True Story Page #5

This is for the law now.

I can't help you.

Can I ask why?

Is it because you don't want

to share your scoop, is that it?

You want to keep it

all for yourself?

All right.

I said what I wanted to say.

Why don't you give me a call

if you're having

trouble sleeping.

Hello?

Jill, hey.

It's nice to meet you.

Meet your voice, anyways.

Chris?

Exactly.

Hi. I was trying

to reach Mike,

but I couldn't get him

on his cell phone,

so, um, I was wondering if

you'd take a message for me?

Okay.

Um, just tell him

that my lawyer said

he can get him a seat

when the trial

begins tomorrow. Okay?

Sure.

Great. Well, it's,

truly nice to talk to you, Jill.

You know,

Mike's such a sweet guy.

And he's been

a real friend to me.

I'm sure he's like that

with everyone.

No, I think you're special.

Yeah, well, exactly.

It feels like we've known each other,

like, from before.

And he really loves you.

You know. Even if he

seems like he doesn't

want to let it out.

He told you that?

Yeah.

He tells me everything.

Life in Finkelwood,

his record collection,

your old piano,

that bathtub

you bought together.

He just goes on and on.

It's like I'm writing

the book about him,

rather than him about me.

I know he must be under

a lot of pressure, though.

It must be hard for you to

have him so preoccupied

like that.

You know nothing about me.

It feels like

I do, though.

I don't mean to

make you uncomfortable.

I just hope that

we can be friends, too.

I'd really like that.

Mike means so much

to both of us.

My credit's up.

Will you let him know?

Sure.

Thanks, Jill.

I'm standing outside

Lincoln County Courthouse,

where prosecutors say

they will seek

the death penalty

for Christian Longo,

who has been charged

with aggravated murder

in the deaths of his wife...

Be seated.

December 16th.

It's a night we're going to

spend a lot of time

talking about.

It was the last night

in this woman

and these children's lives.

MaryJane Longo, 34.

Zachary Longo, four years old.

- Sadie Longo.

- During questioning,

I asked him what happened

to his family.

And he said he'd sent them

to a better place.

A better place?

What do you think he meant by that?

Do you believe that

he had murdered his family?

That he had, or that...

- Objection.

- Overruled.

A car like that up on a bridge

at 4:
30 in the morning?

I've lived up there

my whole life,

and that's unusual.

Anyway, I heard

a couple of splashes.

So I called up

and asked him what

was going on. He said,

"Nothing."

Could you recognize

that man today?

Yeah... Yeah.

Could you point to the man?

Let the record show

the witness points

to the defendant.

Do you know the defendant?

Yes, I do.

How do you know him?

I am the manager at the

Starbucks where he worked.

How long did he work for you?

About two months.

When was the last time

you saw him?

December 17th.

In the morning,

he came in to work

about an hour late.

This was the day

after the murders.

Yes.

Did he say anything?

He said his wife

had left him for another man.

A reporter.

How did he seem?

The same as always.

Very calm.

Very remote.

You say you know the defendant.

When did you last see him?

December 19th.

December 19th.

Two days after the murder.

Yes.

What was he doing?

Playing basketball.

He was playing basketball

two days

after his wife and children

were murdered?

Yeah. We attend

the same gym.

Neither of the children's bodies

displayed any evidence of

having struggled

with an attacker,

which suggests they likely

knew and trusted their killer.

Both Zachary and Sadie

had Play-Doh

under their fingernails.

Sadie's toenails were painted

with a pearlescent polish,

the same as on MaryJane's toes.

They likely painted

them together.

Madison

was found in the suitcase.

Tiny scratch marks here indicate

Madison must have come around

at some point

before she drowned.

Dozens of facial

capillaries burst

as she struggled for air.

MaryJane's body was found

in this suitcase.

This was a violent

and frenzied act.

A ferocious attack.

Her neck has been broken.

Though this looks like it may

have happened after she died,

when she was forced

into the suitcase.

The prosecution rests,

Your Honor.

Then we shall begin with

the defense's first witness,

Christian Longo,

tomorrow morning.

This court is hereby adjourned

until 10:
00 a.m. tomorrow.

I'm very sorry.

For what?

This must be an incredibly

difficult day for your family.

Why are you talking to me?

Do you need this scene

for your book or something?

No, not at all.

But you're still writing it?

I have a commission

I have to honor.

You had a choice of

so many stories to tell,

and you chose his.

Actually, he picked me.

You pick your wedding day,

Mr. Finkel,

your children's names.

The important things.

He didn't pick you.

He used you.

God.

So, the night of the 15th,

you were honest with her

about your debts

for the first time?

Maybe it was too

much all at once like that,

but, yes, I told her everything.

She had tears in her eyes.

But I intended to

put it all out into the open.

Go on.

So I told her.

I told her that we weren't

paid up on the condo.

And that we'd have

to move again.

About the credit cards

that I'd gotten

by forging

her father's signature.

About the counterfeit checks.

About stealing the van.

I think that hurt her the most.

I'd given it to her

for our anniversary.

She'd always wanted one.

How did she react

when you told her?

She was pretty

shaken up. Um...

When I told her

about the van, she hit me.

She was screaming that

I should get out

and leave her alone.

I'd never seen her like that.

Zach and Sadie were

asleep in the living room,

so I just went and joined them.

When I woke up, it was morning.

I made the kids breakfast.

I went in to check on MaryJane.

She was, asleep with Maddie.

When I woke her,

she pushed past me

and went into the bathroom.

So I took Maddie

and sat with her

in the living room

with the kids.

We made some animals

out of Play-Doh.

And then it was getting close to

the time I was supposed

to be at work.

So I offered to call in sick,

but MaryJane said I had to go

because we were

in such a deep hole,

we couldn't afford

any more sick days.

So she got dressed

and drove me to work.

And

I worried about her all day.

But when I got home, late,

the door was open.

She was inside.

She was wearing just her robe.

And she wouldn't speak.

And then she collapsed.

I asked her what was wrong.

And I was actually

getting irritated

because she wouldn't answer.

She was just sobbing.

So I went into

the bedroom to change,

and that's...

That's when I saw Madison.

She was

tangled in the sheets.

She looked sick. Purplish.

She wasn't moving.

So, I went over

and sort of jostled her.

That's when I discovered that

she was cold to the touch.

Very cold.

And I couldn't...

I couldn't believe

what was happening.

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