Speaker 1: Luther got upset when he entered the house and looked
around and discovered photos of Marshall and Carmen. He became
irate and smashed the frames and ripped the pictures up.
He went through the house on an emotional rampage. His
mind had flipped out. He couldn't comprehend what was going on.
He didn't understand why Carmen wants to be with Marshall
of all men. Then it came to him it was
because he saved her life that day when he lost
control of the car. He told himself, I can't let
him have her. I will not let him have her.
Luther shouted out at the photograph of Marshall and his
daughter Lena that was on a nearby table. I had
a furs. She belongs to me, not you me. As
Luther continued his rampage throughout the house, he ran across
Marshall's glock pistol, the one with the scope and laser.
He took the revolver and sat down in the living
room on the sofa and waited. Carmen didn't come directly
back to Marshall's house because she wanted to run a
few errands while Nicholas was with Dawn and Quinton. When
she returned to Marshall's house. She parked out front and
came in through the front door. Luther watched this Carmen
enter the front door. He waited for her to set
her belongings down and to notice him. She pulled her
shoes off by the heels and took off her coat
that she was wearing. When Carmen looked up and saw
the homeless man who had been following her sitting on
Marshall's sofa, Carmen gasped with fear. Her eyes grew wide
and her pulstery shot up. She was about to turn
and run out, but she panicked. Although her mind told
her to move, her body wouldn't listen. What's the matter, baby,
you don't recognize your husband. I wouldn't do that if
I was you, Luther said, pointing his gun at her.
If you move another inch, I'll shoot. Luther said, you
didn't call me, you didn't come to see me. You
didn't even write to me. I was rotting in that
jail cell, and you could have cared less. I burned
my fucking self to a chris to prove my love
for you and you could not have cared less Luther.
Carmen willed herself to speak. YOU need to put the
gun down. Carmen's voice was trembling. I don't have to
do shit but stay black and die, Luther growled. But
it's okay now, because we can work this out, Luther said,
I'm here to explain everything to you, you know, set
things straight so that you and I can get on
with our lives. I know who killed your father, Luther said,
thinking that would make Carmen happy. I don't want Hugh Luther.
Tension was running through Carmen's body. Didn't you hear what
I just said? I know who killed your father. I
don't care, said, I want you to leave, he, Carmen said,
hoping that Luther would do as she asked. Don't you
say that you have no idea of what I've been through.
Don't say that. Don't make me hurt you, Luther growled,
feeling himself go over the edge and fall into complete insanity.
The missing pieces of the puzzle came together for Marshall,
and the truth of the events that had taken place
made his stomach turn sour. Packard admitted he'd burned down
his own building and ordered to get the insurance money,
which rendered Luther homeless. Luther, seeking revenge, stole Packard's car.
While driving and drinking in the stolen car, he lost
control over it and killed his daughter. Then he fled
the crime scene, ditched the car, and went on to
live his life. At some point, Luther met Carmen and
started a new life while his life with Stacy crumbled apart. Then,
through chains, Luther and Marshall's paths crossed, and Marshall risked
his own life to save the lives of Carmen and Nicholas. Then,
as Marshall recalled what Carmen had told him, Luther's mind
snapped and he set their home on fire when she
told him that she wanted a divorce after he'd left
her and Nicholas to drown in an icy lake. Then,
investigators failed to connect Luther to his daughter's death. When
he was arrested and convicted of arson, Marshall left the
police station with his mind in a fog. The reality
of what he'd just learned was twisted and sick Marshall.
Detective Taylor had followed him out to check on him. Look,
do you want me to drive you home or something.
Are you okay? You don't look so good. I just
need some time to think. I feel as if I've
just been shot with a double barrel shot gun, Marshall
said as he got into his car. We're issuing an
a restaurarrant for Luther. We'll find him and bring him in.
The police have already begun searching the Hyde Park neighborhood
for him. Detective Taylor said, I'm going to call Quinn
for you and tell him that he should check up
on you. That was some pretty heavy shit you just
learned about. I don't want you going loco on me.
Call me if you need anything, my friend. Detective Taylor
shook Marshall's hand and patted him on his shoulder a
few times. Thanks. Marshall spoke softly, and then drove off.
He took his time getting home because he couldn't stop thinking.
His thoughts told him that perhaps this was all some
sort of sick game that Carmen and Luther were playing
on him, but he knew that wasn't true. The old
emotional wound involving Lena's death had been sliced open once again.
Marcia was angry that he couldn't put all of this
together sooner, angry at the fact that there was no
way he could have prevented any of it from happening.
This is some bizarre bullshit mercy, Marshall uttered as he
continued to digest all of the facts. It took thirty
minutes for Marshall to drive back home. When he arrived,
he pulled into the driveway and got out of the car.
As he got out, he noticed some mail in the
back seat of the car, covered with glass from the
shattered window. His mind began quickly thinking he put more
pieces of the bizarre puzzle together. He stared at the
mail for a moment, then it hit him. Luther was
looking for her dress. He must have saw her getting
out of the car and took the mail to get
her current address. Marshall sprinted across the backyard to his
door and saw that had it been smashed open with
the sledgehammer he'd left outside. Oh no, Marshall's heart began
racing wildly. He quickly ran to his police cruiser, opened
the trunk and grabbed his bulletproof vest and another revolver
that was in a lock gun case. Just as he
was opening the guncase. He heard Carmen scream. His nerves
were on edge, and his weapon was drawn and loaded.
He cautiously ran back to the rear door of the house.
Don't come any closer. He heard Carmen shriek. He could
tell that they were screams of terror. Without thinking about
his own safety, he rushed into the kitchen, down the hall,
and into the front living room with his arms extended,
eager to make Luther his target. Put the goddamn gun down, Luther,
Marshall commanded him as he stepped directly in front of
Luther's line of fire. Marshall was not only protecting Carmen
but their unborn child. Luther directly in his eyes, which
were wild and blazing with fury. Put the gun down,
Marshall commanded him again, you can't have her, Luther, bar
She's Mi Hind. I had her first. She just doesn't understand.
I'm just trying to make her understand. Luther pointed the
laser beam at Marshall's chest. Luther, if you don't put
that goddamn gun down, I'm gonna shoot your black ass
cemetery dead. Marshall's nerves were vibrating with anticipation. He was
trying to allow his training to guide him instead of revenge.
Taking a man's life is never easy, but in this instance,
Marshall was a hair trigger away from committing homicide. She
loves me, no you, She just confused. Right now, Luther
called to Karmen Carmen Gilvia. Luther wanted her by his side.
Luther Marshall narrowed his vision. This is the last time
I'm going to tell you. Put the damn gun down.
Luther met Marshall's gaze once again. The two men's eyes
were locked on each other, both of them unyielding and
unwilling to give up their position. Luther felt his mind
completely melt down. He felt numb, and suddenly nothing in
the world mattered anymore. Marshall saw something change in Luther's eyes.
He took aim at Luther's shoulder and discharged his revolver.
The impact this lashed the weapon Luther had and knocked
him flat on his back. Marshall rushed over and kicked
the gun Luther had out of the way and hovered
over him. Marshall immediately began fighting with himself and I
I had a tooth, you son of a bitch. Marshall
was about to finish the job he had every right to.
Luther had broken into his home and threatened his family.
This would be viewed as a clear case of self defense.
Marshall's philosophy of what was right and what was wrong
was being put to the test. As Marshall looked into
Luther's eyes, they began to look distant and hollow. Luther's
hand was covering his bloody wound. His body was twitching violently.
Luther was catatonic. Marshall's breathing became heavy as he thought
about that day years ago, when Luther ran down his
baby and kept on going. Then, somewhere in the back
of his own mind, Marshall heard his inner voice. It
was a pearl of wisdom he had heard long ago. Mercy,
his inner voice said, Mercy, show him, mercy, Marshall. Marshall
listened to his inner voice. He heard what it said,
but he didn't want to listen to it. At that moment,
Quentin walked into the room. Marshall, don't do it. He
heard Quentin say, you got a new family on the way,
don't throw your life away. Marshall had tears of anger
and rage, in his eyes. He wanted to squeeze the
trigger one last time, pullet between Luther's eyes. Quentin, is
that you, Marshall called to his brother. Yes, Marshall, I'm
here for you, Quentin answered him, Come get me before
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