Devil's Waltz Part 61

6'3''

BRO, BLU.

AGE: 38.

DEF ATTORNEY: TOKARIK, ANTHONY M., ESQ.

LAPD: MILO B. STURGIS #15994, WLA.

(SPEC. a.s.sIGNMENT).

STEPHEN MARTINEZ, #26782, DEVSHR.

DET. STURGIS: This is video-audiotape session number two with Suspect Charles Lyman Jones the Third. Suspect was informed of his rights at the time of arrest for attempted murder. Miranda warning was repeated and taped at a previous session, eleven A.M. June 1, 1989, and transcribed on that day at two P.M. Said session was terminated on advice of suspect's counsel, Mr. Anthony Tokarik, Esquire. This session represents resumption of interview at request of Mr. Tokarik. Do I need to re-Mirandize him, Counselor, or does that second warning hold for this session?

MR. TOKARIK: It will hold, unless Professor Jones requests re-Mirandization. Do you want to be warned again, Chip?

MR. JONES: No. Let's get on with this.

MR. TOKARIK: Go ahead.

DET. STURGIS: Evening, Chip.

MR. TOKARIK: I'd prefer that you address my client respectfully, Detective.

DET. STURGIS: Professor be okay?

MR. TOKARIK: Yes. However, if that's too difficult for you, "Mr. Jones" would suffice.

DET. STURGIS: You just called him Chip.

MR. TOKARIK: I'm his lawyer.

DET. STURGIS: Uh-huh . . . okay . . . sure. Hey, I'd even call him "Doctor," but he never finished his Ph.D., did you, Chip-Mr. Jones? What's that? Can't hear you.

MR. JONES: (unintelligible) DET. STURGIS: Got to speak up, Mr. Jones. Grunts don't make it.

MR. TOKARIK: Hold on, Detective. Unless the tone of this interview changes, I'm going to call a halt to it immediately.

DET. STURGIS: Suit yourself-your loss. I just thought you guys might want to hear some of the evidence we've compiled against old Chip, here. 'Scuse me-Mister Jones.

MR. TOKARIK: I can get anything you have from the district attorney under the rules of recovery, Detective.

DET. STURGIS: Fine. Then wait till the trial. Let's go, Steve.

DET. MARTINEZ: Sure.

MR. JONES: Hold on. (unintelligible) MR. TOKARIK: Wait, Chip. (unintelligible) I'd like to confer with my client privately, if you don't mind.

DET. STURGIS: If it doesn't take too long.

Tape off: 7:39 P.M.

Tape on: 7:51 P.M.

MR. TOKARIK: Go ahead, show us what you've got.

DET. STURGIS: Yeah, sure, but is Mr. Jones going to be answering questions or is it gonna be a one-way show-and-tell?

MR. TOKARIK: I reserve my client's right to refuse to answer any questions. Proceed if you wish, Detective.

DET. STURGIS: What do you think, Steve?

DET. MARTINEZ: I don't know.

MR. TOKARIK: Decision, gentlemen?

DET. STURGIS: Yeah, okay . . . Well, Chip-Mr. Jones-I'm glad you've got yourself a high-princed lawyer like Mr. Tokarik here, 'cause you're sure gonna- MR. TOKARIK: This is definitely getting off on the wrong foot. My fees have nothing to- DET. STURGIS: What are we doing here, Counselor, interrogating a suspect or critiquing my style?

MR. TOKARIK: I strenuously object to your- DET. STURGIS: Object all you want. This isn't court.

MR. TOKARIK: I request another conference with my client.

DET. STURGIS: No way. Let's split, Steve.

DET. MARTINEZ: You bet.

MR. JONES: Hold on. Sit down.

DET. STURGIS: You ordering me around, Junior?

MR. TOKARIK: I object to- DET. STURGIS: Come on, Steve, we're outa here.

MR. JONES: Hold on!

MR. TOKARIK: Chip, it's- MR. JONES: Shut up!

MR. TOKARIK: Chip- MR. JONES: Shut up!

DET. STURGIS: Uh-uh, no way do I proceed with this kind of friction going on between the two of you. Then he complains he wasn't represented by counsel of choice? No way.

MR. TOKARIK: Don't play lawyer with me, Detective.

MR. JONES: Just shut the h.e.l.l up, Tony! This whole thing is preposterous!

DET. STURGIS: What is, Professor Jones?

MR. JONES: Your supposed case.

DET. STURGIS: You didn't attempt to inject your daughter, Ca.s.sandra Brooks, with insulin?

MR. JONES: Of course not. I found the needle in Cindy's purse, got upset because it confirmed my suspicions about her, and was trying to see if she'd already- MR. TOKARIK: Chip- MR. JONES: . . . jected it into Ca.s.sie's I.V. Stop giving me looks, Tony-it's my future at stake here. I want to hear what kind of folderol they think they've got, so I can clear it up once and for all.

DET. STURGIS: Folderol?

MR. TOKARIK: Chip- DET. STURGIS: I don't want to continue if- MR. JONES: He's my attorney of choice, okay? Go on.

DET. STURGIS: You're sure?

MR. JONES: (unintelligible) DET. STURGIS: Speak right into that mike over there.

MR. JONES: Get on with it. I want out of here, posthaste.

DET. STURGIS: Yes, sir, ma.s.sah sir.

MR. TOKARIK: Detecti- MR. JONES: Shut up, Tony.

DET. STURGIS: Everyone ready? Okay. First of all, we've got you on videotape, trying to shoot insulin into- MR. JONES: Wrong. I told you what that was about. I was just trying to see what Cindy was up to.

DET. STURGIS: Like I said, we've got you on videotape, trying to shoot insulin into your daughter's intravenous line. Plus video logs of the cameras at the entrance to Western Pediatric Medical Center confirming that you didn't enter the hospital through the front door. One of the keys on your ring has been identified as a hospital master. You probably used it to sneak in through the- MR. TOKARIK: I obj- MR. JONES: Tony.

MR. TOKARIK: I request a brief conference with my- MR. JONES: Cut it out, Tony. I'm not one of your idiot sociopaths. Go on with your fairy tale, Detective. And you're right, I did use one of Dad's keys. So what? Whenever I go to that place I avoid the front door. I try to be inconspicuous. Is discretion an egregious felony?

DET. STURGIS: Let's go on. You bought two cups of coffee from a hospital machine, then took the stairs up to the fifth floor. We've got you on video up there too. Out in the hall where Five East meets Chappell Ward, carrying the coffee and looking through a crack in the door. What it looks like to me is you're waiting until the nurse on duty goes into a back room. Then you go into room 505 West where you stay for fifty-five minutes until I come in and find you jabbing that needle into your daughter's I.V. line. We're going to show you all those videotapes now, okay?

MR. JONES: Seems eminently superfluous, but suit yourself.

DET. STURGIS: Action, camera.

Tape off: 8:22 P.M.

Tape on: 9:10 P.M.

DET. STURGIS: Okay. Any comments?

MR. JONES: G.o.dard it's not.

DET. STURGIS: No? I thought it had a lot of verite.

MR. JONES: Are you a fan of cinema verite, Detective?

DET. STURGIS: Not really, Mr. Jones. Too much like work.

MR. JONES: Hah, I like that.

MR. TOKARIK: Is that it? That's your evidence, in toto?

DET. STURGIS: In toto? Hardly. Okay, so now we've got you jabbing that needle- MR. JONES: I told you what that was about-I was testing it. Checking the I.V. inlet to see if Cindy'd already injected Ca.s.sie.

DET. STURGIS: Why?

MR. JONES: Why? To protect my child!

DET. STURGIS: Why did you suspect your wife of harming Ca.s.sie?

MR. JONES: Circ.u.mstances. The data at hand.

DET. STURGIS: The data.

MR. JONES: Exactly.

DET. STURGIS: Want to tell me more about the data?