Fatal Attraction

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Grainger, for the ones who get it done. I didn't see it coming.
It was shocking. I had a bad feeling.
She did say he has a gun, and I'm afraid he might use it. A story of sand, sunsets, and fatal attraction.
She had so much to give. She would make everybody feel special.
Successful at everything except love. Then she found him.
She said she felt so good in his arms. He was handsome, sophisticated, and crazy about her.
There was talk of marriage. Then suddenly, there was talk of trouble.
She was frightened enough not to go home. She had fear that something would happen to her.
It did. My sister, she's not answering her phone.
How did love go so wrong? In a surprising twist, it would take not one, but two trials to discover the truth. All of a sudden, he wasn't convicted of killing my sister anymore.
Nantucket, Massachusetts, a gorgeous smudge of an island off the coast of Cape Cod.

It's simple and elegant in a way that says serious money.

The beaches are pristine, the food phenomenal,

and the shopping? Pack your credit cards.

As a setting for romance with its surf, sunsets, and sea breezes,

Nantucket is 50 shades of fabulous.

But then the fog rolls in,

dense, mysterious, and everything changes.

Suddenly, it seems anything is possible in this moody place. Maybe even sinister things.
911, the slot is recorded. State your emergency.
Hi, we've got an emergency. My sister, she's not answering her phone.
It was Monday, October 25, 2004. A gray day.
Officer Daniel Furtado of the Nantucket Police Department was on patrol when the car radio crackled at about 1.15 in the afternoon. A call had come in.
She was supposed to leave and pick up my son at daycare. She won't answer her cell phone.
Okay, I'm going to send someone over right now. It was a routine matter, or so it seemed.
Furtado was dispatched to check it out. He met his partner at Pawthorne Lane.
There were two houses on the property. Both were owned by longtime Island resident Barbara Kodalak.
I said, excuse me, are you Miss Elizabeth Lochtefeld? And she said, no, she's over there and pointed towards the cottage. The officers walked to the cottage and knocked.
No answer. It was the first hint of trouble.
I moved around to the bay window and I looked in, at which time I saw someone laying on the ground. Furtado was looking at a crime scene.
I turned towards Sergeant Coakley and I told him that we had somebody down inside. Furtado's partner kicked in the door.
The body was on the living room floor. A woman stabbed to death.
Furtado had never seen anything like it and was hit by a wave of fierce emotions. From shock to awe to fright, that's pretty much how it went.
And then the police training kicked in. Adrenaline surging, the cops pulled their weapons.
Our immediate thought was to draw our weapon for our safety. So with weapons drawn, we proceeded to clear the house.
It was all clear, but horrifying. There were signs of a struggle, blood in a bedroom and in the living room by the body.
Officer Furtado radioed in. I made the comments, just get here.
It was Furtado's first homicide. But if he was a stranger to homicide, so was Nantucket.
There hadn't been a murder on the island for two decades. It doesn't happen here.
It can't happen here. And that was kind of the way it was up until that day.
Her name was Elizabeth Lochtefeld, but everyone called her Beth, and she was an unlikely victim. She was 44 years old, a successful businesswoman from New York who'd sold her company for a tidy profit and moved to this Nantucket cottage just months before.
Beth had this incredible gift of making people feel comfortable around her. Beth's brother, Tom Lochtefeld.
I would be with her. We would go into the store to run an errand.
She'd be chatting up the clerk at the counter, getting into a conversation. I'd be like, come on, Beth, let's go.
Yeah. So what are you doing? Smart, vibrant, adventurous, Beth was certainly all that and more.
But what Tom remembers most is her way with people. It sounds like your sister made the other person feel better, bigger, you know, more loved.
It's a gift. She would make everybody feel special.
The third of five children, Beth was raised in Peekskill, New York, about 50 miles north of New York City. My mom stayed home, cared for us.
My dad was home at 5.30 for dinner at six o'clock. But when school was out, the family headed to Nantucket, where Beth's father, John Lochtefeld, was a well-known local artist.
And for years, if it was summer, Beth was on the island. She was game for everything.
Leslie Costello met Beth more than three decades ago. They were freshmen together at the University of Notre Dame.
The last time that she was in California, we were going to go out surfing. And I said, Beth, I think she'd never surfed before, and she'd boogie boarded plenty.
I said, you know, you might have more fun boogie boarding. She said, oh, no.
She wanted to go out surfing. And I said, Beth, I think you probably, she'd never surfed before, and she was, she'd boogie boarded plenty.
I said, you know, you might have more fun boogie boarding. She said, oh no.
She wanted to go for it. I want to go for it.
I want to learn to surf. So off she was, you know, always willing and wanting to embrace a new experience with joy.
After college, Beth settled in New York and started her own company. In this video, she talked about those early days.
Hard work. You work your fingers to the bone.
Your nose to the grindstone. It's about blood, sweat, and tears.
She chose a tough gig, helping architects navigate New York's Byzantine building regulations. That seems like the kind of business for a tough, savvy, hard-edged type woman.
It doesn't sound like the woman you're describing, really. Oh, you know what? She was enormously successful because she was hardworking and she was honest.
You know, she shined and people just could trust her. But it sounds like there was just one part of her life that was missing.
Just love, finding someone to spend her life with. Did she talk about that? She did want a family.
In early September 2004, that dream suddenly seemed to be within reach. She was thinking this could be the guy.
Absolutely. It was Labor Day weekend, a sunny day on Nantucket.
Bernadette called her friend Beth. I said, hi, hi.
And I said, you know what? I think I'm looking at your future husband right now. And she said, really? And I said, yeah.
And she said, I'll be right over. Bernadette Feeney had only known Beth for a few months.
Not long, but long enough. She told me she'd been successful in every part of her life, except for love.
So when Bernadette's old friend Tom Tulin came to stay at her Nantucket home, she introduced him to Beth. It was a connection.
It was electric. The minute she walked in, it was like, whoa.
Beth had finally met Mr. Right.
But people aren't always what they seem to be or pretend to be.

There was a lot to like about Beth's new beau, but there was also something a little troubling,

especially after he met Beth's friends. She said something like, they thought you were

really sophisticated and, you know, charming. And he said under his breath, boy, I really

should have been an actor. When Dateline continues.
In September 2004, Beth Lochtefeld was a woman in love. Her brother Tom remembers exuberant phone calls about the new man in her life.
Of course, she was over the top. I met this guy, friend of a friend.
And of course, I had learned after many of those phone calls to try not to get too excited for her. At 37, Tom Tulin was a walking, talking, swoon machine, tall, broad-shouldered, preppy.
And Beth had a lot in common with him. He liked literature.
He liked music. He was good-looking.
He came from a Catholic family whose parents were still married 30 years later. That was a big attraction for Beth.
She saw someone who she thought was like-minded, I guess. In many ways, yes.
Tom Toulin's childhood friend, Bernadette Feeney, had introduced the couple. Bernadette had known Tom since he was a toddler.
They'd grown up in the same apartment building in Brooklyn, New York. He was four years younger and the same age as my brother.
So he always felt like a little brother to me. And we were, I can't even tell you how close we were.
Tom went to private school, then Columbia University. After college, he sold cars for a while, then landed a job as a broker at Smith Barney.
Other jobs in finance followed, including a stint as a bank executive on Wall Street. He seemed to have it all with charm to spare.
She'd call me on the corner of some corner of saying, oh my gosh, I'm just waiting for him here. I just have to thank you.
This is unbelievable. We're having so much fun.
Tom was smitten too from day one. He just said, my gosh, she's a great gal.
I mean, she's an amazing gal. Even though Tom lived in New York and Beth in Nantucket, they started seeing each other regularly.
Beth, at 44, was eager for marriage and a family. Very soon, there was talk of rings, although Beth's brother says it was mainly Tom doing the talking.
As a matter of fact, it's my understanding that that first day he said, I'm going to marry you. And she was like, yeah, right.
Beth may have hesitated as she learned more about her new man. He told her he'd had drinking problems.
But for Bernadette Feeney playing Cupid, Tom's drinking hardly seemed like a deal breaker. I knew that he had a drinking problem.
Regardless, I know a million people with drinking problems. Other friends had misgivings.
Louis Guarnaccia taught Beth Japanese martial arts on Nantucket, and she confided in him. She says, well, I met somebody.
I says, oh, that's great. And she says, but he smokes and drinks.
I go, wow, Beth, that doesn't sound like a good mix for you. And she says, well, he's a little crazy.
And then she had to subdue. She's, well, I'm a little crazy too.
If she was making excuses for him, she had her reasons. She said she felt so good in his arms.
He was so protective. She told me this is the first time in 15 years I'm with a man that wants to be with me.
And besides, Beth was a fixer.

When she would date guys, a lot of times she would say to herself,

well, he'd be really great except for this, but I think we can work on that.

No surprise then that Beth decided to work on Tom's drinking problem with him.

I believe, yes, she was trying to help him dry out.

And he told her he wanted to stop and he wanted to dry out. Two weeks after they met, Beth and Tom flew to California together.
Tom, who was now working as an investment consultant, had meetings there, and Beth decided to tag along. It was their first extended trip together.
And for Beth, it was an eye-opener. Now she saw things she could not dismiss.
He's a mess, she said. He couldn't get on the plane.
They missed the plane. I said, what was he doing? What do you mean? She said, I just stood back and watched him, and he was just walking in circles in the hotel room, smoking cigarettes, not packed, just a mess.
Beth wanted to introduce Tom to her friends on the West Coast. Top of the list was Leslie Costello, Beth's college friend.
Leslie lives in San Diego, and she was eager to meet Beth's new beau. But she was less than impressed.
He was distant and very formal, and I didn't understand him. The trip ended badly.
They were in a taxi and he had a temper tantrum. And I guess she said, let us off here or whatever she said, he turned and he like really yelled at her.
And she said it was like a little bit scary. And he was drinking.
She said he had had eight beers by the time he even got to the airport and got on the plane. Bernadette says that on the way home, Tom asked Beth what her friends thought of him.
He said something chilling during the exchange that followed, something that troubled her so much she told Bernadette about it right away. He said, what did they say about me? And she said something like, they thought you were really sophisticated and, you know, charming and this and that.
And he said under his breath, boy, I really should have been an actor. And she said that just went right into her gut.
It was at that point, perhaps, that she began asking, who was the real Tom Tulin? She told family and friends that she was going to give the relationship the four seasons test to see how things stood in a year. But it was becoming clear that Tom Tulin was not inclined to let one season pass, let alone four.
Coming up, a troubled relationship becomes a terrifying one. Why she didn't leave that next day, I'm not exactly sure.
When Dateline continues.

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In October 2004, Beth Lochtefeld went to New York to be with her boyfriend, Tom Tulin. By then, the two had been dating for six weeks, but the relationship was fraying.
Beth was beginning to see a troubling side of this new guy, and she had started to give him ultimatums. He'd start drinking, and then he'd get really ugly.
She would just say that you're a good guy, but when you're drinking, you're an idiot and you need to decide between alcohol and me. And he would, you know, apologize and say, you know, I choose you and I want you.
I, you know, I don't want the alcohol. That week, Beth invited her brother to meet her boyfriend.
Perhaps she wanted his take on Tom. First impression, you see him walk in.
Well, he had longish blonde hair, sort of combed back and a double-breasted blue blazer on. He looked like something off of, you know, the love boat Captain Steubing, you know? But very pompous, very, I don't know.
He seemed fake to me. That night, over dinner, Beth's brother kept asking Tom Tulin what he did for a living.
And he couldn't really tell me, to my satisfaction, what he did. Oh, I'm an investor, this, that.
Well, what do you invest in? And then he couldn't really give me an answer. Beth's brother says Tulin was drinking during dinner, but not to excess.
Afterwards, Tulin and Beth headed back to his apartment. And on the way home, Beth told friends something shocking happened.
She'd seen him drunk. She'd seen him angry, but she'd never seen her new boyfriend like this.
He'd put her into a headlock and was walking down the street saying, I want to beat your head in. She shared with me, you know, I went back to his apartment to just get my Palm Pilot and my cell phone and get out of there, and I wonder if I shouldn't have just left that stuff behind and left at that moment.
Little did Beth know that Tulin had apparently been aggressive with at least one other woman after he'd had a few drinks. I thought, wow, flowers, how nice.
You know, I, this is a really, he's such a gentleman. Becky Hammons, who was working as a bartender at a New York sports bar, dated Tulin once.
We had plans to go to dinner at the New York Athletic Club, and I thought, well, that's nice. That's a nice date.
But it didn't turn out that way. Dinner was pleasant.
Then came drinks. That's when he accused me of being lascivious with the bartender because I was just having a conversation with the bartender.
They got into a cab to go home, and Becky says Tulin tried to grope her. When they reached her street, she didn't wait around.
I jumped out and I ran. I literally ran across the street.
And now, four years later, Beth Lochtefeld was in a frightening situation with the same man. But that night, instead of grabbing her stuff from Tulin's apartment when she got there, Beth stayed.
And Leslie says Beth later told her that things went from bad to terrible. And then he got very violent with her that night, and he sexually assaulted her.
And I think that Beth was probably sort of in a state of and it's it's a confusing thing when it's somebody that you're supposedly close to violates you my guess is that she was just probably in a state of shock and why she didn't leave that next day I'm not exactly exactly sure. By Friday, October 22nd, two days after the dinner with her brother, Beth had decided to leave New York.
Friends and family say it was clear that she intended to call it quits with Tulin. She'd even left a message at her brother's Connecticut home saying she was coming to spend the night.
But by now, something else was becoming clear. Tom Tulin was not going to let Beth go.
He wouldn't leave her, and he followed her, and she said, we ended up in the Metropolitan, and she said, I was standing there in front of this painting, and it was an incredibly dark painting, thinking, this painting reminds me of Tom Tulin. As bizarre as it sounds, that was the moment, Beth later told Leslie, that Tom Tulin picked to propose to her.
He chose the most public place possible, a gallery in this world-famous museum, the Metropolitan Museum of Art. He'd proposed to Beth before, but never like this.
He pulls this ring out, gets on his knees, proposes to her again. And she said, I was not, she didn't feel safe enough to say no.
She knew she was in a dangerous situation. So she said to him, I need more time.
She was like so upset because he said, you know, it's now or never. And her response to him was...
Then it has to be never.

And these were words right out of Beth's mouth.

Beth rushed out of the museum.

Tulin pursued her.

He was screaming, I'm going to go get drunk with my friends.

She was just going to go back, get her stuff, and get out.

And he, at the last minute, hopped in the cab with her.

And they ended up back at his apartment.

At some point that night, Beth called her brother. In retrospect, he says, she sounded terrified.
Her words were very measured. She was talking very slowly and enunciating very clearly, unlike her.
And she kept saying, I'm here with Tom in the city, and we're trying to work things out. And I didn't even think to ask her, are you OK? Or cough twice if you're in trouble or something like that.
He had no idea his sister was in danger. I was sort of tired.
I didn't want to deal with the breaking up, making up kind of thing. Later, from family and friends, he would learn the horrifying details of Beth's ordeal that night.
It's my understanding that he was holding her at gunpoint. Beth's brother says he has no proof of that or other details of exactly what went on that night, but he's pieced together a story from various accounts.
He held her captive. She tried to get away.
He was either drunk or tired, and he ended up, she was laying down on the bed. He ended up laying on her legs to, and then going to sleep or passing out himself.
To prevent her from leaving? Yeah, at which point she slipped out and slipped away. And I understand that she didn't even want to use the elevator because she was afraid the ding might wake him up.
So she ended up taking the stairs. It was around 4 a.m.
when Beth managed to escape from the apartment. Where was she going to go? I know she just wanted to get away.
She was going straight to LaGuardia to get the next flight to Nantucket and get away and get back to her home. It was now Saturday, October 23rd.
At 8 a.m., Beth called her brother. It would be the last time the two spoke.
She mentioned that she had broken up with him and that he had called her about 50 times since on her cell phone and the guy wouldn't stop calling her. And did that raise any alarm bells with you? No, it didn't raise any alarm bells.
Just a guy who's heartbroken. Yeah.
So I was thinking, well, she's going to go up to Nantucket.

It's all going to be over and everything's going to be fine.

Except that was not going to happen.

Tragedy was two short days away.

Coming up, a surprise visitor and a panicked phone call.

He just said to me, Barbara, lock your door.

Don't go out.

I'm calling the police. When Dateline continues.
After a terrifying night when she was held captive in Tom Tulin's New York apartment, Beth Lochtefeld had managed to escape and get home to Nantucket, her island refuge. She called her friend Leslie the morning she got back.
But she did say he has a gun, and I'm afraid he might use it. I'm not going to stay here tonight.
I'm going to go spend the night at my brother's house. That same day, Saturday, October 23rd, Beth stopped by the Nantucket Police Department to ask about filing a restraining order.
For her to get to the point of even stopping at the police department, that probably tells you all you need to know about what was going on inside of her. Yeah, yeah, I would think so.
I mean, I think she had very well-founded fears, especially after the incident in New York where he held her captive. But Beth did not file the paperwork.

She spent that night and the next at her brother Peter's home. She was frightened enough not to go home.
I would have to say she had fear that something would happen to her. On Monday, October 25th, Beth returned to her cottage in the morning, collected Tom Toulon's clothes, parceled them up, and mailed them back to him.
She returned to the cottage and chatted with her landlady, Barbara Kodalak. It was just after 10.30.
She came in the yard and we were talking in the driveway. She's going to do some work on her computer and we were going to meet again around 1 o'clock.
Beth went inside the cottage to work. And that's really, that's the last I saw of Beth.
Barbara continued to garden. A short time later, she was filling a wheelbarrow when suddenly she heard a voice behind her.
And the voice said, is there anyone here in this house? And I just turned around and looked up and I looked right at him. The man, oddly dressed for Nantucket in a hat and long overcoat, was inquiring about Beth Lochtefeld's cottage.
And I said, I don't know. Something about him bothered her.
Because I knew Beth had been seeing someone, and I think she more or less told me that I think it's over. And I said, oh, I guess this is the boyfriend has come back.

He moved toward the cottage door.

Barbara went to her house to have lunch, but she was uneasy.

And as I said, it was an intuition.

Barbara says she called Beth's brother, Peter, but couldn't reach him. She says she called Beth's parents and couldn't reach them either.

She knew Beth was planning to pick up her nephew before 1 p.m., but Beth's car did not move. And then she noticed the shades in Beth's bedroom windows had been drawn.
I had a bad feeling. I had a bad feeling.
She called Peter Lochtefeld again, and this time she reached him. I told him that there was someone in the yard, and I think it's Beth's boyfriend.

And he just said to me, Barbara, lock your door.

Don't go out.

I'm calling the police.

911, he's come to Nantucket.

He's at her house now.

She won't answer her cell phone.

It was then that Sergeant Daniel Furtado of the Nantucket Police arrived at the cottage

and with his partner made the discovery. Beth Lochtefeld's body on the living room floor.
It was just weeks after she thought she'd found the love of her life and dreamed of a new beginning. For the Lochtefeld family, life would never be the same.
What did you lose on that day? I would have to say I lost probably my best friend in confidence aside from my wife. She was my closest sibling.
We always got along really well. Leslie Costello got a call that same day.
When you heard the news, how was it told to you? He killed her. And I remember just being in shock.
I didn't see it coming. I didn't know it was coming.
I was in, it was shocking. You knew exactly who the he was? Oh yeah.
Yeah. I did.
Tom Tulin was arrested within hours of the murder,

picked up in Rhode Island, driving a rented car

with bottles of beer and vodka in the car with him,

his bloody clothes in a bag on the back seat.

The Rhode Island State Police videotaped his arrest

and recorded his voice in the cruiser.

Can I be told why I'm in this situation, sir? Tulin was held without bail and arraigned a month later. Bernadette Feeney was in the courtroom.
She could barely contain herself. It was the reality hitting me.
Sitting there that this happened. This really happened.
And he walked in and it was like they were bringing in, you know, King Kong, like a monster, you know. And I felt it's just, you know, like it was my fault, you know, and she's gone.
Tulin was charged with first degree murder and assault and battery with a dangerous weapon. He pleaded not guilty.

Ahead lay a trial and explosive revelations

about a man finally stripped bare of all pretense.

Coming up, what seemed like an open-and-shut case was anything but.

It's like the perfect storm.

Have all of these swirling together inside this man's head. When Dateline continues.
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In June 2007, while tourists wandered through old Nantucket town looking for souvenirs, Tom Tulin went on trial for the murder of Beth Lochtefeld in a courthouse in the center of town. He'd pleaded not guilty.
All rise. The defendant was as smartly turned out as ever, looking like the successful executive he'd long wanted to be.
The sort of guy who'd fit right in on this tony island. But the defense would argue that Tulin's polished exterior was nothing more than a facade for a profoundly troubled man.
They wouldn't say that he did not kill Beth Lochtefeld, but they would argue that he shouldn't go to prison for it.

He was, they said, not guilty by reason of insanity.

Toulin's attorney, Kevin Reddington, began by hinting at the turmoil that lurked within Tom Toulin.

See Tom Toulin? Looks good. He's got a suit on and a tie.

He has a slicked back. Certainly, someone may say, this will look crazy to me.
But the Master of the Universe Act was just that, Reddington declared. An act.
Because Tom Toulon was a mess plagued not just by alcohol abuse, but drug addiction too. His drink of choice would be absolute vodka right out of the bottle.
Drink a fifth a day. He was on the prescriptions legally.
He was taking them illegal. When Beth broke up with him, Reddington told the court Toulin snapped the drinking and drugging and even deeper troubles, all of them combined, to push him over the edge.
The evidence will show that Thomas Toulin was suffering from a mental disease, a defect at the time of this incident, that he was well within our legal definition of insane. And who better to tell the jury about the defendant's demons than the defendant's mother? My name is Dolores Toulon.
She recited the sorry facts of her son's life. At some point, was it apparent to you that he had an alcohol problem? Yes, I would say when he was 16, 17.
His battle with drugs. Did you know if he had occasion to make purchases from places other than drug stores? He got some prescriptions from the Internet.
She told the court that she and her husband tried to straighten him out, sending him to rehab several times, beginning in 1999. And how long was he in Hazleton for? A month.
Now to describe Toulin State in the days before the murder. Did you at some point receive a phone call from your son? Yes.
She described a conversation with her son two days before the murder. He was inconsolable over the breakup with Beth.
And he said, she's gone. She's gone.
She's taken all her stuff. She just, he said, I was asleep, and she just left.

The next day, Sunday, the Tulans went to Manhattan to see their son.

He was in terrible shape.

His whole body exuded, you know, the smell of alcohol.

The defense believed that established Tulan State in the days before the murder.

Now, for the day itself. When Tulan was picked up in Rhode Island hours after the murder, he had been drinking.
Sobriety tests later put him at twice the legal limit. Multiply that by six.
A forensic toxicologist doing some complicated calculations estimated that at the time of the murder, Tulin's blood alcohol alcohol level was 0.30. The 0.30, where does that fit in? That fits in the next level above confusion to the stupor phase.
So the defense argued Toulin was profoundly impaired at the time of the murder, and that was just from the drinking. Add in the drugs.
How much did drugs play in Tom Tulin's life?

He would take whatever drugs that he could get his hands on.

Such as?

Methamphetamines, benzodiazepine, Paxil, Zoloft.

There was more.

The defense revealed that Tulin had spent years fighting depression

and obsessive compulsive disorder,

that in the late 80s he'd attempted suicide. And finally, the defense was ready for its knockout punch.
I would call Dr. Donald Davidoff.
A neuropsychologist. My opinion is that he has profound frontal executive dysfunction.
Davidoff testified that years of substance abuse had brought about that mental defect. Because of it, Toulon could not control his impulses, and so the defense argued he could not be held criminally responsible for the murder.
It's like the perfect storm. You have the frontal lobe defect, persons unable to control their emotions and the executive function, coupled with the lowering of the inhibitions through the alcohol.
You have all of these swirling together inside this man's head. The prosecutor's job was to blow that argument away, to argue that Tom Tulin knew exactly what he was doing when he murdered Beth Lochtefeld, that he was so enraged by the breakup

that he planned and carried out a cold, calculated killing.

The Commonwealth will present to you, ladies and gentlemen, a timeline.

As evidence of premeditation, prosecutor Brian Glennie told the court that on the night before

the murder, security guards at New York's LaGuardia Airport stopped Tulan from boarding

a plane to

Nantucket because he was carrying a 10-inch knife. When asked about the knife, Toulon offered a series

of stories. He said that he forgot it was in there.
He had it to cut a birthday cake. He was having

lunch with his sister in Nantucket and that she wanted him to bring a knife. The prosecutor

presented evidence to show that the next morning,

Tulin boarded another plane bound for Nantucket, this time without a knife.

But when he landed, he went shopping for knives.

Tulin may have been drinking that day, the prosecutors argued,

but he was used to consuming quantities of alcohol and drugs without showing it.

And the prosecutor called witnesses who would testify that Tulin didn't seem drunk. That's what the clerk who sold him the knives testified.
I would say he was sober. And the rental car agent at the Nantucket airport.
Did he seem intoxicated to you at that time? No. Would you have rented a car to him if he appeared to be intoxicated to you? Not likely.
The prosecutor played a surveillance tape from the airport at Hyannis, Massachusetts. Toulin flew into the airport after the murder, arriving at about 1.15.
Jurors could see him renting a car, walking out to get it, and driving away in a gray Chevrolet Impala. You're able to see how he's walking, and he's not falling, he's not stumbling.

The persons that are interacting with him are interacting with him in no more way.

And there was audio of Tulin in the back of the state trooper's cruiser

after he was arrested in Rhode Island.

Please tell me what's going on.

So we'll discuss it when we get back to the guards. The prosecutor argued Tulin was coherent.
He was capable of thinking clearly and of distinguishing right from wrong, despite the alcohol. Dr.
Martin Kelly, please. And the prosecution also had a forensic psychiatrist whom they thought would deliver their own knockout punch.
We were able to form an opinion concerning the criminal responsibility of Thomas Toulon III on or about October 25th of 2004 in respect to the killing of Beth Loctefeld. On that date, he did not have a mental disease or defect.
And so the prosecutor told told the jury, Tom Tulin was criminally responsible when he stabbed Beth Lochtefeld to death. The testimony took nine days in all.
As the summer arrived on Nantucket, the surf and sea beguiling visitors, the stores beckoning shoppers, inside the Nantucket Superior Court, the jury in Toulon's

murder trial got the case. Coming up, the end of the trial.
Is the defendant guilty or not guilty? But not the end of the story, when Dateline continues. The jury in the Tom Toulon trial took five hours to reach a verdict.
Do you get butterflies every time? Yes, you do. As family members and jurors returned to their seats, the courtroom suddenly seemed too small for a big drama.
You can hear a pin drop in the courtroom. The emotion is palpable.
palpable. I think, obviously, it's high stakes.
Madam Ford Person has a jury agreed punt verdict. High stakes with subtle hints.
You can tell, you know, if the court officers surround the defendant, you know, you figure things aren't going that well. Let's say Madam Ford Person, is the defendant guilty or not guilty? Guilty.
Guilty of first-degree murder, guilty of assault and battery with a dangerous weapon, a stoic Tom Tulin, a distraught mother, and no rejoicing from the victim's family. We are relieved that this troubled and vengeful and dangerous man can never harm another innocent person.
Tom Tulin was sentenced to life in prison, and that's where things stood for four years. But in August of 2011, everything changed.
The Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court overturned Tom Tulin's conviction. The court said there were flaws in the jury selection process and ordered a new trial.
The trial got underway in June 2013, this time at a courthouse on the mainland in Barnstable, Massachusetts. For the Lochtefeld family, going through it a second time was deeply disappointing and worrying.
All of a sudden, he wasn't convicted of killing my sister anymore, and he was, as far as I was concerned. But for Tom Tulaney, it was an incredible second chance.
This time, the defendant looked thinner than he had during the first trial. And this time, a new defense attorney argued the case.
This is not a whodunner. This is not a where, when, how case.
This is a why case. Robert Sheketoff opened with an admission that the first defense team never made explicitly, that Tulin did kill Beth Lochtefeld.
What the jury had to decide was why. uphill battle on his hands.
The real question is, is anyone willing to let somebody who's done something this horrific, quote unquote, off the hook because of the problem with their drug abuse, alcohol abuse and underlying mental issues? The prosecutor, Brian Glennie, had the gloves off once again. 52 days, ladies and gentlemen, 52 days from the time Elizabeth Beth Lochtefeld met Thomas Tulin until he stabbed her 23 times until she died.
Glennie told this new set of jurors just what he said during the first trial, that Tom Tulin knew exactly what he was doing the day he killed Beth Lochtefeld. It was a choice that he

made knowing it was wrong and he understood that at the time and he still chose to do it. That's what criminal responsibility is.
This time the trial was considerably shorter and this time when the jurors went out to deliberate they were back the same day. The defendant Thomas E.
Tulin is charged with murder. Is he not guilty or is he guilty?

The jury has Thomas E. Toulon, is charged with murder.
Is he not guilty or is he guilty? The jury has found him guilty. Guilty of what, please? First degree murder.
Guilty again on all counts and stoicism from the defendant sentenced again to life. He is appealing his conviction.
Beth's sister, Kathy, read a statement in court. This verdict cannot bring Beth back, but it does bring a measure of justice.
For Tom Lochtefeld, it was satisfying, even though for him, the first conviction was the one that mattered. On that day, we all took a walk up to Beth's gravesite after the conviction.
And I just remember feeling that it was a beautiful June day, and it felt like, wow, this is finally, I'm finally not upset to be here anymore. And it was good again.
For those who were close to Beth Lochtefeld, there is a real sense of closure this time.

The trial behind him, Beth's father, the artist John Lochtefeld, finished the book he and Beth had worked on together.

It was published after she died.

He illustrated her words and dedicated the book to Beth and her dreams.

The dreams she lived and those that died too soon with her.