It is Friday, December 8...
and you're tuned in to WXOP, Baltimore's news radio...
serving all of Maryland...
and the greater Chesapeake region, 24-7.
We've got your Friday morning trouble spots:
a two-car pileup with a fatality, on the 97 at...
[ Buzzer]
It's time.
John!
Press got word you're taking him...
out the Groves Street exit.
It looks like Woodstock out there.
I suggest you postpone the transfer.
We can get him out later once the crowd disperses.
Transfer me where?
No, they'll camp out for days.
We're going ahead with it.
John.
John, what is going on?
Mr. Wells! Mr. Wells!
Why did you do it?
All right, back up!
Give him some room.
Come on, clear out.
Back up.
Al.
Down!
Weapon!
[ Yelling ]
[ Voice Echoing ] Somebody call a medic!
[ Heartbeat ]
[ Heartbeat Slowing ]
[ Heartbeat Stops ]
[ Buzzer]
John...
Do you recognize this, Mr. Wells?
Have you seen it before?
Um... yes. Who are you?
Don't even...
- Martin. - John, what am I doing here?
I'm in this cell, I don't know where I am...
or how I even got here...
and everyone's acting like...
Swear to God, on top of everything else, do not play this with me.
I will not be party...
to some half-assed, 11 th-hour insanity defense.
What? John...
It's time to start telling me the truth!
This key card, Mr. Wells...
You do recognize it.
Is that correct?
Yes, it's the swipe card...
that they use at the apartment building.
For all I know, it's mine.
It is yours.
It was found in the dumpster behind the Strand Hotel.
You tossed it there, didn't you?
You had just enough time...
to drive to Baltimore and commit the murder.
Wait. Murder? What murder?
Then drive back to D.C.
toss the key card.
That way, you could claim it was stolen.
Make it look like you spent your whole night...
watching pay-per-view in your hotel room.
Right?
Please...
What murder? What is he talking about?
Well, maybe this will jog your memory, buddy.
Vickie.
My wife.
This isn't happening.
This is not happening.
Court van is waiting.
All right... dignity.
That is your strong suit.
Play it.
Don't lower your eyes.
It makes you look guilty.
Now, we drew Judge Kinberg.
What's your relationship with him?
Benjamin?
First-name basis. Excellent.
[ Bailiff] All rise.
I would remind the members of the gallery...
to turn off all cellular phones and paging devices.
Al?
What?
He shot me.
Who?
Your father-in-law?
What are you talking about?
Circuit Court, Department 6-B is now in session...
the Honorable Benjamin Kinberg presiding.
Thursday, the seventh day of December.
Thursday?
It's not Thursday.
Shh!
It's Saturday.
Yesterday was Friday and...
Today is Thursday.
There's no court on Saturday.
You know that.
Martin, do you feel all right?
[Judge Pounds Gavel ]
Case Number 8ABX03: District v. Martin Wells.
Charge of first-degree murder.
The defense has requested a hearing on bail?
Yes, Your Honor, we have.
As I'm sure you'd agree, Mr. Wells' status...
as a prosecutor makes him a target.
The court puts his life in danger...
by keeping him in custody.
Your Honor, I have the assurances...
of the Baltimore Department of Corrections...
that Mr. Wells' safety while in custody is not a concern.
Furthermore, as Your Honor will certainly agree...
Mr. Wells is an upstanding...
citizen and a respected member of the Maryland Bar...
held in high esteem by all his peers.
Your Honor, with cold calculation, Martin Wells...
brutally stabbed his wife in their own home.
He poses a threat to the public and should be denied bail.
He doesn't pose a threat to anyone, Your Honor...
and he has two small children...
who need him at home.
Why?
Because their mom's not around.
Ms. Carter.
Martin, I can't tell you how sorry I am...
to see you on that side of the aisle.
I hope you'll forgive me when I do exactly what you...
as a prosecutor, would demand.
Bail is denied.
I will, however...
order Mr. Wells transferred to a more secure...
facility in the interest of his safety.
Transferred?
No, Ben.
You can't do that.
I can't be transferred.
He'll kill me.
Tomorrow morning—
if today is really Thursday—
then tomorrow is Friday...
and that's when he's going to do it.
He's going to shoot me as I'm being transferred.
Bailiff.
You don't understand!
It'll happen!
Judge, listen to me!
Ben, it'll happen!
He's going to kill me! Ben!
Mr. Wells...
we understand that you had an interesting morning in court.
What is it that you'd like to speak with us about?
You'reJohn's partner?
For God sakes, Martin.
Agent Scully. You know that.
You met her yesterday.
Yesterday?
Yeah. Yesterday.
Wednesday.
Wednesday?
Are you saying that you don't remember?
What is the last thing that you do remember?
Being shot by my father-in-law.
You're wasting our time.
Listen.
I don't know what I experienced.
But what if it was a premonition?
A glimpse of the future.
I mean, you do hear about these kind of things.
Yes... you do.
Mr. Wells, this shooting aside...
is there anything else that you remember before that?
Um... I was in D.C...
uh... for a sentencing hearing.
I was staying at the Strand Hotel like you said.
That was three days ago, Mr. Wells.
Are you telling us that...
you don't remember anything else?
Not the murder of your wife?
No.
Out of the blue.
Charged with murder.
You wake up one morning...
and you can't remember a damn thing.
Martin, you haven't offered us...
one scrap of evidence to support your story.
Now, as your friend, I'm going to listen...
to anything you have to say, but I will not be lied to.
I'm not lying to you.
You're talking to me about key cards.
I'm sitting in a jail cell.
I don't understand any of this.
But I did not...
kill Vickie.
If you truly don't remember...
then how can you be certain that you didn't?
Courtney! Haley!
Hey, guys!
Oh!
It's so good to see you.
Wh...? Come on! Come on, give Daddy a big hug.
Hug your father, ninas.
Mmm...
How are they holding up?
Good. Good, Mr. Wells.
They want to know when you're coming home.
Oh. See, um...
Daddy has some things that he has to do—
very, very important things.
That's why I have to be here...
right now, but then, guess what?
I'll be coming home.
Grandpa says they won't let you come home.
Oh...
[ Gasps ]
Trina, I need you to get me something out of the apartment—
something from the girls' room.
Thank you.
Why didn't you mention this to me before the bail hearing?
I hadn't even met you before the bail hearing.
Nanny-cam.
Oh, Martin, I wish you'd talked to me about this before.
I really don't know if this is a great idea.
This tape may have the murderer on it.
Whatever happens to be on that tape...
you know that I am an officer of the court.
I have to share this with the prosecution.
You think I'm guilty?
Let's... let's clear this up right now.
Here.
My apartment.
That... that's the girls' room...
and this must be the police investigation.
What time did the murder occur?
The official report has the police arriving...
at your apartment at 6:20 a.m. Monday morning.
Your key card was used at 4:17.
Which means the killer is somewhere in-between.
Wait. There's your wife.
Um... we must have missed something.
Right there.
Martin, that's you.
[ Door Buzzes ]
I'm not going.
How's that?
I told you. This is the day.
If I go, I'll get shot.
You cannot transfer me.
I don't plan to.
Your lawyers want to see you.
[ Whispers ]
There's my favorite client.
Martin, you holding up all right?
Brent, uh... I've been better.
We're going to beat this thing. Guaranteed.
Martin, I have here one of the finest...
criminal defense specialists in the country.
I want you to meet...
We met. I've been thinking all night about the tape...
and I don't see you having to turn it over to the prosecution.
I'm sorry?
I obviously showed you that tape in a good faith effort...
to clear my name, not as an admission of guilt.
Um...
Mr. Wells, I'm Janet Wilson.
I don't think we've met.
Martin, what is all this about a videotape?
The... nanny-cam tape.
That's why you're here, right?
I'm here to introduce you to your new attorney.
We met yesterday at the bail hearing. Don't you remember?
Martin, the bail hearing is set for tomorrow.
[ Martin ] What day is this?
What... day of the week... is this?
Wednesday. Wednesday the sixth.
Yesterday you told me it was Thursday.
The day before that it was Friday.
It's backwards.
Everything's going backwards.
Martin, I think we should have you speak to someone.
You're under a hell of a lot of stress.
Being locked up in this cesspool really doesn't help.
We can have you out of here by tomorrow afternoon.
The prosecution's case is weak to say the least.
They have no physical evidence tying you to the crime scene.
Plus, they don't have the key card...
that was used to access your apartment building.
[ Exhales Sharply ]
The key card.
Without it, they've got nothing.
[ Man ] Oh, yeah.
[ Laughs ]
Somebody likes you, my brother.
[ Chuckles ]
Come on, man.
I'm just messing with you.
What, you ain't got no sense of humor, counselor?
Do I know you?
No, you don't know me.
Damn sure put me in here, though.
Possession with intent.
And concealed weapon.
Mm-hmm.
That concealed weapon was a pipe wrench.
I was on my way to my baby's mama's house...
to unstick the Pepsi caps from out her garbage disposer...
but I told you all that!
"Concealed weapon" added six months to my sentence, man.
You remember my name?
No, I don't remember your name.
All I needed to know about you was that you broke the law.
I broke the law.
Well, then, I guess that makes you "Wife Killer, Esq."
[ Laughs ]
Yo! Pick 'em up...
you stumbling bitch.
[ Prisoner] Come on.
[ Screams ]
[ Basketball Bouncing ]
[ Moaning ]
[ Buzzer Sounds ]
[ Door Opens ]
[ Buzzer Sounds ]
[ Door Closes ]
Aw, geez, Martin.
Your face.
It's all right.
Appreciate your coming to see me.
Agent Scully, I especially wanted to talk to you.
It's nice to meet you.
I'm sorry it's not under better circumstances.
This is the day we meet.
Something is happening to me...
something I need to try to explain to you both.
I'm moving backward in time.
Every morning I wake up, it's the day before.
For me, yesterday was Thursday...
the day before that was Friday, only it's all new to me.
Every single morning I wake up, I can only remember...
what's happened the following day.
Agent Scully, would you mind taking a closer look...
at his injuries, maybe check his scalp?
I know this all sounds crazy.
But I'm telling you the truth.
This cut, for instance.
It was on my cheek when I woke up yesterday.
I woke up this morning, it wasn't there.
But then this afternoon...
I got cut.
I killed a spider in my cell yesterday.
First thing this morning, I woke up, it's back again.
Because it happened the day before.
I haven't actually killed it yet.
Mr. Wells, are you saying that...
you don't remember the day that your wife was murdered?
I'm talking about two days ago, Monday.
No, I don't... remember it...
because for me, it hasn't happened yet.
You do realize that, uh...
you're not going to be able to prove this, right?
I mean, if, uh...
if tomorrow is really the day before today...
then we won't have had this conversation.
Oh, for crying out loud.
It means you're going to have to tell us all over again.
Yeah, well, uh...
make sure I skip that freaking meeting.
Mr. Wells, let's say that all this is true.
Why do you think it's happening?
I don't know.
There has to be a reason.
What reason?
Something...
I'm meant to understand?
Although I don't know what it could be.
Maybe you already have the answer within you.
[ Buzzer Sounds ]
[ Door Closes ]
I'd really prefer to stay while you do this.
Martin.
I can take you through the chain of evidence.
I think I've done this before, thank you, Ms. Wilson.
Mmm-hmm, looking for some loopholes, huh?
Yeah, man, get yourself out of here.
They just praying that you find that one little technicality...
so they can let you go.
I'm not looking for technicalities.
Well, what are you looking for, brother?
The truth.
The truth?
[ Laughs ]
You better stick to the technicalities!
The truth is going to keep you in here...
and make you somebody's bitch...
that's what the truth's going to do.
So put on that engineering hat, CaseyJones...
because you've got a whole lot of trains to be pulling...
[ Laughs ]
[ Imitates Train Whistle ]
[ Imitates Train Chugging ]
The truth!
[ Sobs ]
[ Cries ]
I know who did it.
[ Reporter] ... claims he arrived home from a business trip...
to discover the body of his wife in their living room.
Apparently, Wells is now in seclusion...
at the home of a friend.
Baltimore Police are giving no indication...
whether he is a suspect in the murder...
or if there are indeed any suspects at this time.
However, Channel 9 News has learned police are focusing...
their investigation on the whereabouts...
of an electronic key card, much like this one.
The card in question belongs to Martin Wells.
It was used by the killer to enter the Calvert House...
apartment building through the garage entrance.
Wells claims no knowledge of the whereabouts of his key card...
Not something you want to wake up to.
- ... and suggests it may have been stolen. - [ Clicks ]
How you feeling?
Disconnected from reality...
but I guess I'd better get used to it.
Oh, um... thank you.
I assume you... let me spend the night here, right?
Thank you.
Like I said, no problem.
So that makes today— Tuesday...
the day after the murder.
John...
I know who did it now.
You know who killed Vickie?
Mmm. Latino, maybe 40, five-ten, 185 pounds.
He's got a tattoo of a spiderweb on his left hand.
Martin, last night you told me you had no idea who did this.
Yeah, now I do.
Well, trust me. I mean, I-I don't know his name...
but you can find him in the Baltimore City lockup.
Call them. They can I.D. him based on what I just told you.
[ Remote Control Clicks ]
[ Al ] I just want to say...
my daughter was an exceptional person...
[ Sighs ]
one who was loved by everyone who knew her.
[ Reporter] Sir, have the police identified any suspects...
in your daughter's death?
They're not telling us much.
What about rumors that your son-in-law is the prime suspect?
What are your thoughts on that?
Reporting from the Calvert House Apartments...
this is Brian Blakley.
Back to you in the studio.
No prisoner fitting that description...
has been processed in the past 36 hours.
He's in there.
He's got to be there.
Sorry, Martin, he's not.
It must be too soon.
He must not get arrested until later today— Tuesday.
That's how he could have been with me in lockup on Wednesday.
Martin, you have seriously lost me.
If you're trying to admit something to me or to yourself...
I want you to just come out with it.
There's a reason all this is happening.
Maybe I already have the answer.
Well, how's that?
There's something in my apartment that you need to see, John.
Where is it?
Uh, the girls' bedroom, right there.
[ Glass Shattering ]
[ Screams ]
Martin? Is this it?
My daughters were at their grandparents'... thank God.
Their bedroom door was open...
with a clear view of the front hallway.
The nanny-cam is motion-activated...
so it should have caught anyone coming in or out of the house.
[ Tape Rewinds ]
There I am.
Nobody else on the tape between my wife and the police.
I don't understand it.
I'd say this makes you look more innocent than guilty.
Look, there— in the mirror...
the sun.
Your wife comes home...
before the murderer enters the building at 4:17 a.m.
Her time of death is fixed shortly after that well before sunrise.
You came home later, when the sun was already up.
The killer turned off the tape.
The only question is how?
There's a remote control for the nanny-cam.
It's in a drawer by the front door...
but nobody else knew about it except for...
Vickie...
and me.
Are you sure about that?
[ Knocks On Door]
FBI!
I saw your curtains move.
I know you're in there.
[ Door Unlatches ]
M-Mr. Wells, I...
Trina, you knew about the nanny-cam, didn't you?
You told the killer about it.
You must have given him my key card, too.
Mr. Wells, I-I-I wasn't even there that night.
First thing you're supposed to say is: "What nanny-cam?"
Is this your guy?
[ Trina Crying ]
I'm so sorry, Mr. Wells.
He said he'd hurt my family.
He made me give him your key card.
[ Trina Sobbing ]
[ Door Closes ]
His name is Caesar Okompo.
He's got a full sheet— assault and narcotics.
He knows the drill. He's a clam.
We'll have Trina's testimony against him.
Or maybe we won't.
He's got her so scared we can't count on her.
[ Phone Rings In Distance ]
John, let me go in and talk to him.
Please.
He says he only wants to talk to you.
[ Door Opens ]
Why?
You don't know?
You got my name, my record, and you can't figure it out?
Caesar Okompo— I don't know you.
I never prosecuted you.
Hector Okompo, my brother.
What was the charge?
Possession with intent.
$50 worth of rock.
It was his third strike, remember?
Yeah, I remember.
I did my job.
You sent him up for life!
I did my job!
I do it ten times a week every week of the year...
and for this, my wife was murdered?
You take away my dignity, my reputation, my life...
because your dirtbag brother is where he belongs?
Brady v. Maryland.
Hey, you know what I'm talking about.
Brady v. the State of Maryland.
Prosecution's got to turn over exonerating evidence.
You had the word of three people that wasn't Hector's rock.
It was in a jacket that wasn't even his...
left beside him in the club.
You knew that.
You knew that and you suppressed the evidence.
Are you trying to tell me that your brother is not a drug dealer?
My brother was a busboy when you sent him up.
He had two strikes on him. He wasn't dealing no more.
You sent him up for who he used to be...
and 'cause it was easy.
You broke the law.
I tell you what we'll do.
You're going to be convicted of my wife's murder one way or another.
Plead out now and I'll look into your brother's case.
Maybe I'll find a way to recommend a reduced sentence.
Time served.
You want justice? So do I.
My brother is dead.
Hung himself in a jail cell a couple weeks ago.
Martin... a word.
I'm sorry, Martin.
I tried to talk them out of it, but they think they have a case.
Sir, turn around, please.
Martin Wells, you are under arrest...
for the murder of Vickie Wells.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used...
against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
[ Mumbling ]
Come on, honey, pick up.
[ Ringing ]
Pick up!
[ Vickie ] Hey, there.
Vickie...
This is the Wells' residence...
home of Martin, Vickie, Courtney and Haley.
We can't come to the phone right now.
So, please leave a message.
[ Beeps ]
Honey, this is Martin. Pick up the phone.
Vickie, pick up the phone.
Pick up the phone!
It's not 4:00 yet.
Vickie, please, when you get this...
get out of the apartment, go to your parents' house...
and wait for me to call.
I'm on my way back to the city.
[ Dog Barking Nearby ]
John, I need your help.
Martin?
Vickie's going to be murdered inside of two hours.
Vickie? You mean your wife?
I called the Baltimore Police but I can't tell...
if they thought I was a crank.
I need you to call them.
Now, I can describe the suspect, his name... everything.
Well, how do you know all this?
No time to explain. You wouldn't believe it anyway.
Now, Martin, you see, now, that's a bad sign...
because it's two- something in the morning.
I haven't seen you in three years.
You got to give me something more to go on.
This is all happening for a reason.
I... I'm being given a second chance.
A second chance to do what?
I prosecuted a man named Hector Okompo.
I suppressed evidence.
See, he was innocent of the crime he was charged with.
Martin, anything you say to me...
You have to report.
I put him away, he died in prison...
his brother wants revenge, and it is as simple as that.
You could be disbarred for what you're telling me.
You could go to prison, lose everything; do you understand?
I understand that I can save Vickie.
Hold on a minute.
[ Dial Tone Buzzing ]
[ Phone Tones Beeping ]
[ Indistinct Radio Chatter]
[ Panting ]
[ Relieved Sighing ]
You got here in time.
Are you Martin Wells?
Yeah. Vickie?
Vickie?
There's nobody here. We checked.
What exactly are we looking for?
My wife's going to be attacked here tonight.
It happens...
The killer's going to use my key card to enter at 4:17.
It's 4:20 now.
I don't understand.
Where is she?
Tell you what.
We'll take a few sweeps through the neighborhood, keep our eyes peeled.
We're a phone call away if you need us.
[ Phone Beeps ]
[ Speed-dialing ]
[ Ringing ]
Come on. Come on!
[ Al ] Hello?
Al, it's Martin.
Martin?
What time is it?
Al...
[ Clears Throat ]
is-is Vickie there?
No. The kids are here.
Vickie left hours ago.
- [ Bumping ] - Isn't she home yet?
[ DoorknobJiggles ]
Martin?
[ Phone Drops In Cradle ]
[ DoorknobJiggling ]
[ Panting ]
[ Screams ]
[ Panting ]
Martin, you scared the hell out of me!
Honey, why aren't you in D.C.?
What the...
Where have you been?
I-I got a flat on the way back from my...
Honey, you're scaring me. What's wrong?
- We're in trouble. We have to get out of here now. - What?
[ Whispers ] Vickie!
Get in the bedroom.
Lock the door.
You call the cops...
and don't come out till I say it's okay.
[ Both Yelling ]
Come on!
[ Both Grunting ]
[ Yelling ]
[ Crashing ]
[ Grunting ]
Oh, my God, Martin!
[ Vickie Screams ]
Martin!
No!
[ Grunting ]
[ Screams ]
Martin!
[ Panting Heavily ]
Martin!
[ Crying ]
No!
[ Gunshots ]
[ Sobbing ]
You said something about a second chance.
Was this it?
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