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We're gonna beat this on appeal.

Yeah, it's gonna be
a totally new trial.

I'm moving here full-time.

Yeah, so you'll always
have someone nearby.

Mignini believes our
sentence was too light.

And this time, he
will argue for life.

Any minute now, and the
world will know the verdict

in Amanda Knox's appeal trial.

If found guilty, the 24-year-old

and her one-time Italian boyfriend
could spend life in prison.

Four years, two trials,

and it all comes down to this.

Oh, thank God!

Raffa! Raffa!

Raffa! Raffa!

Okay?

Sì?

Ciao, Raffa.

Ciao, Amanda.

Amanda, I know this
is very emotional,

but you have to
hurry out of here.

Italy is not safe
for you right now.

-Amanda!
-The press will be after you,

and there is no telling
what other angry people

-will do if they find you.
-Sorry, who are you?

I've been helping your
family. We've made plans

to get you out of the country
as quickly as possible.

-Go get your belongings. Go.
-Okay.

Amanda!

Didn't I tell you?

Oh!

-I'm going home.
-So, go.

-Okay. Okay.
-Go!

34,248 hours.

That was how much time this
place had stolen from me.

But even though I was
exhilarated to finally be free,

I didn't forget the old ritual,

to pass freedom
onto someone else.

Libertà! Libertà!
Libertà! Libertà!

Libertà! Libertà!
Libertà! Libertà!

Libertà! Libertà!
Libertà! Libertà!

Libertà! Libertà!
Libertà! Libertà!

Amanda, you need to go.

Don't worry, the driver will
take you to your family.

Okay, just please, please tell
Don Saulo goodbye for me, okay?

-Yes. Go.
-Okay.

Libertà! Libertà!

Where are we going?

What's... What's going on?

What's going on?

Who the fuck is that?

-I... What's going on?
-Amanda? I'm Steve Moore.

-I'm ex-FBI.
-Okay.

What's happening? Tell
me what's happening.

Where is it?

-Mom! Mom!
-I know. I know.

I know. It's over now.

It's all over.

God, it was hell
getting to you.

Oh, my God, the courthouse was
crazy. We're at the safe house now.

-Okay. Okay.
-Okay?

-Listen, you two stay here.
-Yeah.

I'm gonna go inside, make
sure everything's clear.

Okay.

God, I hate not having a gun.

-He's ex-FBI.
-Okay.

He's gonna keep you safe
from any vigilante lunatics.

-This is so crazy.
-I know, I know.

-This is so crazy.
-Yeah, the media vultures

are out of their fucking minds.

One of them tried to, uh, ram us from
behind when we were following you.

-Are you okay? Is everyone okay?
-Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

-Okay.
-Are you? Yeah...

Steve, are you okay in there?

-Yeah.
-St...

Tripped on a frickin'
door stopper.

You're safe here
tonight, ladies.

Tomorrow, you'll be home.

We're standing outside
of 9821 Crane Street,

waiting for Amanda and
her family to arrive...

-They're coming here.
-Yeah.

...at this moment, but
it's still unclear.

This is probably her right now.

Amanda!

Amanda, what's it like
for you to be home?

Get out of the way! Get back!

Stay close.

Come on, let's go.

We need someone to
close the blinds.

Shit.

What the hell?

After 15 hours on a plane
and two sleepless nights,

I made it to Seattle.

Amanda, get away from
the door. Come on.

And all I wanted was
the quiet of home.

Surprise!

Oh, my God, Amanda!

Hi!

All your friends and family,

just like you wanted.

-Oh, you're back!
-Everybody, say cheese!

Cheese!

After being allowed only three
books at a time in my cell...

a whole bookshelf felt absurd.

Oh!

Everything felt a bit strange
those early days of freedom,

like the ability to pass
from one room to another

without a guard present.

And all the choices.

Nothing was as I expected
it to be, including myself.

You do know her, Oma. She wore
the meat dress at the VMAs.

So wasteful! Could
have fed us for a week.

Yeah, but Oma, that's the
whole point of the thing.

-You're doing it again.
-Doing what?

Hey, I'm worried.

Huh?

I keep catching Amanda doing
things like she's still in prison.

-Like what?
-Like...

Like washing her underwear
in the sink, for one.

-Huh.
-A supporter from the Facebook group

said she could be
suffering from PTSD.

I mean, don't... don't you think we
should get her some therapy or...?

Oh, why? So we can
spend a bunch more money

for her to relive
all that bad shit?

-No. Shouldn't we...
-She just needs more normal times.

We all do.

I'll get Madison to come over.

Maybe having an old friend around
will remind her who she was.

Yeah. There ya go.

Yeah.

I'm tired, do you
wanna come to bed?

I think I'll watch a little
longer. Still jet-lagged.

Okay, well, don't
fall asleep down here.

I won't.

-Here we go.
-Uh, here we go.

Hey, how's the, uh,
homecoming been?

It's fantastic.

How does it feel
to have her home?

So, when are we gonna hear
Amanda's side of things?

Well, right now, we're
focused on her well-being.

Well, you must be having money
problems. All those legal fees.

The longer you wait, the less
her story's gonna be worth.

She's not gonna be such a hot
property in interview terms.

We do not think of our
daughter as a "hot property."

So, MySpace is just gone?

-It's gone?
-Yes, it's gone.

Gotta let it go.

Okay, current city.

-Seattle, baby.
-What do I even use

for my profile picture?
Everything recent is paparazzi.

Eh, I'll take a
new one of you.

Uh, okay. And education?

Uh, half a study-abroad program,
and then I went to prison.

Stop!

-Okay, School of Hard Knox.
-Ew.

It felt right. Don't put that.

-Whoa!
-Okay. What?

-Liz got into grad school? No fair.
-Oh.

Why? You wanna study
post-colonial architecture?

I... I mean, I wanna do something. I
missed the last four years of my life.

Edda, I was able to save your
mail from the throng out there.

Oh, goodie. Bills
and more bills.

Steve's turning us
into Big Brother.

Oh yeah?

Full perimeter surveillance.

New alarm, flood
lights, motion sensors.

-Wow.
-The whole shebang.

Oh, this is great.

Should keep the crazies away.

-Yeah.
-Cabron!

-Hey, bud.
-You staying for dinner?

-Yeah, if you're grilling, I am.
-Absolutely.

Hey, Edda?

They're actually digging
through your trash out there.

Well, they are like roaches.
You kill one, you get two more.

Oprah called the other day.

Well, she didn't wanna do it.

Well, how do you know
she's not calling about me?

I mean, everyone's just dying to know
how the poor sister's been affected.

Edda, if she can sit down with
somebody respectable like Oprah,

then that may make all
this nonsense go away.

-Diane Sawyer's pretty hot.
-Can she just...

Can she just breathe?

She's been home a
couple of weeks.

Her acquittal hasn't
even been validated yet.

Validated? What are
you talking about?

Oh, just, uh...

the... the Supreme Court of
Italy needs to basically say

that you're... that they agree
with the acquittal, that's all.

Or what?

You don't... You don't need
to worry about this, Amanda.

Carlo has already said
that he feels confident

that this is gonna
swing our way.

Okay, and if it doesn't?

The case could get kicked
down to the lower courts

and our nightmare would
start all over again.

What do you mean?
Like another trial?

-No. No. No.
-Amanda, your lawyers do not think

-that's gonna happen.
-But it's possible?

-No. No...
-Well, they're pretty sure

-that it's not gonna go that way.
-Real convincing, guys.

Hey, hey, why don't you
tell them what your idea is?

-You were telling me?
-Oh, about the plans

for a future I might
not have anymore?

-You we're excited about it.
-Come on, honey.

-Come on, honey. Tell us.
-Be positive.

Come on, honey, tell us.

Okay, I... Well, if I'm not back
in court or in prison again,

I would like to go to school.

Yeah. And...

And I thought I'd
move in with Madison.

Yep. Yeah, I... I have
a really cool place

in the International District.

-Yeah, and...
-Oh.

-And...
-And, um, her...

What is the word for the
person you live with?

-Roommate?
-Y-Yes, roommate, yeah.

-Her... she's moving out, so...
-It's... it's just, uh,

it's a little soon,
don't you think?

Yeah, I mean, I... I
just got you back, honey.

I... I'm not ready to
let you go just yet.

It's 15 minutes away, Mom.

-It's not Italy.
-Well, I...

Chris, can you please tell
them they're being ridiculous?

Those reporters won't
let you walk two feet

without crawling up your
ass and telling the world

-what you had for dinner.
-Amanda, sweetheart,

just give it a little
bit of time, okay?

The press will get
bored, they'll move on,

and then you can just get
back to living your life.

-Steve, am I right?
-Absolutely.

Thanks, Steve.

Dude!

Did the vultures see you?

Okay, I heard myself that time.

-Okay.
-I did.

Whoa. What are you
supposed to be?

God, wow. You're really
so behind, you're cute.

Just go.

Um, we have to get
your costume now.

I know. Do you have, like,
eyeliner or something?

I think so. Hi!

Chris? Anyone! Come here!

-What is it?
-Wait, where's your sister?

I don't know.

♪ Come on and turn me on ♪

♪ I'm too young to die,
come on and turn me on ♪

♪ Turn me on, turn me on ♪

Hey.

I've been looking for you.

Hello.

So, here we are.

-Here we are.
-No.

I don't know what happened.

Everyone was just looking at me,

and I felt all, like,
sweaty and weird, and...

-No, no, no, no. No.
-Um, yeah.

Hey.

You were in prison.

It's crazy. Yeah.

You are allowed to be
weird for, like, a year.

Seriously.

Th... These were all the
people that knew me before,

and I thought they would,
like, see me as the same girl.

And I... I don't... I can't
tell what they think of me,

and it... just...
Everything just feels off.

Everything is just, like, off.

Like, I can't even handle having
a conversation with Sarah,

who I've known since
the second grade,

but my dad just got a call
that Oprah wants to talk to me?

-And I...
-Dude.

I know.

It's crazy.

What if Oprah did the interview,

like, right here?

Like... Like when she went
to the set of Friends?

That's a really
good idea, actually.

-Probably pays, too.
-Yeah.

I think my parents are
having money problems.

I know.

You know? What...
What do you know?

Yeah, I... Jennie said that
her dad said that your dad

-had to remortgage his house.
-What?

To pay for the lawyers,
or something like that.

His whole house?

Yeah.

And your grandma's.

Don't quote me.

My God, I've had that
on the whole time?

Yes, it looks adorable.

No, it does...

-Can you get me a tissue, please?
-Yes, I will.

But I think it looks
good, for the record.

No wonder was everyone...
looking at me.

Fuck.

Mom, she's in here.

What's the code?

-You have to answer your phone, okay?
-I was with Madison, oh my God.

-Yeah, Steve, we got her. She's here.
-You have to answer your phone!

Jesus! I am 24 years old.

Can I not leave the
house without...

-Thank you.
-...Mommy and Daddy calling

the freakin' FBI?

Jesus.

Seriously, guys?

Oh, my God, Mom, just show her.

Show me what?

What?

-What...
-We've been getting one

or two of those a
week. This one's worse.

A lot of freaks out there.

Steve is gonna
file an FBI report,

but he said that without
a "concrete plan of harm,"

that there's not
much else he can do.

Oh, so he's hamstrung until she's
in the back of this guy's van?

Can you stop talking about me
like I'm not standing right here?

We're just trying to
protect you, dumb-ass.

I'm not a dumb-ass, Chris.

Okay. I'm just
trying to remind you,

you used to be fun.

I know.

I know that.

I didn't have you guys there.

I didn't have you guys
for the last four years

to protect me.

I had to figure
shit out by myself.

I had to protect myself and
keep myself safe, and...

...be aware of the violence,

and... and the guards
to stay away from,

and the inmates I
could trust, all of it!

Constantly on my mind!

And I'm not... I'm
just not a kid anymore.

I fucking wish I was.

I can handle things.

Dad, how much...
How much do you owe?

What? Owe? What do you...?

You... You remortgaged your
house, and I want to pay you back.

Just... Just tell me the number.

Sweetheart, I... I don't, um,

I don't... I don't know
what that number is.

You do.

You're just not gonna tell me.

"You used to be fun"?

What the fuck, Chris?

Amanda, are you okay?

-Did you see it?
-Can I come in?

Yeah, fuck them.
They don't know you.

Did you read the comments?
Everyone hates me.

Even the people who
think I'm innocent,

think I deserve to
suffer because I'm off.

There were reporters
on my lawn...

a Supreme Court in Italy,
thousands of internet trolls,

and a psycho with a red letter
all trying to tell me who I was.

Please, honey, can I come in?

How much do you owe
the lawyers, Mom?

It was time I
spoke for myself.

While across the world, my
lawyers fought for my freedom

in the Italian Supreme Court,

I tried to press play
on a new Amanda Knox.

My memoir was about to come out.

I was coming out of
hiding to promote it.

And I hoped it would
change things for me.

I hoped, I hoped.

-Oh, my God.
-Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

It's... It's you.

Did you do it?

Ciao, Carlo. What is it?

Amanda, hi. I'm with Luciano.

We just got back from the
Supreme Court hearing.

Okay?

Um, unfortunately, it
didn't go as expected.

They... They overturned
your acquittal.

What?

Oh, my God.

Okay, okay.

What do we... What do we
do now? What do we do?

Uh, well, they are sending the
case to Florence for a new trial.

Another one?

Yeah. Well, uh, look, at least
this time, you stay home.

We will mount your
defense in absentia.

No, no, no.

No. No, no, no. No.

I have a book coming out.

I have... I have to
do interviews, Carlo.

I... I signed a contract, okay?

The... the people who are
expecting me for press,

they're gonna skewer me
if I suddenly back out.

Thanks.

Camera's good, guys.

A lot of makeup on you.

They do it to me, too.

Hey, listen. I want
you to be on your toes.

I'm going to ask
some tough questions,

but only so you can
confront them head-on.

-Okay.
-Put all these doubts about you to rest,

especially with this
new trial underway.

This'll be good for you.

-Promise.
-Standby, guys.

Okay.

Ready to roll tape and record.

Hey.

Focus on me.

Straightaway, guys,
hold the talking.

-We're rolling!
-Rolling!

Five, four...

Amanda Knox, welcome.

You laid out your story in your
new book, Waiting to Be Heard.

There are reactions,
there are doubts.

How do you explain it?

Uh, it's hard.

It's... It's hard to prove
that you're innocent,

that you didn't do something.

The prosecution did not
give a satisfactory answer,

and I've been held responsible.

Why not some man?

Why is the prosecution
targeting you?

I definitely acted a little
differently than others.

Uh, I'm the type of person,

when there's pressure on
me to react, I freeze.

I... I would much rather
suppress my emotions

than seem insincere.

Prosecutors believe this happened
because you were a sexual deviant.

This is their theory.

That you went in there for some
kind of freaky sexual activity

that went wrong, and your
roommate wound up dying.

-Fair?
-That's what they say.

That's what it is.
Forget the headlines.

That's the truth of the
proposition, isn't it?

Is there truth to that proposition?
Were you into deviant sex?

Insensitive question, but hey,
we've gotta get to what it is.

-This fuels the doubt.
-No.

Did Meredith suspect you
were into that stuff?

-No.
-And you resented her

because she was judging
you? None of that?

No, absolutely not.

And...

There's absolutely
no evidence. None.

-But it's their theory.
-It's a theory.

"Knox is into some
freaky sexual things."

Where are they getting it from?

I talk about all my sexual
experiences in my book.

I haven't needed to talk about the
details because they're not deviant.

I was not strapping on
leather and bearing a whip.

I've never done that.

No group activities?

-Oh, my God, what?
-I've never taken part in an orgy, ever.

Your roommates wouldn't
have told prosecutors this?

Or maybe you're not
telling the truth

and they got this idea
from somewhere else.

They literally got it
from the prosecution.

These are fantasies.

-Where did they get it?
-They didn't get it from me,

and they didn't get
it from the witnesses.

I... I just don't understand
it, except for the fact

that I'm a young woman...

There's a lot of young women.

Why do people have
this impression of you?

I was no different than any of the
other women in my house, I... I wasn't.

So then, that
means in your mind,

you spent four years
of your life in jail

because of a
perverted prosecutor?

-That's gotta make you angry.
-I am angry.

And this retrial,
you're shocked?

Yes.

-Why?
-Because there's no evidence.

Nothing links me to this murder.

I am not present at the crime
scene. I'm just not. So...

...people can talk
about my behavior

and sex life all they
want, but it's irrelevant.

Do you think you come off
too "I can't prove it,"

and not enough "I didn't do it"?

Do you understand how
that sounds cagey?

I mean, I professed
from the very beginning

I didn't do it, and
no one believed me.

It's like I'm having to prove my
innocence instead of just saying it.

You must be scared that the
United States will send you back.

I mean, I had a panic
attack two days ago.

You getting help for that?

Um...

I keep thinking that
I'm dealing with it.

I keep thinking that I'm
going on with my life.

And then, there... there are
these moments where I just can't.

Oh, good. You're just
where I left you.

At least that's
something I can rely on.

-Didn't go well?
-No. It didn't go well.

He fucking lied to her.

He said it would be good for her,
and then he put her in the chair

and he verbally molested her
in front of millions of people

while I sat there and watched.

-I failed her.
-No, you didn't.

-I... I did.
-No.

Please don't say I
didn't, because I did.

I failed her then, and
I'm failing her now.

Letting man after man after
man say to her and to me,

"Do it this way, it's
for your own good.

It'll work out. Just trust me."

I'm tired of it.

I'm... I'm tired.

Are you including me in this?

In all those men who
steered you wrong?

Because the last time I checked,
I moved my life for her.

Well, you didn't
hate being there.

I'm going to, uh, go
finish up some work.

Chris.

Fuck.

So, yeah, it happened.

On January 30th 2014, a judge
in the Florence Supreme Court

found me and Raffaele guilty,

confirming the verdict
from five years prior,

falsely naming us
murderers once again,

as if all of our fighting and
eventually winning never happened.

So, what now?

Well... the case goes back

to the Supreme Court...

...where they will either
validate it or they won't.

They won't try and extradite
her unless they confirm it.

We've... We've been here
before, and we will fight it.

Some supporters
reached out to help.

Uh, there's a bunker in Canada.

Flee the country?
That's a felony.

For a second, I did
consider running,

changing my name, living
somewhere quietly and alone,

thousands of miles from the
people I loved and who loved me,

and nothing to do but eat, read,

live small and lay low.

No! No! No!

Amanda, are you okay?

Amanda?

Are you okay, honey?

Maybe there was
no free for me.

Hey, it's Mom.
How's the new place?

Amanda, honey, why aren't
you picking up your phone?

Honey, I'm getting worried. Why
aren't you picking up your phone?

Amanda, can I come in?

Amanda!

Oh.

God.

-Okay.
-What are you doing?

-Come on, get up.
-Mom.

-Girls' trip.
-God, no, I don't wanna go anywhere.

Tough shit. You've
been holed up here

for weeks living
like a ghost. Here.

Come on, get up.

Car's parked in the red.

Mom, what is this?

It's... It's a conference
for people like you,

-for exonerees.
-No, Mom.

No, I think... I think
it's gonna really help...

-Mom!
-...to talk to someone.

I'm not an exoneree. I
just got reconvicted, okay?

-I do not belong here.
-Yes, you do belong here.

-You're innocent.
-Well, I am tired of explaining that

over and over again, okay?

Okay, just, will you
give it 20 minutes?

Please.

Come on.

You don't have to explain
a thing, little sister.

We know.

Hello. Welcome to the
Innocence Network.

My name is Antoine Day,

and like many of you, I
was wrongfully convicted

of a crime that
I did not commit.

I spent ten years of my life

in prison for a murder
that happened...

In this one room, there
were at least 100 people

who, like me, had
lost years to prison

for crimes they didn't commit.

They already knew my story
because they'd lived it...

for a lot longer than I had...

and with a lot less attention.

Altogether, these
people had spent

a staggering 1,749
years in prison.

What had happened to them
mattered. The truth mattered.

My freedom mattered.

And I was going to make the
most of it as long I had it.

Nice to meet you.

Thank you.

♪ A dream that I see,
don't kill it, it's free ♪

♪ You're just a man,
you get what you can ♪

♪ We all do what we can ♪

♪ So, we can do just
one more thing ♪

Then, reality struck again...

...threatening to
rip everything away.

We now go live to
one of our reporters

as the police there prepare
for a possible arrest.

-Julie?
-Anything?

-No.
-Yes, Bill, I'm here

on the scene, where it is
clear from what we are seeing

-that they intend to place him...
-Oh, my God,

they're... they're waiting
outside to arrest Raffaele.

There's no... There's no
cops. It's just the vultures.

Back to you.

Italy's Supreme Court
is set to rule today

on whether to uphold the
latest guilty verdict

against Amanda Knox
and Raffaele Sollecito.

If the verdict is confirmed,
Knox could face extradition.

An acquittal by the
Court of Cassation

would send Knox and
Sollecito's case

back to a lower court.

Meredith Kercher's family
has made their wishes clear.

They are convinced
of Amanda's guilt,

and would like to see her imprisoned
back where this began, in Italy.

We've just gotten word that
the verdict is coming in.

Cameras are not allowed
inside the courtroom.

That means we won't see
the decision handed down...

-Fuck this.
-...in real time, but...

Where are you going?

Getting Italian news,
it'll be faster.

What the hell is she doing?

This is a case that has
seen reversals, appeal.

Raffaele Sollecito
e Amanda Knox...

-What... What's happening?
-Assolti.

"Assolti," that
means, uh, acquitted.

-Acquitted?
-Assolti.

-You're sure?
-So, I'm free.

-Amanda, you're sure?
-I'm free. I think it's over.

Are you dead serious?!

Oh, my God!

It's over.

God!

I need to... I need
to call Raffaele.

-Raffaele!
-Amanda.

-It's crazy.
-Can... Can you believe it?

I know, we're free, Raffaele!

We're free! See!

Congratulations!

Congratulations!

Ciao. Ciao.

Oh, shh! Hello?

Hey, it's Carlo. It's Carlo.

-It's Carlo?
-Yeah.

Carlo? Carlo, is this
real? Is this happening?

-Is it really over?
-Amanda, this is unprecedented.

-Is it?
-I'm shaking.

They are not even kicking it back
to a lower court to re-adjudicate.

-You are done. You are done.
-Congratulations, Amanda.

Oh, my God!

The court cited a complete
lack of biological evidence

and quote, "stunning flaws
in Mignini's investigation."

It's the best possible outcome.

Oh, my God, thank you.

The only issue is that they
left open the possibility

that you were inside the house.

As a witness.

What?

They... They still
say I was there?

It doesn't matter.

You are never going to have to
face another trial ever again.

-Are you happy?
-Eh?

But it did matter, much
as I didn't want it to.

Them maintaining the lie
that I was there that night

marked me the liar,
somehow still complicit.

It denied that I'd been
wronged, that I'd been hurt,

and people wanted me to hurt.

My prison would always be the
false stories spun about me,

all born out of the first fiction
created in those early days

of November 2007.

I was never going to be free
until I was free of that story.

The story of me, the monster.

Until I understood why it was
written in the first place.

There was only one thing
I could think to do.

I had to go to the author.