01x04 - Sylmar

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01x04 - Sylmar

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In the criminal justice system

the people are represented by two
separate yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Okay, Billy,
watch your sister.

Mommy will only be
gone a few minutes.

But I don't want
to stay in the car.

Be a big boy.

All right,
I'll be right back.

The house was rented
to a Ronnie Powell.

He's not on
the premises.

His kids?

No. That's
the mother there.

Kimberly Miller.

Nobody in the
house or the garage.

The kids were
the only victims.

Thank you.

Mrs. Miller, I'm Detective Winters.
This is Detective Jaruszalski.

Can you tell us
what happened here?

I pulled into the driveway
with my kids,

just to drop something
off for a friend and...

I was only
gone a few seconds.

I tried to save them.

This is not
your fault, okay?

Was Ronnie Powell
home at the time?

Yes. After the garage blew up, he just
ran to his truck and he drove away.

He just ran away?
Was he injured?

I don't think so.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God,
my husband, he's at work.

He loves those kids so much.
How am I going to tell him about this?

It's okay. Can you
get Ms. Miller some O2?

I don't know...

Is that what I think
it is?

The arm of
a beam scale.

Also found a hot plate,
crude ventilation system.

A meth lab.

No wonder
Ronnie Powell hit the road.

Oh, God!

My babies!

Word to the wise,

if you're going to drop in on your
friendly neighborhood meth cooker,

leave the kids at home.

Ronnie, the guy who
lives here,

he left his sunglasses
at my work.

And one of the other cashiers
knew that I live near him,

so she asked me
to drop them off.

Look, if you were here to
pick something up, it's okay.

But we need to know.

Pick something up?
Like what?

Ronnie was cooking
meth in his garage.

That's why it blew up.

I didn't know
anything about that.

His sunglasses,
what did they look like?

They had plastic frames
and dark lenses.

Powell's got priors, possession for sale.
Nothing violent.

Well, he's in
the majors now.

Meth lab elevates these
homicides to m*rder.

Hey, look at this.

Ronnie must have come through
here to answer the front door.

Left some meth cooking
in the garage.

Hey!

Looks like
our boy's packing.

Check out
what he left behind.

Those don't look like
plastic frames to me.

Mmm-mmm.

I told you they had...
Dark frames and like, black lenses.

Your friend at work,
she'll confirm?

Why would I lie?
I lost my kids.

Who is this Ronnie
they're talking about?

Ronnie Powell.
It was his house.

What is it, Mr. Miller?

I, uh...

I played softball with a guy
named Ronnie last year.

That's where you were?
At Ronnie's? That loser!

Back off, Mr. Miller!

Back off!

You'll never get through
this holding onto a lie.

I was seeing him.

You left Billy
and Nikky in the car?

You whore!

Billy and Nikky are dead, Kim!
And you k*lled them! You k*lled them!

Let's go. Now!

You k*lled them!

Do you know
where Ronnie is?

I don't.
Please believe me.

I swear I...

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

Do you have a friend you can stay with?
You can't stay here.

That miserable scumbag.

I even invited him over
for a barbecue once.

I saw the way that he looked at her.
I should have known.

What do you know
about him?

Um, he lived with
his mom out in Reseda.

I drove him home
after a game once.

I started the day

with a wife,
two beautiful kids.

Now I got nothing.

Ronnie
moved out last year.

Is he okay?

Yeah. There was a fire in his garage.
We're trying to reach him.

Is he in trouble again?

Can I have
a glass of water, Mrs. Powell?

Of course.

You seem pretty clear-headed
about your brother.

I take it he was doing
something illegal.

He was making
methamphetamine.

I love my little brother, but he's
always been a godless screw-up.

I don't really know
any of Ronnie's friends.

I'm sure
he'll be home soon.

I don't think
that's realistic.

There was equipment in
his garage for making dr*gs.

Oh! Not my Ronnie.

It's probably for
his model airplanes,

you know, the ones that
you fly with a radio.

It's his hobby.

We didn't see any
planes in his house.

You've actually
seen him do this?

No.

But UPS delivered some of his
supplies here a couple weeks ago.

Nah, we don't move as much model
airplane inventory as we used to.

Number one hobby
is video games now.

Oh, yeah, here it is.
Two orders for Ronnie Powell,

shipped UPS Ground
to Reseda.

What exactly did he buy?

Four boxes
of Zeta Max.

It's fuel for radio
controlled model planes.

"99% pure nitromethane."

That stuff's the gold standard
for your model airplane buff.

And your
truck b*mb fans.

Tim McVeigh mixed
nitromethane with fertilizer,

made a hell
of a nice b*mb.

We don't know yet
why the lab blew.

But it wasn't nitromethane.

I was on the scene
within a half hour.

Spent nitromethane leaves
a distinct odor tag.

I would've been
able to smell it.

Which means Ronnie's running around
with 64 gallons of b*mb juice.

Can't wait to find out
what his real hobby is.

The b*mb Squad
estimates that

mixed with fertilizer,
Powell's b*mb would have

a quarter-mile blast radius and
leave a crater 15-feet-wide.

Or take a chunk
out of a skyscraper.

Any sign that Powell had
a beef with the government?

Nothing political
at his house.

For all we know, he could have
a grudge against Kobe Bryant.

Gonzales.

Tell them to watch,
but don't touch.

I'll send in
the b*mb Squad.

Patrol car in North Hollywood spotted
Powell's Bronco parked on Calvert.

There's nothing
but houses there.

He might be holed up
with a friend.

Check his cell phone
for a contact in the area.

Police!
On the floor! Now!

What's your name?
Jack Bryce.

Where's Ronnie?

I don't know.
He was sleeping.

He's in the crawl space.

Ronnie? You sure you want to
be crawling around under there

with all the
dead critters?

Hey, Ronnie,
we got rats trained

to go into tight spaces
to get guys like you.

No!
Wait, wait, wait.

Hands behind
your back. Don't move.

Ah! I hate rats, man.

No model plane fuel in
the house or his truck.

It's still out there
somewhere.

That other guy Bryce,
just a meth head.

He doesn't know squat.

This might get
Ronnie to open up.

The lab found traces of denatured alcohol
in the cook pot of his meth lab.

Hmm.

I am so sorry about Kim's
kids, but it wasn't my fault.

That's not how the
tune goes, Ronnie.

Your meth lab, your murders.

How's the model airplane
thing working out for you?

You ordered
60 gallons of fuel.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

The stuff you had delivered to
your mom's house, where is it?

Nowhere.
I didn't order anything.

Your buddies
have the fuel?

What buddies?

I don't know. The ones
who tried to k*ll you?

Our lab found denatured
alcohol in your cook pot.

Who was in your
garage, Ronnie?

Just my sister's fianc?.

Your lab,
they got it wrong, okay?

Every cooker knows, you use
denatured alcohol in your cook pot,

you're going to
blow yourself up.

It's why
I use hydrochloric...

So now you get it.

Who has the
plane fuel, Ronnie?

Okay.

But I want a lawyer,
all right?

And you get a D.A. down here with enough
juice to cut me one sweet-ass deal.

I'm not cutting him
any deals.

He k*lled two kids.

Someone sabotaged
his meth lab.

That's what
caused the expl*si*n.

Probably the same people
stockpiling fuel to make a b*mb.

I'm sure you can find them
without Ronnie Powell's help.

Powell mentioned
his sister's fianc?.

Go with that and see where it
gets us the next 24 hours.

Okay, Counselor?

My fianc?'s Terry.
Terry Walker.

He ever in your
brother's garage?

Well, when he first drove out
here, I took him to meet Ronnie,

but I don't remember
if he went in the garage.

Terry's not
from California?

South Carolina.

How'd you two hook up?

A swap meet last summer in Arizona.
We stayed in contact by email.

He drove cross-country
just to propose to me.

That's sweet.
What does he do for work?

He's at a campground in Topanga
until he gets back on his feet.

Then he's going
to buy me a ring.

You mind showing us
where in Topanga?

Now?
Yeah.

I have two hours
left on my shift.

We'll talk to your boss.

LAPD?

Is everything
all right with Amy?

She's fine. I just want to
ask you about her brother.

Oh, yeah.
Can you believe that guy?

Yeah, well, he says
you were in his house.

Did you notice what
he was doing in the garage?

Amy's car needed some wiper fluid,
so I poked my head in there

to see if Ronnie
had some.

And, well, it wasn't my place
to say anything to her.

Right. Amy says you drove all the
way from South Carolina to be with her.

Straight across
the country on l-40.

Never met anybody
quite like her.

This your truck?
Yes, sir.

Oklahoma plates?

You drive both vehicles
out here by yourself?

No. I bought the
pickup in Tulsa on my way out

and towed it from there.

Ask a dumb question.

We might have some more questions
to ask you about Ronnie.

Sure.

You mind taking
Amy back to her job?

No problem. Glad to be of help.

Thank you.

The ball on the RV doesn't
match the hitch on the pickup.

Somebody else
drove that truck.

Campground office said Terry
Walker checked in two months ago

with two other men
driving the pickup.

They haven't
been seen in a week.

Here's another lie.
Walker said he came straight out on l-40.

Well, he got a speeding
ticket in Minnesota and

a parking violation
in Indiana.

Zigzagging all
over the country.

Check this out.

The parking violation was two blocks
away from AgriSave Farm Supply Store.

I bet they sell
a lot of fertilizer.

Terry's got more on his
mind than wedding bells.

Terry seems like a
nice enough young man.

But, well, I've learned not to get
too attached to Amy's boyfriends.

She plays the field?

It's more like
the field plays her.

Any man that comes along, she
just follows like a lost puppy.

Does Terry keep
anything in the house?

Well, he brought his suitcase
with presents for Amy.

Mind if we have a look?
Please.

Oh. That dress is
one of the presents.

Amy refuses to
model it for me.

It's an abaya.

It's a traditional dress worn by Arab women.
Is Amy a Muslim?

Gracious no.
Of course not.

Does Amy spend much
time on the computer?

Hobbymeister. com.

Site of choice for your
model airplane enthusiast.

It is the duty of all true Muslims to
defend their brothers and sisters.

Every time an infidel
soldier dies in Afghanistan,

I thank Allah that another
crusader has gone to hell.

Amy, put down the flowers.

What? Why?
You're under arrest.

But Terry's
picking me up.

He's taking me to
Red Lobster tonight.

Not tonight.

What are you
godless people looking at?

You're the guilty ones!

America is k*lling Muslim women
and children and you do nothing!

You should
all burn in hell!

Our warmonger president
is k*lling innocent Muslims,

instead of giving us
peace like he promised.

America will learn to respect Muslim
people and the holy laws of Sharia.

She asked for a Koran,
then lawyered up.

If Sharia won't save you, there's
always the US Constitution.

What about her fianc??

He skipped the campground
after we left,

but we found this
on her computer.

Blue-eyed all-American
jihadi terror cell.

With enough expl*sives to
take down the Staples Center.

If they know
what they're doing.

Walker would.

He's Army Reserve,
demo unit.

Nothing on
the other two.

You know the lab's got facial recognition
software, to mine the net for matches.

It may help.

Look at this, last week Amy did a
search for an address in Sherman Oaks.

Satellite and street views.

Safe house?

Or target.

LAPD. Who are you guys?

Off-duty from Simi Valley.
We're doing private security.

Homeowner
got death threats.

I show-run Town Square,
the animated series?

I wrote
a Three Stooges parody

with Jesus,
Buddha and Mohammed.

Needless to say,
some people took offense.

Needless to say.

We got the usual death
threats from Muslims.

Then some of
the Christian groups

threatened to boycott
the advertisers,

that's when the
network got nervous.

The rent-a-cops,
they're my wife's idea.

These people
look familiar to you?

Yeah.

Her.

She was in my coffee
place last week.

She was staring at me.

These threats,
they're for real?

Your wife had
the right idea.

So she put some videos on the internet.
You have a problem with free speech?

Your client does. She was stalking a
cartoon writer named Jason McParr.

He insulted the Prophet.

Your plan was to k*ll him.
Don't answer that.

Maybe punishing him
is what you wanted, Amy,

but Terry's got enough expl*sives
to take out the whole neighborhood.

Terry doesn't
k*ll innocent people.

He tried to
k*ll your brother.

And he k*lled
two little kids instead!

Terry is purer
than all of you.

Our love is blessed.

And I would rather cut out my own
heart than let you hurt my beloved.

Your client
better snap out of it.

She's facing
two m*rder charges

unless she helps us
find her beloved.

Talk about
Miss Lonely Hearts.

That woman's pathetic.

Facial recognition found
matches for Walker's pals.

A Joey Pine and his
brother-in-law, Roger Hagen.

Hagen did federal time in Indiana
for putting a b*mb in a mailbox.

And check this out, his old
cellmate has a welding business,

right up the 5,
off Roscoe.

I haven't seen
Hagen since parole.

Last I heard,
he was in Saint Paul.

He's in LA now.

Hard to believe he wouldn't
look up his old cellmate.

Yeah, well, Hagen knows
if I associate with felons,

it will violate me.

Yes, so will lying to us,
Mr. Wilson.

Now you got a nice
little business here.

Don't mess it up.

He came in last month,
just to sh**t the breeze.

Did he tell you
he's a Muslim extremist now?

Oh, jeez.

Okay, yeah.

He came in
with another guy.

They paid me cash to cut
some metal plate to spec.

They say what it was for?
To seat a stamping press.

They said
they were setting up a shop.

You still have the specs
for those plates? Yeah.

Yeah, he kept calling. Said everything
had to be ready before Thanksgiving.

Here we go. He picked
these up three days ago.

What do you figure's the
footprints on that RV?

Looks like the steel plates could
fit on the floor of Walker's RV.

The fuel and fertilizer mix sit on top.
The blast gets directed up and sideways.

Yeah. It's a classic
truck b*mb design.

But that's a lot of fireworks
for a cartoon show.

Hagen leave a number or tell
you where he was calling from?

No. No. Couple times I could
hear planes taking off.

Asked him where he was,
he said he was in

a groovy bar with
lava lamps everywhere.

Yeah, they've been in here three
times the last two weeks.

Some lost-Iooking
road warriors.

Business travelers, that's
what they told you?

Yeah. From Omaha.

You know, khaki pants, golf
shirts, wheelie suitcases.

They always sat at the same table.
Table 11, by the window.

Thank you.
Yeah.

Clear view of
Terminal 7.

Thanksgiving, busiest
travel time of the year.

If they stick
to the script.

They are turning
Terry's RV into a b*mb.

They're reinforcing it
with steel plates

to k*ll thousands
of people, Amy.

Families going home
for Thanksgiving!

Terry wouldn't k*ll all
those people. He wouldn't.

Amy.

Your heart doesn't lie.

Terry was a good man.

But those other men,
they turned him

and they twisted your
love for an evil purpose.

Roger Hagen must
have made him do it.

Tell me about Hagen
and where we can find him.

I don't know that much.

He found a girl on craigslist who
was renting out a big garage.

Betty, in Westchester.

Get down
on the floor! Get down!

Get down! On the floor!

This is the b*mb.

It's okay.
It's not armed.

First time
inside a b*mb.

Cell phone triggers.

These guys were
damn near ready.

The defendants are charged
with conspiracy to commit m*rder

with a w*apon of mass destruction
and two counts of m*rder.

How do they plead?

Not guilty
on all charges.

I'm no m*rder*r.
I'm a Muslim soldier!

Quiet. No grandstanding
for the media, Mr. Walker.

People on bail.
No bail, Your Honor.

The defendants plotted
an att*ck on LAX.

Amy Powell was unaware
of any such plot.

She was a victim, duped by Mr.
Walker with a promise of marriage.

A victim of romance, Your Honor?
I plead guilty myself.

Miss Powell bought expl*sives.
She made anti-American videos.

First Amendment, Judge.

She's free to make videos.
I'm free to order them held without bail.

If I may, Your Honor.

Robert Schuler,
Assistant US Attorney.

This is Army Captain
James Locke.

He has an order to take
custody of the defendants.

On whose authority?

Executive order from
the Department of Defense,

signed by Judge Roger Buso
of the First Circuit.

Your Honor, we were given
no warning of this.

We ask that you stay the order
until we can file a motion.

All due respect, this court
doesn't have the authority

to stay an order
from a federal judge.

He's right, Mr. Dekker.

Much as I resent this high-handed
intrusion by our friends in DC,

I have no choice but to
surrender the defendants.

Yes, they are taking
them right now.

Jerry, we need to pull the Attorney
General out of his meeting.

No, that's ridiculous.

Are you just going
to let them bully us?

I see.

Right.

This is nuts, Dekker.

I spoke with Amy just before the arraignment.
Convinced her to cooperate.

Amy denied knowing anything
about the LAX plots.

She saw Walker tamper with
her brother's meth lab.

She can tie him and his
buddies to the kids' murders.

Mr. Tasker was denied access because
he's no longer her attorney.

Miss Powell and her co-defendants
will be assigned new counsel

for a trial by
a m*llitary commission.

A m*llitary trial? Where?

At a secure
m*llitary facility.

By order of the
Executive Branch.

This is unprecedented.

I need to get a statement
from Amy Powell.

I have to
deny your request.

m*llitary detainees
are beyond your reach.

I can't even tell you
where she is.

Fine. Then have one of your
people take her statement.

Sorry.

As a m*llitary detainee, whatever
she says is classified.

I need her to convict Walker for
the m*rder of two children.

That won't be necessary.

Mr. Walker and his friends are
going to be tried for treason.

Their intent was to give aid
and comfort to our enemies

by k*lling civilians and
paralyzing air transportation.

So they won't be
tried for m*rder.

No. The LAX plot
trumps everything.

If you convict them.

How many t*rrorists have your tribunals
actually convicted in the past 10 years?

I have a hundred
m*rder convictions.

Not only won't you bring these
men to justice for m*rder,

you're interfering with my ability
to make a case against them.

Mr. Dekker,
I have kids, too.

If anything happened to them, I'd
hate to see it go down this way.

It's out of my hands.

I looked it up
and in 10 years,

they've had
four convictions

out of 20 cases and two
of them are already free.

Nothing we can
do about it now.

Blessing in disguise, Joe.

You saw Walker.

If we had a trial here, he'd
turn it into a soapbox.

And security?

We'd have to throw a ring
of steel around downtown.

Yeah, but on
the flip side, Jerry,

they're gonna say you gave up
to the Feds without a fight.

And two dead kids
won't get justice.

Are you seriously
going to let that happen?

If I were a political man,
I would hedge my bets.

These offenders committed crimes
against the people of Los Angeles.

They should have
a public trial here,

not a secret one
in some cornfield.

And so the District Attorney of Los
Angeles County will go to Federal court

to dispute the
m*llitary's jurisdiction.

How do you answer those who say
that trying t*rrorists downtown

creates the risk of
an att*ck?

New York City has tried hundreds of
t*rrorists in their courthouse,

with no incidents.

No reason Los Angeles can't handle
the same security challenges.

No disloyalty, Joe,

but you're pushing
a boulder up Laurel Canyon.

You sound like you don't
think it's worth pushing.

What a circus.
For a motion.

Imagine a full-on trial.
Dekker should let the Feds handle it.

Yeah. I want to see Walker's face when
the jury drops the hammer on him.

Well, speaking
as a former jarhead,

the m*llitary can drop a hammer
on him as hard as anybody.

In secret.

My father escaped a country that
made secret trials an art form.

I'll take this
circus any day.

Mr. Dekker, are you
aware the ACLU came out

and supported
your motion today?

What can I say, Kathleen?
The ACLU sometimes gets it right.

Our argument's simple,
Your Honor.

The Defense Department has no
jurisdiction over the defendants.

They are American citizens
who violated California law.

And committed treason
against the United States.

That charge is just a device to hijack
the defendants out of our jurisdiction.

It's no device and
it's not unprecedented.

Adam Gadahn, an American
citizen who joined Al-Qaeda,

was indicted
for treason in 2006.

By a grand jury
composed of civilians.

There's nothing
a m*llitary tribunal can do

that a civilian court
can't do better.

The m*llitary can interrogate
Mr. Walker and his accomplices

without the constraints of procedural
niceties like Miranda warnings.

Walker faced the death penalty here
and still refused to cooperate.

Is the Colonel saying
that the m*llitary will use

harsher interrogation
techniques

than the thr*at
of a death sentence?

One thing a tribunal can
ensure is there won't be any

grandstanding
by the defendants.

We have rules
to enforce decorum.

Your Honor,

these crimes were committed against
the citizens of Los Angeles.

They have a right to
be represented by a jury

that will determine
guilt or innocence.

Some worry a trial
will provoke our enemies.

But our enemies will act regardless
of how we exercise our freedoms.

It is only through the open administration
ofjustice, by seeing justice done,

that our freedom is ensured.

You're watching live
as the accused LA t*rrorists

are turned over by m*llitary
police to county authorities.

I'm an enemy combatant.

I demand to be treated under the
terms of the Geneva Convention.

Be careful
what you wish for.

We're in good shape.

Amy Powell's agreed
to testify against Walker.

I'm not worried
about that.

Have you seen Walker's
new attorney, Lane Garfield?

He's represented Hamas,
the PLO.

He's going to turn this
into a t*rror1st pep rally.

I will handle it.

How? By gagging him?

Hmm?

You know, I'm doing my best to
convince myself that you haven't put

your personal ambitions over
the interests of this office.

Bring the jury in
for opening statements.

One moment, Your Honor.

The People are
dismissing all charges

related to the
conspiracy to b*mb LAX.

We're trying each defendant on
two counts of m*rder, that's it.

No terrorism case.

How can they do this,
Your Honor?

I don't see why you're
complaining, Mr. Garfield.

Your clients are
facing fewer charges.

Let's get on with it.

This trial is not about terrorism,
politics, or ideology.

It's about two little kids
from Sylmar,

Billy and Nikky Miller,

who were incinerated when
these men tried to m*rder

a drug dealer
named Ronnie Powell.

The evidence will show
that with malice and intent,

they caused
the expl*si*n

that k*lled
these innocent children.

That's it.

Mr. Garfield,
are you ready to open?

Yes, Judge. My clients are on trial
because they tried to wake this country

up to the fact that
our government is k*lling

innocent Muslim women
and children in our name.

We will prove that what the State calls
terrorism are acts of self-defense.

Objection. They are not
charged with terroristic acts.

Sustained. Mr. Garfield, limit your
statement to the m*rder charges.

We will prove that these m*rder charges
are nothing but an attempt to distract

the American public
from the true murderers.

The drone operators...

Objection, Your Honor.
Sustained.

Mr. Garfield, since you have nothing
more pertinent to say about the charges,

let's get to
some testimony.

I pulled into Ronnie's driveway
with Billy and Nikky in the back.

I parked up against
the garage door

and I told my kids that
I'd be back in a few minutes.

What happened next,
Mrs. Miller?

I was in the house with Ronnie and we heard
an expl*si*n that shook the whole house.

And I ran outside.

And my car was burning.

And my babies were inside.
And I ran over, but there was nothing I could do.

Thank you.

My sincere condolences.

Mrs. Miller, you would have done anything
to save your babies, isn't that right?

Yes.

Committed any act, no matter
how shocking, to spare them?

Yes.

So if someone else committed a
shocking act to save other children...

Objection, Your Honor,
he's defying your ruling.

Sustained.

Ronnie found out that we used his
name to buy supplies on the Internet.

He told me he wanted money or
he'd make trouble for Terry.

So what did you do?
I told Terry.

The next day he had
me go into Home Depot

and buy two gallons
of denatured alcohol.

And what did you do
with this alcohol?

I gave it to Terry.

A few days later,
we went to see Ronnie.

Terry apologized to him
and promised him some money.

To patch things up,

he brought some
lamb chops to barbecue.

I was in the backyard,
cooking with Ronnie.

I went looking for Terry.
I found him in the garage.

He was pouring the alcohol into a pot
that Ronnie had set up on a hot plate.

What, if anything,
did he say?

Terry said he was making sure that
Ronnie couldn't make dr*gs anymore.

He told me
not to tell Ronnie.

He told me if I loved
him, I had to obey him.

He fooled me into believing
that he loved me

and that we were
going to get married.

The whole time
he was just using me.

Thank you.

Your witness.

I have a photo
marked Defense 4,

taken by the police
of a drawer

in Mr. Walker's RV.

Amy, could you tell us
what you see in the corner?

Oh, my God.

It's a ring.

An engagement ring.

Now, Amy, you testified that Terry
instructed you to buy denatured alcohol.

No. That was a lie.
I did it on my own.

And you testified that you saw Terry
pouring the alcohol in Ronnie's meth lab.

No. No. I did it.
It was all my idea.

Terry had nothing to do
with it.

So why'd you lie
about it earlier?

I... I didn't want to
get the death penalty.

I'm sorry for what happened
to those little children.

It was all my fault.

Nothing further.

Amy, who instructed you
to use your brother's name

to buy fuel
to make a b*mb?

Objection.

I thought this trial wasn't
about a t*rror1st plot.

He's right, Mr.
Dekker, you set the ground rules here.

Sustained.

Amy, before you became Terry's fianc?e,
you had to convert to Islam, correct?

Yes.

A very strict form
of Islam, correct?

Yes.

You learned what was expected of you as
a good conservative Muslim wife, right?

Yes, I did.

You learned that you had to
obey your future husband.

And to seek his approval before making
any important decisions, correct?

I was happy to
give myself to him.

You had to ask his permission
before buying a piece of furniture.

Yes.

Going on a trip?
Yes.

k*lling your brother.

Isn't that
an important decision?

Wouldn't a good wife

ask her husband's permission
before doing such a thing?

You wanted to be
a good wife, Amy.

So you got Terry's permission before
trying to k*ll Ronnie, correct?

He asked you a question,
Miss Powell.

It's all right, Your Honor.
She doesn't have to answer.

Whatever your feelings
about Amy Powell,

whether pity or contempt,

her testimony raises
reasonable doubt.

And if that's not reason
enough to acquit my clients,

let me give you another
more compelling one.

You were denied your right as a
jury to hear all the evidence.

Mr. Dekker prevented you from
hearing evidence that my clients

were motivated by the
k*lling of Muslim innocents,

by collateral damage
from American a*tillery,

American Predator drones,

American Hellfire missiles.

None of these defendants
got a fair trial.

And for that reason alone,
you should acquit them.

About some things
there can be no doubt.

There's no doubt that Amy Powell
is a woman whose loneliness

makes her prey to
those with evil intent.

There's no doubt that
by whatever instrument,

Terry Walker
is responsible

for that expl*si*n at
Ronnie Powell's house.

And finally, there
is no doubt about this.

The taking of innocent
lives is never justified.

Whether it happens
in a valley in Pakistan

or in a valley 10 miles
north of this courtroom.

And it is only right and proper that
someone speak for these innocent victims.

Today you can speak
for two of them.

Speak in a single
and clear voice that

will pierce the fog of fanaticism
and self-righteousness.

And as pure an expression of our
justice system as this trial has been,

it still needs you to put
the final piece in place.

m*rder is m*rder.

Let everyone watching
this trial know it.

As to Count One, the death of
Billy Miller, how do you find?

We find the defendants guilty
of m*rder in the First Degree.

As to Count Two, the death of
Nikky Miller, how do you find?

Guilty of
m*rder in the First Degree.

You think that's going to stop us?
Take him out.

There's more of us where we came from!
Take him out!

Look around! We're everywhere!
The message is done!

The message is done!
The message is done!

We're everywhere!

I just want to thank you,
for everything.

Just so you know, it may be years
before they face execution.

But you will get a call.
And as the family of the victims,

you'll be
invited to witness...

No, that's all right.

Kim and me,
we're not interested.

We've seen enough.

Thank you.
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