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We're going to go behind the scenes and give you some more details about this truly shocking story.

It had been a bad day for Armour Phillips.

The creditors were closing in.

Doors that once opened to his easy charm were closed.

Slam closed in more than one case, his comfortable life,

the big house, the fancy suits, the promise of more to come, and even more after that,

all slipping away. Armour's American dream of striking it rich off the Los Angeles oil boom

of the 1920s was fading fast and he was in trouble.

But all wasn't lost. He still had his beautiful young bride, Clara. That must be her now.

Returning from some errand, heels clacking briskly on the tile floor. And then she appeared in the doorway of the study,

covered from hairline to heels and blood.

Bits of bone and gore spattered all over her dress.

Smiling brightly, Clara announced,

Darling, I have killed the one you love the most in this world.

Now, I'm going to cook you the best supper you've ever had.

And they got a small beam of light against me.

Oh, real, right.

I'm going to.

Yeah.

What are? What are? No, no, no. When you think of Los Angeles, you probably think of Hollywood, the

movie business, the entertainment industry.

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