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Is that supposed to be the point of entry?

Is Spiderman a suspect?

Valuable items left behind.

No forced entry at the door.

This break-in has been staged.

What's that?

A vibrator.

Are these cell phones yours?

These are Meredith's.

One's her British phone and the second is for local calls.

The British girls don't like Amanda at all.

I hope she didn't suffer.

Of course she suffered. They slit her throat.

The hair found on Meredith's floor belongs to a black man.

Stop lying!!

It... it was Patrick!

So, then what? You... You said... You said Patrick?

Yes, and they made me, like, imagine I was seeing him.

I just interviewed four witnesses swearing to his alibi.

You are going to have to stay in Capanne.

Wait what? What, for how long?

- Up to a year. - A year?

Actually, there was an African guy who played basketball with us.

What's his name?

He goes by...

"The Baron."

The bloody fingerprints in Meredith's room don't match Knox...

...Sollecito... or Lumumba.

They belong to someone else.

Why is the door open?

Is anyone in there?

Who are you?

Sorry, yeah. Just needed somewhere to crash.

I feel safe at schools.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

- I was just gonna head out. - No.

- I'm going to have to call the police. - No, don't.

Mama, mama!

Polizia.

There's been a break-in at the nursery. Please come quickly!

My son is here with me.

Yes, he has a knife.

Story is a powerful thing.

The shape of a story makes sense to us.

The path from the familiar to the unexpected.

Mr. Knox! Mr. Knox!

The twists we know are coming,

even if we can't predict them.

The end, good or bad, justified by all that came before.

Mr. Knox, where exactly did your daughter learn to kill?

Did you know Amanda was seen thong shopping

as Meredith's body was going cold?

The problem is that reality,

as small, predictable, and painful as it can be,

often doesn't hold the same allure.

I am here to support my daughter Amanda...

...who is innocent.

Just like Meredith Kercher's family, all I want is for justice to be done

and to bring Amanda back home where she belongs.

Thank you very much.

He's just encouraging them.

What'd he do?

Made eye contact, for one.

You coming?

Welcome to Italy.

Yeah. I guess so.

- This is it, huh? - Hey, Curt.

- Yeah. - How you doing, Chris?

Hm. Thought your handshake would be firmer.

- Chris. - I'm just messin' with ya.

All these years, I think this is our first actual handshake.

Is there a place where I can put

- my evening bags? - Yeah. Yeah.

- Anywhere, uh... - Yeah?

Chris is headed home tomorrow for work, so...

Could use a cocktail right now.

Uh, beer in the fridge.

- Yeah, he won't. - Wine on the rack.

- I, uh... - If it doesn't come from a blender...

I only do "girly drinks."

According to my daughters, that is.

You know, I'd rather you not do that,

talk to those assholes out there.

I think that we actually have to, don't we?

I mean, I don't know if you've noticed, but they're saying

- some pretty bad stuff about our kid. - I... I noticed.

- I talked to a PR firm. - PR firm?

- What for? - Yep, and they said the whole thing...

Why do we need that? She's got lawyers.

We have to tell tell the world that she is not some kind of monster.

That she's got a family that loves her and is gonna be here for her.

Yeah, we are here for her. We have been here for her.

We have to be her voice to the outside. If that doesn't happen,

then all they're gonna hear is those assholes out there.

Yeah, well, they are not reasonable people.

Then, we need to use them to reach

- the reasonable people! - Oh, well, I'm sorry if I've been too busy

caring for my traumatized daughter to give a shit.

So, how is she?

You know Amanda.

Sunny, despite everything.

Hella bored, is what she is.

- Tore through every book I brought her. - Well, I'm glad she has books,

but does she have everything she needs?

Does she have food?

- Does she have clothes? - Why?

You thinkin' of smuggling in some Hamburger Helper?

Holy crap. Guys, look, look.

...a new assailant in the murder

of British student Meredith Kercher.

And while details are still emerging, police say that evidence

places Rudy Guede firmly at the scene of the crime.

- The new evidence... - Th-this is good, right?

Th... this is good. This is... this is good for Amanda.

...believed to have fled Italy

shortly after Kercher's death on November 1st.

- There she is. Ask her, ask her. - I will. Calm down.

Amanda, do you know a man named Rudy Guede?

Mm, Ru... no.

Why? Who is that?

Black, tall, likely a drug dealer.

Nickname, "The Baron."

Uh...

No, I don't. W-Why? What's going on?

His prints and DNA are all over the murder scene.

They found the killer?

Oh, my God!

Wait, am I... am I free?

- Well, he's not in custody yet, so... - Not yet.

They'll find him. They'll get him. This is wonderful, Amanda.

It's fantastic, uh...

- News. News. - News. It's fantastic news.

- Eh? - It's fantastic news.

The police just need to find him.

Hey Rudy. Baron...

You there?

Yeah.

Where are you?

I left Italy.

Not safe for me there.

Yeah man, I'm worried about you.

How can I help? Do you need money?

Yeah.

I'm...

- Yeah, that would help. - Of course.

We're friends, whatever I can do.

Where do I send it?

It's not true, what they're saying.

Do you know what happened?

The funny thing is that I tried to help her.

It happened while I was in the bathroom having a shit.

So you were there?

Who was with you? Was it Patrick?

No, it wasn't Patrick.

I tried to intervene. I did all I could. But...

...I couldn't stop it.

He's lying.

Let me help you fix it.

I'll Western Union you cash.

Just tell me where to send it.

I'm in Germany. Düsseldorf.

And listen...

They got it all wrong.

Amanda wasn't there.

She doesn't have anything to do with it.

He claims Knox wasn't there.

I heard.

Ginevra, what do we have?

Guede's DNA was found on the pillowcase, toilet paper, glass...

...on the sweater, bra...

- ...and inside the body of Meredith. - Basically, we're fucked.

I don't see how this changes a thing.

We always knew there were multiple assailants.

Sollecito, Lumumba, Knox. Now, Guede.

Why would he say the others weren't there?

He's protecting them.

Like Lumumba's friends were with his sham alibi.

Valentina, Lumumba's DNA is nowhere near the scene.

Ginevra, did she or did she not name Patrick Lumumba to your face?

- She did. - Okay.

The downstairs boys talked of this "Baron"

in their depositions and you didn't find him...

Because he fled the country!

Which puts egg on our face!

Enough! Girls, please.

Let's go over what we have.

Guede's DNA.

Knox's confession. And don't fucking call me a girl ever again.

We know the break-in was staged.

Knox's DNA is on the knife...

Sollecito's knife.

Knox's statement, though.

Why would she name Patrick Lumumba?

Why did she fabricate this story?

Maybe he wasn't there.

I want this Baron back in Italy, now.

It seems like this guy is on the run.

So, we gotta hope it's just a matter of time till they nab him.

Then we're on the first friggin' flight outta here.

God, I have this weird feeling like maybe... maybe I do know him.

The murderer?

I... I know, just the more I look at his face,

he might have played basketball with the guys downstairs?

I... I never knew his name, but...

God, I hate thinking what could've happened to you.

I hate all this shit.

Well, soon they're gonna catch him, and this will all be over.

I love you guys.

Do the elephant with me.

Children born to my fellow prisoners...

serving time with their moms until they were weaned.

Who's this?

This is Mena.

Ciao!

Bella Mena!

Their innocence was so obvious.

Soon, mine would be, too.

Soon, I would be free.

Kuh-nox!

Ciao, Mena.

Patrick!

Patrick, Patrick, Patrick! Is Amanda being released?

Is Patrick gonna make a statement now?

A grave error has been made.

And today it will be rectified.

My client, Patrick Lumumba...

...is categorically innocent of the crimes he was accused of.

- No shit. I cannot... - Just... just... shush.

My hope is that he and his family be welcomed back into the community...

...with the grace they deserve.

- As we speak... - Finally! Now me.

...the real perpetrators of this horrific crime are on their way toward justice.

Patrick.

I want to thank my friends, and my family.

Most especially my wife and son, who stood by my side throughout this ordeal.

They never doubted that the man they knew is the man I am.

My only hope is that justice will be done, in poor Meredith's name.

And lastly, I want to thank those who saw the truth...

...and acted in good conscience to ensure my release.

If Patrick is innocent, what happens next for this investigation?

- Niente. - Nothing as far as I know.

What I do know is...

No.

...Patrick was arrested as a result of Amanda Knox's willful deceit.

With Rudy Guede now in custody, a mistake has been corrected.

- No, no, no. - And I have every confidence the

- real murderers of Meredith Kercher... - Fuck.

...will be punished to the fullest extent of the law.

All of them.

Hey Baron!

Pour me one too, yeah?

I got you.

Yo, did you just leave a shit in here? C'mon, man...

My fault, my fault.

That rich family didn't teach you fuck all, huh?

They would have if they didn't kick me out.

- Hello. - Ciao!

- Ciao! - Can we come in?

Were we loud? Sorry.

No, no. No, we, uh... smelled you were home.

Ahh.

Um...

We were thinking maybe you had extra?

Sì.

Laura had a hard day...

Who is that?

Her name is Amanda.

She lives upstairs. Her Italian is not good though...

...or she would know I'm the most hilarious.

Ciao.

Ciao.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

You were born in December.

All beautiful girls are born in December.

Sorry...

I don't... no capito.

I will. She'll be very grateful.

- Ohh. Sorry. - You got it?

- Thank you. - Cool.

- Good night. See ya. - Ciao.

Ciao, ciao, grazie!

Grazie, grazie!

They live upstairs?

- Like... right upstairs? - Yes, right upstairs.

Guys, I'm going to bring them back.

Boo!

Sit down, sit down.

- Giacomo has tapped the Brit already. - Good boy, Giacomo.

- I can do the other one then. - You couldn't get it up anyway.

Fuck off.

- "Were you born on a Sunday?" - I'm going hit you with this ball.

♪ Old teenage hopes are right at your door ♪

♪ Left you with nothing ♪

♪ But they want some more ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh, you're changing your heart ♪

See, Filo? The plan is working.

What plan?

She said that if we take you two in, we'll never pay for weed again.

Oh!

I didn't get all of that, but I feel like we're being used?

We do it for the wine and the pasta.

- Filo. Filo! - Wine and the pasta.

Wine and the pasta.

♪ One, two, three, four... ♪

Mm!

Amanda, it's not ready!

Bony American.

Please give me food.

So hungry.

Though the prosecution cast me,

Raffaele, and Rudy as co-conspirators in Meredith's murder,

Rudy admitted to only partial guilt, opted for a speedy trial,

was tried before we were, and separately.

...You are judged guilty of murder aggravated

by sexual assault of Meredith Susanna Kercher.

With his fast-track trial, he got a lighter sentence

and was removed from the public eye.

No audience to review him, no media to ravage him,

and the prosecution could then focus on their real targets:

me and Raffaele.

Awaiting a trial where Rudy Guede

would not be so much as cross-examined,

Raffaele and I rotted in jail for almost a year

while our defense teams did what they could to prepare.

"Whore," "harlot," "slut."

Particularly colorful work from this fuck-face Mark Fontana.

I understand it's hard to see this, but it's... it's nothing, it's noise.

These are... Uh, no, it's not nothing. It's not noise.

These are names that they're calling our daughter, and that's just the names.

We haven't even gotten to the theories yet.

- Listen to this... - Mr. Knox, Mrs. Mellas...

"Mignini says Kercher was killed in a sect-like ritual

"when the three suspects plotted a drug-fueled orgy

"inspired by Halloween...

...Marilyn Manson, and Japanese comics."

- Are you fucking kidding me? - It's fantasy. It is...

Why are we even here?! Huh?!

I'm... Rudy Guede's DNA

- was all over that poor girl. - His blood.

- His fingerprints. - It was all over the goddamn room!

He's got a history of burglary, drug use,

aggression towards women.

Why are they still going after our daughter?

Well, because she named herself

- and... and Patrick. - Under duress.

She retracted an hour later.

You need to tell them what we're doing.

Luciano, I'm trying.

Look, the theories are far-fetched.

The story is fantastical, and the press have been taking them

from the prosecution and feeding them to the public,

which is why we need to...

We are inviting them in.

To where?

- To court? - Yes.

What's the matter?

Are you kidding me? Why would you do that?

They're upset the media will be present at trial.

I understand your concern, but it's been... it's been over a year.

Tell them that it will be better for them to see her in a safe space.

It's been over a year, one year, one year,

and the press have yet to interact with Amanda face-to-face.

Let them see that innocent face.

The police entrapped her in that interrogation

and they intentionally did not record it

because they knew it would look very bad for them.

We want to try this in open court so that can't happen again.

We will fight with facts.

Ah.

And it's a fight we can win.

But the public must bear witness.

You took my spot.

So?

What do you think? Year in prison, bet you 5 Euros Foxy Knoxy got fat.

If she got fat we could probably all go home.

- Amanda! Amanda, we're here! - Amanda!

- We're here! - No wait! No wait!

- Wait, please. Please. - We love you! We love you!

Okay? You okay?

We're gonna make it. We're gonna make it.

Stand up. Please stand up. Yeah.

At this point some clarification may be necessary.

Because as we will see, an Italian murder trial

is quite unique.

For starters, up here on the dais,

there are at least two judges... head and attendant.

Not sure what his sidekick does.

Then, there are the six lay judges, aka the jury members.

These are regular people, volunteers,

who, unlike in high-profile American trials...

Knox...

...are not sequestered during the trial, and watch the same news

as everybody else.

The most important difference though,

is that the criminal trial against me would take place

with a civil trial folded inside of it.

Which meant my lawyers would be facing off

against the prosecution

who hoped to put Raffaele and me in prison for murder,

simultaneously facing off with Patrick's lawyers,

the Kercher family's lawyers,

and the lawyer for the owner of Via Della Pergola 7...

...all of whom were seeking financial compensation for their losses.

Oh, and one other thing.

Remember those statements I made while being psychologically tortured

without the presence of a lawyer,

saying I was at the house that night and...

It... it was Patrick!

The Supreme Court already found that her statements

during those interrogations are inadmissible.

But it is admissible for the charge of criminal slander against Mr. Lumumba.

Stop. What did this mean?

It meant the jury who was hearing the murder and slander cases simultaneously,

was expected to hear that I confessed

to involvement in Meredith's murder with one ear...

but not the other.

Maybe if I had understood all this when it was happening,

I would have had a better sense of what we were up against.

And maybe I would have realized that this was terrible advice.

Just be yourself.

Let's start with your first impressions of the defendants.

Since you were the first officer on the scene.

Proceed.

Knox and Sollecito acted strange from the beginning.

They were protecting the story of the so-called break-in.

The kissing and lap-sitting.

And the cartwheels in the Questura.

On the night she gave her statement?

We were kind to her.

Was she ever deprived of her needs? Treated harshly?

No. Look, a police investigation is hard work.

Long hours.

I'm sure she was tired at times. So were we.

But she was not even considered a suspect until...

...she confessed to bringing Lumumba back to her house...

This is a witness discussing the statement...

Your Honor! Talk of this statement

in the criminal proceeding for murder is not allowed!

Your Honor, if you don't intervene, what's the point?

Presiding Judge, please, these constant disruptions must cease.

The witness will be allowed to answer without interruptions.

The defendant has claimed, in other forums...

...that she was struck, physically, during her questioning.

Is that true?

No.

In short, Presiding Judge, the Perugia Police Headquarters is not Guantanamo.

Break for recess, one hour.

Raffaele?

Hey, I'm here.

Why is this happening to us?

It doesn't make any sense. Why do the police hate us so much?

Because they are assholes.

Amanda, the night that they separated us,

they were so... so hard with me,

and I was so s-scared,

- and terrified, and confused. - I know.

- And I'm supposed to taking care of you. - Raffaele, I know. I know.

Remember that day I got on the phone

with your father and promised to take care of you?

I didn't.

- You did... - No I didn't.

I'm sorry.

I am sorry too.

But...

We're here now.

Together.

What I mean to say is...

...I am here for you now.

I'm here too.

I'm right here.

Mr. Lumumba.

What consequences did you face after Amanda...

this "Luciferina."

...implicated you as the murderer?

- Your Honor, the name-calling! - This cannot be allowed!

Dottor Pacelli, this is not proper, please.

Mr. Lumumba, please continue.

I've done nothing wrong in the eyes of the law.

And then out of the blue, I'm accused of raping someone, murdering someone.

They take me from my home.

I'm in isolation for three days,

I can't speak to anyone. I can't take a shower...

...then held in prison for 11 more days.

I thought about my father, who was in politics.

When I was nine years old, he was taken.

And to this day there is no news of his whereabouts...

I couldn't stop thinking about how this same thing would happen to my son.

At the time of your arrest, were you managing the pub?

Yes.

Did you try to reopen the pub after your release?

Yes yes, I tried. But, it all collapsed.

The bar was sequestered for three months.

I had to pay everything that hadn't been paid.

But I had nothing. No savings.

Then there is the prejudice.

If there are so many bars...

...why should I go to the bar of someone who has been investigated for murder?

I was a business owner.

I made something.

And now it is gone.

Thank you, Mr. Lumumba.

Miss Purton, were you and Meredith close?

Were you and Meredith close?

Is your translator device working?

No, it's okay, it's... it's just a bit awkward, sorry, um...

Was I close with Meredith?

Very.

Yeah, for the three months that I knew her,

we were quite close, yeah.

What did you know about the relationship between Meredith and Ms. Knox?

I would say it was good, but there were things

that bothered Meredith.

Such as...?

She didn't clean the toilet with the brush after she did a number two.

Why does it matter? Why does it matter?

Were there any other situations that created tension between them?

Amanda was loud to my taste, and she was strange.

She wasn't like Meredith at all.

And in the Questura, our best friend had just died,

and Amanda, she was... unfeeling.

Unfeeling.

Yeah, rather cool. And she... she was cold.

Your Honor, if I may...

Here, I have your depositions, Ms. Purton,

from November 2nd, 3rd and 5th.

These sentiments against Amanda were not expressed

until after she was accused and detained.

- What is this? Your Honor, please. - Sit down, Dottor Dalla Vedova.

So, is it possible that when learning about Amanda on the news,

about this horrible act that she was accused of,

that you looked back at things with a different lens...

- This is ridiculous! - Be seated, counselor!

...what was a traumatized reaction from her,

was to you, through a tainted view, suddenly "cool and unfeeling"?

No, it rubbed me wrong then, and it rubs me wrong now.

May I please regain my witness?

Please continue, Miss Purton.

Okay, where were we.

Can you remember any other sources of conflict between Meredith and Knox?

Amanda was quite open about her sex life.

A very open sex life.

Um, and she also left a clear plastic beauty case out

in the bathroom that they shared with a pink vibrator and condoms in it.

Just left it out for all to see.

Perhaps Meredith found that aggressive or taunting.

It made her uncomfortable.

Another unique feature of Italian court,

spontaneous declarations by the accused.

I'd... I'd like to speak.

Are you sure?

It's going to be the first time they gonna hear from you.

Uh...

My client wishes to address the court.

Please, Ms. Knox.

Hello, Your Honor.

Wow. Um...

I wanted to make a very brief clarification

on this issue of the beauty case,

which should still be in the bathroom at my home.

There is this vibrator I had.

It was a joke. It was a gift from a friend of mine

before I arrived in Italy,

it's a small pink rabbit...

of this size...

About this size?

About 10 centimeters.

For the record, you see...

So that's how it is.

I also wanted to say that...

I'm innocent.

And that I trust that everything will come out.

Everything will work out.

Thank you.

Friends close to Meredith lined up to testify

to Amanda Knox's cold-hearted demeanor.

Meredith's closest friend asserting that she and Foxy Knoxy

were in conflict over personal matters, the crass American

refusing to clean her own feces in the bathroom they shared.

"...Meredith was made deeply uncomfortable by Knox's promiscuity."

No, change that to, "Foxy Knoxy brazenly flaunted condoms and sex toys..."

It's going better than expected.

Her lack of character is clear,

and her confession is public knowledge.

But their attempt to cover the crime must be unquestionable.

Fuck you!

- Laura, you scared me! - I'm sorry!

Yeah, right, you're sorry.

Why didn't you wait for me?

I told you you don't have to walk home from work alone.

It was getting dark. What took you so long?

I got caught up.

Listen...

I heard the British girls said awful things about Amanda.

They talked about her vibrator.

Fucking gross. All of it.

Even the police went after her.

Apparently she did gymnastics at the Questura.

Backbends, cartwheels...

A cartwheel?

Why the fuck was she thinking about cartwheels?!

See, I always knew she was a fucking psychopath.

No you didn't Filo. You liked her.

- Did I?! - Yes!

Of course you didn't like everything about her but...

...you liked her, she made you laugh.

We had dinner with her two days after the murder.

You even hugged her.

We talked about us living with her again.

I don't remember that.

Why?

I don't remember that.

I don't know Laura, I don't know what to think.

Those British girls weren't my closest friends... fine.

They think I'm loud? Whatever.

But what they said about how Meredith felt about me...?

Amanda, listen to me.

They do not see you.

They see something they fear in you.

How do I make them see that that is not who I am?

Sadly, my seminary's marketing classes were less than stellar.

Show them your heart!

Huh?

Hey, you fucking psychopath!

Psychopath, this way!

It's disgraceful. Only a monster could do something like that.

Wearing that t-shirt and all of that, it's just really embarrassing.

She mocks our city.

She mocks our country, and she mocks the pain of that poor family.

What about that cold sore? I mean, she's obviously...

They're calling her a puttana here in Italy, you know what I mean?

Like, where'd you think she got that?

We are lawyers, we are not media strategists or PR people.

She told me that you guys had told her to be herself.

A weirdo like Amanda, could you be any dumber?

Geez, Chris, come on.

- What did he say? - That we're dumb.

I will not be insulted in my own office. I have better things to do.

- Did I just hurt his feelings? - Is... is no one telling Amanda

how to behave in court?

No? What... What to wear, what not to say?

They are the parents.

We did not think to instruct her on those things.

But also, we have never experienced such a level

of media interest, or sensationalism,

or... or vicious public opinion against a client.

Never. Never.

I don't know... Uh, personally, I don't know a lawyer

who has, in all of Italy...

No, you said that we should let them in.

We thought it was the best thing to do at that time.

She's never gonna see it.

The way you all want her to see things?

The way the world sees things? She's not going to, she's stubborn.

Sunshine and rainbows when it's all a pile of shit.

How do you think she's getting through this?

Oh shit.

Is she... she a witness against me?

Yes. It's normal. It's normal.

No. That's my friend. That's my...

I know. I know.

Miss Romanelli?

Miss Romanelli? Are you well?

Yes. Yes.

I'll ask again.

Were Ms. Knox's personal habits...

...an issue for the household?

I mean, yes.

She did not always do her fair share. Laura and I did most of the cleaning.

Were you aware Ms. Knox used hashish?

Yes, I knew.

And Raffaele as well, yes?

Would you consider them heavy drug users?

I would not say they were addicts...

Did you partake with them?

The truth?

I sinned once.

This is ridiculous.

Do you know who supplied drugs to Ms. Knox?

Rudy Guede, perhaps?

Permit me, Your Honor.

A connection between Amanda and Mr. Guede

has never been established.

Dr. Mignini, move on.

We were saying that you

- felt strange about Ms. Knox. - It's okay.

- But she's my friend. - I know.

Yes. Yes.

I did feel strange about her. Especially after the murder.

She had asked me and Laura to be her roommates again,

to find a new place together after it happened.

And I said, "Amanda, we'll see. I don't know."

I didn't want to.

It didn't feel right.

And regarding the state of your old home. Via Della Pergola 7.

When you left the villa, before the murder...

...did you close the shutters to your bedroom?

Yes.

No, wait, I can't remember.

What did you think about the break-in from the beginning?

You said, "Nothing was taken from your room."

- "Your gold earrings still there"... - That's correct.

So...

No one actually broke in the window from the outside.

So the murderer did not come that way.

So please, when you left...

...did you close them?

- You liked her. - Did I?!

I'll repeat.

When you left, on the night of the murder...

...were these shutters closed?

Foxy Knoxy...

An American witch.

Closed. I closed them.

Then the break-in was staged.

Thank you.

The window to your room.

What was the condition of this window before the break-in?

Your Honor, the validity of the break-in has not been established.

Alleged break-in.

It was old.

And when it was latched, did it stay latched?

No, it wasn't secure.

Ah, it wasn't secure.

So even if you closed them, is it possible that...

...in our windy November night...

...the shutters opened on their own?

Leaving the window more exposed and easier to smash, say, with a rock?

I'm sorry, what question is this? I'm not a detective.

I only know what I saw. And the shiver that ran through me.

Your Honor, my client would like to address the Court.

Prego, Signorina Knox.

Grazie, Signor Presidente.

I just wanted to say that...

...hearing in these days all this testimony...

...I am really and sincerely sorry to hear some exaggeration...

...for example, these things about cleaning.

This was extremely exaggerated.

Yes, I spoke with the girls, but it was never a conflict.

I always had good relationships with these people.

Um...

This had to be said, because I'm really miserable.

I'm sorry because...

...it wasn't that way.

I thought... I thought Deanna was coming.

I told her to, uh...

I just told her to wait in the car. I wanted to ask you something alone.

Look, I know this isn't really your thing.

Okay? But I really...

I mean, we... we need to change how people see you.

- If you... - I'm... I'm an atheist, Mom.

That would... So that would be a lie.

You don't think they'd tear me apart for that?

I'm... I'm not that.

I'm not... I'm not any of the things that they're saying.

I don't know... I don't know how to be.

I don't know what you want...

What do... What do you want me to be? What do you want me to do?

- Honey, I'm... - My own friend got up there

in front of everybody, and if she can think

that I can do that, then what... what hope do I have?

- I just want to tell her story, you know? - Hey!

Get away from her, you piece of shit!

What, destroying one of my girls isn't enough?!

Huh?

You haven't made enough fuckin' money off my flesh?

Ma'am, your daughter is on trial for murder.

It's my job to tell the stories that people are interested in.

No. No, you decide.

You decide what people are interested in and you feed it to 'em.

Pretty girls, and sex, and death.

What about the guy who actually killed Meredith?

Why the fuck aren't you talking about him?!

Rudy Guede had a history of burglary.

Only his DNA was on Meredith and in that room.

How could people not be open to the possibility

that he did all of it alone?