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Monday, August 16, 2004 --
10:30 AM
The witness, who was a crew member on the victim's
film, was interviewed at 14 Magnolia Ridge, Hwy 337, the home of
Caroline Blanchard, because the subject's mother would not let her daughter
outside of their home. The interview was conducted by Detectives Armstrong and Murphy and was
recorded on a portable tape recorder with the witness' knowledge and
consent.
- TA = Detective T. Armstrong
- SM = Detective S. Murphy
- ML = Macy Lamar
- CB = Caroline Blanchard
SM: For the record, please state your name, age, address and
occupation.
ML: My name is Macy Lamar. I'm 24 years old. I work at Square
Books part-time and take some classes at Ole Miss sometimes. I guess I'm
living with my mother
now. The address is 14 Magnolia Ridge, Highway 337.
TA: Macy, tell us why you were at the lodge.
ML: Corwin invited me.
TA: How did you know Corwin?
ML: Well, I thought he was my boyfriend.
SM: And he proved not to be?
ML: He turned out to be a jerk and a psychopath.
TA: Yeah, but isn't that why you were interested in him to begin with?
ML: Maybe.
SM: Tell us about that. How did you meet him?
ML: I met him at Shotgun Willie's. I was dating one of the barkeepers
up there, and Corwin came in one night and we talked for a while. He was
fascinated by me after I told him about how I was kidnapped and about my dad getting killed. He was completely
fascinated.
TA: When was this?
ML: Oh, I think it was probably around March or April.
TA: You were such a scholar in high school.
ML: I don't know, you know. It holds no interest for me now. After the
kidnapping, the thrill and fear of all that, nothing holds much interest
for me any more. I think that's why I found Corwin so refreshing. He was
dangerous.
SM: How?
ML: I don't know. I guess because he could make people do anything he
wanted to.
SM: How did he do that?
ML: He was super persuasive. He just knew what he was talking about.
And he had all of these interesting stories, and he would get all
dramatic while telling them.
SM: Do you remember any of them?
ML: Oh, he'd just tell me how he and his friends used to go out
together and pull these pranks, just like in the movie. They'd use guns
with blanks and condoms filled with blood hooked to these little
explosives, so it looked like real gunshot wounds. It was a good effect.
So all that stuff was real. He lived what he wrote about.
SM: When did he do this?
ML: Before he moved to Oxford, I guess.
SM: How much do you know about his life before Oxford?
ML: He told me a good bit of stuff, although not many details. Mostly
about when he was a little kid. No names or anything, although he did
tell me his old buddy's name was Rob. This is the guy he went around
with, pulling these pranks. I think they lived in Florida.
TA: Whereabouts?
ML: I don't know. Somewhere near Pensacola, I think.
TA: So you met this guy Corwin and what, you two fell in love?
ML: Yes. He was putting his movie together and telling me about it. I
just thought it was the most brilliant thing. I said I wanted to help
and he agreed.
TA: What was your position on the crew?
ML: As I understood it, I would be cooking and kind of taking care of
logistical things. Essentially, I was a production assistant. I ran
errands. I was the only one he let off the grounds.
SM: Where did he let you go?
ML: There's a little grocery store about four or five miles from the
house, and I would go there and stock up on essentials. I could only be
gone for 20 minutes at a time, though.
SM: So you didn't go to town.
ML: Sometimes he sent me to the hardware store, but it wasn't really
in town. It was just on the outskirts on Highway 6, you know?
TA: That lumber thrift place? What's it, Amos Lumber?
ML: Yeah, I think. I don't really remember.
TA: What kind of stuff did he have you get?
ML: Just tools and stuff for the set. I bought the machete there.
SM: What was that for?
ML: I don't know. It was a prop, but I don't recall there being a
machete in the script.
SM: Tell us what you remember about the morning he was killed.
ML: The gunshots were, like, right over my head in the room upstairs, so
they woke me up. I was still in bed, and I could hear fumbling around up
there. I distinctly heard what I thought were footsteps on the roof
then, but I just thought Corwin was acting crazy. I stuck my head out of
the room and I heard Katrina upstairs banging on the door, trying to
kick it in. I really just thought they were having a fight, and he'd
shot off some blanks. It pissed me off, so I went back to bed. No sooner
was I in bed than I hear her shrieking upstairs. So I ran up to see what
was going on. By that time, everybody else was there except Johnny, who
was right behind me.
TA: So you didn't see anybody climb down the tree outside your window?
No one walked past your door?
ML: No. I looked out the window, but it was still dark. I didn't see
anything.
TA: I hear you and Katrina weren't the best of friends.
ML: Well, no. She stole him from me. She didn't even care that we were
together.
TA: Did she go to him, or him to her?
ML: She was all over him. It was disgusting. He didn't have to work
for it, like with me.
TA: You were pretty upset.
ML: Hell, yes.
TA: They say you created quite a few disturbances on the set.
ML: It was an emotionally hard time for me. Corwin wasn't paying
attention to me. She was the biggest b****. The rest of them were smelly
and drunk all the time.
TA: Why did you stay? Why not just take the car and drive home?
ML: I was scared of what he'd do. I was scared he wouldn't love me.
TA: But he had already fallen out of love with you and in love with
Katrina, correct?
ML: You don't have to be so cold about it.
TA: I'm sorry, Macy. I'm just trying to characterize everyone's
behavior.
ML: Corwin had everybody so mixed up, we didn't know if we were coming
or going. Nothing was real. Everything was fake, and that's what I
thought. I thought that when the movie wrapped, everything would go back
to normal, and that Corwin didn't really love Katrina. He loved me. He
was just doing her for the movie. That slut. I wouldn't believe anything
she said either. The last time I saw her, which was yesterday, she was
still in character. I mean, come on. How pathetic.
SM: What about the other girl?
ML: What other girl?
SM: The actress who came up to the house?
ML: Probably just some bimbo he'd screwed and promised a part. Before
he met me, of course. You see, no one knew how to handle Corwin, except
me. You can't just bombard him and expect him to take interest in you.
It's what you held back that made Corwin interested. She just came
busting up in there, yelling her head off. You can't do that.
SM: Now, what do you know about Charles King?
ML: He's a creep. A pimp doctor. We had dinner at his house a couple
of times. He, like, wanted us to have group sex in his living room. What
does that tell you?
SM: Why did you have dinner with him?
ML: This was when Corwin was still trying to raise money for the
movie. He was so smooth dealing with King, trying to get him to invest.
King was such a cheeseball that it was an easy sell. All Corwin had to
do was promise him executive producer credits and convince him that
this movie was gonna be a huge box office success. He had formulated all
these charts and stuff to prove that the public would go see it. Chuckie
is what they called him. Chuckie fell for it hook, line and sinker.
TA: When Chuckie came to the lodge, was he belligerent?
ML: He didn't have a chance to be. He walked around making awful
suggestions, saying the script needed more sex. Corwin just nipped it in
the bud, ran him off. But Chuckie called house a few times. I answered it
once, and he was screaming in the phone when I told him he couldn't
speak to Corwin. He was a jerk. You know, when we went to eat, Corwin
took Chuckie out behind his house to shoot guns and I had to stay there
with this sad wench of a girlfriend he had. She was bawling and stuff,
talking about how he had given her a bad boob job and how her implants
were poisoning her and she didn't have long to live. Just a super
paranoid freak. I bet he abused her and shot her full of drugs.
CB: Detectives, my daughter has been under an undue amount of
stress these last few months and you're only making it worse with all of
these questions. I'm afraid I have to insist you go now and leave
her in peace. Hasn't she suffered enough?
TA: Macy, if we need to speak with you again, will you be available?
ML: I'm not going anywhere, Detective.
Interview ends -- 11:08 AM |
