Dear Zachary: A Letter to a Son About His Father (2008) - full transcript

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

- Charismatic.
- Opinionated.

I'd have to point out he was short.

But he was a giant of a man.

Really a good storyteller.

He was completely selfless.

- Animated.
- Kind.

- Jubilant.
- Caring.

- Devilish.
- Laid-back, very approachable.

Can I say things

that are not completely
flattering and wonderful?



He had the capacity
to have the worst possible gas.

And he'd be proud of that.
"Yep!"

He wasn't a saint.
He was a hell of guy.

He was just so intelligent,

and, um, I'm gonna cry.

I'm sorry.

Why are you sad?
Why?

Oh, I'll tell you about it someday.

Do you know who that is?

Andrew.

Do you know who Andrew is?

I don't know.

Why did Andrew get killed?

Because somebody hurt him, buddy.



I'm an only child,
and I'll get around to why this

is of any importance whatsoever,

but, trust me, there's a theme.

Where were you when you found out?

Melanie, who's on the front desk,

calls back and says,

"Kate, there's a policeman from
Sunnyvale on the line for you.

Do you want to talk to him?"

And I said, "Oh, yes,
put it through to the office."

"Are you Kathleen Bagby?" I said yes.

"I've got a message
here from Pennsylvania.

You're to call this number.

It's the coroner's office.
You've got bad news."

I said, "Is my son dead?"

And he said,
"I can't tell you that, madam,

but you've got terrible news."

I dialed this number
that he'd given me.

And it was a man, an irate man.

The coroner's office was closed down.

There was nothing he could do about it.

"You have to call back
tomorrow morning."

I called back
to the Sunnyvale Police Station,

so he gave me another number,

and then I got through
to Sgt. Krulac, and he said,

"Your son is dead
under suspicious circumstances.

Have you got any idea
why he was in the park?"

I said, "My son is dead?
Murdered?"

He said yes.

And then I called David.

And I said to him,
"Andrew's dead."

And he said, "No!"

And I heard him throw the phone.

I called Sgt. Krulac back,
and I said, "We're coming,"

and he said,
"Well, that's good."

Through that flight,

we thought we'd go get Andrew,

bring him back to California,

get everything organized, whatever,

and then kill ourselves,
'cause no point in going on.

That was the first plan.

Obviously, we didn't do that.

And then she gave me the list to call,

and we started calling.

I came home, and there was
a message from Barbara.

- Kate called me.
- It was Tuesday morning.

I was just coming out of surgery.

- I was doing something...
- I was in the living room.

How many people got
a kick in the head from this?

Everybody always says,

"What would be the difference
if one person weren't alive?"

I came home on November 7, 2001,

to find a message from my sister.

Hi. It's Heather.
It's about 9: 15.

At 3:41 p.m., I called her back.

She told me to sit down.

In the original news,

they said,
"Unidentified man in his 30s

was found in hospital scrubs."

None of those words
described who he was,

and they could put them on paper
and make them true.

Nobody said, "This person,

this wonderful person, was hurt."

We met in first grade

at St. Andrew's School
in Saratoga, California,

and I soon came to think of him
as my closest friend.

It was here,
in the San Jose Bay Area,

scattered across the suburbs
that make up Silicon Valley,

that we all grew up.

There was Chris.

Do I remember how I met Andrew?
It was second grade.

And Matt.

I can say without shame
that we bathed together.

Michelle.

He was the first friend I made
my first day of school.

Jon.

We met the first day of class

because of our names,
Atkinson and Bagby.

Olivier.

We talked for about 20, 30 minutes,

and I realized,
"Wow, this guy's pretty cool."

Heather.

Oh, I'm sure you got to hear
things I didn't get to hear.

Between the two of us,

we might actually be able to put
together a half-decent story.

And there was me.

My name's Kurt,
and I'm a filmmaker.

I'm Kurt Kuenne,
and I play Indiana Jones.

He appeared in every movie
I made growing up.

We made a movie!

He loved playing bad guys...

Shut up!

Jeff, get the cocaine.

A's, huh?
You must be a smart boy.

...and having
a free pass to smoke and swear

in front of his parents.

I will fuck you up!
Kiss my ass, you son of a bitch!

Christ, start the fucking car
and get out of here!

Fuck you!
Fuck all you fucking people!

I did not say the F-word.
I'm sorry.

Which was probably
kind of a cool release

for a kid who made
Eagle Scout by age 15.

Mrs. Bagby, having watched it

where Andrew was running around
yelling and screaming,

kind of went...

I can't really remember being...

"Oh, that's not my son!"

Perhaps you have a different idea

that I got all upset about it.

"Not my son!"

And, eventually,
I even got them in on the act.

Son of a bitch, you little shit!

You're a pain in the ass.

- You little bastard!
- Does that give you the right

to go yelling about
your penis on the air?

It wasn't always fun and games.

- You son of a bitch!
- Ow! Jesus!

Did I actually hit you?

- I didn't hurt your hand, did I?
- Yes, but don't worry about it.

And if you knee me in the balls
again, I'm going to kill you.

And I know I drove him nuts sometimes.

Could you do that one more time?

- One more time.
- Okay, one more time.

One more time.

I want to see that one more
time. That was perfect.

The famous "one more time" line.

If I hear him say
"one more time" one more time,

I'm gonna wring his neck!

Jesus Christ, Kurt.
What do you want?

No, no.
I'm just getting...

But despite it all,
he always supported me.

Kurt, another winner!
Yes!

My God, what are you trying to do?

Give our genius a heart attack?

None of that.
What, do we kiss now or... Oh!

He even invested
in my first feature film

while he was working to save
for medical school.

Everything was perfect.

I don't know what happened.

We got bigger, and we got laid!

At his memorial service,

I talked with his med-school
friend Anthony, who told me...

One of the major things
that Andrew and I did together,

or that we had in common,
was photography.

I had no idea he took pictures,

and I'd known him for 22 years.

What else didn't I know?

I was never going to get
to visit him at his hospital

and see what he was like as a doctor.

I would never be going to his wedding

where I would finally meet his
entire family at the reception.

He would never be telling me

anything I didn't already know
about him.

So I decided to make this movie,
to travel far and wide,

to interview everyone
who ever knew and loved him,

to learn everything there was to know,

and to make one last movie with him.

I had no idea
how many years it would take

or how I would even know
when I was done.

But the longer I waited,
the more memories would be lost.

So I started at home in California,

and, as soon as I could,
I grabbed a camera.

Okay, Andrew, ready?

- And said...
- Action!

How would I describe Andrew to
someone who had never met him?

The man never wore pants.
He only wore shorts.

That's right.
Constantly!

Well,
Andrew was very good at pool.

Quite frankly, he was
a pool shark, is what he was.

Well, he had a good teacher.

When we first met him, he had
this thing with his fingernails.

Oh, yeah, he'd always
bite his fingernails.

They looked like they'd been
through a shredder.

Too late.

He was probably the most
determined person I've ever met

about doing a particular profession.

His mom worked in the business,
so...

We would sit and discuss
a topic like venereal disease.

He didn't get an offer
to come to medical school

at the end of the first year.

I remember that was a big downer.

I think he felt like he wasn't...

like things were
kind of stalled for him

and he wasn't really...

he wasn't living up to expectations.

"Well, what are you gonna do?"

"Okay, I'll get a job,
and I'll apply again."

Okay.

That's problem, solution.

And then, of course, Heather
brought home this application

she had picked up from Memorial
University of Newfoundland.

I had to go look up St. John's
on the map

when he got accepted there.

I knew,
"That's over in the east coast."

He's now engaged to this lovely girl,

and he's gonna go to med school.
It was great.

Graduation, he was in shorts.

Hold on a second.
We'll come back to this.

But before we go any further,

you've got to know what happened.

The whole truth.

So here it is.

A couple of policemen met us
at the airport in Pittsburgh.

Took us over to the hospital.

Bill and Clark picked us up

and took us over to Bacha's
Funeral Home in Greensburg.

And then he took us down a stairway.

Gurney at the other end...

with a white sheet over a body.

And...

...went over to him and when
we could see his face...

...I said, "It's really him."

I kissed him and held him,

and Kate kissed him and held him
and kissed him some more.

Tears are dropping on him,
of course,

and Kate went to wipe
one of those away off his cheek,

and a plug came out where he'd
been shot in the left cheek.

Oh, God.

She pushed it back in
and cried some more.

After that, I lost it.
I just ran outside and screamed.

I was so fucking mad,
I couldn't see straight.

God damn it, I hated.
I've never hated like that.

Didn't even know who I hated.
Didn't know who it was then.

Just knew that somebody
purposely put him there.

Whoever that is is a monster.

Well, who hurt him?

A very bad person.

Which bad person?

- A lady?
- Mm-hmm.

What's her name?

Shirley.

Shirley?

Why'd she kill him?

I couldn't figure out who
she was in relation to Andrew

since Andrew talked a lot about women

but never really mentioned her.

Collette,
this is Bagby's new girlfriend.

Makes me sick to my stomach now,

but I was so excited
that he was dating somebody.

Come on, Shirley.
Get out from behind him.

I knew he'd been struggling

with me moving on
and dating other people.

- Or maybe you will.
- You already met me!

I was excited at the thought
that maybe he had found somebody

that he, you know,
could really be happy with.

But it didn't turn out that way.

- Did you know her?
- Yeah.

Do you remember
when they started dating?

Mm-hmm.

She just kind of appeared,

and then she was there
all the time all of a sudden.

And just didn't seem suited for him.

He did say that there was
a considerable age difference.

And then the second time
I heard him talk about it,

he actually fessed
to the age difference,

and I was like, "Holy shit!"

Shirley's got three kids!
Whoo-hoo!

Me, I always had to give him
a hard time,

so I'd tease him about nailing grandma.

And she seemed so incongruous

with who I would picture him with.

A person like that isn't just,
like, completely normal

and then, one day,
they become a psycho, you know?

I mean,
there had to be some signs.

She'd just be really
inappropriate with things.

Poor taste,
things that she would say.

She was always making
sexually inappropriate comments.

But never threatening.

We never thought of her
as being threatening,

but, just,
something was a little off.

Something wasn't right.

She started calling me
on a regular basis.

She talked forever.

Crude things about
their intimate relationship.

But I thought it was kind of odd
when I met her

that she was not practicing.

She had finished residency
for quite some time,

and yet she was having trouble
getting her credentials.

Nobody said anything
'cause we all respected Andrew.

And if he wasn't putting the
pieces together or something,

it just makes me think
he was just not caring.

He was likely 4,000 miles away

from where he wanted to be
for the rest of his life.

He had had a very difficult,

kind of heartbreaking type
of situation with Heather.

Whatever happened with their breakup

really kind of devastated him

and just left him vulnerable
to someone like Shirley.

"Andrew!

You know you can do a lot better."

He said,
"Ah, no, I really can't."

He'd poke fun at himself all the time.

He'd say he was a short,
portly little fella.

You don't need to go out with a woman

because you can't
think you can do better.

It was a comfort.

And, in Newfoundland,
it was somebody to be around

and he enjoyed it.

Oh, it's just a senior-year thing.

After graduation,
he came back to the U.S.

to do a surgery residency
in Syracuse, New York,

and he was miserable.

He hated it.

Shirley also decided to move
to the States to practice.

We were not very aware
of his year in Syracuse,

what a problem she became to him there.

Was a real hard year for him.

There was really no time for anything.

And the fact
that there was this somebody

that was making a lot of effort

to maintain a relationship with him

and represented something else
besides the misery

that it sounded like his internship was

was hard for him to pass up.

He pretty quickly realized
that surgery wasn't for him

and switched
to a family-practice residency

in Latrobe, Pennsylvania,

in July of 2001.

And he loved it.

He said, "When you finally find
that thing

that you know is your niche,

it's worth everything in the world."

And he now wanted her to go away.

He did not invite her
to Matt's wedding.

Yeah, and she thought
she was going to be coming.

She just already had it arranged.

The morning of the wedding,

Andrew's cellphone started ringing.

And he'd answer it,
and it's Shirley.

A minute or two later, it'd ring
again, and it's her again.

Andrew got more and more upset
with her.

"What is your fucking problem?"
And he clicked off the phone.

She left 30-some-odd messages
on his phone.

His phone in his house rang,
like, 30 times.

Then his cellphone rang 30 times.

He's like, "Oh, it's her.
I don't want to talk with her."

Apparently,
Andrew had already asked Shirley

to accompany him to Karl and
Marci's wedding, October 20th,

before July.

He had broken up with her
a month before in his mind.

It sounds so easy,
but it's hard

when you're a genuine person who cares.

He didn't know
how to be a son of a bitch

because he wasn't a son of a bitch.

Shirley had been really,
like, all over Andrew.

Just acting possessive of him.

I said, "Andrew, hey,
do you want something to drink?"

and she said, "There you go,
hitting on the best man."

My jaw dropped. It had to have.
I remember going...

On the afternoon
of Saturday, November 3, 2001,

he broke up with Shirley
once and for all

over lunch at the airport
in Latrobe, Pennsylvania.

Then he put her on a plane

back to her place
in Council Bluffs, Iowa,

1,000 miles away.

I remember the morning
that Shirley showed up.

He said, "You'll never guess

who showed up on my doorstep at 5:30."

And I said, "Who?"
He said, "The psychotic bitch."

And I told him, I said,
"You know, Andrew,

when I break up with somebody
and put them on a plane

and send them 1,300 miles away,

they knock on my front door,

I'm going out the back door
and I'm calling the police."

He said, "What do you mean?"

I said, "Andrew."

I said, "Be serious.

Nobody drives 16 hours

after you've just broken up with them."

I said,
"Do not meet her in private."

He said, "What can happen?"

And he said, "I'm gonna
need to catch up with you

and we're gonna have to do
some serious talking."

I said, "Bring some beer.
I only live a block away.

When do you think you'll be done?"

He said, "Well, it's 4:30 now.

Meeting her at 6:00.

7:30, I'll be at your house."

Things people should know about Andrew.

He was never late.

And you know what?

When Andrew didn't show up at 7:30,

I knew something was very wrong.

And when I went back down at 9:00

and didn't see his car there...

I knew something was wrong.

Well, let me tell you
the events of the day.

Andrew didn't show up
for morning report.

Morning report ended around 8:00.

I went down to my office.
I called Andrew's house.

Hi.
You've reached Andrew Bagby.

Please leave a message
at the tone. Thank you.

Called his cellphone.
"Andrew, where are you at?"

No answer on either one.

As I recall,
we're getting pretty close

to 9:00 in the morning,

and Rhonda and I
and some of the residents

are starting to get a little nervous.

I remember Bill coming in

and standing in front of the television

and telling us.

One of the E.R. docs
turned to me and said,

"They found a body in scrubs
out at Keystone Park."

Dead silence fell over.

A heaviness like I've never felt.

And eventually almost everyone
was congregated there

just waiting for more news.

Rhonda got the call,
and she said to me,

"They need you in Mr. Clark's
office right now."

And I remember my heart pounding,

going up at damn near a sprint.

I opened the door,
and I remember seeing

three Pennsylvania State Police
troopers in uniform

sitting in the room.

And I said, "You're here
to tell me about Andrew Bagby."

They asked for us all to gather
in the conference room.

- And they closed the door.
- He cleared his throat.

He just walked right up
to the podium and he said...

"Andrew Bagby is dead."

I said, "Well, hell,
you don't have to look far."

They're like,
"What do you mean?"

I said, "This woman was in town.
She was here."

I said, "Find her, and I think
you'll find who did this."

A summary of the evidence
against Shirley Turner.

He was found on the morning
of Tuesday, November 6th,

laying behind his car in a parking lot

at Keystone State Park
in Derry Township, Pennsylvania.

A man walking through Keystone Park

at 6: 10 p.m. the previous
evening, November 5th,

had seen his black Toyota
Corolla parked next to an SUV.

This was 10 minutes

after he told Clark
he was going to meet Shirley.

"Meeting her at 6:00."

Shirley drove a Toyota RAV4 SUV.

He was shot five times.

In the face, the chest,

twice in the buttocks,
and in the back of the head.

He also received a blunt trauma
to the back of the head.

That didn't sound random.

That sounded like rage and vengeance.

The ammunition used
was CCI.22-caliber bullets.

There were six spent casings
and one live round

on the ground beside him.

Shirley owned a Phoenix Arms
.22-caliber handgun.

She had three lessons
with a firearms instructor

who said that at her last lesson

she was using CCI.22-caliber ammunition

and her gun malfunctioned

and would sometimes eject
live rounds onto the ground.

Then she said,
"No, I can't find it."

Then she said,
"I gave the gun to Andrew."

She claimed she was home sick all day

on Monday, November 5th.

The cellphone records show
that a phone call was made

here, here, here, and here.

While she claims to be home in bed,

she's making cellphone calls
from Chicago, Illinois,

at 7:08 and 7: 10 p.m.
on Sunday, November 4th.

Then another from South Bend, Indiana,

at 10: 19 p.m. that night.

Then another
from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania,

at 8:07 a.m. the next
morning, November 5th,

the day he was killed.

She logged on to eBay that morning

from his computer at his house.

And back again.

At 11:26 p.m. that night,

she makes another call
from Cleveland, Ohio,

clearly on her way home this time.

Then another call from Stuart, Iowa,

at 9:48 a.m. the next morning,
Tuesday, November 6th.

Then another once she got home
to Council Bluffs.

And this one's to him.

But when she realized

that she couldn't possibly
be sick in bed

when she'd been caught
making cellphone calls

from Pennsylvania and back,

she changed her story again.

Then she said, "I gave the gun
to Andrew in the parking lot,

and I saw him put it in his trunk."

And that clearly shows if she
did this, she planned it.

She is a manipulative,
deceitful planner of a murder.

In order to prove her whereabouts

when she made these phone calls,

each individual cell tower
along her 16-hour drive

had to be manually checked,

which was a process
that took almost two weeks.

While the police were uncovering
this crucial piece of evidence,

Shirley left the United States

for her home
in St. John's, Newfoundland.

We were absolutely helpless

for the whole time we were in Latrobe

after this initial nightmare.

The other residents and Andrew's...

They're Andrew friends now...

came in, sat with us,
brought us meals.

They had a sign-up sheet at the
hospital to bring us a dinner

and sit and cry with us

and listen to us and cry some more.

Great people.

The whole hospital grieved.
It was profound.

Just picture the masses
that just came out for that.

From memorials
in Newfoundland to California

to England.

- To St. Louis.
- To Latrobe.

I'm so proud to say
that I loved him so very much.

I'd be happy if I had 1/10
the people care 1/2 about me

as much as they did Andrew.

I know at the point
we had the memorial service,

she was back in Canada.

She was there at the memorial
service that we had here.

She broke down crying
during the service

and sobbing really loud,

and, you know, I wonder if it
wasn't all just for a show.

And then fear at that point for,
you know, Heather's safety.

She came up

and sort of butted one
of my friends out beside me

and said just awful things

and, obviously,
I cared a lot more about him

than he ever cared about me.

And I definitely
wasn't important in his life.

Got an e-mail from Shirley.

A horrible, scathing e-mail.

It was all basically,

I was nothing,
and she was everything.

How wonderful their love was
and how that'll never die now.

To try to lure her
back to the United States,

Shirley was invited to the
memorial service in California,

but she didn't take the bait.

So, finally, she was charged.

She was arrested
in St. John's, Newfoundland,

on December 12, 2001,

and was let go on bail
the very same day.

And then this flight risk.

It seemed to me common sense
that if she isn't

in the jurisdiction
where they want her, she's fled.

Crown Prosecutor Mike Madden
did not even argue

against her release on bail

and instead entered the courtroom

with an agreement already
in place for her release.

Pending the next hearing

in the extradition process
to the United States,

all Justice David Russell
required Shirley to do

was post $75,000 in sureties.

$65,000 of this was posted
by her personal psychiatrist,

but I'll come back to him.

Turn in her passports,

sign in once a week
at the local police station,

promise not to leave Newfoundland,

and avoid contact with these people.

And with that,
the government of Canada

let a probable pre-meditated
first-degree murderer

walk the streets.

- I thought it was crazy.
- Should never be.

- Should never have been.
- I thought it was insane.

Who the hell is the system protecting?

I could not believe this was happening.

But the most unbelievable part
was when we found out about you.

Kurt, this is Matt Oetinger.

I just got a call from Mrs. Bagby.

The abbreviated version is
what's her bucket, that bitch,

held a press conference

and announced she's 4 months pregnant

with Andrew's baby.

They can't prove it
until the child's born.

If it is true, the Bagbys
are going to sue for custody.

My movie now took on
a whole new meaning.

It was no longer just my search
for what was left of your dad.

It might be the only way you
could one day go back in time,

see, and get to know him.

This is a time machine.

Yes.
A time machine.

And I vowed to collect
every memory for you

before they were gone.

So, finally, I set off.
First, I would go to England

to interview your grandma's
side of the family for you.

Then I'd return to the U.S.

to do an epic road trip
across North America.

I'd start on the west coast
of California and motor east,

stopping to interview all of
your dad's friends and family

along the way.

And I would keep driving
until the land ran out

in St. John's, Newfoundland,

the eastern-most point
in all of North America,

where the last living piece
of Andrew, you,

would be waiting for me.

I grabbed a digital video camera,

a 16mm wind-up movie camera,
and an old Nikon.

I have a good idea.

I'll go back in time
and stop you from dying.

And set off on a quest
to bring your dad back to life.

And while I raced to rescue
your history,

your grandma and grandpa
quit their jobs,

dug into their savings,
and gave up everything

to move to Newfoundland
to fight for your future.

I met Kate and David
in the spring of 2002.

I'll never forget it.

They needed a lawyer to assist them

in making sure that their rights

and the baby's rights
were protected, I guess.

I instantly liked them.

I thought that it was so important

that they have a relationship
with that child.

Our lawyer Jackie
went to see Betty Day,

an administrator somewhere
in the hierarchy

of Child Protective Services,

and told her that we,
the Bagbys,

are concerned
about the safety of the baby

because the mother is accused
of a pre-meditated murder.

To me, I thought they were
very emotionally intelligent

in how they were bearing up

under all of this incredible stress.

You know,
that was a Sunday afternoon.

The next morning,

they had to sit in the courtroom
and look at her.

When your grandma and grandpa
first arrived in Canada,

they were told,
"The law is slow."

And they weren't kidding.

February 15th.

Prosecutor Mike Madden acknowledged

that the extradition request
had been received.

They adjourned until March 11th,

when they decided they'd reconvene

to select a date
for the extradition hearing

on March 25th,
where they decided

to set the date
for the extradition hearing

for May 27th, where they got
caught up debating

the French-versus-English translations

of Section 32 of the Extradition Act,

and decided to adjourn

for a specific translation
until June 11th,

a hearing which lasted five minutes,

at which Judge Derek Green

said he wasn't in a position
to rule on the translation

and they would adjourn again
until July 30th.

And while they waited for
justice and for you to arrive,

your grandma and grandpa made
a new home and new friends.

They made friends all over St. John's.

People in the legal community,
the medical community.

But here at St. Michael's,

yeah, they got right in there
and got right involved.

It seems like they've always been here.

Basically, they have more
friends in Newfoundland now

than we do.

Well,
it's a very small province.

The land mass is as big as...

Well, maybe not quite as big
as California,

but not far off.

And yet we only have 530,000 population

scattered over that land mass.

You can't go anywhere in St. John's

without running into somebody you know.

I mean, it's the oldest city
in North America.

It's a very safe place, I think.

The big drawback against living here

is getting out of here.

The weather here is terrible.
The weather is awful.

We have 8 months of winter
and 4 months of bad weather.

And the other very consistent
thing that I hear

is that the people are so friendly.

How would you describe them

to someone who had
never met them before?

Oh, do you have an hour?

I was hoping you would ask me
about Kate and David,

who are very...

Young at heart.

Childish.
That's not the right word.

He's an engineer
in the truest sense of the word.

The guy likes Pintos, okay?

Logical.

Does things in steps,
logical steps.

Comparing Andrew as a teenager
and Dave as a teenager,

- they're almost twins.
- He's the older model.

- It was wonderful.
- It was wonderful.

He always calls you "mate,"
his father does."Mate."

"How you doing, mate?"

And Kate calls you "love."

Oh, I thought she was feisty.

Like a little ball of fire.

She's so tiny, and then
big things come out of her.

It's great if she's on your side

because she'll always stand
up for what she believes in

and those that she loves.

They're a rare pair.

They were from the start.

In itself, it's quite a story,
their marriage, you know.

I was going to come here
for the two years,

then I was going on to Australia
for two years,

work my way around the world.

And then I was going back to Devon.

And I wasn't going to get married

because that was not on my list
of things to do at all.

I was in the Navy,

stationed on an aircraft
carrier, the Hornet,

in Long Beach, California.

A guy came into the shop
one day, E.T., electronics shop,

and said he had two English nurses

who wanted to go to Disneyland.

We were too cheap to pay the fare.

Yeah, two cheap English nurses.

And I took the little one

and left him with the tall one.

And, uh, they didn't work out
so well, but we did.

We went out 13 times
in the first two weeks.

And he could quote Shakespeare,
by the way,

so I knew it was all right.

Five months later, I'm married.

So we moved down to San Diego
and started working on a baby.

But nothing happened.

We tried to get pregnant
for a year, two years,

with no result.

At some point, they mentioned
that they might adopt.

And then, I mean,
it was like a miracle.

Coming to St. Louis and sleeping
in my mother's bedroom

seemed to make people pregnant.

And then, of course,
Andrew didn't come.

He was two weeks late.

Things people should know about Andrew.

He was never late.

Hi. It's Heather.
It's 9:00 Thursday.

Shirley went into labor
around 3:00 in the afternoon,

Newfoundland time.

On July 18, 2002, you were born.

Shirley named you
Zachary Andrew Turner.

You grandma and grandpa came
to the hospital to see you,

but Shirley wouldn't let them
in the door.

The stood five feet away from
you on the other side of a wall.

They left a gift for you.

Well,
your dad was an amazing person.

You're gonna get such a broad range

of different perspectives of this guy.

You're gonna know
what his character was like

and you're gonna know
what fun he was to be with

and you're gonna know
that you can be proud of him.

I flew to England
to collect the memories

of your grandma's side
of the family for you

and arrived just in time
for a very special occasion.

Well, we're on the eve
of my wedding, for a start.

It's been a bit hectic.

We're just trying to fit this interview

in between all of the preparations.

Your dad crossed the Atlantic to
come here almost every summer,

but instead of heading to the
tourist attractions in London

like everyone else,

he'd head to the outskirts

to spend time
with his grandparents, aunts,

uncles, and cousins.

He was a king to me, man.
Seriously, man.

And, in particular,
with his cousin John.

The main thing, I guess,
about being an only child

is that I get to choose my brothers.

Others of you don't.
Sorry.

John, me brother, and Andrew

were born within a month of each other.

In fact, I think
it was about 30 seconds

of the normal child,
"Who are you? Who are you?"

And then suddenly, snap,
that was it.

We often said at least
they would have each other

through life.

John would always have Andrew,

and Andrew would always have John.

For me, kind of blur
into this haze of me and Andrew

running around castles,
country homes, gardens.

I mean, these fantastic
historical places.

And, to us, they were places
to play hide and seek,

buy water pistols,
shoot each other,

and then get told off and thrown out.

The interesting thing always was,

just like the cultural differences

between someone coming from the U.S.

and someone in the U.K.

That used to really bug me,

the fact that I knew he was
going to get "Star Wars"

kind of 6 months before me,
that was a killer.

'Cause, you know, it'd be like,

"Don't you dare tell me anything
about this film!"

He was almost kind of, as well,
my kind of chaperone

into discovering the U.S.,
really.

You hear people discriminate
against a whole country

just in one fell swoop.

But I was fortunate enough to
know very differently to that.

I really cherish that,

because it is my brother
that got married here tonight.

Bizarrely enough,
one of the things

is I always wanted Andrew
to be my best man at my wedding.