Apartment 1303 3D Page #3

Two days after moving in,

she died falling from the balcony.

Now, as far as we can figure out,

these women never met.

They didn't know each other.

They had nothing common,

except for this apartment.

And apartments don't kill people.

People kill people.

Why didn't anybody tell us

this after Janet died?

I suppose we should have done that.

There are no more active cases going on

with any of these suicides.

My sister wouldn't commit suicide.

- Ms. Slate, are you taking drugs?

- What?

- Any kind of drugs?

- No, why would you say that?

- Didn't ypu say there was a fourth person?

- Yes. She was the first one.

And it was a clear case of homicide-suicide.

There we go. Mary Logan,

respect school teacher,

because of some parent-teacher dispute,

lost her job and soon thereafter

lost her house in a bitter divorce.

So Mary moved here with her daughter,

Jennifer, who was then 12 years old.

Mary became a drunk and a prostitute,

and Jennifer must have suffered

untold abuse for years.

And then on september 17th,

almost 20 years ago...

...neighbors reported a foul, awful

smell coming from this apartment.

And when the health department

came to investigate,

Jennifer jumped off the balcony

to her death.

The police found...

the decomposed body of

her mother...

hidden in a built in closet.

Now, are any of these names

familiar to you?

Are you kidding me?

Do you think I would have let my sister

move in here if I knew any of this?

No, I guess not.

I'll report your call as a home invasion.

But you didn't see anyone.

You're looking better now.

I should get back to the station

and end my shift.

Though 'd be glad to give

you a ride home.

No, that's okay.

Last thing I need is to be coming

home in a cop car at 5:00 a. m.

I live with my mother.

Take care, Ms. Slate.

"Suicide investigation. "

I though I might find you here.

Hey, look, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to accuse you of...

The police keep saying it was a suicide, and

I just... I can't wrap my head around that.

My mom drove us nuts,

but not to that extent.

I don't think it was a suicide, either.

You don't?

That night, when I was leaving

the building, I heard a scream.

And I swear I saw someone wrestling

with Janet on the balcony.

I could have ben wrong.

I mean, it was just for a second,

and it was dark.

- Did you tell the police?

- YEah, of course I did.

They told me not to tell anyone.

And I just did.

Why did you leave her in

the middle of the night?

I'd rather wake up in my own bed.

That's what men say when

they're married. Are you?

Separated.

I have a boy.

- Did you care for her at all?

- Yeah, I did.

Look, our relationship was new.

We were just getting to know each other,

but I cared about her.

Janet was convinced that someone

had access to that apartment.

She told me she heard things.

She saw someone in there.

So I took a look around, and there

was nothing. Nobody, and...

There's no way to get into that apartment

unless you go in though the front door.

Yeah, well. I'm thinking of

keeping the place.

That's brave.

There was something weird

about that apartment.

It's not a good idea for you to

be there alone.

Look, I got to go.

Why don't you come by tonight?

We'll talk about it then.

Take off.

- Did Janet slate know you were a cop?

- No.

Did anypne know you were gonna

spend the night at apartment 1303.

No. What's with the questions?

Am I under investigation now?

Well, that judge on the fifth circuit

did give us access to your cellphone.

One of your text messages

the night Ms. Slate died was,

and I quote "Where the f*** are you?"

that was your wife, right?

Jesus christ.

Is it possible she followed you and

confortend Ms. Slate after you left?

No, she doesn't give a sh*t

what I do as long as

I get money for my son

every month, all right?

Are we done here?

Why'd you go see Lara Slate?

Were you following me?

- She's a person of interest.

- And why is that?

Why is that?

You said you saw two women

on the balcony right?

It's in your report.

You're gonna move in to

where your sister died?

Are you sick?

I've made up my mind.

- I'm moving out.

- All right.

Well, good luck with that.

You've mismanaged your life so far.

I cannot wait to see what happens next.

I won't come back tonight.

All right, all right.

What is it you want, Lara?

You want me to pay for that college

whatever the f*** it is.

I'll pay for it all right? You can stay

here till term starts, all right?

It's not gonna happen, mom.

I cannot be alone, all right?

I don't have anybody...

in between boyfriends, besides which.

You know, who's gonna drive me?

Want me to spend more money on drivers?

You probably should have thought

of that before you got a D.U.I.

I love you.

You're my baby.

And I don't want you to go.

You leave now!

Don't you ever f***ing come back... Ever!

You think you've had enough?

It's cold in here.

I keep trying to close those doors,

and they don't shut.

You know, the little girl from.

Next door... She told me that a mother

and daughter lived in here

And they didn't want this place rented.

She said she told Janet to leave.

- Doesn't make any sense.

- Yeah, I know.

In 1993, a mother and daughter

lived in here.

The daughter went crazy and killed

the mother, put her in

the closet, lived with the body

for six months, and the she

finally jumped off the balcony.

Why dou you have a gun?

Ex plain the gun.

I'm an undercover cop, pkay?

- What the f***?! What's going on here?!

- Nothing is going on.

My sister died in this apartment!

Don't fight me!

Look, sit down. Relax, okay?

Janet didn't know I was an undercover cop,

and I had nothing to do with

what happened here.

But I want to find out what happened

just as much as you do.

- You okay?

- No, I'm not okay.

You want me to leave?

No, I don't want you to leave now.

You owe me.

You can spend the night on the couch

and guard me.

Cindy, yeah, it's Mark.

Yeah, I know.

I... I... Yeah, I couldn't make it.

I...

Just tell him I'm sorry, and...

I'll be there this afternoon to pick

him up from school, okay?

Yeah.

F***.

Hey.

I got to go.

Are you staying, or

can I take you somewhere?

- I'm okay. I'll stay here.

- All right. I'll see you tonight.

But you got to dump this place.

Staying here isn't gonna help us figure out

what happened to Janet.

"GET OUT NOW!"

You got to pay rent.

I'm the super.

Yo need to sign the lease.

- You want to stay, you got to pay.

- How did you get in here?

Don't you know it's illegal to enter

atenant's apartment while they're in it?

You shouldn't be here without a lease.

My sister Janet already signed a lease

and paid first month's rent.

Fine.

I'll pay for a new lease,

but I need you to leave.

I'm here now.

Write me a check.

I need a glass of water.

If you need help to pay,

we can make an arangement.

I don't need any help.

I need you to leave.

Hi, Lara.

I need to talk to you.

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