Shark s01e14 Episode Script

1 Taylor! Taylor! Taylor! Taylor! Taylor! Taylor! Forget it, guys.
It's not her.
I've got Taylor.
We're heading out the back.
Watch your step.
You sure you're gonna be okay, honey? I can get somebody to drive you home.
You're a sweetheart.
I'll be fine.
Taylor! Go! Go! Hey, it's me.
Um, God, I wish you were there.
I finally told him it's over, and this time I'm not going back.
Can you believe it? God, I feel so free.
Hold on.
Somebody's trying to pass me.
the latest in a series of car bombings that have rocked the Iraqi capital in recent weeks.
And in other news, the nation is mourning the loss of Hollywood starlet Taylor Mays.
Her death was confirmed this morning by Los Angeles police officials who said only that the 21-year-old star of film and television was pronounced dead at the scene of a single-car accident in the Hollywood Hills.
Mays, who began her career as a child star in such films as Princess for A Night and Aspen Holiday My nine-year-old niece is hysterical.
She can recite all the dialogue to all of Taylor Mays' movies.
And the ones on the Internet? Yeah, well, maybe not those.
What do we know? - We've got princess Di deal here.
- Paparazzi? It's getting worse and worse.
Damn vultures.
I'm surprised this doesn't happen more often.
Watch your step.
From the paint transfer on her car, we're looking for a silver vehicle.
Where were her bodyguards? They ran a diversion to get her out of the club.
She drove away alone.
Any witnesses? No.
Got a neighborhood kid who was out training for the cross-country team.
Called it in about 6:45.
On my way over here they were playing a clip of an interview Taylor gave a couple years ago.
Said she always dreamed of being famous.
Be careful what you wish for.
I finally told him it's over.
And this time, I'm not going back.
Can you believe it? God, I feel so free.
Very likely the last words of Taylor Mays left on her 19-year-old sister's voice mail at 3:35 a.
m.
When do these people sleep? During the day.
They're vampires.
All right, aside from the fact that she was an up-and-coming actress, what do we actually know about this girl? Mother died a couple years ago.
She lives up in the Hollywood Hills with her stepdad, who runs her production company.
I know a guy who dated her for a minute.
How'd it end? Badly.
Fidelity wasn't exactly Taylor's strong suit.
That's a shocker.
She was breaking up with someone on that last message.
We got to check into the ex-boyfriends as well as the paparazzi.
And then there's Charlotte Prosser.
She's amazing.
Amazing singer, talented.
She and Taylor went at it over some guy at the club last night.
Look, the police report is pretty clear.
I mean, Taylor had a running feud with the paparazzi.
They hunted her down and killed her.
And didn't even bother to call 911.
Nothing I'd like better than to nail these rats, but all we got so far is a paint transfer on Taylor Mays' car and a toxicology report showing that she had enough cocaine and Ecstasy in her system to zonk a rhino.
So, Madeleine, you and Casey talk to Charlotte Prosser.
Find out how the catfight in the club started last night.
You come with me.
The press is always trying to control the case.
This time they are the case.
Two words: "no comment.
" The police told you that we're looking at the paparazzi for this? Damn it.
They made Taylor's life living hell.
We may have to look into other possibilities, of course.
You were I'm sorry.
You were married to Taylor's late mother.
Is that correct? Yes.
After Audrey's death, I assumed legal guardianship of Taylor and her sister Christy.
Was there anyone in Taylor's personal or professional life who might want to hurt her? Not that I can think of, no.
You told the police that Taylor had a separate entrance? She came and went on her own? She was 21.
We were long past curfews.
This may be delicate to bring up at a time like this, but Taylor's blood work Oh, I know.
The police told me.
Did your stepdaughter have a longstanding problem with drugs? Unfortunately, it came with the territory.
Oh Taylor had just gotten out of rehab up in Oregon.
Obviously, it was not something we wanted the studios or the media to know.
How was she when she came home? Great.
Happier than she'd been in a long time.
Sober.
Excited to get back to work.
She was up for a project at DreamWorks.
A really great role.
It was gonna be her breakthrough.
Taylor was determined to prove that she was a real actress not some tabloid party girl.
Oh, that's good.
That's good, baby, right there.
Ooh, a little bit of lotion makes me happy.
Hey! What up, buddy? Hey, can you give me a minute? I'm looking into the Taylor Mays murder.
Oh, that's a real tragedy.
I liked that girl.
Not to mention she was my main source of income.
You know tabloids went crazy for her, man.
Topless photos of Taylor went for 75.
$7,500? Thousand.
It paid for this camera and then some.
Any idea what happened at the club last night? Nah, just what I hear.
Taylor's up in the VIP room and Charlotte Prosser calls her a whore.
So were they fighting over a guy or? It's always some guy mixed up in it somehow.
Knowing those two, more than one.
What about the, uh, paparazzi? Any of you guys have it in for her? Hell, no, man.
Like I said, Taylor was worth big money to us.
And most of us aren't crazy like that.
But some of you are.
There's this one dude from New Zealand Jano, a real piece of work.
He got into it with Taylor's bodyguard.
Any idea where I can find him? Try The Ivy on Robertson.
He's usually camped out there till the clubs get busy.
Ooh, she's back and she's beautiful.
Don't fall.
I'm so sorry about your sister.
We always talked about something like this happening.
The way they stalked her, it was it was crazy.
Who? Obsessed fans, the paparazzi.
How'd she deal with it? She tried to ignore them.
They were all over her.
It's like they it's like they didn't even think of her as a human being.
Taylor left you a voice mail just before the accident.
She told somebody it was over? Do you know who she was talking about? She never told me his real name.
Taylor learned to keep secrets.
She had to.
It's the only way she could have a real life.
My friends were just acting stupid.
My boyfriend started throwing ice cubes at Taylor's table.
Why? Taylor was spreading all kinds of bitchy rumors about me.
Like what? Taylor went onto MySpace and said I did Wilmer Valderrama in the bathroom of the Viper Room.
I feel bad enough about all this.
What does it matter? You threatened the life of a young woman who ended up dead.
It matters.
Look, it's no big deal.
The whole thing was staged.
Staged? The nightclub paid us to show up as VIPs.
Our publicist set up the fight.
The whole Charlotte-Taylor rivalry thing it sells.
So you pretended to get into a fight with Taylor Mays.
Hello? It's called "cross promotion.
" I've got a DVD coming out; Taylor has a video; the club gets its name out there.
Win-win-win.
Word has it you two are fighting over some guy.
Not lately.
Taylor was into her whole new celibacy thing.
Like a religious conversion? Like she was saving herself for marriage.
Kind of late for that.
Hey, which one of you is Jano? I've been looking for you.
I already spoke to the cops.
I just want to ask you a couple of questions.
I'm working.
I understand you and Taylor Mays got into a fender-bender on Sunset Plaza last week.
Like, what was I supposed to do? I don't know.
Stop chasing her all over L.
A.
Trust me, man.
She played the game.
These girls like nothing more than to see themselves in the tabloids.
I take it you didn't like her very much? Spoiled little prima donna, but if you're asking did I run her down and kill her? Give me a break.
So you didn't track her leaving that club last night? She deeked us, man.
Sent out a decoy and snuck out the back.
I hung around for a few more minutes, then took off.
What time? 2:00, 2:30.
Where'd you go? After-hours party on Sunset.
Anyone see you there? Am I being charged with something? Not yet.
Then get out of my way.
Yo, Nicole! Nicole, what were you guys doing in there?! You guys making out? Hollywood and fans around the world are mourning the loss of an American princess.
brightest young stars They're going to be dining out on this one for weeks.
Um I, uh, had a buddy come out and install a second security camera by the garage.
Good.
Great.
Just to be on the safe side.
Hey, Neal, you want to stay for dinner? No, he can't.
Looks delicious, but the calories here and I have a late gig.
I'll see you tomorrow morning, Julie.
Yeah.
We're still gonna go to Melrose, right? You're the boss.
What? You hired him.
So there's no chanceyou're gonna become the next Britney Spears, right? Actually, I was thinking more like Justice Ginsberg.
In a Hollywood exclusive, never- before-seen photos taken hours before police arrived at the crash site.
I'm watching it now.
Whoever took these pictures, I want them and I want them now.
Your Honor, this has important First Amendment implications.
To compel Celebrity News to reveal the identity of this photographer would have a chilling effect on press freedom.
With all due respect, Your Honor, this is not The New York Times.
This is a tabloid best known for publishing topless photographs of Kate Moss.
Counsel's mischaracterization of my client aside, I urge the court to consider the principle at issue here.
I'm obligated to protect press freedom as well as the prosecution's right to an unimpeded criminal investigation.
I'll take this under advisement and rule by next week.
He's stalling because he's worried about being reversed.
He's hoping we find the information ourselves.
Takes him off the hook.
He may get his wish.
Jano, the paparazzo, recently traded in his old car for a Cadillac Escalade.
His trade-in? A silver Nissan Sentra.
You don't have the right to do this.
A warrant gives us the right.
I am a fine arts photographer with a master's degree from the University of Auckland.
This is the sort of thing you expect in Iraq, not the US.
Things are tough all over, aren't they? Hey, check this out.
It's real avant-garde stuff.
They ought to hang you in the Getty.
Or just hang you.
All right, Jano let's head downtown and take your picture for a change.
Good Morning, everyone.
At this time an individual is being questioned.
We're continuing to work with the LAPD and we'll try to give you updates throughout the day.
Okay John.
Let's go through this again.
How many different ways do I have to say this? I took those pictures, but I didn't kill her.
Okay, so she ditches you outside the nightclub and then even though you live in Mar Vista the exact opposition direction you decide to drive home through the Hollywood Hills and then just happen upon the wreck 250 feet down a ravine?! Silver paint from your Sentra is all over Taylor's rear bumper.
Now you can either talk to us, or take your chance with the jury.
I'll cooperate.
But I want immunity.
Okay, how's this deal sound? You talk or I staple-gun your stalkerazzi ass to the wall.
That work for you? My fender-bender last week with Taylor on sunset plaza was a setup.
I planted a magnetized radio transmitter under the right rear fender of her car so I could track her.
Can't imagine why everybody hates you guys so much.
The night she died, I lost the signal going up in the hills.
I figured she's on her way to a party I knew about up there.
I waited around outside.
When she didn't show up, I doubled back.
I saw a broken guardrail, and that's how I found her.
That's a hell of a coincidence.
It's true.
If I ran her off the road in my Nissan, I would've trashed it.
Okay.
When you found her, why didn't you call the cops? They would've confiscated my camera.
Those dead shots are worth a fortune man.
Your Sentra and the wrecked Mercedes are in impound.
If I find out you're lying to me, I'm going to drive a stake through your predatory heart.
Check under the right rear fender of Taylor's car.
You'll find the tracking device.
So are we announcing an arrest? I'd hold off for now.
Okay.
I can't leave the building, Sebastian.
I need something to tell these people.
Tell him he's a person of interest.
That should hold them.
Oh, yeah, for about ten seconds.
The switchboard's jammed.
I've got a news van in my parking spot, and Larry King just sent me a fruit basket.
The one with the little pineapple stars?I love those things.
That's the impound.
They found the transmitter Jano planted.
See? Guy's a scumbag, but his story tracks, doesn't it? I got a heads-up on the autopsy.
Cause of death is multiple trauma, but they also found bruises on Taylor's upper torso and arms that are inconsistent with the accident.
Could've been the fight at the nightclub.
Unlikely.
Aside from the hair-pulling, that was all a publicity stunt.
One more thing.
According to the ME, Taylor Mays recently had a miscarriage.
See, she comes around this hairpin.
The pursuit vehicle makes initial contact with her here at an angle.
Causing Taylor's car to fishtail.
We know from the damage to the Mercedes, he hit her twice.
Look at the height of the bumper.
A sedan like a Sentra would impact lower on the rear fender.
This has to be an SUV.
Given the torque involved, four-wheel drive.
Well, that narrows the search down to the entire population of L.
A.
Maybe not.
Taylor's stepdad owns a silver Lexus SUV.
All right.
I'll contact the local Lexus dealers and body shops.
Jackpot.
Six months before she died, Taylor Mays' mom sued Marty Babish for divorce.
Guess who he was sleeping with? His last teen sensation.
April George.
So, Marty Babish finally got his hand caught in the cookie jar.
It's about time.
When did you first sign with him April? Um, I was about 12 or 13.
I was doing mostly commercial work.
This was way before my run on Star Search.
And Marty got me all these auditions, and I booked a recurring role on Little House on the Prairie.
How old were you when you and Mr.
Babish started sleeping together? I was in awe of Marty.
I would've done anything he asked.
I found out later that I wasn't the first of his little protegés, and, apparently, not the last.
You think he was sexually involved with Taylor Mays? I wouldn't be surprised if he seduced his own stepdaughter.
Probably really messed her up, too.
Marty always told me that I was the love of his life.
And then he fired me.
I was 21.
Filed a lawsuit, threatened to go to the press.
Why didn't you? 'Cause Marty told me that he would make sure that I never worked again.
And you'll testify to this? Oh, you put me on that stand, and I will make that jury cry.
Just the way Marty taught me.
Their house is on Tower Drive in Beverly Hills.
Now Taylor could've easily stopped at home to see him on her way back from the nightclub.
They argue; she drives off; he comes after her.
Motive? We talked to Taylor's agents at William Morris.
She was under pressure to dump Marty Babish.
That he was insisting on an executive producer credit and five percent of the gross of the DreamWorks project.
He was going to blow the whole deal.
Taylor's Marty's meal ticket.
She fires him; he loses millions.
And it's all gonna come out how he's been sleeping with her, robbing her blind.
Definitely cost him his table at Mr.
Chow.
So Taylor storms off; Babish panics; drives after her;chase goes bad.
Isaac's at an auto body in West Covina staring at Marty Babish's Lexus.
Significant front end damage, and get this: black paint transfer matches Taylor's Mercedes.
Good.
Make way.
Make way.
Make way.
Are you sure crashing the funeral is the way to go on this? Element of surprise.
I'll take care of this.
Sebastian.
What's shaking, Lloyd? You come after Marty Babish at his own stepdaughter's memorial.
He should've thought of that before he killed her.
Please, not in front of his family and friends.
Let the man say good-bye to his child in peace.
Maybe we should wait.
He'll turn himself in.
You have my word on it.
That fills me with confidence.
No, thanks.
Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
I wouldn't resist him if I were you.
He'll be grouchy at me all day.
Hey.
Go ahead.
Say it.
You're a sweet guy.
You need to get over that.
Every year thousands of kids come to LA.
They bring their clothes on their backs and their dreams of cherished stardom, but for every Hollywood hopeful who gets off that bus, there's a slick Hollywood hustler waiting to exploit them.
For Taylor Mays, that knight in shining Armani was Marty Babish.
Now Marty Babish was a smart guy.
He had a nose for talent; he smelled money; and so he did what any upstanding purveyor of talent would do: he signed Taylor Mays, immediately married her mother, wrested control of her finances.
In short, Marty Babish made himself the single most important person in young Taylor's life, an intimate relationship that ultimately would lead to murder.
But Marty Babish forgot one thing: young girls grow up.
Taylor Mays, tired of being exploited by this sleazy Svengali, decided to end the relationship.
The night she died, she fired him.
Taylor thought that she had declared her freedom, but what she had really done was to give Marty Babish, now facing financial ruin, motive to kill her in cold blood.
The people will prove that Marty Babish in the saddest of ironies, stalked Taylor Mays in the $65,000 Lexus that she had bought for him as a birthday gift, finally running her off the road in a brutal act of vehicular homicide.
Can you change the horrific events of this tragedy? No.
But you can write a just conclusion.
Find Marty Babish guilty of murder in the first degree.
Thank you.
Mr.
Holcomb.
You know, like so many young performers, Taylor Mays lived life in the fast lane.
Money, fame and all the things that come along with them.
Taylor Mays battled a drug and alcohol dependence.
My client, Mr.
Babish, tried to protect his stepdaughter from all of those Hollywood excesses.
He supported her in her numerous efforts to try and tame her demons.
As his other stepdaughter Christy will tell you, Mr.
Babish is a wonderful father.
She will also testify that he was asleep at home when Taylor's car veered off the embankment that night.
A mixture of cocaine, Ecstasy, champagne, and heartbreak were responsible for driving Taylor Mays over the edge that night not Mr.
Babish.
Holcomb paints Taylor as a slut and a cokehead, puts her on trial instead of Babish.
Blame the victim.
Ugly strategy works like gangbusters.
Our job is to put the blame back where it belongs.
How? Well, we can't prove that Babish was sleeping with his stepdaughter, but we can sure as hell imply it with his former proteg? What if Holcomb challenges April George's testimony as prejudicial? Prior bad acts are exceptions if they go to MO.
We say Babish exploited April the same way he exploited Taylor.
If I'm Holcomb, I fight like hell.
Well, unfortunately for him, he's fighting against me.
Marty told me that these were the same people that handle all his clients' money, and that he trusted them, and that when I turned 21 I would have complete control of all of it.
And what happened on your 21st birthday? I found out I was completely broke.
And the sad thing is I was saving that money for after we were married to live on after his divorce.
You obviously placed a great deal of faith in Marty Babish.
Too much.
How do you feel about Mr.
Babish now? I think he's a he's a sick, lying psychopath who derives pleasure from seducing vulnerable young women and then destroying their lives.
Like youand Taylor Mays.
Yes.
Nothing further.
Great job.
Way too easy.
Good afternoon, Ms.
George.
Now you told Mr.
Stark that you weren't going to lie about Mr.
Babish, even though you blame him for all those awful things.
But you've lied many times before, have you not? I don't know what you're talking about.
Weren't you arrested for prostitution in 2001? Objection.
Foundation.
She was arrested under an alias, Your Honor.
By using a stolen Social Security number.
We have the booking slip right here.
Continue.
This is you, is it not? It wasn't prostitution.
I'm an actress.
My agency sends me out to meet with clients.
It's called role-playing.
An actress role-playing.
Well, in that role-playing, do you engage in sexually explicit conversations with? Your Honor, an artist Overruled.
Look, this is just like when you rent a movie and there's a sex scene in it, only it's live, and you're making it sound dirty.
Well, I mean, sexual activity with strangers for money, how does it sound to you? Look, this man ruined my life.
He is the reason I was degraded to that.
Well, one last question, Ms.
George.
How much money would somebody have to pay you to come in here and lie about my client? You've got to kidding.
Your Honor Sustained Where is this headed, Mr.
Holcomb? Directly to perjury, Your Honor.
The witness here has signed a $1 million book deal with Dove Publishing, including the film rights and serial rights to her life story, provided, of course, that Mr.
Babish is convicted of the murder of Taylor Mays.
And she even gets to play herself in the movie.
You know, okay, yeah, I will ask him, okay? Bye.
Something came up.
My dad has to work through dinner.
Did he say what he wants me to do? Hang out with me, I guess.
The problem is, a friend asked me to cover for him tonight.
I'm supposed to work Owen Wilson's birthday party.
Oh, that sounds like hazardous duty.
What are you doing? Canceling.
Oh, no, no, no, don't.
You can't stay here by yourself.
I'll be fine.
Forget it.
Okay, I've got an idea.
Why don't you take me with you? Uh, I don't think so.
Please.
I love Owen Wilson.
It'll be amazing.
Maybe we should check with your dad.
Oh, it'll be fine.
I mean, after all, I'll be with you.
Don't I know you? Uh, I I don't think so.
Actress.
High school student.
Cool.
You here with somebody.
Uh, yeah, actually.
I'm Tony.
Julie.
Ever think about modeling, Julie? Me? Seriously.
You're costing yourself a fortune.
"America's Next Hot Model"? Really? You're a natural.
Call me on the cell.
Okay.
Oh, no, thanks.
Actually thanks And you were protecting Taylor's interests? Which is why we invested in commercial real estate in Las Vegas.
We designed a strategy where Ms.
Mays was able to refinance and take cash flow without having to pay any taxes.
So what you're saying is that if she had lived, Taylor Mays would have been a very wealthy woman? Yes, very wealthy.
Mr.
Babish and I watched over her investments like they were our own.
Out of the $15 million that Taylor Mays brought in to her production company last year, how much did Mr.
Babish pay himself? Marty paid himself a reasonable salary.
It was more than just a salary, wasn't it? Because he was already taking 15% off the top as her manager.
Objection.
Ask your question, Mr.
Stark.
How about yourself, Mr.
Reiner? How big was your piece of the pie? About $2.
2 million.
I paid myself a percentage.
I only made money when she did.
That's not exactly true, is it? Because you own the company that mortgages her properties, as well as the seven percent you pay yourself as a management fee.
I consult with Mr.
Babish at all times.
He has copies of everything.
So let me get this straight.
When you say that you and Marty Babish treated her money as if it were your own, I guess the plan was, if she hadn't died, it would have been.
I think we made up some ground.
Yeah.
Our star witness is a hooker and a liar, and the money manager blew holes in Babish's financial imperative.
We're doing good.
Our luck may be changing.
I have a friend at Coldwell Banker.
Vegas real estate is in free fall.
All the smart money moved out months ago.
Babish and Reiner have been milking Taylor's Vegas properties for years.
If Taylor pulls her cash out, those guys go bankrupt.
That's what I'm talking about! Motive! I'm going to get that accountant back on the stand and gut him like a flounder! We may have to hold off on the gutting.
Defense is calling a rebuttal witness.
Some kid she met in rehab.
It could get ugly.
What's the guy going to say? She skipped her meds? Stayed up past curfew.
Jury's heard enough dirt on Taylor already.
Holcomb's not going to beat a dead pop star.
Maybe she told her therapy group what a sweet dad Babish is.
Maybe.
But I'm with Casey.
If Holcomb's putting this guy on the stand, he's got something to say, and I don't think we're going to like it.
All right, state your name, please.
Ronald A.
Harper.
Now, you approached Christy Mays, Taylor's sister, right after the memorial, and you told her a rather remarkable story, a story that you wanted the whole world to hear.
Objection, Your Honor.
We've had no time to prepare for this.
You'll have plenty of time to prepare on cross.
Proceed, Mr.
Holcomb.
You told Christy that you were a patient at Fernwood Clinic, a rehab facility for drugs and alcohol.
Isn't that right? Yes.
And, while you were a patient there, you claimed that you met a young woman named Katie, and that the two of you had entered into an intimate relationship.
Yes.
You told Christy that, after Katie was discharged from this facility, she wrote you a letter.
Yes.
And, in that letter, she broke up with you, and confessed to a terrible lie.
Your Honor, there is no relevance here.
I need some latitude, Your Honor.
Make it fast, Mr.
Holcomb.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
What was that big lie that she admitted to, Ronnie? That her name wasn't Katie.
Her real name was Taylor Mays.
Sidebar.
He's trying to confuse this jury, and make them think that this witness had something to do with the crime.
I have the right to pursue alternative theories.
Your objection has been noted.
Step back, Mr.
Stark.
Your Honor Step back.
Thank you.
Proceed.
Now, Mr.
Harper, isn't it true that, um you broke out of Fernwood Clinic, you stole a Ford Explorer, and you drove to Los Angeles? And that you've been living in that car for the last week? Yes.
And, when you arrived here, you confronted Taylor Mays' agent and publicists? You even camped out on the street across from the house where you thought she was staying.
You stalked Taylor Mays all over Los Angeles, didn't you? No.
You became obsessed with her.
You had to be with her.
Isn't that so? No.
I didn't stalk her.
Well, yes or no, Mr.
Harper? Were you waiting outside the club the night that Taylor Mays was murdered? Yes.
I wanted to talk to Taylor.
I explained all this to you.
Yes.
Yes, you did.
You did.
And I only have one more question for you.
What was the color of that Ford Explorer you stole up in Oregon? Silver.
The same as the paint on Taylor Mays' bumper.
Go figure.
I told you I never heard of Taylor Mays.
She's one of the most famous people in the country.
Look, I grew up on a commune.
I was home-schooled.
We didn't own a TV when I was growing up.
I still don't.
I fell in love with a girl named Katie.
You realize how this sounds, right? It's the truth.
Okay, so why did she end it? When she was discharged, Katie told me she needed to clean up some loose ends in L.
A.
We agreed, when I finished treatment, we'd find a place on the Oregon coast.
And live happily ever after? Say what you want.
We were in love.
Go on, Ronnie.
About a week ago, I got this letter.
Katie found out she was pregnant.
She was under all this pressure from her stepfather to have an abortion.
She wrote you a letter about her pregnancy? Yeah.
But she lost the baby.
That's when she told me that her name was Taylor Mays.
That she was the actress in Hollywood.
So, if you two were soul mates, why did she break up with you? That's what I came down here to find out.
She was the only good thing that ever happened to me.
I couldn't let her go without a fight.
Ronnie says he gave Taylor's letters to Christy Mays at the memorial.
Didn't he realize that was the only proof he had? He didn't think he needed proof.
Taylor told him her sister was the one person in the world they could trust.
I talked to Christy.
I wonder why she failed to mention that.
She's mentioning it now.
Christy Mays is all over the TV saying she identified Ronnie Harper as a stalker, and reported him to the FBI.
Problem is, Ronnie admits he approached her at Taylor's memorial.
We need to prove he gave her those letters.
Every paparazzo in the city is on top of this thing.
Get subpoenas.
I want every available frame of film.
Judge Watkins will never go for it.
I can get 100 lawyers in here who can tell me what they can't do.
Get it done.
Are you insane? Probably.
But that doesn't change the fact that this kid Ronnie's for real.
A mental patient with drug and alcohol dependency? This is your star witness? You got a better idea? Yeah.
Offer negligent homicide.
Babish would get 18 months.
The guy killed his stepdaughter.
You can't prove that.
And you can't put this kid back on the stand after what the jury just heard.
I can resurrect him.
According to the Bible, you need three days for that.
It won't take that long.
I just need you to buy me some time.
You have till 2:30.
Then I pull the plug.
Oh, yeah.
Come on.
Come on, Mommy.
Right Oh, Mommy, come on.
Good, good, good.
Good, good, good.
Full body.
Come on, Mommy.
Good, good, good.
Do you mind? We need to see your stuff from Taylor Mays' house after the funeral.
You shouldn't be doing this.
You're compromising my livelihood.
Come on.
You telling me you actually enjoy what you do? Dude, I used to photograph bar mitzvahs and weddings.
Talk about hell on earth.
Whoa! Easy! It's a $15,000 lens.
If it helps us nail whoever killed Taylor Mays, your shot will end up on the cover of Newsweek.
Casey.
Can you zero in? Yeah.
And how did Mr.
Harper look when he approached you after the memorial service? Disheveled.
Kind of crazy.
Insane? Objection.
What's wrong? What was he wearing? An old jacket.
Looked like it had never been washed.
Taylor was terrified of her most recent stalker.
Even the bodyguards were worried about him.
I saw him, and I just thought, this is the guy.
Now, Mr.
Harper told us that he handed you a manila envelope containing letters tahat Taylor wrote him after she left Fernwood.
That's a lie.
Oh, really? Imagine the irony, then, that a paparazzo has provided us with photographs of just such an event taking place.
Objection.
Foundation.
If we could just dim the lights in the courtroom, Your Honor, I'd he happy to provide the defense with all the foundation it could ever wish for.
Bailiff.
Miss Mays perjury is an extremely serious crime, as is accessory to murder.
I would ask the court to direct this witness to produce those letters in a timely fashion.
"I know you won't be able to forgive all my lies, "and I'm too ashamed to ask you to.
"I brought misery to everyone I've ever met.
"Know that I'll never forget you, Ronnie, "the one person who ever loved me for who I am.
Love, Taylor.
" And what did Marty Babish say when Taylor said she wanted to keep her baby and leave show business? He was furious.
Taylor had ended the affair six months ago, and now she wanted to fire him.
He said that she owed everything to him, that he discovered her in a shopping mall, and that if she left, that's where she'd end up.
Marty said that if she didn't do the movie then they would file a lawsuit and she'd have to declare bankruptcy.
And how did Taylor respond? She didn't care.
She was in love.
She just she just wanted a real life.
And then what? They had a horrible argument in the production office.
Marty pushed Taylor, and she fell.
It's It's what caused her miscarriage.
Where were you when your sister came home from the club and confronted your stepfather? I was in my room.
I heard them arguing, doors slamming, I heard Taylor's car start, Marty go after her, and then Marty came home, and he told me that there had been an accident, that if anyone ever found out he was involved, that, uh that we'd lose everything.
Taylor and I were scared to death of Marty.
He promised me that he could devote all this attention to my career now, that, that that I was more talented than Taylor anyway, that, that I could be an even bigger star.
No more questions.
I lived in such complete terror of Marty.
He told me it would all be okay And besides that there was nothing we could do to bring Taylor back.
How are you coping? Of course I'm worried about the perjury charges.
Yeah.
But I'm so thankful for all the calls and the letters of support.
I know Taylor would just want me to be strong and continue on with my career.
This is why you're going to medical school.
You have some good news on this subject.
Is it something you might want to share with our audience? Just that I'm, uh I'm talking to DreamWorks about taking over her part in the movie.
I'll be dedicating my performance to her memory.
You are an incredibly brave young woman.
Doesn't really bother you, does it? What? Growing up in L.
A the money, the craziness.
With you as my role model, how could I not stay grounded? I don't know where she gets the sarcasm from.
Hmm.
It's a mystery.
I mean, kids are exposed to this stuff no matter where they are.
Mmm.
Well as long as I don't have to worry about you.
Relax.
I'm smart enough to see through all the hype.
Good.
Although, you know, I did hear that they're holding tryouts for, um, America's Next Top Model at The Shrine.
Let me make this clear: the answer isn't just no, if there's a word beyond no, that's what it is.
- Okay, yeah I mean it's reality TV.
- Good.