Bond of Silence Page #3

The full autopsy report

won't be available until next week.

I got a call from

the coroner's office this morning

with a preliminary report.

Yeah, it was a heart attack.

No. Your husband died

of a brain hemorrhage.

You mean like a--? Like a stroke?

Not exactly, no.

The problem was a lack of blood

to the brain due to a severed artery.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that your husband

suffered a blunt force trauma

consistent with a beating.

That's impossible.

I'm sorry.

Mrs. McIntosh, the coroner

believes that your husband

was kicked to death.

He was murdered.

These are from Bob's office.

Mommy, where's my cereal?

It's right here. I've got it. Okay.

I don't want milk on my cereal.

What?

That's okay,

I'll get you another bowl, honey.

It's fine, it's fine.

I'll run to the store.

- It's fine.

Sorry. I didn't know

she liked them dry.

It's okay, really.

You know what,

can you get the door?

Yeah.

Thank you.

I'm just gonna pour the milk out.

Here, just eat it like that.

Those are all wet.

Okay. I'll-- I'll fix it.

Mommy, I'm hungry.

Sara, I am doing

the best I can, okay?

I'm sorry. Here.

Just start on those, okay? There.

Can you start on those, babe?

I'll make you some toast.

Katy, you're exhausted.

Why don't you go and lie down?

I can watch the kids.

I'm good. I need to keep moving.

Otherwise I'll start crying

and I might not be able to stop.

They just lost their dad. I can't let

them think they've lost their mom too.

Paul, you wanted to see me?

Yeah. Okay, so you were the first unit

on scene last night, right?

Yes, sir.

Okay.

You secured the area,

identified all witnesses.

Paramedics told me

they thought it was a heart attack.

There were 200 kids here last night.

You must have got

a lot of information.

If I had any indication

this was a crime scene,

I would've been more thorough.

I've got maybe a dozen names.

Okay, well, we have to contact

each and every one

of those kids that were

here at the party,

so I hope you're up

for some serious overtime.

Yeah?

Finally someone picks up their phone.

What the hell happened last night?

What are you talking about?

There's cops all over my house.

My dad's friend

from across the street

was killed here.

What?

Wasn't just dead, he was murdered.

In my parents' bedroom.

Murdered? You're kidding.

What? What's wrong?

My parents are gonna be home

in an hour.

What the hell am I supposed

to tell them? What?

Uh--

I'll call you back.

Look, this doesn't change anything.

No reason we should spill our guts

about what happened.

Don't see how an investigation

changes anything?

Would you keep your voice down?

Not for us.

Okay, we didn't kill the guy.

How do you know?

He was on the floor

when Keith and I left that room.

Yes, yes, he was on the floor,

but he was still bitching at us.

Dude, that was harsh, man.

Ha-ha-ha.

What the hell's wrong

with you people?

- Let's go party.

- That was sick.

Would you please tell them, Daisy?

Yeah. There was a lot of other people

upstairs when we went out.

Exactly. So if the guy got whacked,

then someone else did the whacking.

And I don't want that pinned on us,

do you?

Where's Keith?

I don't know.

His dad took his phone away.

Hi, Jordan.

Hi.

These are the memorial ribbons

for Bob McIntosh.

- Okay.

- They expect so many people,

they'll hold it

at the community center.

Anyway, hand them out.

That'd be great.

Yeah.

Bob McIntosh was many things:

Father, husband, friend.

But he was also a lawyer,

committed to justice.

A commitment for Bob meant action.

And his death

was tragic,

untimely,

and so unnecessary.

Okay. It's okay.

- Let's go. Get up.

- All right, I'm fine, you guys.

- You too, buddy. Let's go.

- We heard you, okay?

Something happened

at the funeral yesterday.

I... I think I remember.

What do you remember?

Mostly acting like a jerk.

I acted like a jerk that whole night,

didn't I?

Yeah, pretty much.

I don't know why

you haven't dumped me already.

I don't know either.

When you're not with your friends,

you are the sweetest person

I've ever met.

Why are you ragging on them?

They've been good to you.

When you hang out with them,

you get stupid.

You get into fights,

and now this guy got killed.

You're saying my friends killed him?

No, that's not what I'm saying.

You know what? Forget it.

Jordan, I don't wanna fight.

Me either.

I can just keep driving, you know?

You can come stay at my place

for a little.

No, they'll just be back.

I might as well get this over with.

So we were just hanging out

in the room.

And then the guy, Mr. McIntosh,

he came in,

and said that he wanted us

to get out.

Can you remember

his exact words?

I don't know, like:

"I'm gonna have to ask you to take

the party downstairs," or something.

And what did you do?

I got up and said, "Let's go," and...

Was this the point when Keith Moore

called him a name?

I guess.

Come on.

Oh! Ha-ha. That was sick.

Oh, you little b*tch.

Maybe Keith did call him a name.

Okay.

But then he came out

with me and Angie and...

Oh, yeah.

Come on, let's go party. Yee!

Then the other guys,

they came out right after us.

And the last time you saw

Bob McIntosh, he was...

What, he was just standing there?

Yeah.

He didn't seem like

he was distressed

in any way to you?

Is that true?

If she says it's true, it's true.

If she saw anything that might help,

she knows we'd expect her

to come forward.

Daisy isn't home right now.

Don't know when she'll be back.

Okay, what? What?

Keith called him a name?

Okay, I don't remember that,

but, I mean, I was pretty wasted.

Look, we know they're underage.

And we've had a long,

very serious talk about all that, right?

Yeah.

It's not gonna happen again.

Uh-huh. What happened

after Keith got into this

sparring match with Mr. McIntosh?

Nothing.

Nothing?

How many people would you say

were upstairs when you left?

Let me guess. Ten.

Ten.

Ten.

The kids are having so much fun.

I'm so glad you didn't cancel.

Well, I can't cancel birthdays.

No.

Bob was so excited

to throw this party for the kids.

You know, he loved parties.

Yes, he did.

Red light!

You want me to help?

This pinhata was his idea, and now

I don't know how to hang it up.

You know,

I called that grief counselor,

and he said to me,

that it would be three weeks

before I could get an appointment.

He said, "I don't know if you're aware,

but there's been a crisis in this town."

Katy, it's okay to grieve.

Katy, there's someone at the door.

You know, I'll go get that.

No, I got it, I got it.

Here, you have a look at it.

Is this a bad time?

Um...

Dealing with teenagers

is tough with peer pressure

not to talk to cops.

But we have narrowed this down

to a small group of kids

that had some confrontation with

your husband that led to an attack.

Unfortunately,

they're all saying the same thing.

It was just a short exchange

and Bob was alive

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