01x02 - She's a Helper

[bunniefuu]

Narrator: Previously, on
"The Thing About Pam"...

This time chemo wasn't bad.

I feel kinda good.

So what happened to Betsy?

Some kind of accident
or something?

She's not accidentally dead.

She's not naturally dead.

Some lady on Sumac
got stabbed,

20, maybe 60 times.

Textbook spousal homicide.

He was kinda not nice
verbally to her.

Real aggressive.

Pam is a good person.

And I just don't care
for his type.

[sinister music]

Narrator: A grieving family
is a family in need,

and Pam is all helping hands.

[♪]

Who would think
such a nice lady

was there to help herself?

God, such a hassle.

All those people in your hair
on a day like this.

You need a pick-me-up.

Aunt Tammy,

I've been trying
to call my dad all day

and he's not answering.

Bet they took his phone.

Why... why would they
take his phone?

I'm gonna go find him.

Sweetie, sweetie.
Why don't you stay?

No. He's... he's all alone.

Two sugars, right?

I'll just have
a little cream. Thanks.

I wouldn't worry too much
about Russ.

You know, they always
look at the husband first.

Big surprise.

You're not surprised
they got Russ?

He could be scary.

Oh, I know.

One time he said,
"You women are such asses."

And I was like, "Excuse me,

"just trying to get directions
to the house.

No need for that."

One time he chased
my ex-boyfriend

out the house
with a baseball bat.

- No.
- Yeah.

Lord knows
Russ isn't perfect,

but don't go around saying
that the police have got him.

We just don't need the whole
town talking like he...

Like he...

Narrator:
Oh, there will be talk.

A whole lot of talk

from some more than others.

[sinister music]

*A THING ABOUT PAM
Season 01 Episode 02

Episode Title: " She's a Helper"
Aired on: March 15, 2022.

What does a lie
look like anyway?

Is it a line on a graph?

Did you k*ll Betsy Faria?

No.

Do you know
who k*lled Betsy Faria?

No.

Is today December 28th, 2011?

Yes.

I think we got what we need.

[unsettling music]

[♪]

[machinery beeping]
[exhales deeply]

[♪]

- I... I, uh...
- [chuckling]

I need to see my dad,
Russ Faria.

Um, he's gonna be back there
for a while.

I wouldn't bother waiting.

Hi,
I'm Russ Faria's daughter.

I'm looking for my dad and...

[indistinct chatter]

[unsettling music]

[♪]

Got the results
of your polygraph back.

Whoo.

You failed.

Epically. 100%.

I did?

You may as well confess,

make everything easier
on yourself.

I don't even know
why I'm here.

[chuckles] Well, I guess
this is gonna take a while.

[♪]

All right, Russ.

Let's go over this
one more time.

Narrator: Can a lie
be detected by a machine

or squeezed out
under pressure?

It's been 24 hours.
You have to let him go.

And get us something we can use
to bring him back for good.

Narrator: Can a lie sneak into
our lives like a Trojan horse

without us
even knowing it's there?

Or is a lie more like a virus

spread through the air
from one person to the next?

So I was at Betsy's mom's
and Russ wasn't around.

So they must still
be holding him.

You know what that means.

We're looking closely at him.

You really think he did it.

[♪]

The DA told my mom
everything points to Russ.

Mm-hmm.
How 'bout that 911 call?

Crying like a baby.

I mean,
I could act better than that

and I'm only
second semester theater.

[sighs]
Listen, Janet. I apologize.

We don't have enough
to charge him yet,

but the detectives are close.

You get him, Ms. Askey.

I'm not sure what you mean

you don't have enough
to charge him.

Uh...

I need probable cause
for the judge.

So like, a witness, evidence,
stuff like that?

Yeah, stuff like that.

Uh, listen, Janet,
you will be the first person

to find out
when we make the arrest.

And again, I am so sorry, okay?

Bye now.

Sorry, but she's wrong.

Why would the police lie?

He's out now though, right?

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

- Oh, I am...
- I mean...

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

You can't see Russ anymore.

That's not a good idea.

I can't see my dad?

And I'll never see
my mom again.

So what, you're just gonna
make me like... like an orphan?

Well, he's not your real dad.

[soft emotional music]

[♪]

He's the only dad
I ever knew.

Well, you got
your grandmother.

[♪]

She was tired.

You just let her leave.

She should have stayed with us.

I know sweetie.

I...
I didn't get my hug.

[♪]

Narrator: Can a lie
be folded into a hug...

[uneasy music]

[♪]

Even from the ones you trust?

[phone rings]

- Hello?
- Hey.

Um, a detective called

and he wants to come by
and talk to me.

- When?
- Couple days.

Could you make it any sooner?

Well, we have that
big mold inspection tomorrow.

We'll reschedule it, Mark.

Pretty sure the police
need our help.

[dramatic music]

[♪]

Narrator: Back in 2007,

Betsy's light shined on Pam.

They were friends,
good friends.

Pam even asked Betsy
to DJ her daughter's wedding.

Hey, Travis!

Travis!

Come "Hokey Pokey"
with your mom!

Boo!

["Hokey Pokey" playing]

Can we get
the bride up in here?

[cheers and applause]

- Yay!
- Yeah, Sarah!

Everybody, backside!

Narrator: Pam took pride in
making all the right moves.

A purposeful choreography
through life.

Look at that mama
of the bride!

Who knew she could
get down like this?

Well, Sarah didn't.

She didn't want me
to pay you, Bets.

She said we could
just use an iPod.

Mom!

Well, happy to give you
the friend rate.

No, no, no. You get full pay.

I was telling her,
Bets needs the work.

Pam, why don't you just
go ahead and give me the mic.

I'm so sorry, Betsy.

For what?

I'm paying
for this whole shebang.

[♪]

Hey, you know what?

I'm so happy to be here.

We're having a good time.

This... this gig's on me.

No. Really?
No charge?

- No charge.
- [gasps]

Congratulations, Sarah.

[♪]

Okay, everybody. Here we go.

Put your whole self in.

♪ Put your whole self in,
put your whole self out ♪

Narrator:
They say when someone

shows you who they are,

believe it.

But would Lincoln County
detectives see Pam

and believe her?

You boys want a cookie?

I'm baking up a storm
for the holidays.

- I don't mind if I do.
- Oh.

No need to take up
any of your time, Mrs. Hupp.

We only need to talk
to your husband.

Sure. No problem.

Okay, so, Mr. Hupp,
on the night of the 27th,

- you were at home?
- Yes.

Oh, you play ball?

AAA down in Florida.

Oh.

- Till he threw out his arm.
- Mm.

[crunching loudly]

Um...

hon, why don't you play that
voicemail Betsy left ya?

[phone beeps]

Happy Christmas, Mark.
Hope you're good.

Thanks for loaning me Pam.

So full of life.

That was 7:00? Mm.

- Yep, 7:04.
- Mm, mm.

So I take it
you knew Betsy then.

Through Pam.

Didn't know Russ though.

Who did, honestly?

I've been through how many
of their separations

and I'm still on the tip
of the iceberg over here.

And just some of the stuff
she'd say.

Did you guys
ever find that letter

that Betsy was writing?

- No.
- Oh.

Some of the officers
the other day

seemed really interested.

Kept asking me.

Um, it was just some letter
or something

that Bets was gonna email
to tell me about

something Russ did to her.

I don't know if she deleted it
or whatever.

Why would she email it to you

versus talking to you about it?

Uh, I mean,

Betsy emailed all the time.

You know, she emailed people.

She'd email about this and that
and just general stuff.

You know, she loved email.

Knowing Bets, uh, she probably
got charged to text,

so that's why email.

Save the money.

- Got it.
- [chuckles]

Do you know what was
in this email?

Russ started
playing this game

of putting a pillow
over her face.

And he'd say this is
what it's gonna feel like

when you die or whatever. Um,

I didn't really know the guy,

but just from what Bets said,

he seemed sorta...

- a*usive?
- Real a*usive.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

And I was like,
well, email it to me.

But I never got it.

And would you be willing
to testify to all this?

If you think it'd be helpful.

[sighs]

[unsettling music]

[♪]

[sniffs]

[♪]

Tina, call the judge!

We have our probable cause.

So you given
any more thought

to your cousin's offer?

Joel, that's the lawyer,

he said that
you would be the one

to have to contact him first.

I don't know.

Feels like
getting a lawyer means

that I'm somebody
who needs a lawyer, you know?

- I just...
- I just want to get past this.

Mom, come on.
You can do that later.

Otherwise, it'll stick.

Are you gonna do these dishes?

Sorry, what?
Didn't get that.

[chuckles]

- [door slams open]
- Sheriff's Department!

[screams]

[breathing heavily]

[door slams open]

Russell Faria,
you're under arrest

for the m*rder of Betsy Faria.

- It's okay.
- No!

Ah...
[handcuffs clicking]

- Get up.
- [grunts]

[silverware clattering]

Russ, it's okay!

[sinister music]

[♪]

[siren wailing]

[♪]

I want a lawyer.

[♪]

Narrator:
He rolled in from the city,

a busy man from
a high-rise firm in St. Louis.

Russ' new lawyer,
Joel Schwartz

was about to encounter...

Well, he had no idea.

Green Gables?

It's not even green.

Wait, it's not?
I Yelped and...

And this definitely looked
like the best hotel in town.

Um, but there is a...
A Holiday Inn down the 47.

- Do you want me to check that?
- What color are their gables?

I can check.

- [chuckles]
- Oh, you're kidding.

- Yeah, I'm kidding.
- Oh, right.

It's our first day
working together.

You get a pass.

Hey, I just got
a probable cause statement

from the Lincoln County
Sheriff's office.

Looks like an eight-year-old
wrote it.

There's gotta be a more
substantial report coming.

Should we wait before
we sit down with Russell then?

No. No.
We've got a guy with a temper,

volatile relationship,

marriage breaking up,
getting back together.

And strangers don't stab
their victims 50 plus times.

So, uh, I take it
you've represented

a lot of guys
like Russ then before.

Oh, yeah.

- Oh, yeah, it's kinda my jam.
- Yeah, mine too.

Um, you know, I think so.

Because this is
my first m*rder trial.

In my experience,
the stats aren't wrong.

We got the husband
of the victim here.

- Right.
- Right?

[♪]

[sighs]

[♪]

Hey, Pam, you heard?

Betsy Faria's husband
got arrested.

No way.

Mm-hmm. News just said so.

He goes to my sister's church.

Can you believe that?

I guess you never know
what's going on

inside other people's houses.

[♪]

[slurps]

We're here to see Russ Faria.

He's in holding.
You can wait over there.

Hey, excuse me.

You can't go in there.

Why are you talking
to my client

after he asked for a lawyer?

Huh?

That's him.
That's Joel Schwartz.

I like his style.

He looks like Tom Hanks
from "Splash."

How much do you think
that haircut cost?

He already put in
a request for evidence.

He's good.

We don't let guys like that
d*ck us around, Tina.

Thanks for coming.

Yeah, well, we're here
to help you, Russ.

First off, is it true
that you talked to the police

for 24 hours straight?

Yeah.

How much did you tell them?

All of it.

All of what?

The truth.

Am I really going to have
to go in front of a jury

because you two
can't get a confession

out of this maniac?

The guy's a good liar.

He's sticking to his Arby's
and game night.

I wish to God
I hadn't gone to game night,

but that's where I was,

so how can everybody
think I did this?

It doesn't matter
what everyone thinks.

It matters what
the prosecution can prove.

Wait.

Do you think I k*lled Betsy?

I don't know
what I think yet, Russ.

Okay.

But... don't you
have to believe me?

Isn't that, like, part of this?

I'm bumping on
the same thing you are.

I'm not even sure
why we're sitting here

if your alibi checks out.

Talk to my friends then.

That alibi's still
tough to get around.

We could widen the net,
look at a few more suspects.

You're the detective,

but just because
a pocket square

rolls in from the city
doesn't mean that we're wrong.

So what do we have?

There must've been a cleanup.

There wasn't blood
on Russ' clothing?

Not a drop.

Do we have
the luminol photos back?

Those would show
if there was blood cleaned up.

Camera malfunctioned.

Photos showed nothing.

Totally blank.

Should we take a look
just to be sure?

If he says they're blank,
they're blank.

What's the point?

Get over here, McCarrick!

This guy stabbed
his wife 57 times

and he didn't do it stark naked

spraying Lysol out of his a*s,

so he must've missed a spot.

If you were at game night,

then who took Betsy home?

Her friend, Pam.

Pam.

Why don't you
tell me about Pam?

She's...

I don't know.

Nice lady.

"Nice lady."

Okay, and what about
your stepdaughter, Lily?

She got an ex-boyfriend?

Oh, he's a huge tool,

but I don't think
he could've done this.

Well, we should
still check him out

just to dot the Ts
and cross the...

Okay, Russ.

Well, that should be
enough for us to start.

Whoa.
What happens now?

Well, you'll be held
until trial.

You mean in jail?

[soft music]

[♪]

Nate and I are gonna
sort this out, okay?

In the meantime, you do not
talk to the police without me,

you understand?

[♪]

Why would he ask us

to interview
five independent witnesses?

That's just gonna
make him look bad.

[sighs]

I'm sorry.

I'm still trying to pick up
on your social cues.

What's the sign?

I've represented
a lot of guilty people,

but it's the innocent ones
that keep me up at night.

Wait, you think
that he didn't do this?

[♪]

I guess
the pressure's on now.

[♪]

If the clothes he was wearing
don't have blood on them,

then he must've changed,
washed up.

Was there blood
in the bathroom?

Did you take apart the shower?

Morning, Leah.

You guys are just sitting
around sucking on your thumbs

and you have no confession,
which means you've just laid

ten times
the amount of work at my feet.

You were just elected DA,
what, a month ago?

It shows.

I thought you were excited
about the big case.

Well, not if I'm gonna lose.

I have to show people
why they elected me.

Maybe someone could do
a test drive from Arby's.

I saw the receipt.
It's timestamped.

Thank you, Tina,
who is not a detective.

How could we ever show
that it was possible

for Russ to get home from
Arby's in time to k*ll Betsy?

He must've gone
over the speed limit.

I'll take care of it.

Now, you two, please
take apart the house

and find me the blood.

[upbeat rock music]

11:41 a.m.

Detective Brian McCarrick here.

Leaving Arby's
en route to 130 Sumac Drive.

[tires squealing]

[♪]

[tires squealing]

Boom!

Plenty of time to k*ll you.

[chuckles]
Yah!

[♪]

What the friggin' hell?

[sniffs]
Ugh!

The entire floor
stinks like that?

- Mold. It's bad.
- Ugh.

We might have to dip into
the Florida money.

It's gone.

All of it?

How'd you think
I paid for that flip house

when we're behind the mortgage
here?

- - Well, I...
- I don't know.

Maybe your disability money.

I told you about that
stupid letter I got, Mark.

They said I don't
qualify anymore.

But your bad leg.

Tell it to the man.

[unsettling music]

[garbage disposal rumbling]

I'll get us the money.

[♪]

Hey.

I just got back from seeing
all those gamer guys.

Super sweet group of dudes.

I've got five people

who said that
Russ left at 9:00.

Well, you can't be
at game night and the Arby's

at the same time
you're k*lling your wife.

So I was looking
at these autopsy...

Do you mind if I show this to
you while you're eating lunch?

- No.
- Okay.

It looks like there is a bruise

- on Betsy's neck here.
- Mm.

And then it looks like
the knife

was stuck into that same spot

after she was dead.

Maybe the bruise means
she was strangled first?

And then put the knife there
to cover up the fingerprints.

Yeah, it's weird.

She has so many stab wounds
on her back, Joel,

but there's no blood
on the carpet.

And they're all the same size,

same depth,
all made post-mortem.

Methodical, not passionate,

but trying to make it
look like that.

Is that the number one
criminal defense attorney

in all of St. Louis?

[chuckles]
Number two, actually.

- That's right. Number two.
- Yeah.

And you must be,

let me guess,
our district attorney.

You can call me Leah.

- Leah. Oh, Leah...
- Yes.

We still haven't received
our luminol photos

from the crime scene.

Photos didn't come out.
There was a camera malfunction.

- Oh, well, that's too bad.
- Yeah.

We're still gonna need
to see those.

And the polygraph
results too.

Photos and polygraph
coming right up.

Okay.

Hey, Danny, this one's on me.

They're guests in our town.

Night, boys.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Uh...
- Oh, boy.

Okay, okay. What's next?

- Let's go to motive to k*ll.
- All right.

So based on
the detectives' interviews,

it seems like
they're gonna go with the fact

that Russ was this rage monster
who snapped...

Askey will go with
that, sure, but if she's smart,

she'll pile on
a bunch of other reasons.

Or it could be insurance.

Do you want me to check to see
if Betsy had a policy?

She was terminally ill.

I mean, if he was gonna
k*ll her for the money,

why wouldn't he just wait
a couple of months?

What about SODDIs?
"Some other dude did it."

- Oh.
- Yeah.

[chuckles]

I just went through 500 pages

of the daughter's boyfriend's
text messages.

- And?
- I wouldn't date the guy,

but he didn't k*ll Betsy.

What about that Pam lady?

I mean, she was the last one
to see Betsy alive.

We definitely need
to see her cell records.

I have tried.

But the DA doesn't seem
to think that we need them.

Yeah, well, that's because
Pam doesn't fit into

what Askey wants to see.

- That's a good point.
- Right?

[dramatic music]

[♪]

[sighs]

[♪]

I have to go home
and tuck in the kids

or Chris will get his panties
in a twist.

Yeah, we wouldn't want that,
would we?

Mm-mm.

Well, let's see.

There's the bloody smear
on the light switch.

- Test that against Russ.
- Okay.

And then there's
the bloody slippers.

That is a wrinkle.

Why would he put his slippers
back in the closet

after he k*lled her?

And weird that there's blood
on the slippers,

but not on his clothes.

Maybe he did k*ll her naked.

So test that against Russ.
Anyone else?

Why?

It's my first
major m*rder case.

I...
[inhales deeply]

It's a lot.

- All right.
- [clears throat]

Well, if you're leaving,

you should probably
take a look at that first.

[dramatic music]

[♪]

Narrator: Pam was always
working on something

as she worked her way
to the top.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Yeah, that's me.

Yeah, I could do that.

See you then.

Mm-hmm.

The DA wants to talk to me.

Again?

No, Travis, try and keep up.

That was the cops
I talked to last time.

[grunts]

This is the DA.

Narrator: Just now,
she had a story to tell

and just the right person
to tell it to.

[indistinct chatter]

Joel.

I like your pocket square.

There's not many men
that can pull off

a pink pocket square.

We're here
for Pam Hupp's cell data.

Yeah.

You can go ahead
and analyze the phone anytime.

No, not the phone itself.

The raw data is converted
into a readable map

- for both sides.
- Okay.

Go for it.

The state's analysis center

is the one that makes the map.

And you and I both know

that we don't have access
to those services.

Only you can make that request
to the Sheriff's office.

So how do you suggest

we convert raw cell data
on our own?

I don't know, Joel.

Google it?

- Nah.
- No.

No, you'll send me
the cell map

- and the luminol photos.
- Which I have been requesting.

And the physical evidence and
everything else that you have

because that is how this works.

Right, you old pro.

I'm gonna have Tina
put together a disc for you.

A really nice disc.

Look forward to that.

That was easy.

Thanks for coming
all the way down!

What a baby.

[soft emotional music]

[♪]

Mom would have hated this.

They really tore
the place apart.

[♪]

- Um, I'm...
- I'm just gonna get my new kitten

and then we can
just get out of here.

[♪]

How can you even look at him?

Just because
you don't like him...

He called me the C-word.

'Cause you stole money
from Grandma.

Shut up.

- Whatever. Let's just go.
- Come on.

Mom always left those on.

[♪]

Wait.

It looks like Pam
took two showers.

One the night Betsy died,

and one the next morning.

What the hell?

This latest cell phone info
from the prosecution,

it's useless.

This is thousands of pages,

thousands of pages of garbage.

Nothing in this case is easy.

Narrator: Here they were,
together at last.

- [slurping]
- Narrator: Pam and Leah Askey,

just two public servants

working for the common good.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sorry I am
such a sweaty Betty.

I came straight from Zumba.

You do Zumba?
I do Zumba.

- Tuesday, Thursday.
- I'm Wednesday, Friday.

[chuckles]

It is so nice
to officially meet you.

- Mm-hmm.
- Have a seat.

You have been through so much.

Joel, look at this.

That's to do
with the life insurance.

Oh, Russ,

he was just getting
really creepy, you know?

And... and he was making
her really nervous...

Mm-hmm.

- With the pillow.
- Mm-hmm.

And, you know,
she'd turn around

and he'd just be,
like, staring at her.

Stuff like that.

And four days
before he k*lled her...

Betsy changed the beneficiary
from Russ to Pam.

We got Pam's motive to k*ll.

SODDI.

This change of beneficiary
thing is really

- gonna help our case.
- Oh, my God.

You think Russ found out
about it

and that's what made him snap.

Yep.

Betsy took him off the policy

and he k*lled her
in a fit of rage.

- Well, that makes total sense.
- Unfortunately,

Betsy's like a lot of
abused women I've seen,

just trapped in a bad marriage,

trying to make it okay
for the kids.

Right. That was the idea.

And everyone knows that

Russ is kinda rough
around the edges.

Well, I'm gonna make him pay
for what he's done.

But I need someone
who really knows

Betsy and Russ' relationship.

To testify, you mean.

Yeah.

Well, I know everything
about it

'cause Betsy told me.

That's great.

Thank you
for agreeing to testify.

Narrator: Sometimes,
it's best to let the fish

think it's catching you.

I was just trying
to help her out.

So when Bets says she wanted
to put my name on policy,

I said,
"Whatever you think is best."

She was like, "Well,
anything's better than Russ."

Narrator: Sometimes you cast
so many lines

into that little pond,

it makes a web.

[sighs]

He's not good with money.

Mm. Mm.

I guess Betsy was just like

a lot of women out there,
you know?

Just a bad marriage,

trying to take care
of the kids.

Mm.

Now that's all on me.

Well, I can sort that out
for you.

Oh, no.

- Or... or Tammy can.
- No, I got it.

I can take care of those girls.

Set up a trust for 'em
and everything.

I have been

thanking God for you
every night, Pam.

Don't thank Him for me yet.

I still gotta testify
against Russ.

Well,

Janet was practically
begging me to handle the money.

You know what I had
to do to get it.

Hell and back.

State Acres has this
new phone tree thing.

When you call,
it takes forever.

Finally got an old contact
of mine from HQ, Dusty.

Seems like Dusty's got
bumped up through the ranks.

Totally remembered me too.

"Oh, Pam, how you doing?
How's Mark?"

- That's good.
- Yeah, so, you know.

I said, "Good. Betsy's dead.
Can I get that money?"

And he pulled the trigger
for me right then.

So you're good?

Yeah.

Don't stress about the house.

Get a whole team out there
to k*ll that mold.

I'll bet you'll get
that facelift

you've been wanting.

Mom, I don't know
what you're even talking about.

Well, your face does.

[unsettling music]

[♪]

[chuckles]

Oops.

[laughs]

[soft guitar strumming]

So, um, I was able to run
Pam's record one more time.

Came back clean.

♪ We got a spotless queen

It does sound like
she likes to bring on

a lot of lawsuits.

Her neighbors said
Pam talked about suing

the hospital
where her son was born

for giving him cerebral palsy.

Guess that didn't work out.

♪ Hoped to sue for palsy

Then she claimed that
a filing cabinet

fell on her head at work.

♪ Well,
that's pretty ballsy ♪

[chuckles]

♪ Hupp, Hupp, Hupp it up

♪ Hupp, Hupp
Hey, will you check this out?

[whistling]

[unsettling music]

Is that Leah Askey?

That is Chris Mennemeyer,

who, by the way,
gave out homemade cookies

when she ran
for the judge's seat.

So the judge and Leah Askey
went to high school together?

Should we be worried?

So we had this...

Narrator:
There are a lot of things

you could say about Pam Hupp.

A... a ten-year plan.

Narrator: One is that
she is cooperative.

Well, the ten-year
turned to 12,

'cause 2008, the bottom
falls out, hits really hard,

so we flip houses on the side
and got plenty of money.

- Okay. It's...
- And a couple of months ago

um, I had to put my mom
in a home and it's pricey.

You know, my mom's got Alzheimer

- and dementia and all of that.
- Sure.

That's why
the insurance money

is just sitting there.
I'm too busy.

Of course, I want to set up
that trust though.

Right, right, right, right.
So thanks for coming in

to talk about
the insurance payout.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, the 150,000,

that's in a separate account
than your own.

Uh, it's just sitting
in my checking account.

Okay.

We can go to the computer
and pull it up right now.

No, no, no, no. I...

No, no, I'm just saying,

to me, in my world,
150K is not that much.

And if I really,
I mean, I hate to say it,

but if I wanted the money,

my mom is worth half a million
that I get when she dies.

So... and I know that
that sounds...

That sounds morbid
and stuff like that...

So... but you intend
to set up...

I'm her life insurance person.

I know. I know.

But you do intend on

setting up the trust
for Betsy's girls.

Absolutely. Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Just as soon
as we flip this house.

'Cause, you know,
money's tied up

and I still have physical
problems I see doctors for.

It would be good
for you, Pam,

and it'll help
our case against Russ

if that money's no longer
in your possession.

How does it help me exactly?

Well, you know, Schwartz,

he might say you had
something to do with the m*rder

'cause of a... because
of a financial windfall.

[scoffs]

[sighs]

Here I am trying to help
Betsy's family

on top of my own, and...

What are the possibilities?
I'm sorry for interrupting,

but what are the possibilities
you get this trust set up

for the girls before the trial?

A hundred.

100% it will be set up.

And you'll call me
when you do it?

Yeah, I will.

Narrator: That's Pam, working
toward a common goal...

I will.

Narrator: Even if
it'll come back to haunt

the Lincoln County
Sheriff's office.

[♪]

Did Arby's today.

Turns out the timestamp
on the receipt

is when the order was placed,
not received.

Well, there you go.

That adds at least
five minutes to Russ' drive.

There's no way
he could've gotten home

in time to k*ll Betsy.

Yeah, and I still don't see
any luminol photos

in this latest bundle
from Askey.

So they found Russ'
bloody slippers in the closet,

but no luminol photos to show

that any bloody footprints
were cleaned up.

Nope.

I've been thinking a lot
about these m*rder slippers.

How they look like
they were dipped in blood.

There's also blood
on Betsy's socks.

Like, why is there blood
on Betsy's socks

if all of the blood loss
is around her neck and arms?

And the socks
are only on halfway,

like someone put them
back on her in a hurry.

They used the sock gloves

to transport
the m*rder slippers?

Yes?

Right? I play it out.

They take the slippers,
they dip 'em in blood.

They get blood on the socks.

They're in a rush.

They hit the bedroom
light switch,

which is why it looks
like a bloody smear...

And not a fingerprint.

No fingerprints,
no evidence of a cleanup.

But even if Askey says
those luminol photos

didn't turn out,
we still need 'em.

No, I'll stay on her.

And we still need
polygraph results too,

if those even exist.

They said...
You can't fail

a polygraph 100%, right?

It's not a thing.

Well, they can't use it
in court anyway.

And don't forget about
the dozen phone calls

from Pam to Betsy,

but we don't have any records
from Pam's phone, so...

Even without all of that,

we can still prove
he got home too late.

Got his alibi.

We got a SODDI.

[line ringing]

Hey, Russ. How you doing?

Not great.

I haven't heard from my girls.

I mean, radio silence.

It's not like Mariah.

I just...

I want to make things better,
I guess.

Yeah, well, the trial's
right around the corner

and I'm going to make sure
they see the Pam of it. Okay.

And you are gonna
get your girls back

because we got one thing
on our side that they don't,

and it's a luxury that
I'm used to working without.

What's that?

The truth.

Narrator: Ah, truth.
A powerful thing.

[upbeat jazzy music]

But can it prevail in
a tight-knit town like Troy?

Schwartz might want to keep
wife K*llers on the streets,

but by the grace of God,

I am putting this one away.
Whoo!

Cheers to you!

[♪]

Yes. Yes!

Whoo-hoo!

[♪]

Hey, let's get this hero
another shot!

[♪]

Um, sir?

Another Shirley Temple, sir.

Sir? Hello?

[♪]

Narrator:
A tight-knit town indeed.

[♪]

[sinister music]

[♪]