01x02 - Echo Park

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

Since when?

Your ID, please.

Sorry. I've been away.

Just empty it out.

You're around
decent people now.

You got to
follow the rules.

Another sunny day
at the beach.

I count five
s*ab wounds so far.

Plus a mastectomy scar
on her 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?

The Echo Park Tribe.

The cult who k*lled 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.

Coroner says she
bled out on the spot.

The blade was short
and curved.

Fifty 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
sh*t of our victim.

Baby Jane Lee Rayburn.

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

That was the 10th anniversary
of the Manson Family murders

and the Echo Park Tribe
celebrated

by k*lling six people
on a picnic.

k*lled 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.

Eleven victims.

You think that would
rate life with no parole.

It did.

The tribe's leader,
Denis Alan Watson,

he's still in the can.

Baby Jane was
paroled last year

on compassionate grounds.

This scrawl...

It was
written in blood.

Pull up the photos from the
Echo Park crime scenes.

Click that one.

Oh.

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."

No, 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 voicemail.

Comes with
the territory, no?

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 dr*gs at the corner CVS
with her Medi-Cal card.

She should die in agony

just like the people
she k*lled.

Henry Franklin!
Police!

Open up!
We have a warrant.

Clear!

All clear!

"The only survivor was the
Davis' 4-year-old son Henry,

"who witnessed the killings while
hiding in a bedroom closet."

Henry Davis.

Franklin must be
his adopted name.

Guy's been reliving it
for 30 years.

Hey, 10:00 a.m. yoga,

1:00 p.m. Ocean Bay
Medical Clinic.

Jane Rayburn's
daily schedule.

Fifteen minutes
for $20.

Come on, ladies.
These hands are magic.

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.

Yeah, I got her.

I got Baby Jane.

I finally k*lled her.

I finally paid her back,
that sick bitch!

I 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 k*lled.

The day 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 Kn*fe.

You always carried it
or was this the first time?

Always.

I was waiting for my moment.

Where did you
get the Kn*fe?

Kitchen drawer,
just a regular Kn*fe.

Like a steak Kn*fe,
you mean?

Yeah, like that.

Regular steak Kn*fe.

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.

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?

A couple of 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.

It'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
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 going to
guilt me about that now.

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

It's not why we're here.

Right.

Who k*lled Baby Jane,
the psycho-bitch?

I'd like to
play you something.

What the hell?
Where did you get that?

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

Yeah, smart cop.

It's the signal
we had in the tribe,

when we were
running in the dark.

Now where did you get it?

It was on a video
taken at the beach

just before
Jane was k*lled.

Oh, man.

It's Denis.

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 at
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.

Guard!

I want to go back
to my cell.

Well, partner,

we're in
the ding-wing now.

You must be
crazier than me

to think I had anything
to do with that k*lling.

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 would 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 m*rder*d.

That's nice.

Nice?

That somebody remembers.

Or maybe somebody
k*lled Baby Jane

to impress me.

Either way, it doesn't
make me responsible.

Ideas are like children.

They go where they want.

Last chance, Denis,

if you contracted this
k*lling, 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 going to need
copies of all these.

You got to wonder,

how did Watson turn these
girls into K*llers

when it practically took a SWAT
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.

That's another word
for a con man.

Partner, you are one
blaspheming son of a bitch.

Hi, baby.
Hey.

Hey, TJ.
Hi.

Kids go to bed already?

Like a charm.

He's lying.
I know he is.

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.

That'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 k*lled.
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 you a
letter to mail for them?

What's this about?

I have a right to know.

We're investigating the
m*rder 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 m*rder suspect

matched the prints
Ms. Forester gave

when she got her Department
of Corrections pass.

What was
in the letter?

A m*rder 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?

Arson.
k*lled 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 minutes 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've been out?

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

We can imagine.

Yeah. 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 did 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 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 k*lled her kids,

I'd 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 b*rned her,

b*at her with a bucket,

r*ped 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 to transfer.

Can I see this
complaint she wrote?

Thank you.

Block letters are the
same as the letter to Watson.

And they all spell
probable cause.

These photos, guilty
conscience or denial?

Either way
that's not our case.

These plants were cut
with a pruning Kn*fe

probably within
the last week.

You spend way too
much time gardening.

Maybe you should, too.

Didn't we say our w*apon
was a short curved blade?

I don't have a Kn*fe
like that.

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

We searched your house.

Didn't find the Kn*fe

but did find this
on your computer.

A picture
your neighbor took.

So where's the Kn*fe now?

I don't know.

What's it matter?

It matches the Kn*fe
used to k*ll 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 twisting things
all around.

And that photo,
you faked it!

Just the same way
they faked evidence

to make it look like
I k*lled my girls.

Maura, let's stay
focused on Jane.

Ms. Dillon's
lawyer's 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.

Okay.
Time to go.

Is this your desk?
Yeah.

And the woman
in the photo?

It'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 k*lled her girls

because they were keeping
her from a rich boyfriend.

She confessed and the arson
report backed it up.

End of story.

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 m*rder
solicitation to Watson.

Item two, a lab report matching
a hair found on the victim

to your client's hair.

Any time 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 concede
for the moment

that you might be able
to make the leap

and prove that my client
k*lled 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 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 k*ller?

Juries don't go for that.

They will.
They won't have a choice.

I'm going to 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.

m*rder is m*rder.

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

that she was wrongly
convicted for the arson.

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
turned out to be arson.

That one was
a classic example.

Show us.

Here, pour patterns left
by liquid accelerants,

burn trailer
to the kids' bedroom.

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

Right, the living room.

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.

Isn't the average in
the trade about 50%?

50%, 60%. That area.

And when you
did the Dillon case,

how many fires
had you investigated?

Well, that was
pretty early on,

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

I'm due in Encino.
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 fireman's hoses.

Featherstone
made a mistake.

Featherstone made
a hundred 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've known.

Details like
the nail polish remover

she said she used
to start the fire?

Turns out there was
no nail polish remover.

She mixed up
one detail.

This happens
to be the same detail

Featherstone got wrong
in his preliminary report.

Whoa. I didn't feed her any
information from that report.

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 k*lled
the mass m*rder*r

who r*ped and tortured her
for three years.

This is going to be
some rock to push uphill.

You get to tell the boss
all about it.

You couldn't just try her
for the Rayburn m*rder, hmm?

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

She didn't
k*ll her kids.

She didn't
belong in prison.

It's better
that we find out now

than in
the middle of trial.

We're going to
make this thing go away.

You're going to offer Dillon
12 years for manslaughter,

declare victory
and get out.

What, a slap on the wrist for a
textbook, first degree m*rder?

Right after we apologize to her
for her wrongful conviction?

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

No.

The official position
of this office

is that we're considering
re-filing 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.

He 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 to 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
k*ll her kids.

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

You've heard
the offer in full.

You know
I didn't k*ll 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 k*ll my kids.

Who's going to tell them?

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 I know
Roman's defense strategy.

He just served notice he intends to present
evidence of intimate partner battering.

Between cell mates
in state prison?

How novel.
And smart.

It's worked
for battered women

who claim they k*lled
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.
So do I.

All right,
you could get sued.

You could get
brought up on charges.

We could lose everything.
We have a family.

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

The People will prove
that Ms. Dillon

stalked the victim
for two 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 m*rder*r

who for 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 k*lled Ms. Rayburn
in defense of her life.

The defense
subpoenaed my wife.

I heard.

There's nothing
we can do about it.

They're going to 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 going
to 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
k*ll 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?

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 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.

Dr. Gouldin, isn't it true that
the defendant k*lled 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 abusers.

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 k*ll 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 b*at me.

She said
she'd have me k*lled

no matter
where they put me.

I believed her.

I was scared of Jane
all the time.

And worse than
the r*pes 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 att*cks.

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 k*lled 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'd 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 thr*at
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 k*lled 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.

Twelve 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 g*n 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.