What if on the way home from the House Of Blues, the girl took the bottle of Tequila that she brought with her and drank the entire bottle in the limo, getting ****-faced drunk? What if she wasn't the "angel" the press has made her ("poor struggling actress taken advantage of by unscrupulous record producer")? What if she started drunkenly bitching about this and that until, after they got to Spector's place, Phil was so fed up with her that he ordered his chauffeur to take her immediately home? What if she said "No" and went in the second entrance foyer and sat down and refused to budge? What if she opened a drawer and found one of Phil's guns there? (He had one in each of the entry ways to his house in case of robbers or something). What if she grabbed the gun and put the barrel in her mouth and imitated an obscene gesture while Phil stood there looking aghast at her? What if the gun went off in her mouth but the bullet was so friggin' old that it didn't even come out the other side? What if the Alhambra police showed up and didn't believe a word Phil told them after the chauffeur who was not in the room called them and told them that Phil did it? What if Phil only said to him "Call 911" but he called the police instead? What if the chief of police made a statement to the waiting press that Phil did it and they arrested him because it was well known that he loved guns? What if the local coroner STILL has not finished his findings on the body even though it has been many months? What if Phil had no tracings on his hands of having ever fired a gun that night? What if the police are dragging their feet because they are trying to figure out a way to nail him for this, even though it was really an "accidental suicide"? What if the police are constantly interrogating Phil's friends and associates past and present, looking for something, anything to nail the guy with? What if Phil Spector's (and lawyer Robert Shapiro's) friends are so mad about this that they finally spilled the beans about this weird case?