on anyone
who's judging Russ' grief.

Shame, shame, shame.

Leah Askey has no proof

that connects Russ
to Betsy's murder.

Russ could not be
in two places at one time.

Find him not guilty, please,

because he's an innocent man.

Thank you.

Well, it's in
the jury's hands now.

- Would the defendant
please rise

to receive the verdict?

[suspenseful music]

♪

[clears throat]

"As to count one,
we the jury find

Russell Faria guilty
of murder in the first degree."

- No!
[crowd muttering]

[both crying]

- "We declare the punishment

for murder
in the first degree"...

- Yes!

- "Is imprisonment for life

"without the eligibility
for parole.

"As to count two,
we the jury find

Russell Faria guilty
of armed criminal action."

[solemn music]

♪

- We love you, Russ.

[applause]

- Come on,
let's get out of here.

♪

- Mr. Schwartz.

Cathy Singer.
We spoke on the phone?

- Oh, I'm sorry we couldn't
give you much of a story.

- Well, I actually think
there's something here.

I'm gonna stick around a bit.

- Well, that's good.

'Cause we're not done.

- We're not?
- No.

I can't imagine
Russ is gonna get

a fair trial in this town,

but I am not gonna quit
until he's free.

All right?
Have a good day.

- We'll start
from the top down.

Your brow position
is reasonably good.

- Good to know.

- And then we'll clean up
your upper and lower eyelids.

And some structural
fat grafting in your cheeks

and T-zone area.

And last, it's your neck.

This will take the most work,

but we want it
to be consistent.

- I like consistence.

I want all of me
to look as good

as the rest of me.

When do I pay?

- There's a $2,500 deposit.

The front desk
will explain everything.

- Hey, it's Pamela Hupp.

- Can you give me your name
one more time?

- H-U-P-P.
Yeah.

I set up a trust
for the daughters

of Betsy Faria...

narrator: Pam wasn't one
to leave a stone

left unturned.

[sinister music]

Or an itch left unscratched.

♪

- [gasps]

[screaming]

- I'd like to transfer
the balance

to my personal checking.

- All of it?
- Yeah, the whole thing.

- Okay, I'll have to put you
on hold for a second.

- Sure, I can hold.

narrator:
Sure, she could hold.

- [sniffs]

narrator: For how long?