In the Name of Law and Order (Au nom du maintien de l'ordre)

In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented

by two separate, yet equally important groups:

the police, who investigate crime,

and the district attorneys, who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

You!

Thank you so much for coming!

Are you kidding?

I wouldn't miss this for anything.

Oh.

OK, OK.

We're gonna kick things off tonight

with a special birthday dance.

Angela, come on up here, birthday girl.

Your favorite man picked out his favorite song,

so let's do this.

- Come on. - Come on now.

Come on. Come on, me and you.

Dad, I...

Just one song.

Hey.

Hey. Sorry.

Is it OK if I steal her for a sec?

Thank you.

Hey, look, I don't...

I don't wanna make, like, a big deal about this

or anything, but I think...

I think I'm just gonna head out.

- What? - Yeah.

- Oh, it's early. - I know. I know.

It's just you... yeah.

- No, it's fine. - Go.

But we'll celebrate again tomorrow, just...

just me and you.

OK.

I love you.

I love you, too.

More than anything.

OK.

Where is he going?

He, um...

oh, he's tired.

- He's always tired. - No, Dad, don't start.

He needs to grow up, Angie, fast.

He knew what he was getting married into.

Victim hasn't been dead for that long.

I'd say 90 minutes or so.

Vic's name is Angela Cole.

- All right. - Any witnesses?

Guy over there.

He saw the body.

Called 911, but didn't see anyone nearby, so...

OK, let's get some boots on the ground.

Start canvassing for witnesses, video.

Hey!

It's a crime scene. Understand?

No, I need to know whose body that is.

Can we help you, sir?

Look, I need to know whose body that is!

- We can't reveal any information at this time.

Is it Angela Cole?

Oh, God.

It's her, isn't it?

It's Angela.

Oh, my God, she's dead.

That's... that's my wife.

That's my wife.

- I can't imagine how hard this must be for you right now,

but we do need to ask you some questions if that's OK.

How did you know that your wife was here?

- I... I tracked her on my phone.

And where were you before this,

30 minutes ago?

I was at my apartment.

And before that, we were at a party.

It was Angela's 30th birthday, but I...

I left early.

Why's that?

Angela's family is, um,

difficult.

They're very involved and... and controlling, and I...

I couldn't take it anymore,

so I told Angie that I needed to leave.

- She get upset? - No. No, no, no.

She totally gets it.

She knew how frustrating they could be.

So you went home?

What time did you get there?

- Oh, I don't know, - 11:30, 11:45.

I tried to go to bed, but I was so wound up.

So I called Angie, and she didn't pick up,

which made me nervous, so then I...

I pulled up her location on my phone.

So other than all this family drama,

did anything unusual happen at the party?

Any arguments? Fights?

No.

Angela was...

really happy.

OK.

I talked to the ME.

Official cause of death is hypoxia

due to manual strangulation.

Lots of facial fracturing, too... cheekbone, hyoid bone.

Anything else?

- Yeah, there's third-party DNA on the victim... saliva.

Lots of it, too... seven different samples.

Mm-hmm.

She was at a party. Lots of kissing?

Any hits on CODIS?

Negative.

OK, what about the family drama?

We think that's connected?

I don't know, but there's a lot of tea.

Please share.

- OK, so the father, Evan Cole, has millions of followers,

and he's super weird, like, obsessive,

constantly posting really intimate photos

of him and his family.

It's sort of sweet, but mostly gross.

OK.

So a week ago, things got really heated.

Angela tweeted that she was done with social media,

TV, et cetera, that she wanted to live a simple life,

away from cameras, but her father flipped out

and said that she had lost her way

- and needed psychological help. - Is any of this real?

Or do they just put it out there

- to get a bigger audience? - Who knows?

I got something.

All right. OK.

After leaving the party, Angela gets into

an argument with her parents, Evan and Sophia Cole.

Then the parents leave together,

but a minute later, Evan Cole reverses direction

and walks after her.

- And what time is that? - 12:22,

13 minutes before the 911 call.

Maybe the drama is real.

Go talk to the parents.

- I'm confused. Why... - why are you showing me this?

Well, this is 13 minutes prior

to when your daughter was killed,

so we're just trying to figure out what happened...

- You're not suggesting I had anything to do with it?

No, sir.

No, we're not suggesting anything.

We're just trying to figure out what happened.

Well,

Angela was upset with me.

Apparently, her husband was, too.

So she stormed off at the end of the night, so I...

I went after her.

Did you catch up to her?

End up talking to her?

Yeah, I told her I loved her very much

and that I wanted to fix things,

and then...

we hugged.

And then I walked away, and I flagged down a cab.

When you say, uh, "fix things"...

We've just had some...

some family issues.

Her husband is brainwashing her,

trying to convince her that we are bad people.

He hates the media business.

He does.

And he hates us.

I'm sorry.

The truth is, I should never have

let my daughter walk home alone.

I know this is hard, and I apologize for

even having to ask, but do you happen to have

a receipt from that cab ride?

- Sure. - Yeah.

One last question, if you don't mind,

can you think of anyone who may have wanted to hurt Angela?

Oh, yeah.

Cash White.

The singer?

- He went to see her yesterday to wish her a happy birthday,

and it did not go so well.

So what happened there?

- I... - I cut it on some glass.

- Any chance you cut it putting your hand through a window?

- A window 10 inches from Angela Cole's face?

- Look... - look, man, I admit it.

I acted like a total idiot yesterday.

I wanted to wish Angela happy birthday.

It was her 30th. That's a big deal.

So I went down to her art studio and she...

And what?

She wasn't really happy to see me.

- You mean she kicked you out? - More or less.

Yeah, and that pissed you off.

- Yeah, I wanted to patch things up, you know,