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Ma'am, there's no drinking
allowed on the beach.

Since when?

Your I.D., please.

Sorry, I've been away.

Just empty it out.

You're around
decent people now.

You got to follow the rules.

Uhh!

Another sunny day
at the beach.

I count five stab wounds
so far,

plus a mastectomy scar
on the chest.

Breast cancer.

Poor woman brought
her tamoxifen to the beach.

Poor woman also did time.

You call it in?
Yeah.

Stopped her about an hour before
for drinking on the beach.

Jane Lee Rayburn.

You know who she was, right?

Echo Park tribe--

the cult who killed
those families in the '70s.

She was released
after a 30-year stretch.

Looks like
she left in a hurry.

"Achieving serenity
in troubled times."

Well, she's got it now.

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Echo Park
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Coroner says
she bled out on the spot.

Blade was short
and curved.

50 feet from a beach
full of citizens.

None of them looking
in the right direction.

Got some nice video.

Lots of skin, but not one shot
of our victim.

Baby Jane Lee Rayburn.

She was a 17-year-old runaway
in 1979.

That was the tenth anniversary
of the Manson Family murders,

and the Echo Park tribe
celebrated

by killing six people
in a picnic.

Killed a family of five
the next night

in a house in Silver Lake.

I was nine when it happened.

My parents wouldn't let me
out on my own

until they made arrests.

11 victims--

you'd think that would rate
life without parole.

It did...

For the tribe's leader,
Denis Alan Watson.

He's still in the can.

Baby Jane was paroled
last year

on compassionate grounds.

This scroll...

It was written in blood.

Pull up the photos
of the Echo Park crime scenes.

Click that one.

Hmm.

Looks like somebody waited
30 years for payback.

Cancer wasn't quick enough.

It's unbelievable.

I talked to Jane
just last week.

I kept telling her,
"be careful."

But she was all la-di-da--

"the universe
will take care of me."

Well, the universe
isn't that forgiving.

No kidding.
They even threatened me

for representing her
at her parole.

Ms. Rayburn get
any threats lately?

She didn't say,

but sometimes I'd get one
for her on my voice mail.

Comes with the territory,
you know,

taking Baby Jane Rayburn
on as a client.

My dad was her lawyer
at the original trial,

and I expected her
to live up to her rep--

a manipulative sadist.

Instead, I found a sad woman
full of remorse.

Yeah, terminal illness
will do that to you.

Since she's been out,

she's been speaking
to high-school kids,

girls at risk.

This was
from two weeks ago.

I hope your fancy friends
in Beverly Hills

who give you money to defend
scum like Baby Jane

are real proud of you.

It makes me sick
that she's living

in some cozy apartment
in Venice,

buying drugs at the corner CVS
with her medi-cal card.

She should die in agony,

just like
the people she killed.

Henry Franklin, police!
Open up. We have a warrant!

Clear.

All clear.

"The only survivor

"was the Davis'
four-year-old son Henry,

"who witnessed the killings

while hiding
in the bedroom closet."

Henry Das--

Franklin must be
his adopted name

guy's been reliving it
for 30 years.

All right,
00 a.M.--Yoga.

1:00 p.M.-
Ocean Bay Medical Clinic."

Jane Rayburn's
daily schedule.

15 minutes for 20 bucks.

Come on, ladies.
These hands are magic.

That's what they all say.
Mr. Franklin.

My permit's on the chair.

We can talk
on the way to the car.

This is about
Baby Jane Rayburn, right?

It's okay.
I've been expecting you.

Hands on your head.

Ye, I got her.

I got by Jane.

I finally killed her!

I finally paid her back,
that sick bitch!

Did what the State
of California couldn't.

I put the death penalty
on Baby Jane.

I'm only sorry
I can't do the same

to the rest of the tribe.

You know, I spent four hours
hugging my mother,

trying to wake her up...

After they were gone.

We know, Henry.

We saw the newspaper clips
at your apartment.

Why don't you tell us
about the day she was killed?

Okay, it was, ...

It was a Thursday, so...

She was
at her medical clinic on 4th.

I was trying to keep
an eye on her.

And then I followed her
to the beach.

The knife...

Do you always carry it,
or was this the first time?

Always. I was waiting
for my moment.

Where did you get the knife?

Kitchen drawer--
just a regular knife.

Like a steak knife?

Yeah, like that--

regular steak knife.

I think maybe I've...
Said enough.

I guess he didn't get the memo
about a short, curved blade.

He's not reading
like the doer.

Or so he'd like us to think.

Well, he'd like us to think

he had the balls
to avenge his family.

Well, until we're sure

what game Mr. Franklin
is playing,

see if you can put him
at the scene.

No, I've never seen
any of them before.

Did Ms. Rayburn mention
anyone following her

to her appointments?

Following? No.
There was something else?

Couple weeks ago,
she asked me

if the tamoxifen
she was taking

could cause
auditory hallucinations.

I told her it wasn't
a known side effect.

She was hearing things?

Whistling--

she thought someone
was whistling at her.

I can't see who's doing it.

That's what freaked her out.

Maybe it's some kind
of signal,

something to do
with the Echo Park tribe.

Well, we know where to find
the people who can tell us.

Baby would have
been better off

dying in the prison hospital.

I never even go
to the parole hearings anymore.

No one ever
has a good thought for us.

Can't imagine why.

Hey...

Those people in Echo Park

and in the house,

they were a bunch
of life-sucking germs.

You're not gonna guilt me
about that now.

It's water under the bridge
now, Ms. Ricks.

It's not why we're here.

Right.

Who killed Baby Jane,
the psycho bitch?

We'd like to play you
something.

What the hell?
Where'd you get that?

You recognize it?
It's some kind of signal?

Yeah.
Smart cop.

It's a signal
we had in the tribe

when we were running
in the dark.

Now, where'd you get it?

It was on a video
taken at the beach

just before Jane was killed.

Oh, man.

'S den.

He got her.

Denis Watson--
why would he hurt Jane?

She never testified
against him.

That was before.

Jane got all soft.

That's why they let her out.

Maybe Denis thought

she was going
to turn on him.

Sally, Watson's doing life
in the ding-wing

at Vacaville.

You don't know
what he can do.

You don't know
how powerful he is.

You might even be working
for him

without even realizing it.

I can't be in here
with you anymore.

Guard!

Guard!

You got to get me
out of here.

Well, partner...

We're in the ding-wing now.

Hmm.

You must be crazier than me

to think I had anything to do
with that killing.

In case you didn't notice,

I'm in a hole.

See, nobody has anything
to say to me.

And I don't got anything
to say to anybody.

Well, that may be, Denis,
but if you did pull it off,

if you reached out to somebody
on the outside,

it'd speak to your power.

I have no power.

I've been telling you people
that for 30 years.

So you say.
You listen to this.

This was taken
just before Jane was murdered.

That's nice.

"Nice"?

That somebody remembers.

Or maybe somebody
killed Baby Jane

to impress me.

Either way,

it doesn't make me
responsible.

Ideas are like children.

They get where they want.

Last chance, Denis.

If you contracted this killing,
we will find out.

Then it's no more
psych Ward for you.

In case you didn't notice,
the Death penalty's back on.

That's all of it
for the last year.

Fan mail--
that's touching.

Watson used to get five times
this much every month.

How many of these
has he read?

None. He lost his
mail privileges 10 years ago.

He can correspond
with his lawyer

and a brother in Virginia,
but that's it.

We're gonna need copies
of all these.

You got to wonder--

how did Watson turn these girls
into killers,

when it practically
took a S.W.A.T. team

to get your kids to bed?

He's a better con man
than me.

Con man?

Some of his fans
call him a prophet.

Just another word
for a con man.

Partner, you are
one blaspheming son of a bitch.

Hi, baby.

Hey.
Hi, TJ.

Hi.
Mwah!

The kids go to bed all right?
Like a charm.

He's lying.
I know he is.

I might have something here.

"I'm talking
about one particular

"J-Cat bitch in the pound,

needs to get hot-walked."

Okay, pound is prison.

But dogs don't get
hot-walked.

Horses do--
it's how they cool them down

when they
come off the track.

"Someone should stop
baby from barking

before she makes
a mess for you."

Baby, Baby Jane--

sounds like they're trying
to provoke Watson

into having her killed.
Where was it sent from?

Postmark is Westwood,
a year ago,

but the lingo is straight
from the state pen.

Could be somebody that was on
the inside with Jane wrote it,

had it smuggled
out to Watson.

Maybe Vacaville can lift
a print off the original.

I visit a lot of prisons.

I interview inmates who've asked
the innocence coalition

to review their cases.

You're a lawyer?
Law student--

second year.

Any inmates ever give yo
a letter to mail for them?

What's this about?

I have a right to know.

We're investigating
the murder

of Jane Lee Rayburn
last week in Venice.

She was a member
of the Echo Park tribe.

Rachel, is everything okay?

Sir, this
is a private matter.

If it's
about her activities

while working
for the innocence coalition,

then it's my business.

I run the coalition.
I'm the lawyer of record.

Prints found on a letter
mailed to a murder suspect

matched the prints
Ms. Forester gave

when she got her
Department of Corrections pass.

What was in the letter?

A murder solicitation
addressed to Denis Alan Watson.

Were Rachel's prints
on the letter or the envelope?

The envelope.

So no reason to assume
she knew what was in the letter.

We still need the name of
the inmate who gave it to her.

I'm advising her
not to answer that.

You know corrections
keeps a record

of all the inmates
you visited?

Yes.

I guess you've got a lot
of hard work ahead of you.

I got a Maura Dillon.

Rachel Forester visited her
four times up in Chino.

Before that,
Dillon was in Chowchilla

for three years...

Same time as Jane Rayburn.

What was she in for?

Uh, arson--
killed her two kids.

She did six years,

but last spring
the innocence coalition

got her conviction overturned
for prosecutorial misconduct.

She lives in Mar Vista,

awaiting a new trial.

Ten-minute drive
from Venice Beach.

We should see
how she's holding up.

I was in the same block
as Jane in Chowchilla.

I'm sorry she's dead,

but I don't see
what it has to do with me.

We're talking
to everyone who knew her.

Have you been in touch
since you been out?

No, I've had other things
on my mind.

Yeah, we can imagine.

Ye, you can get over
a lot of things.

Losing your children
isn't one of them.

I thought that's
why you were here--

to reinvestigate the fire.

No, ma'am.
How'd you get along with Jane?

Fine...
More than fine.

She was almost
like a mother to me.

I was a mess.

I'd lost my kids.

I was wrongfully convicted.
I didn't belong in prison.

We should tell you,

we've been talking
with Rachel Forester

about a letter she was asked
to mail to Denis Watson.

I know
you're doing your job.

But I will not keep talking
to you without a lawyer.

I already spent
six years in prison

for something I didn't do.

Those are
nasty-looking scars.

They're from the fire...

When I was trying to save
my daughters.

I need to get to work.

Thanks for your time.

Burns from a house fire.

More likely from someone
using her as an ashtray.

Five times
with a cigarette--

that's how they brand
the fresh meat in here.

Any record who did this
to Maura Dillon?

Well, she shared a cell

with, uh, Jane Lee Rayburn
for three years.

Everyone knows what Jane
was like back then.

Like a mother,
according to Maura.

Coming from a woman
who killed her kids,

I take that
with a grain of salt.

Five months in,
Maura filed paper on Jane

for repeated physical
and sexual abuse.

Maura alleged
that Jane "burned her,

"beat her with a bucket,

raped her with a mop
until her uterus bled."

They were cellies
for three years.

Why didn't you
switch them out?

Because a week later,
she withdrew her complaint

and refused a transfer.

Let me see
this complaint she wrote.

Thank you.

Block letters are the same
as the letter to Watson.

And they all spell
probable cause.

Hmm.

These photos--

guilty conscience or denial?

Either way,
that's not our case.

These plants were cut
with a pruning knife,

probably within the last week.

You spend
way too much time gardening.

Maybe you should too.

Didn't we say our weapon
was a short, curved blade?

I don't have
a knife like that.

I can't even picture
what you're describing.

We searched your house.

We didn't find the knife,
but we did find this...

On your computer--

a picture
your neighbor took.

So where's the knife now?

I don't know.

What's it matter?

It matches the knife
used to kill Jane.

No.

This isn't fair.

This can't be happening
to me again.

Maura, we know what Jane
did to you in prison.

We have your complaint.

You're--you're twisting
things all around.

And that photo,
you faked it,

just the same way
they faked evidence

to make it look like
I killed my girls!

Maura, let's stay focused
on Jane.

Ms. Dillon's lawyer is here.

All right, party's over.

My client's invoking.

Fine with us.
We're placing her under arrest.

What?
Oh, God, no.

No.

This isn't fair.

This isn't fair!

It's okay, Maura.

Her...

I know her.

She's a cop.

She's one of the cops
who framed me.

She had me in a room
just like that one.

Is this your desk?

Yeah.

And the woman in the photo?
That's my wife--

Detective Casey Ryan, retired.

Ryan. Well, then you've got
a problem, Detective.

Detective Ryan
was one of the cops

who sent my client to prison
six years ago

on a coerced confession.

I wasn't even the primary
on the case.

Four other detectives talked
to her after I did.

It's insane that we're even
talking about this.

Well, she's getting
a new trial,

on account the D.D.A.
In the first trial

was sleeping with the judge.

You didn't hear?

You know I stopped reading
the news after I had the baby.

So nobody coerced her
to get a confession?

Is she saying
somebody did?

Doesn't matter what she said.
I don't want you getting hurt.

Maura killed her girls

because they were keeping her
from a rich boyfriend.

She confessed,

and the arson report
backed it up.

Hmm.
End of story.

Mm-hmm.

End of story.

You're off to a great start,
Mr. Dekker--

a case fabricated
by the husband of a cop

who helped frame my client
six years ago.

Will the D.D.A. who played
footsies with the judge

be helping you?

That gentleman's long gone
from our office.

Ms. Stanton and I will be
prosecuting your client,

by the book,

from arraignment to conviction.

Don't get
ahead of yourselves.

Item one--

a statement
from your law student

admitting Ms. Dillon
asked her to mail

a murder solicitation
to Watson.

Item two--a lab report

matching a hair found
on the victim

to your client's hair.

Anytime you want
to discuss a plea,

raise your hand.

Not a chance--
take that lab report...

Let's say Maura and Jane
did meet that day.

The hair was transferred
when they hugged.

No. Enough.
No more lies. I--

Okay, let's, uh, concede
for the moment

that you might be able
to make the leap

and prove that my client
killed Jane Lee Rayburn.

More of a hop than a leap.

Let me give you a preview

of the story
the jury's going to hear.

Six years ago,

after losing her children
in a terrible fire,

my grief-stricken client
was coerced

into a false confession,

then wrongfully convicted

in a trial
in which the prosecution

was literally in bed
with the judge.

No bearing on this case.

Except that it led
to my client

being locked up in a cell
with a cold-blooded sadist

who tortured and violated her
in every way known to man.

She suffered incalculable
psychological trauma.

The State of California
turned your client

into a killer?

Juries don't go for that.

They will.
They won't have a choice.

I'm gonna take
the system apart.

Maura Dillon has one thing
in her favor.

No jury's going to care
too much

about what happened
to Jane Rayburn.

Murder is murder.

We need to kick out the main leg
of Dillon's defense--

that she was wrongly convicted
for the Arn.

You want us
to reopen the case?

Not you, Detective.

You've got a conflict.

The initial
arson investigation

was conducted
by a deputy fire marshal

named Abner Featherstone.

The truth...

And I don't care
whose toes you step on.

I've investigated
nearly 800 suspicious fires.

Most of them turn out
to be arson.

That one
was a classic example.

Show us?

Here...

Pour patterns left
by liquid accelerants,

uh, burn trailer
to the kids' bedroom.

The living room, you mean,
where the kids were found.

Uh, right,
the living room.

Uh, there was a v-shaped
soot pattern

pointing to where
it started in the hall.

You say most of the cases
you investigate

turn out to be arson.

Um, isn't the average
in the trade

about 50%?

%, uh, 60%--
that area.

And when you did
the Dillon case,

how many fires
had you investigated?

Well, that was, uh,
pretty early on.

Uh, but, uh, I must have done
at least a dozen by then.

I'm due in Encino.

Um, thanks for lunch.

So much for the great
Abner Featherstone.

You see that?

Black soot smudges?
Exactly.

Featherstone said
he found brown stains

where Maura Dillon poured
accelerant on the floor.

But accelerant doesn't leave
stains like that.

Rust and charred debris
mixed with water do.

From firemen's hoses.

Featherstone made a mistake.

Featherstone made
100 mistakes.

This fire wasn't arson.

It was caused by a short
in a kitchen appliance.

I don't care how many
arson hotshots you line up.

The woman gave me a statement.

She had details
only the person

who set the fire
could have known.

Details like
the nail-polish remover

she said she used
to start the fire?

Turns out there was
no nail-posh remover.

She mixed up one detail.

Just happens to be
the same detail

Featherstone got wrong
in his preliminary report.

Whoa, whoa, I didn't feed her
any information

from that report.

But maybe
somebody else did.

She was talking
to other detectives

at least six hours
before I came in.

You told us
she confessed to you.

The one who
had the rapport with her

was this young Lady,
Detective Ryan.

After she was done,
Maura was good to go.

You're suggesting
Detective Ryan coached her.

She was the cherry
on the squad

with the most to prove.

Good luck.

So this is
who we're prosecuting--

a grieving mother,

falsely imprisoned,

who killed the mass murderer

who raped and tortured her
for three years.

It's gonna be some rock
to push uphill.

And you get to tell the boss
all about it.

You couldn't just try her
for the Rayburn murder, Hmm?

You had to jam a stick
up a hornet's nest.

She didn't kill her kids.

She didn't belong in prison.

It's better
that we find out now

than in the middle of trial.

We're gonna make this thing
go away.

You're gonna offer Dillon
12 years for manslaughter,

declare victory,
and get out.

What, a slap on the wrist

for a textbook
first-degree murder,

right after we apologize to her
for a wrongful conviction?

No, no, we're not going
to apologize.

No.

The official position
of this office

is that we're considering
refiling the arson case.

In time, people
will forget about it,

and that case will go away.

Whose ass
are we covering here?

It's already public knowledge

that one of the D.D.A.s
from our office

slept with the judge
in that case.

That was not
on my watch, Joe.

I cleaned out
the bad apples.

Look, I'm concerned
about the police department.

They don't need
this black eye,

and we need their support.

So we give Maura Dillon...

What amounts to a walk

for the crime
she did commit.

But we don't exonerate her
for the crime she didn't commit?

That doesn't sound like
good law to me.

It's not.

It's good politics.

So they found an expert
to say it was a short.

Who cares?
She confessed.

Mark Buckley
told Stanton and TJ

somebody primed her,

said you were alone
in the room with Dillon.

I told TJ it couldn't
have gone down like that.

But you can't be sure?

Is there something
you want to tell me?

You know better
than to ask me that.

I won't be
the only one asking.

I need to check
on the babies.

The offer on the table
is 12 years to life

to a plea of manslaughter.

So generous.

Any chance this has
something to do

with the rumors your office
has a new arson report

clearing my client
in the death of her children?

This isn't about that case.

This is
about Jane Lee Rayburn,

whom your client
hunted down

and stabbed 14 times.

Still, we expect
any plea on this case

to include an admission
by your office

that she didn't kill
her kids.

That's not going to happen,
Mr. Roman.

You've heard the offer
in full.

You know...

I didn't kill my children.

I loved them
more than anything!

Maura, let's do this first.

We'd consider eight years
in medium security.

No!

My family...

People have to know
I didn't kill my kids.

Who's gonna tell them?

Maura, let--
let's do this first.

Forget it.
Offer's off the table.

What? Everything?

Everything.

The more I think about it,

the more I realize
a jury needs to decide this.

The lady deserves
her day in court.

I gave you specific
instructions to bury this.

We deserve
our day in court too.

Well, now we know
Roman's defense strategy.

He just served notice
he intends to present evidence

of intimate-partner battering.

Between cellmates
in state prison--

how novel.

And smart.

It's worked
for battered women

who claim they killed
their spouse in self-defense.

I got served
when I got home with the kids.

You're a defense witness.

When her lawyer asks you
about the confession,

Dekker won't be able
to stop him.

I know.
I'll do what I have to do.

Meaning what?

I live in the real world.
Yeah, so do I.

All right,
you could get sued.

You could get brought up
on charges.

We could lose everything.
Weave a family.

I'm sorry baby.
I just--I want to protect you.

The people will prove
that miss Dillon

stalked the victim
for weeks

before cornering her
in an underpass

and, with clear premeditation,

stabbing her 14 times.

Ladies and gentlemen,
you will hear evidence

from the defense
about psychological trauma

and abuse.

But the people will show

that this was nothing more
than revenge--

a cold-blooded settling
of accounts

between two ex-cons.

Good morning.

This trial
represents the final act

in a terrifying miscarriage
of justice,

perpetrated on my client
by the State of California.

Terrifying because
it could happen to anyone here.

We will prove that,
after losing her daughters

in a terrible fire,

my client was wrongfully
convicted of those deaths

through police malfeasance

and prosecutorial misconduct.

We will show how she was
locked in a cell

with a convicted mass murderer,
who, for the three years,

abused Maura
in ways unimaginable.

We will present
expert testimony that,

as a result of that abuse,

Maura reasonably believed

her life
was in mortal danger

and that she acted reasonably

when she killed Ms. Rayburn
in defense of her life.

The defense
subpoenaed my wife.

I heard. There's nothing
we can do about it.

They're gonna try and
jam her up on the confession.

Can they?

She doesn't know
I'm talking to you.

She's being hung out to dry.
She was a good cop.

The defense calls
Casey Ryan winters.

Sidebar, your honor?

Let's hear it.

Your honor,
we object to this witness

on the grounds
of relevancy.

She's a retired
police officer

with no connection
to the Rayburn homicide.

Her testimony is evidence
of the wrongful conviction

that put my client
in a cell with Jane Rayburn--

evidence of the events
that culminated

in her abuse by Ms. Rayburn.

Fine.
I'm gonna allow it.

Swear in the witness.

Raise your right hand.

Your honor...

The people will stipulate

that as a result
of evidentiary mistakes

and prosecutorial misconduct,

Ms. Dillon was wrongly convicted
of the arson,

that she did not kill
her children.

And, further,
if not for that conviction,

she would never have been
imprisoned with Jane Rayburn.

Are you sure you want
to do that, Mr. Dekker?

Yes, absolutely sure,
your honor.

Mr. Roman, do you accept
his stipulation?

Uh, yes, your honor.

I no longer see the relevance
of this witness.

The witness is excused.

Thank you, ma'am.

Your honor, we're going
to need a recess

to line up our next witness.

Granted.

Court will reconvene
at 1:00 P.M.

Though extreme
in its severity,

her abuse was typical
of what these victims suffer,

with one tragic exception.

She didn't choose to be
in a relationship

with Jane Rayburn.

The State of California
made that decision for her.

Could you describe
how this abuse

affected my client's perceptions
and behavior?

She had depression
and post-traumatic stress--

very common
among abuse victims.

And then the fact that--
that she felt victimized

by the system
that put her in prison

convinced her that she only
had herself to rely on

to defend her life.

Is that belief common
among abuse victims?

Many never find a way
to break the cycle of abuse.

Only the healthier people
think to fight back.

Doctor Gouldin,
isn't it true

that the defendant
killed Ms. Rayburn

three years
after the abuse had ended?

It doesn't matter.

The trauma, the fear
can persist for years

after the victims separate
from their abuser.

So in many ways,
Jane Rayburn

sealed her fate
over three years ago.

And it's your opinion

that this fear,

this belief that their life
is in danger,

is what drives abuse victims
to kill their abusers?

Yes, they see it as
the only way to save their life.

That's what drives them?

Thank you, doctor.

When Jane found out
I put in a complaint,

she went into a rage.

She beat me.

She said
she'd have me killed,

no matter where
they put me.

I believed her.

I was scared of Jane
all the time.

And worse than
the rapes and beatings

were the things she said--

terrible things...

About my daughters,

my children in heaven.

After three years,

they transferred me
because of overcrowding.

Jane told me

she could always find me.

What, if anything,

changed after you
were released from prison?

I still felt the same.

Everywhere I went, I saw people
who looked like her.

Then I heard
she was already out.

I started getting
panic attacks.

What did you decide to do?

I couldn't wait
for her to come after me.

I had to protect myself...

So I found Jane...

And I followed her.

I killed her
before she could hurt me.

I didn't ask to be put
in a cell with Jane.

I just tried to do
the best I could

to survive.

But it was too much.

I had to save myself.

Your witness.

I am very sorry
for your ordeal, Ms. Dillon.

You mentioned
your children in heaven.

You believe that, don't you?

That your babies are
up in God's house,

looking down on you?

Yes, I do.

I'm sure they are.

You still think about them?

Yes.

Every hour, every day.

You think about the things
you'd say to them

if they were still alive?

I feel like they're here
right now, listening.

You'd try to teach them
to be good people, wouldn't you?

Yes, that's what
mattered to me.

You think of yourself
as a good person, don't you?

A good person who suffered
a great injustice.

Yes.
And so you did.

When you began
following Jane...

She looked very different

from the last time you saw her
three years before,

didn't she?

Yes.

Maybe.

She lost a lot of weight.

Her hair had thinned out.

She was frail.

She had surgery for cancer.

Not the way you
remembered her, was she?

No.

I guess not.

She was very sick
and harmless, wasn't she?

I couldn't be sure
she was harmless.

Well, in the weeks
you followed her,

did you ever see her
get into a fight with anyone

or yell at anybody?

No.

She was no threat
to anyone, was she?

This was a sick woman,

who was even afraid
of a whistle.

Jane taught you that whistle,
didn't she?

The Echo Park tribe whistle.

Yes.

When you followed her,

you used it to disorient her...

To frighten her.

I don't know.
I just used it.

Isn't that what you wanted--
to make her afraid,

to feel what you felt
all those years?

I don't know.

You wanted to pay her back,
isn't that right?

Because you were angry.

You were angry,
and you wanted revenge.

Your honor,
there's no question here.

Mr. Dekker.

Maura,
isn't telling the truth

part of being
a good person?

It is, isn't it?

Yes.

So what could you tell us?

What would you tell
your children,

as they listen to you now,

about what you did
to Jane Rayburn?

Mommy got mad and...

Made a mistake.

Because you weren't afraid
for your life, were you?

No.

You were just angry at Jane,

at the people
who put you in prison.

Yes.

But you couldn't take it out
on them, could you?

So you put it all on Jane.

Yes.

That's why you killed her.

That's what was going
through your mind

when you stabbed her
14 times.

Oh, God.

I couldn't stop.

I was just so angry

about everything
that happened to me--

losing my babies...

My life.

It wasn't fair.

It just wasn't fair.

Somebody had to pay.

I'm sorry.

I'm so...

Sorry.

I just wanted somebody
to pay.

No more questions.

12 years?

We might as well take
our chances with the jury.

They heard your client.

I doubt they'll agree revenge
is an acceptable defense.

That might not
matter so much to them

as the fact that Maura's
already served six years

for a crime
she didn't commit.

Voluntary manslaughter...

With credit for time served.

She does the full six,
no parole,

no early release.

I am truly sorry
for what happened to you.

But now everyone knows.

Six years.

I declared victory
and got out.

Everybody got their day
in court.

I have to go to Parker center
and smooth some feathers.

Your stipulation
didn't go over well

with the police chief.

I am sure
you will find a way

to spin it
to your advantage, sir.

So will you, Joe.

Nobody put a gun
to Dekker's head,

but he's a smart guy...

Figured the odds.

So what would you have said?

Under oath?
What do you think?

The truth...

One way or the other.

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