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Sorry, everything's a
bit cold this morning.

Thanks to Jodi Arias,

I've had my life
threatened repeatedly,

I've been attacked.

I lost my job and my family.

For a while, I was the second
most-hated person in America.

Marked by the devil herself.

I think I'm okay
with a bit of cold.

Let's start with your name.

Donavan Bering.

D-O-N...

A-V-A-N...

I thought being sent to jail

was my rock bottom.

Now I know,
it wasn't even close.

My plan was simple:
to survive.

Take one day at a time
and just get through it.

What wasn't in the plan?

Falling in love.

Watch out for Rosie today.

She's looking for
someone to punish.

Well, she's always
been nice to me.

Nobody's nice in here.

You understand that, right?

Okay.

Babe, trust me.

The ones that
aren't getting out,

they've got nothing to lose.

If I hadn't met you, I don't
think I would have made it.

Yeah, but you did.

And you will.

Stay by my side, I got you.

Y'all hear what's
for lunch today?

Prime ribs with baby
baked potatoes and

grilled asparagus.

Or a chunk moldy bread
Arpaio found in a dumpster.

No.

Lemon meringue pie for dessert.

Seriously, shut up.

Or...

- Chocolate fudge cake.
- Oh, yeah.

- You see what you started?
- Yup.

Warm raspberry crumble
with vanilla ice cream

just melting on top.

- Ooh...
- That's the one.

Meeting Tracy made
jail survivable.

Now I-we- had a new plan.

Do our time,
live happily ever after.

And then, Jodi Arias
walked through the door.

Yeah...

None of us had
access to the news.

While the rest of the world
knew her as the woman

who'd soon be on trial for
murdering her boyfriend,

all we knew was she didn't
look like she belonged here.

Snitch.

She won't last long.

There's only one
empty bunk that way.

Oh, hell no!

Oh! Uh-oh!

Brown... Brown!

There's no way I'm
bunking with a snitch!

- Get out!
- Hey!

This ain't summer camp, Brown.

You don't get to choose
who you bunk with.

You want to get written up?

Hey!

Got a new girlfriend, Brown?

I guess they're not
even trying to

disguise snitches anymore.

God, it's like dropping
a baby bunny

into a coyotes' den.

I know, right.

A snitch can get
your charges upped,

get you sent to the hole.

But we haven't done anything.

It doesn't matter!

Never forget where you are.

I won't, I promise.

Goodnight.

Did she say anything?

What is she doing
in there all day?

Drawing, writing.

"Dear diary, I'm starting
to reconsider

my life as a snitch."

I know how we can
find out for sure.

Ask her to do something illegal.

So you never thought about it?

Tattoos?

You'd be good at it.

- Well, how would we-
- There are ways.

You in?

Can I do the first one on you?

Sure.

Getting your hands on
the stuff you need

to do jail tattoos is easy.

But tattooing is a
major infraction,

right up there with
doing drugs or fighting.

If you're caught, you could
lose all your privileges

and end up in solitary.

No snitch would take the risk.

You need it to be a fine powder.

- Thanks.
- For what?

Trusting me to do this.

I felt so alone coming here,
this means...

It means a lot.

Now, shampoo.

Just a drop.

Alright.

You know what happens if
you get caught, right?

Can I ask you a question?

You mean "the" question?

How'd I end up here?

You don't have to answer.

Same as everybody.

Bad choices.

I was with a guy who
tied somebody up,

beat him, left him for dead.

I thought he was
gonna kill me too.

I was high and...

I don't trust cops.

I got charged like I did it.

I'm not going home
for a long time.

And your... girlfriend?

Did you know her before?

No, met here...

day she arrived.

And her bad choice?

Ah...

She trusted somebody that
burned a business down

for insurance money.

She found out about it,
didn't snitch.

So, they put in her
in maximum security?

She's from Alaska.

They thought she
was a flight risk.

I'm so sorry for what
you've both gone through.

It doesn't seem fair.

What about you?

I'm not supposed
to talk about it.

Is this hurting?

It looks like it would.

It's fine.

There was so much blood.

Sorry...

It's just that...

Travis, my boyfriend...

he was murdered.

Stabbed and shot
right in front of me.

What do you think so far?

Um...

You'll get better with practice.

It'll be great when it's done.

Trust me.

Hey...

I finally got a crystal
they can't take from me.

So, she's okay?

Yeah, I think so...

Hey!

This is Donavan.

I'm Jodi.

Initials of my niece and nephew.

And now I appreciate
the skill those took.

I have another one on my
back and a Buddha on my leg.

- You're Buddhist?
- Since I was 22.

I asked my mom to send me books.

There's one about
Buddhism on my list.

I'll share it with you.

I'm actually Mormon now.

I converted for my
boyfriend, Travis.

For me, really, for us.

But I'm fascinated
by all religions.

Tracy's Wiccan.

When I was younger, I had
a boyfriend who was Wiccan,

so it was a big
part of my life too.

What I love most both about
Buddhism and Wicca

is the emphasis on nature.

When you strip
everything else away,

all the stuff that
doesn't matter,

that's what we
have left, nature.

And love...

Sorry, sometimes I talk
too much about subjects

I'm really passionate about.

That's okay.

I think it's beautiful that
you two found each other.

Here, of all places.

I think it was
Anne Frank who wrote,

"I don't think of
all the misery,

but of the beauty that
still remains."

Does anybody want this?
I don't need it.

I'll take it.

Of course we liked her.

She was smart,
she was interesting.

And she wasn't like
anybody else we'd ever met.

"Pernicious."

You realize none of this
is sinking in, right?

Okay well, how about a
word from yesterday then?

"Duress."

We're being forced to
learn words under duress.

See?

"Pernicious."

No clue.

"Causing great harm or
damage in a way that

is not easily
seen or noticed."

Huh.

Let's do another one.

Mom, I just miss you...

Thank you so much.

What was that about?

Nothing.

She needed to call her family,

but she couldn't afford it.

You put money on
her phone account?

Do you even know her?

She needed her mom.

There's this one or...?

I want something to
symbolize my love for Tracy.

My boyfriend Travis
used to do that.

He wouldn't even
have to say anything.

He'd just look at me and I knew.

More than anything else,
that's what I miss.

He was murdered.

The police think I did it,
that's why I'm here.

As if I could ever
kill somebody I loved.

Crazy, right?

Not everybody liked her.

Hey...

They're making a
plan to get Jodi.

Who?

Who do you think?

Today.

What am I going to do?

You want to get to Arias...

you gotta go through me.

Everybody got that?!

Got it?

Do you...

Hear me?!

During the day, Jodi
stuck to us like glue.

But nights were another story.

Hey, where were you?

I've been doing TV interviews.

It's going to help my case.

If people get to know me,
see that I'm smart and

articulate, hear my
side of the story.

Yeah, I'm sure there are
hundreds of women

who would love to tell their
side of their story.

Why you?

It's not my fault that
people are interested in me.

Be careful.

Always.

Jodi did endless interviews.

While everybody on the
outside was seeing this...

I'd be shaking in my boots
right now if I had to

answer to God for such
a heinous crime.

I'm very grateful that
this is one thing

I'll never have to answer to.

I did not kill Travis.

All we were seeing was this...

sprucing up
any dish.

And these pastries will
be the apple of your eye.

I'm gonna call you
Songbird from now on.

That's what you remind me of.

Goodnight, Songbird.

Goodnight.

Amazing grace,

how sweet the sound.

That saved a wretch like me.

I once was lost...

but now am found.

Was blind, but now I see.

'Twas grace that brought...
my heart...

Until my dying day,

that song will never
bring me comfort.

Thanks to Jodi, it's burned
in my memory as

something I was too naive to
realize at the time...

the sound of the devil
singing us to sleep.

How precious
did that grace appear

the hour I first believed.

Prison crushes you.

Makes you less than you are.

But Tracy gave me hope.

Hope I could survive it.

We were a team
facing it together.

It didn't take long for us
to realize that there was

one set of rules for Jodi Arias,

and one set of rules for
everybody else.

This is gonna look
so good, Donovan.

Can't wait.

Guard.

This ain't your cell,
Brown, clear out.

Where were you yesterday,
Officer Bricker?

We missed you.

You need to wrap
this up in here.

Since you asked so nicely.

Love the new haircut,
by the way.

There are benefits to being
nice to them, you know.

You can do what you want.

I'm no badge bunny.

So you don't want one then?

Nope.

Chocolate chip cookies.

Chocolatey chip in
Tracy's tummy tum.

- Mm!
- Mmm!

- My God.
- Mm, right?

The lady who lived
next door to us

made these when I was little.

She'd see me sitting
outside and call me over.

Sometimes it was all
I had to eat that day.

Where was your family?

Ah... I lived with
my grandmother.

Yeah...

She hated me.

Or...

That's how it felt.

I'm sure she didn't.

My grandmother carried around
a wooden spoon with her.

She would beat me with
it every single day.

Sometimes she would
beat me so hard...

it would break in half.

Then she'd use the belt.

I had so many bruises and
welts on my body that

I had to wear a
long-sleeved shirt and

pants to school
just to hide them.

At the end of her life,
my grandmother apologized.

I sat by her side for a week.

She just kept saying it
over and over.

There's not enough
apologies in this world

for being a monster.

I'm so sorry.

I can't imagine.

My parents weren't perfect,

but my childhood was
pretty much ideal.

You're such a beautiful person.

You didn't deserve that.

Nobody does.

Anybody that hurts a kid

deserves to suffer.

Every last one of them.

Well, I'm sure the sugar will

help us sleep like
babies tonight.

Yeah.

Hey?

I hope you dream of...

something better.

Yeah, thanks.

Donavan has her
court case today.

Judge will decide how
much longer she's here.

What do you think
is going to happen?

In my experience, nothing good.

She's so scared.

I have to do something.

She'll be fine.

If I could just make her laugh,

I know it would make
her feel better.

Donovan!

Brown, Arias.

Show's over.

Arias!

I love you more than unicorns!

Don't worry.

She doesn't deserve to be here.

But if she goes home...

You don't want to lose her.

I could be here for ten years.

I can't ask her to wait.

I don't think you have to.

She loves you and you love her.

It's worth doing whatever
it takes to hang on to that.

Sure.

Listen to me.

You can't let anybody take
that love away from you.

Ever.

Thanks, Songbird.

And a sexy dance every
now and then never hurts.

Always happy to help.

Five months, minus time served.

The Judge wished he
could give me less,

doesn't think I
should be here at all.

Yeah, he's right.

So, what, you could be out
of here in a couple weeks?

I could.

Hey look, it doesn't
matter where we are.

We're still together.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

Sorry to interrupt.

I had an idea.

It wasn't real...

You look so beautiful.

But it was as close as
we could get at the time.

And it felt real to us.

Fate, karma and destiny
have brought

Tracy and Donavan
together in a marriage

of two faiths and two
beautiful souls.

We had no idea that the hand
that blessed our marriage

was the same hand that,
just five months earlier,

stabbed Travis Alexander
as many as 29 times,

shot him in the head, and
sliced his throat with so

much force that it just
about decapitated him.

You okay?

Yeah, just, weirdest dream.

Hm, I get those a lot too.

All I saw was you, alone...

like, wearing a white dress.

Like floating.

I mean, it was beautiful, but...

something about it...

It was a prophecy.

What do you mean?

If I'm found guilty,
I'm going to kill myself.

Songbird!

Don't worry about it,
no jury will convict me.

Hey, hey, possible incoming.

Who is it?

It's the new guy, Schmidt.

Don't worry about him.

Did you flash him?

I can neither confirm nor deny.

Oh my God.

You're the worst.

We do what we have to do.

Mind if I sign my name to it?

Um...

I want you to have
something to remember me by.

Songbird, please don't.

I told the police everything
that happened that night.

I was there when two
intruders broke in-

one male, one female.

Dressed in black, wearing masks.

I saw them kill Travis.

I thought they were
going to kill me too,

but I got away.

As long as I'm in here,
do you think they're even

bothering to look for
the real murderers?

I just thought, when I'm gone,

at least my name will
still be with you.

Maybe knowing I'm at peace
will bring you peace too.

Never mind, it's a silly idea.

No...

I mean...

Sure, why not?

When Jodi tattooed
her name on Tracy,

it seemed innocent enough.

Up until that day, the three
of us had been inseparable.

That was about to change.

No!

Somebody reported
your relationship

with Donavan Bering.
You know how this works.

We have to separate you.

This isn't right
and you know it!

Please let her stay, please.

Arias, step outside,
step outside.

What's happening!?

They're moving her to Tower B.

No!

Don't make this harder
than necessary, Brown.

Let's go.

This is bull!

The one good thing
I have in my life.

Songbird, you and Donavan

have to take care of each other.

No, no, no, I can't
do this without you.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

It's gonna be okay,
it's gonna be okay.

- Let's go.
- No!

- Brown, let's go!
- I'm not going!

- Let's go!
- Tracy!

Stay back!

Tracy!

Tracy! Tracy!

Tracy! Stop,
you're hurting her!

Lock down, back to your cells!

Come on, you don't
want to get in trouble.

After Tracy was moved
to solitary...

Jodi was scared.

So was I.

Tracy kept us safe.

And now, no matter
where we were,

locked down or not,
anything could happen.

And there were new arrivals

who had seen plenty
of Jodi on TV.

They figured they'd get
their 15 minutes of fame

by being the one to
kill Jodi Arias.

Take it easy out there.

On the outside,
I may have looked like

I could protect Jodi.

But on the inside,
I knew I couldn't.

And I missed my wife.

I really don't want to
lose touch with you

after you leave.

Me either.

Hey, remember that first
day when I met you?

I knew you came into
my life for a reason.

Our bond of sisterhood,
it makes me feel like

I can survive anything.
That's all thanks to you.

Me?

When are you going to start
believing people

when they tell you how
awesome you are?

Hey, maybe you can help me
with my social media,

so I can get the word
out about my innocence.

I need somebody I trust
to help me with that.

You know I trust you more
than anyone, even my family.

Sure, whatever you need, yeah.

I got a note from Tracy.

She told me to act out so
they put me in the hole too.

You're not going
to do it, are you?

- I have to.
- No, you don't.

It's the last chance I have
to see her before I'm released.

When I'm out,
I'll be on probation,

it's not like I can go visit.

I can't wait years
to see her again.

But you'll be abandoning me!

Either way,
I'm getting out soon.

I can't protect you forever.

If you do this, I will
never forgive you.

- Songbird-
- Ever!

Lock down!

I warned the guards that I
wasn't going to lock down.

They knew why.

They had no choice but
to send me to the hole.

They knew I'd go willingly.

Bering.

Bering!

I hope she's worth it.

Let's go.

Arias!
Back to your cell.

Protective custody.

"The Hole".

No communication with humans,

no privileges, no humanity.

Just one second of every
day made it worth it.

Before long, letters from
Jodi started appearing.

"My dearest Donavan,
I miss you so much."

"Somewhere in time
I must have done

an enormous amount of good deeds

to have been rewarded
with such wonderful and

selfless friends
as you two."

"I just don't know what
I'll do without you."

"Hello, my lovely friend."

"I'm so grateful that you've
offered to help me

when you get out."

"I'm more determined than
ever to clear my name and

gain my freedom.

You can help me
make that happen."

"I'd like to know what is
being posted online on

some specific personal
social media pages.

I will send you a list of names,

including Travis'
family members."

"I'd definitely like to know
if any of them mention that

they're in favor of
the death penalty.

A true Christian should
never favor death.

That is God's place to say."

"My Dearest Tracy...

I know that times are
tough for you right now

but don't you dare give up.

Love you and miss you.

Your Songbird."

"Thinking of what good
friends you are makes me cry,

and crying is something
I don't do often anymore

as I've gone numb
since being hit with

one traumatic event
after another."

Yeah, get her!

Yeah, get her!

Rosie!

One word...

one word...

you're both dead.

Amazing Grace...

Brown, roll up,
you're moving out.

After Tracy's sentencing,

she was transferred
to Perryville prison

to serve out the
remainder of her ten years.

Let me say goodbye to Donavan.

Let's go.

I knew there was a
good chance I wasn't

going to be able to
see her for years.

I love you, Donavan Bering!

I love you too!

Not long after,
they released me.

But I would never be the same.

Jail changed me.

It didn't make me feel
remorse for failing to

report a crime when I should've.

I carried plenty of
remorse long before

I was put behind bars.

Jail made me mistrust
a system that

treats people like us way
differently than the

Sheriff's rich hunting buddies.

More than anything,

jail made me want to hold
those I loved close and

fight for them
with everything in me.

It's lies, all of it.

I know her,
Jodi's a good person.

She would never-
You don't know her!

Hello?

You have a call from the Arizona

Department of Corrections,
Estrella Jail.

To accept the call from inmate-

Jodi Arias-

Press 2.

This call is being recorded.

Songbird!

Oh, I really wish I
could hug you right now!

It's unbearable without you!

I sent some letters to your
house, did you get them?

Probably.

I saw you on magazines,
on tabloids,

there are so many of them.
You're everywhere.

How did I look?

The things they're
saying are awful.

Are there any pictures
of me when I was blond?

Travis loved my hair that way.

When I found out I
was gonna be arrested,

I had to dye it
back to my natural.

No way I was just gonna let
it grow out and end up with

a two-tone mess.

Can you imagine me doing
interviews like that?

I guess not.

Look for the first
letter I sent.

I drew a songbird on it.

Oh, I got it.

I need you to get in touch
with some people for me.

- Who are they?
- Friends!

People who can help.

Jodi never told me
how she knew them.

I thought they were
old friends of hers.

They weren't.

They were new friends, like me,

who believed in her
innocence and

were willing to help
her prove it.

Hello, is this Lukas?

Lukas was a computer
genius in Germany.

He'd written a program that
had made him enough money

to spend his time
on his hobbies,

like helping an accused
American murderer

prove her innocence.

Whatever Jodi needed
researched, he was her guy.

There was a lawyer from Miami

who I only knew by his
last name, Olek.

Whenever Jodi wasn't sure
her own lawyers were

making the best decisions,

Olek came to the rescue
with his legal expertise.

There were the
Becks in New York.

They were great at drumming
up even more supporters.

Whenever Jodi needed anything,

all it took was one call
and they'd be there.

That was just the
beginning of Team Arias.

All of us dedicated
to saving Jodi.

When you were released
from prison and

you began working
for Jodi Arias,

did you believe she
was innocent of the

murder of Travis Alexander?

Yes.

Was she innocent?

Hell no.

While I was trying
to restart my life,

Tracy was facing a new,
much tougher prison.

And she was doing it alone.

For me, helping Jodi
was becoming

my whole world.

My new job was finding a
publisher for the book

Jodi had been writing
about herself and

getting her own words out
there on social media.

I am so
grateful for every letter,

comma, postcard, comma...

Are you getting this?

"Every letter, comma, postcard-"

It's my name, Donavan.

No spelling errors,
no missing punctuation.

If you make any mistakes,

I'm the one that
looks like an idiot.

I cannot look stupid.

Ever. Understand?

I'm being careful, I promise.

At first, the posts
were harmless,

and I was happy to
help my friend.

Pretty soon she was calling me

with instructions every day.

Then twice a day,
sometimes more.

Hello?
This is Donavan.

Yes, I know Jodi Arias.

Yep, 4PM, I can.

They want to interview me.

Who?

One of the news stations.
I don't want to be on TV.

Think about how much
it'll help my case

for people to hear the truth.

I don't know, I'm not like you.

I'm not comfortable
in front of a camera.

Oh, you'll be great.

I thank God for you every day,

you know that, right?

Jodi is smart, she's generous.

She wouldn't hurt a fly,
let alone someone she loved.

She told me that intruders
in black masks

broke into his house,
a male and a female.

I'm not sure if they were there

as a robbery gone wrong,

or if they intended to hurt
him for whatever reason.

Luckily, Jodi escaped without
them killing her, too.

People see the front page of
the tabloids and they assume

they know what happened,
but they don't.

I know Jodi.

Everything about her
is love and not hate.

Fired for what?

Going on TV, supporting
someone who's innocent

until proven guilty?

You know I work hard here.

This isn't fair.

Hey.

What are you doing, Dov?

You're defending murderers now?

- No, I...
- We saw you on TV!

- Mom did too.
- Jodi's my friend.

I know that she didn't do any-

How can you still
be so gullible?

You've already been to jail
for trusting the wrong person.

- Didn't you learn a thing?
- This is different.

Damn right it is!

Do I need to call your
probation officer to

save you from yourself?

But I haven't
done anything wrong.

Jodi's not a convicted felon,

I'm allowed to talk to
her without violating

my probation.

Do you have any idea
how much she's hated?

You seriously want to be on
the receiving end of that?

I've been on the receiving
end of hate my whole life!

"Freak! Dyke!"

And what, when the kids
were coming after you,

you didn't mind me
standing up to

the bullies then, did you?

That's not the same
thing and you know it.

It is to me,
Jodi is a victim too.

Look, I love you,
but you're choosing

Jodi Arias over your family.

Oh, please.

I've got to watch
out for my kids, Dov.

Don't call me, don't call Mom.

We didn't want this,
but we're done.

We're just done.

Life was about to
get harder for Tracy, too.

Does that say, "Jodi Arias"?

Open 7-1-3.

What's going on?
What are you doing?

Turn around!
Hands behind your back!

Tell me, just tell me
what's happening!

I didn't do anything! Please,
I didn't do anything!

Where are you taking me?

Why am I here?

When was the last
time you communicated

with Donavan Bering?

What is this about?

Are you gonna answer
the question or

am I gonna write you up?

When was the last time
you communicated

with Donavan Bering?

She was on the
approved visitors list.

Then she got removed.

I guess you'll have to see
her like the rest of us,

on TV.

Let's talk about your tattoos.

I had them all when I got here.

What about the one with
the murderer's name on it?

This facility operates
under my rules.

And only my rules.

Whatever plans you're putting
in place for Jodi Arias,

abandon them now
and save yourself.

I'm not planning anything.

When was the last time
Arias contacted you?

- She sends me letters.
- About what?

I don't know.
Pep talks,

"hang in there,"
that kind of stuff.

What does she ask
you to do for her?

Nothing!

You call her Songbird?

She sings a lot.

Who else does she know here?

I don't know!

We know what she's
up to at Estrella.

And she's not gonna
get away with it here.

Oh my God,

you're actually afraid
of Jodi Arias.

You best think about how many
years you got left in here.

How hard do you want them to be?

If she's sending
you instructions,

if she's laying the
groundwork for an

escape attempt, we will
find out about it.

And as God as my witness, Brown,

you'll regret the day you
ever heard the name

Jodi Arias.

Or had it permanently
etched in your skin.

The Jodi I know would
never have harmed Travis.

While Jodi sits in jail,

the intruders are free
to murder again.

Why are you not
talking about them?

I'd spent months
doing Jodi's bidding.

Posting whatever she wanted.

Getting messages to Team Arias.

And coordinating
with Jodi's mom.

By the time I finally met
her parents in person,

I'd spent so much time
talking to them

on the phone, they already
felt like family.

At last!

Oh...

Come on in, hun.

Donavan...

Oh, no, no, no, it's okay.

Thank you for everything
you're doing for us.

They haven't found us here yet.

Who?

Oh, you know, all of them.

We had to shut down our
restaurant for good.

Every week, more...

broken windows, more threats.

They found my mother's house.

Told her they were
going do to her

what was done to Travis.

She's in her 80s,
it's just not right.

It doesn't matter if we
change our phone number.

They find us.
I don't know how.

We live in fear.

Fear that their
threats are real.

Fear that they're gonna
find our daughter guilty and

sentence her to...

Jodi's difficult, we know.

We're not blind to who she is.

Bill...

She's no angel.

But she's still our child.

You know I'm here to
help any way I can.

I'm not going anywhere.

After my own family
had disowned me,

I needed Jodi's parents
as much as they needed me.

They were afraid of Jodi Arias.

What are you looking for?

Tracy paid the price.

Oh, hey, that's my wife!

Please don't, please,
please don't, please,

it's all I have.

Hello?

Tracy needs to talk to you,
I'll put her through.

Donavan, you need
to stop helping Jodi.

What's going on, are you okay?

They keep searching my cell.

They won't stop.

They're looking for
anything from Jodi.

Tell her to stop writing to me.

You should stop helping her too.

Trust me, you need to
walk away from this.

I can't.

This call is being recorded.

Songbird.

I need to ask you a favor.

Okay.

I know you believe in
the power of prayer.

And I'm sure you pray for me
each and every day and

I'm endlessly grateful for that.

As you know,
my trial is coming up.

I'm asking that you set
aside a special day for

the purpose of praying
and fasting for me.

Can you do that for me?

Donavan?

Sure, of course.

They're threatening us!
Do something!

On that first day,

I didn't care about anything
the prosecution said.

It was their job to
prove Jodi's guilt...

we knew that.

But when Jodi's own lawyer
gave her opening statement,

it took everything in me
not to stand up and scream.

Jodi Arias killed
Travis Alexander.

There is no question about it.

The million-dollar question...

it's, what would have
forced her to do it?

And throughout this trial,
you will hear

that Jodi was indeed forced.

I didn't hear anything else.

You have a call from
the Arizona Department

of Corrections, Estrella Jail.

To accept the call from inmate-

Jodi Arias-

Press 2.

This call is being recorded.

Donavan?

I know you're probably
angry right now.

And I can't blame you.

I need you to know that I
didn't tell you everything

because I was ashamed.

And I didn't want you,
of all people,

to think less of me.

I was worried that if I told
you what really happened,

I'd lose you.

And I can handle a lot,
but not that.

All my life, whenever
I heard a story of

some woman whose
husband was abusive,

I could never understand
why she wouldn't just leave.

How she could suffer through
that kind of abuse and then,

get into bed with him at
the end of the day and

cry herself to sleep.

I never understood it...

until the one crying
herself to sleep was me.

If it was up to me, none of
this would be coming out now.

I don't want people
to think less of him.

And I don't want people
to see that I was weak,

that I let that happen to me,
let it get that far.

But...

my lawyers tell me that the
only way to save my life

is to tell the truth.

When Jodi dropped the
intruder theory and

claimed self-defense,
I had to accept that

she was capable of
murder after all.

I was shocked, I was angry,

but I knew one thing from
my own experience.

When somebody tells you
they're a victim

of domestic abuse...

you believe them.

I was back on Team Arias,
believing Jodi,

supporting her parents.

But the details of the
crime would test us all.

He was stabbed so many times,

the coroner couldn't even
make sure of the count.

Then a shot to the head,
and a final cut to the throat.

As one of the
experts described it,

she had killed
Travis three times.

One minute it was
horrific autopsy photos,

and the next...

a sex tape.

Oh, Travis...

You make me feel so dirty.

They'd spent months
harassing Tracy about Jodi,

writing her up for
no good reason.

Locked down 23 hours a day,

no phone calls, no visitors.

All for what,
knowing Jodi Arias?

I need you to Tweet
that Travis liked

looking at little boys in
their underwear.

I don't know.

It'll help my case
if people know

what kind of person he was.

I can't post that.

Sure you can.

Fine, say it's a rumor then.

I designed a domestic
abuse survivor t-shirt.

We can sell them on one of
my supporter pages and

donate the proceeds to a
women's charity.

I need you to find
one we can work with.

Also, talk to Lukas and see
who's running this website

"Justice for Travis."

I sent you a list of some of
the people supporting that

we need to make sure look
blocked on all my pages.

Oh, and get that
list to the Becks,

they can check them out.

We need to go after them.

Oh, and talk to my mom,

and tell her to put more
money on my phone.

And commissary.

I'm dying for some chocolate.

I should've listened to Tracy,

but I still believed
Jody was a victim.

Did you kill Travis Alexander

on June 4th, 2008?

Yes, I did.

Why?

The simple answer is
that he attacked me,

and I defended myself.

After sticking
with Jodi so long,

she must've thought there
was nothing she could say

or do that would make me
change my mind about her.

She was wrong.

Let's back it up a little and

talk about your
immediate family.

My mom began to carry a
wooden spoon in her purse.

She would beat me with it.

Every single day.

It was a wooden kitchen
spoon that she would carry

in her purse and if we
were misbehaving,

she would use it on us.

When you say, "use it"?

She would hit us with it.

It felt pretty hard,
it left welts.

Sometimes she would
beat me so hard,

it would break in half.

What happened when you
were ten years old?

I think that's the
first year my dad

started to use a belt.

I had so many bruises
and welts on my body...

that I had to wear a long
sleeved shirt and pants

to school just to hide 'em.

Did he leave welts?

He didn't leave welts
as often as my mom.

She also used the belt.

My dad was very intimidating,

so I don't think
he had to hit us

quite as hard to
get the point across.

My mom didn't carry that
fear factor with her,

so I think she used more force.

So, you loved them,
and they hit you?

Yes.

At the time,
I didn't know she was

stealing Tracy's story.

But I did know that what was
coming out of Jodi's mouth

was a lie.

I was lucky,
my childhood was ideal.

Growing up, my childhood
was pretty much ideal.

And her lies were hurting
people I cared about.

I didn't...

I know.

I wasn't perfect...

but I would never.

She's my little girl.

We know the truth.

What you got?

What you need?

Inmate down, inmate down!

A-Pod 7-1-3.

Inmate down and unresponsive!

We need an ambulance!

Come on, Brown,
come on, stay with us!

Yeah?

Donavan Bering?

Who's asking?

I'm an Officer at Perryville,

this call is off the record.

Is Tracy okay?

She's okay, but
she attempted suicide.

I have to see her,
I'll come right-

I'll come down right away.

You know that's not possible.

You're not official next of kin.

I shouldn't be making this
call, but if it was me...

Can I talk to her?
Please, please.

It's Donavan.

Babe, are you there?

I'm sorry.

If you die, I'm going too,
you hear me?

I did everything
I'm supposed to do.

They won't leave me alone.

It's all 'cause of Jodi.

And they're taking it out on me.

They're not even hiding it.

I can't live like this anymore.

I promise you, it'll get better.

I'll write the Warden,
I'll call,

do whatever it takes...

Get them to stop.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry it took me so long

to see who Jodi really is.

That everything out of
her mouth is a lie.

She's taken so much from us.

No more.

No more.

I changed the passwords.

Social media was
Jodi's lifeline.

I cut it off.

I'm gonna continue using
the media coverage

that I've been given.

But not to help Jodi.

To defend you.

You're my family now,
both of you.

That's why I'm gonna keep
my mouth shut about what a

despicable human being
I think she really is.

We're gonna be late.

From very early on,

Jodi was completely
obsessed with Travis.

I started seeing things
about her that were...

disturbing.

I said, "Travis, I'm afraid
we're gonna find you

chopped up in her freezer."

How do you know her?

I saw that you were
looking at her...

bikini, sitting by the pool.

Who is she?

You still haven't
answered my question.

Who is she?

Without me to post her lies,

without me to post her attacks

on anybody who criticized her,

without me to give
instructions to Team Arias,

she had nothing.

But nobody leaves Jodi Arias.

Ask Travis Alexander how
that worked out for him.

They all came after me at once.

Lukas in Germany, the
computer genius who helped

Jodi by finding anything
and everything online,

was now hacking into sites
to find personal information

about me, ruining my
life in any way possible.

Olek, the lawyer,
as it turns out,

his best connections were
with people who didn't mind

breaking the law on his behalf.

And they had plenty of
time on their hands

to come after me.

I was already hated enough
for supporting Jodi.

The Team Arias attacks
were so much worse.

They humiliated me online,
hacked my accounts,

falsely reported I'd
committed crimes that

could send me to
prison for years.

They contacted my
friends and family and

started going after them too.

I was terrified, for myself,
and everyone I cared about,

but every time I called the
cops they'd just say it was

my own fault for associating
with people like Jodi Arias.

I sit in bonded
captivity in the filth of a

dark and artificial environment
while someone else,

who has nothing to gain or lose

whether I live or die,
fights for me.

We may both have people
that pray for us to live,

but the difference is I
also have people that

pray for me to die.

When everyone else was
turning their backs on me

during the darkest
time of my life,

you claimed to be a solid and
immovable rock in my support,

but it is you that has
shown me the facade

that our friendship really was.

I have to accept what
is so blatantly obvious and

staring me in the face:

It was a false sense
of hope, strength,

and support you instilled in me.

False!

You're either helping Jodi...

or you're lying awake at
night wondering which one

of your loved ones
we'll find next.

Your choice, Bering.

You may say
"goodbye" if you wish.

Many have.

But it is too painful
for me to say it back.

Hello?

You have a call from the

Arizona Department of
Corrections, Estrella Jail.

To accept the call from inmate-

Jodi Arias-

Press 2.

This call is being recorded.

Donavan!

I missed talking to you so much.

You know, when you changed
my social media passwords

and wouldn't answer your phone,

I was so mad.

I did feel like you betrayed me.

But it's in the past
now and I love you.

Everything you said about
your parents in court,

how they beat you?

Don't worry about that.

It's all my lawyers,
they think it'll help.

What about Travis
liking little boys?

Is that a lie too?

Ignore all that stuff.

They're just trying
to save my life.

You understand that, right?

Can you pretty please change
my passwords back

and post something for me?

So, you ready for the verdict?

I guess so.
How are things over there?

- Any better?
- Yeah.

Thanks to you.

How many complaints
did you file?

Hm, about a dozen.

Got my privileges again.

And, looks like I'm getting
my old job back at Programs.

My old supervisor there is
putting in a good word for me.

After Jodi's sentenced
and moved over there,

they won't put her
in your unit, right?

No, no.

She won't be anywhere near me.

- Don't worry.
- I can't help it.

Babe, once the
verdict is read, it's over.

She'll have nothing
left to lose or gain.

And her puppets have
nothing left to fight for.

Songbird will either
be caged or killed.

Either way, you'll be free.

I know.

- Hey.
- What?

I love you more than unicorns.

Me too.

The jury couldn't
come to a consensus.

Some thought Jodi deserved
the death penalty.

Others didn't.

Even knowing what she had
done and how she had done it,

some of them were
still conned by her.

Thank you, Donavan.

You know I'm here for
you no matter what, okay.

Jodi Arias...

The court finds,
as the jury found,

the crime is especially cruel.

The offense was
committed with at least

two deadly weapons.

A gun and at least one knife.

The crime involved
substantial planning

and preparation.

The defendant did not
render aid to the victim.

The defendant destroyed
evidence at the crime scene.

The defendant went to
great lengths to conceal

her involvement in the crime.

The court has also
considered the

defendant's
childhood, background,

family history, and
her expressed remorse.

The court finds that a
natural life sentence

is appropriate.

It is ordered the defendant
shall be incarcerated in the

Department Of Corrections for
the rest of her natural life,

with no possibility of parole.

It felt wrong to wish
Jodi Arias would die

in an execution chamber.

But I did.

Jodi Arias claimed no jury
would ever convict her,

but she will spend the rest
of her natural life

behind bars.

There's one word Jodi
would never say and mean...

Sorry.

I'm not Jodi Arias.

I'm sorry for believing her.

I'm sorry for all the things
I did on her behalf.

The Alexanders didn't deserve
how she vilified them,

and I will go to my grave
feeling remorse for my part.

A polygraph wouldn't
clear the names of

the ones Jodi took
down with her,

but it was the only thing
left I could do

to bring the truth
into the light.

I did it for the memory
of Travis Alexander,

for Bill and Sandy Arias,
and for Tracy and me.

The press wanted
the inside scoop,

so I gave it to them.

Did Jodi Arias tell you that
she falsely accused

Travis Alexander of being
a child molester?

Yes.

Did Jodi Arias tell you
she lied about

being abused by her parents?

Yes.

Let me guess...

No deception detected?

No deception detected.

I will never be
as trusting again,

but I won't stop loving
and caring for those

who deserve it.

Jodi Arias took a lot from us.

But she didn't take everything.

Is that Hebrew?

It's beautiful.

I dated a guy once
who was Jewish.

I'm actually Mormon now.
I converted for my boyfriend.

But I'm fascinated
by all religions.

Do you want this?

I'm not going to eat it.

I'm Jodi.