Who Killed JonBenet? Page #2

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Priscilla was like

my second mom.

And Daphne White was

my best friend.

Look, just... we'll just

pray together, ok?

Ok.

Alright?

Ok.

Our father...

Our father.

Who art in heaven.

Who art in heaven.

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come...

Mommy, look!

( giggling )

Once, as a joke, Daphne hid

from her whole family.

But when I wasn't there

that morning, I wasn't hiding.

And I wasn't joking.

Mr. Ramsey, it's protocol

that we get handwriting samples

from you, your wife,

and both children.

Sure.

Could everyone please just

stay in the living room

and the study only.

You too, please.

( vomiting )

( toilet flushes )

How could I not have heard

my baby?

It's ok.

How could I not hear my baby?

( sobbing )

So much for a call by 10:00.

Maybe it is tomorrow.

Either of them say anything,

even noticed the time passed?

Not a word.

Alright, let's uh...

let's release anybody that

doesn't need to be here.

Commander wants a strategy

session at the station.

Can you hold down the fort?

Yep.

Alright.

If everyone could please just

stay in one room or the other?

Patsy?

Tell me more about

the housekeeper.

We have a detective going

over to talk to her.

You know, I don't know.

I...

I'm thinking maybe it doesn't

look so much like her wri-

Excuse me?

Maybe we should throw

JonBent's sheets in the wash.

No!

Don't touch anything,

please.

Just... keep everyone in

the living room and the study.

Excuse me.

It's Arndt.

I have paged a couple of times

already and I need backup now.

I've got Buckingham Palace here

with nine Kings and Queens

roaming around.

( toilet flushes )

I'm looking for Patsy?

Um, I think she's

in the bathroom.

And John?

Uh...

John?

( shutter snaps )

Mr. Ramsey.

( stuttering ) I...I I thought

there might be something

from the kidnappers.

Have you ever seen

him like this?

His daughter's missing.

I don't know if I'd be even

that together.

Mr. Ramsey.

Why don't you take Fleet and...

just search the house?

Top to bottom.

See if there's maybe

something missing,

anything that might help us.

John, was that always broken?

Hmm?

Oh.

Uh, yeah.

Locked myself out last summer.

I had to break it to get in.

Been meaning to fix that.

( dramatic music )

( dramatic music )

( dramatic music )

( dramatic music )

Oh my god!

( dramatic music )

( dramatic music )

( dramatic music )

( dramatic music )

Don't touch anything!

Don't touch anything!

PUT HER DOWN!

PUT HER DOWN!

( sobbing )

Yes, now!

I'm all alone here!!

He didn't mean to kill her.

He wrapped her...

with a- with a blanket.

( sobbing )

Oh, god!!

John, no.

Please, nobody touch her.

Please.

Please.

( sobbing )

My little angel...

It's gotta be an inside job.

( sobbing )

No. No.

No.

( sobbing )

No, no, no! No, my baby!

( sobbing hysterically )

Oh, no!

( sobbing hysterically )

Jesus!

You raised Lazarus

from the dead!

Please, raise my baby!

( sobbing )

I'm sorry.

I'm so very sorry.

It was a sh*t storm.

I was at the autopsy

this morning

and there's a six-year-old girl

with an eight

inch crack in her skull

and a garrote around her neck,

and you know what

they're trying to figure out?

What?

Which one of those killed her.

And when and what

and for how long

someone was shoving something

inside of her.

Signs of sexual abuse?

Would the parents

have any ideas?

A few, but we can't talk

to them since...

we thought it was a kidnapping!

These are influential people,

everyone was treating it all

with kid gloves,

hugging the body, cleaning up

a murder scene!

I moved the body, Steve.

It's all contaminated.

I don't even know why I-

( knocking )

Thomas?

Somebody here to see you.

Yeah.

Mr. Ramsey, you can't walk

away from an active crime scene.

They're getting

my plane ready.

I have important business

in Atlanta.

Your daughter?

We- we have unfinished

business here.

You can't go to Atlanta

or anywhere else.

We can't stay here

another moment.

We obviously have to talk

to you,

your wife and your son.

You'll stay with us.

Uh, I'll call you back.

Just um... give us a day.

Please.

We just lost our daughter.

These are my step-siblings

John Andrew and Melinda.

Their older sister died

in a car accident.

I know, most stories only

have one bad thing happen,

but this isn't a story.

This is real life.

Lots of bad things happen

in real life.

At least in mine.

This is a mistake.

We should be taking

them downtown.

Separating them.

It was the Commander's call.

Where are you going?

I woke up and my father said

JonBent was missing.

You know about what time

it was you woke up?

Didn't hear anything

before that in the night?

Uh-uh.

Nothing at all?

Just... when I went to bed

the water heater squeaks.

No... scream or cries?

A yell?

No raised voices?

No arguing?

Anything like that?

What's the first thing

you remember hearing?

My father woke me and

said JonBent was missing

and they were gonna find her.

Your father woke you?

Oh.

I thought you said your-

Do you know if we're still going

to Michigan?

I don't know.

What do you do up

in Michigan?

We get to skate on the lake

and build really big fires.

Sounds fun.

Let's get back to you waking up.

Can I go play video games?

( recording ) Patsy? Patsy?

Patsy?

Now, listen.

There's more at the end.

Like she didn't completely

hang up.

( indistinct voices

on recording )

Patsy?

Pats- Patsy?

Patsy? Patsy? Patsy?

( indistinct voices )

It was clear on the call.

Like it was her voice

but not so hysterical.

Talking to someone nearby.

Who else knows about this?

No one.

Let's keep it that way.

FBI.

The Secret Service.

They do this stuff.

It's the War and Peace

of ransom notes.

Normally, it's "we have

your kid, get the money,

"we will call".

I've never seen anything

like this before.

Now, this guy for sure

didn't write it.

Now her?

There are a lot of similarities.

You definitely can't rule

her out.

She's-

Wait.

It's practice.

The note was written

on this pad.

That was John's lawyer.

Their investigators want

to talk to us.

They say the police always

look to the parents first

and they need to advise

John and Patsy.

Fleet?

Her bed didn't look slept in.

And she was wearing the same

clothes as the night before.

I don't think Patsy went to bed

that night.

Bye.

Goodnight, guys.

Merry Christmas.

Thank you, you guys!

Merry Christmas.

Goodnight, everybody.

Goodnight!

Merry Christmas!

( knocking )

Mrs. White?

Yes.

Detectives Thomas and Gossage,

with the BPD.

Would you mind if we asked you

a couple of questions?

Uh, we already talked to your...

your colleagues.

Why not? Everyone else has.

You just missed the last bunch.

Who was that?

Some private investigators

from John's lawyers.

Yeah?

What did they want?

Basically to know what we had

already told you.

Or anyone else.

Are they concerned

about something?

I guess you'd have

to ask them.

Mr. White, Mrs. White,

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