All language subtitles for The.Thin.Blue.Line.1988.720p.BluRay.x264-USURY

In October, my brother and I left Ohio.
We were driving to California.

We got into Dallas on a Thursday night.

Friday morning, while I'm eating eggs
and drinking coffee, I get a good job.

I mean, it's, you know... all these people
are supposedly out of work.

I'm not in town a half a day,
and I've got a job.

Everything clicked.
It's as if I was meant to be here.

I'd run away from home a couple
of times. Once or twice. I don't know.

And this all started,
David is running away from home.

And he takes... I took
a pistol of my dad's and a shotgun.

Took a neighbor's car.

I had broken into their house
and got the keys to it.

I forget exactly what it was.

Ended up coming to Dallas.

I went to work and no one showed up.

Being a weekend, sometimes
they worked, sometimes they didn't.

On the way home, I ran out of gas.

And as I was walking down the street
with the gas can...

a person, at that time, pulled over.

I guess since I had the gas can...

he figured I was out of gas.
I wasn't 100 yards from the car.

And being Thanksgiving weekend,
there was no gas stations open.

He stopped and asked me
if I needed any help.

I'm driving down some street
somewhere in Dallas.

I had just turned 16.

And there was a guy over there,
I think he'd run out of gas...

I took him to get some gas.
This was Randall Adams.

Ended up following him where
him and his brother were staying.

Eventually, that evening...

we went out and got some beer.

We smoked a little marijuana
and what have you.

Went to a movie that night.

I get up, I go to work on Saturday.

Why did I meet this kid? I don't know.

Why did I run out of gas at that time?
I don't know. But it happened.

The day they picked me up, December 21.

They took me upstairs.
What floor, I don't know.

But they put me in a little room.

Gus Rose walked in.

He had a confession there
he wanted me to sign.

He said that I would sign.

He didn't give a damn what I said.
I would sign this piece of paper.

I told him I couldn't.

"I don't know what the hell
you people expect of me.

"But there's no way I can sign that."

He left. He came back in 10 minutes.

And threw a pistol on the table.

Asked me to look at it.
Which I did. I looked.

He asked me to pick it up.

I told him no, I wouldn't do that.

He threatened me.

Again, I told him no.

He pulled his service revolver on me.

We looked at each other for...
To me, it seemed hours.

I do not like looking down
the barrel of a pistol.

I do not like being threatened.

When he finally saw
that he would either have to kill me...

or forget the signature...

I guess he forgot the signature,
because he put his pistol up.

He took the pistol on the table,
put it up and stormed out.

I had a casual, friendly conversation
with him to start with...

to try to size him up...

to see what he liked
and what he didn't like.

I found almost immediately
that he didn't have much conscience.

Anything he had done,
it never really bothered him.

He had done other things
that he told me about...

that didn't seem
to bother him in the least.

He showed no expression whatsoever.

It's just like he's sitting here
talking about the color of this wall...

or the shooting of the police officer.

He showed no reaction
to any of the questions.

He almost overacted his innocence.

He protested he hadn't done anything.

Couldn't imagine
why we were bringing him in.

He didn't fight or he didn't resist.

He just protested his innocence.

I told them what happened that
Saturday, that I had met this kid.

I kept telling them the same thing.

They didn't want to believe me.

Never once was I allowed a phone call.

Never once was an attorney there.

I don't know how long this had been.

I had smoked two packs of cigarettes
and had been out for a long time.

Wood didn't take his ticket book
out of the car.

He left it in the car
on the front seat...

which indicates
that he was not going to write a ticket.

What he was probably going to do
was have them turn on the headlights.

He didn't know that the car was stolen.

I think that there's
a very good chance...

that he was going
to check the driver's license...

and tell him to turn on his headlights,
and let the guy be on his way.

Officer Wood's wife had purchased him...

a bulletproof vest
and had it under the Christmas tree.

Or had it stored away,
to give to him at Christmastime.

His partner was one of the first
female police officers...

that was assigned to patrol.

They were from the Northwest Station.
Just patrol officers following the clock.

Working the graveyard shift
and everything.

They had been into a fast-food
restaurant. And she had a malt.

This car came by, these
two dudes in it, with no lights on.

It wasn't a serious problem...

but he just pulled up,
turned his lights on to stop him.

Just to warn the man
that his lights were off.

Got out of the car and walked up.

Before he got to the window,
where the driver was...

he was in the right position.

This man just turned around and just...

with a little small-caliber pistol.

The first shot hit him in the arm.

He had his flashlight. It hit
the flashlight and went into his arm.

The next one hit him right in the chest.

The officer falls in the street
and he was in the first traffic lane.

He lay there and bled to death.

So she's out of the car.

She empties her pistol
at the fleeing suspect...

and she runs to his aid.

Procedure says you grab the radio
and call for an ambulance.

Common sense would tell you that.
But what do you do?

And that time,
she's so... just tore down.

And the blood.
An enormous amount of blood.

How do we hold her responsible
for not following procedure?

But the main thing was, she
couldn't remember the license number.

When we started putting facts together
on how much information we had...

from the leads we had,
we found out we didn't have anything.

The only thing that we knew
we were looking for was a blue Vega.

Probably every Vega that was
registered in the state of Texas...

was stopped and checked.

We had people calling the office...

saying, "I've got a Vega
and it's not blue.

"But would you come out
and be sure to check it.

"Be sure it's not mine, because
I don't want to get stopped anymore.

"I'm afraid."

If you're the investigator
assigned to the murder...

you get frustrated with other witnesses.

But when you got a police officer
that witnessed it...

you expect that they would know
a little more than she knew.

Procedure.

When there's a two-person unit,
when either one approaches the car...

the other positions himself
to the right rear...

where they can watch
all the activity in the car.

And if the man on the left of the driver
gets in trouble...

their partner is in a position to help.

Speculation was, at the time...

that his partner was sitting in the car.

That's where the discrepancies were.

Just a matter of time, and whether
or not she was out of the car...

completely out of the car,
or partially in the car...

or just sitting in there
with the door closed.

And the thing I think we did then
that really helped...

It didn't really help anything at all.
Let me back up.

But it was interesting,
and it cost a lot of money...

but it was worthwhile.
You got to cover every trail.

A guy out of California...

I don't recall his name,
he was an expert in hypnosis.

He came down,
hypnotized her and questioned her.

What was interesting was...

she couldn't remember anything
particularly about the car.

She remembered getting a malt.

They'd stopped in the fast-food.
It was a Whataburger.

They remembered all that,
and stopping the car.

Got back on the road.
She didn't remember anything.

But she remembered a license number
off a hit-and-run vehicle...

that they had worked
earlier in the night.

It was getting awfully close
to Christmas.

We'd never gone that long in Dallas
without clearing a murder of an officer.

We'd had several killed,
but we'd cleared them pretty quick.

And this case had gone a month,
or nearly a month...

and we still hadn't cleared it.

We finally got the break that cleared it.
It came out of Vidor, Texas.

Mr. Calvin Cunningham, who lives
in Vidor, had his home broken into...

and his little Mercury Comet stolen.

We felt as though
David had committed that crime.

For several days, though,
he was missing. We couldn't find him.

It was one afternoon, one of our
officers spotted Cunningham's car...

on North Main Street, here in Vidor.

David abandoned the vehicle
and ran on foot.

We started getting
little bits of information, though...

that David had been involved in a
shooting in Dallas of a police officer.

We would always get
third-hand rumor, fourth-hand rumor.

So we went back to a few of his other
comrades in crime, we could call them.

They said,
"We thought he was just bragging.

"We didn't really take him seriously."

Sitting down, watching the
evening news, well, the night news.

My father was asleep on the couch.

Heard somebody knocking at the door.
It was David Harris.

I let him in. He came in.

He was standing there beside my chair...

and a news broadcast advertised
about a police officer shot in Dallas.

Right then and there he starts
swearing up and down.

He says, "I swear to God,
I shot that fucking pig."

He says, "I'm the one that killed him."

Somewhere around Dallas,
they got pulled over.

I think he said because
they were checking out a stolen car.

He said that the cop
had pulled him over...

and walked up to the window.

When the cop came,
he rolled down the window...

and just pulled the gun up and shot him.

He swore up and down.

He made a big scene about it.
Jumped up and down...

trying to get anybody and everybody...

to listen to him.
"Yeah, I shot that son of a gun."

And everybody said,
"Sure you did, David. Sure."

"I swear to God I killed that cop."

I asked him if he'd been to Dallas.
He denied having been to Dallas.

I asked him if he'd been involved
in any shooting...

or knew anything about a shooting,
and he denied that to the end.

Which is fairly consistent with David.
Even if he had some involvement...

his first way that he always treats you,
he would deny.

Then, if he felt as though
you really knew he had done it...

then he would be truthful with you.

He give me a pistol,
a .22 caliber pistol.

He showed it to me. He says,
"That's the one I shot him with."

He gave me the pistol.

I didn't really consider it that much.

I don't guess I really realized
he did shoot the cop.

He led me to a swampy area...

several hundred yards
behind his residence in Rose City.

There was a sock under water.
He said, "There it is."

And he had sprayed
this sock with boot oil.

When we retrieved the gun...

I said, "I better do something with it.
It's going to rust up."

Even the time that I saw the gun
at the trial in Dallas...

it looked just as good
as when I'd taken it out of the swamp.

So he had taken pretty good care of it,
even though he did put it under water.

He got to thinking...

"I didn't do that
and I've been saying that I did...

"and I'm in over my head now,
I better tell them what happened.

"Because they are going to send me
to the penitentiary for life...

"if I don't tell them
what really happened."

So he said,
"I am just bragging about this.

"I didn't do it, but I was there,
and I know who did do it."

And, of course, he came clean then.

He tried to hide no facts.

He just seemed like a friendly kid.

I may have talked to him
15 or 20 minutes on a friendly basis...

just to keep him friendly.

We didn't want to make him mad.

But we didn't want him to tell us
something that he thought.

We wanted him to tell us what we knew.

It wasn't very long until I realized
that what he knew...

was the facts of the case,
and it matched with what we knew.

And it had to be right.

The story that I told was...

It was like 12:00 something.
So it was the next day...

early in the morning. We were stopped.

When we were stopped,
the officer came up to the car...

and asked to see the driver's license,
and he just started shooting.

I don't know why, but it's always
seemed like time just stopped.

It didn't seem like any time passed.

It just seemed like it was, boom!

Time stopped or something.
I don't know what it is.

It's like a flash.

We went back to his room.

He was supposed to ask his brother
if I could stay there that night.

But he said
that his brother don't like to do that.

Anyhow, he went in
and never came back out. So I left.

Ended up pulling into a parking lot.

I slept there I think, for a while.

Then, finally, the next morning,
early or something...

I found my way to Freeway 45.

And went back home.

After riding around with him,
I come to find out he's got an arsenal.

He's got pistols. He's got rifles.

He's got this pistol.
He's waving it around. He's doing this.

I told him, "Hey, why don't you put
those in the trunk of the car?"

We stopped at a restaurant...

and ordered
and ate sandwiches in the car.

I bought a six-pack of beer.

He pulled this pistol back out.

And I ask him why he got the pistol out.

And he kind of laughed...

rolled the window down,
and fired the pistol outside the car.

And I asked him to please put it up.

And I think he handed me the pistol,
and I put it under the driver's seat.

He wanted to go to the movies,
so we went to the movies.

We got there probably at about 7:00.

He was the one
that had picked the movie out.

I call them drive-in movies,
beer-drinking movies.

$0.50, put them together
and make a bunch of money...

with a bunch of people
getting drunk at the drive-in.

- Are you going to concede?
- Please, sit down...

What is this, Mr. Brooks?

- Anybody can see it's an ashtray.
- Wrong!

Anybody can plainly see
it's a wall-breaker!

I'm trying to speak for you!

I'm trying to speak for all of you!
I am the student body!

The show that was on was half over.
We watched half of the one show...

we started watching
the first part of the second show.

We want a victory,
and we're gonna get it.

I didn't really care
for the second feature...

which is an R-rated,
cheerleader-type thing.

I don't know what it was.

May I have some wine?

It's good, Ross.
I didn't know you could cook.

It is good, isn't it?

You got to try my celery rémoulade.

No.

I told him I wanted to leave.

"I don't really care
to sit here and watch this. Let's go."

He's acting strange, he wanted
to watch the end. Anyway, we left.

We drove back towards Dallas
and we drove to the motel.

There's a little store.
I bought a pack of cigarettes...

and a newspaper.

And when I left,
this kid was still sitting there.

I leaned against the car and we
talked to him for a few minutes...

and I told him
that since he was looking for a job...

and there hadn't been anybody at work...

that if he wanted to stop back
Monday morning...

that sure, he could ride out
and follow me to work...

and he could talk to the boss.
And he would probably get a job.

I told him that I would catch him
Monday morning if he showed up.

I told him what time I went to work.
Why, I left.

I walked around the store
and went to the house.

When I walked in, the television was
on and my brother was sleeping.

He had been home this whole time
that I had been gone.

So I made me a sandwich...

and sat there and watched the end of
The Carol Burnett Show.

When it went off, the news came on
and I watched 15 minutes of it.

And that was it.
I turned the TV off and went to sleep.

Finally, they bring in a stenographer.

She sits down and I run the story.

I tell them what happened this Saturday.

She leaves. She types.

She comes back
in about 25 to 30 minutes...

with a copy of this statement.

I read through it...

and when it was basically
what I liked...

yes, I signed it.

He admits driving the car
and taking a right on Inwood Road...

off of Interstate 35...

or Highway 183.

He admits driving it.

After he made his right turn
on Inwood Road...

this is where our statement ends.

He says he does not
remember anything after that.

He didn't remember anything
about a shooting.

He didn't remember anything about
a police officer stopping him.

That part of his mind
just conveniently went blank.

He remembered driving the car...

and he remembered approaching
the scene of the shooting...

and then, from that point,
he blacks out...

and can't remember
until he gets to the motel room...

which is some 10 minutes later.
Everything else he remembers vividly.

And that's just a convenient memory
lapse, is all that is.

The Morning News in Dallas County...

stated that I had signed a confession...

that I had confessed
to the killing of Robert Wood...

and they had their killer
and they were ready to go with it.

The statement that I signed
for Dallas County...

was never...

and never would have been anything
as "a confession."

But yet, they labeled it as such.

Of course, I couldn't dispute this
because I didn't even know about it.

I heard no news.
I knew nothing for two weeks.

They kept me completely away
from everybody.

Several times we talked to her,
trying to get her to recall.

"Do you recall the license number?
Do you recall anything to help us?"

And she gave us
a pretty good description of the car.

As it turned out, her description
of the car was real close.

It comes out that we weren't
looking for a blue Vega.

We were looking for a Comet.

No telling the man-hours
we literally wasted...

looking for a blue Vega.

There is a difference
between a Vega and a Mercury Comet.

So in reality, in regard to cars...

every piece of information
that was called in...

they were calling in regard to a Comet,
I mean, a Vega.

The people that called in were truthful,
trying to help.

They really were trying to help.

We just all had the wrong information.

There wasn't a mark on this car
David Harris had stolen.

Wasn't a mark.

Do you think a car sitting still...

starting from a stop,
heading up a hill...

with a woman standing right behind it...

that is a very good shot
with a pistol...

She should have hit
the damn thing one time. She didn't.

I wish to God she had blown whoever
was driving the car's head off...

because I wouldn't have been here.

I went back several times...

and with Mr. Cunningham,
he and I both searched...

and could find no indications that
that car had been hit by gunfire.

Later on, he finally found one place...

that he felt as though
that a bullet had been creased on it.

But before he could tell me about it,
his daughter totaled the car out.

Totally demolished it.

I was doing burglaries
and some robberies...

and a few possession cases
and stuff like that.

I think he just came up to me and said:

"Are you Edith James?
I'd like to talk about my case."

That's the way I remember it, anyhow.

And I said, "Sure."
And I said, "What sort of a case is it?"

He said, "It's a capital
murder." And I said...

Inside, I kind of thought:

"I've never done one,
but I can surely talk to him about it."

I hate to be considered...

some kind of dummy that believes
in the innocence of her clients.

A lot of people think,
"A woman lawyer...

"she's bound to stupidly believe
anything she's told."

I admit, I'm sort of a gullible person.

But on the other hand,
I've seen an awful lot of people...

who admitted guilt
or were found guilty...

and all but Randall turned out
to be guilty, in my opinion.

Douglas Mulder had a perfect win record.

I believe he resigned from the
D.A. 's office without any defeats.

That's why he's legendary.

Everything, as I recall,
that Mulder ever said...

was about what a great guy Mulder was...

and how marvelous it was that
he was getting all these convictions.

I wanted somebody else in on it,
so I got Dennis interested in it...

because Dennis has a lot more
trial experience...

and Dennis wins
practically all of his jury cases.

And Dennis was very enthusiastic
about the Randall Adams case...

because he kept saying,
"This is one we can win.

"They don't have substantial evidence.
All they've got is David Harris."

I prepared a motion for a continuance
to get more time to try the case...

and in doing that had to lay out
my schedule for several weeks...

as to exactly what time
I'd be in Vidor, Texas.

Vidor is the headquarters of the
Ku Klux Klan for the state of Texas.

It's a city where black people
will not spend the night.

Black people won't even stop there
to get their car filled with gasoline.

And furthermore, the people of Vidor
were under the impression...

that the policeman that was murdered
was a black man.

I had to stop at a motel on the way.

My wife and I stayed in one room,
the lady lawyer in another room.

We arranged to get up very early,
go to Vidor and start our investigation.

At about 6:00 in the morning...

Edith James, the lady lawyer, got up...

and was looking for me.

While she went out in the parking lot
to find me, she went to one room...

and someone in the parking lot said:

"If you're looking
for the lawyer from Dallas...

"he's in room..."
And he gave her the room number.

I immediately began to suspect...

from the time I was that close to Vidor,
I was being followed and observed.

Doug Mulder had been there
the week before I had...

and had told the people
in Vidor that I was...

an Eastern-educated
civil liberties attorney...

and that I was down there
to discredit David Harris.

And then I had been recommended
to see one particular policeman...

who had been led
to the solution of this case.

And I had the impression...

that he was the one honest policeman
I could trust in Vidor.

He told me that
after the policeman was killed...

David Harris went back to Vidor.

But before he was arrested,
he committed a robbery down there...

and had someone on the floor
of a 7-Eleven type of store...

with a shotgun at her throat.

Got back there...

robbed O'Bannion's 7-Eleven
with a.22 rifle.

Committed some other burglaries
and what have you.

All this time I was on probation.
Juvenile probation.

Eventually I turned myself in
for this stuff in Vidor.

I think I made a confession.
I can't even remember exactly.

So I'm told I did.

He had told us he had robbed stores,
and we laughed.

"Sure, we know you have."

I'd given him one of my hats.

It's an old Bonnie-and-Clyde-looking
hat, it's turned sideways.

We said, "We'll draw you a little
mustache, walk in with that gun.

"Nobody'll know who you are."

About 2:00 that morning,
I was asleep and the phone rings.

I said, "Hello?" He said, "This is
David." "This is David Harris?"

"Yeah," he said, "I did it.
Will you come and get me?"

I said, "I'm not coming to get you.
I'm asleep."

He didn't have a conscience.

If I do something bad,
it kind of gets to me.

I feel, "Shucks, I shouldn't have done
that. I feel bad about it."

But it didn't bother him.
Didn't bother him at all.

We asked the D.A. In Vidor, Texas...

what they were going to do
with little David. They said:

"We'll send him
to the Texas Youth Council."

And we sort of tried to inquire...

didn't he think it was strange
that there was a robbery committed...

with that same pistol.

And here it was David Harris' pistol...

David Harris' automobile
that picked up Randall Adams.

Didn't he think it was a little odd...

that all the utensils for committing
this so-called murder...

were furnished by David Harris
who got off scot-free...

and was being a witness
for the prosecution?

And all he said was, "We don't
feel that way in Vidor, Texas.

"Our people just are not that...

"We're not that keen
on ruining a young man's life."

I tried to introduce
the crime spree theory.

The theory that David Harris
was on this series of crimes...

both before and after
the killing of the policeman.

That he would be the person who had...

the heart filled with malice
most apt to commit a murder.

But the judge would not allow me
to introduce any of those crimes.

They'd had a 28-year-old man.

The only alternative
would be prosecuting a 16-year-old...

that could not be given
the death penalty under Texas law...

where our 28-year-old man could.

That's always been the predominant
motive, in my opinion...

for having a death penalty case
against Randall Adams.

Not that they had him so dead to rights.

But just that he was a convenient age.

The judge is supposed to have said...

That Don Metcalfe
is supposed to have said...

to Jeanette White,
Dennis White's wife...

"What do you care? He's only a drifter."

I grew up in a family...

where I was taught a great respect
for law enforcement.

I became acutely aware of the dangers...

that police officers go through,
law enforcement officials go through...

that I think much of the public
is not really sensitive to.

My father was an FBI man.

Probably at the worst possible time
to be in the FBI.

It was from 1932 to 1935 in Chicago.

He was at the Biograph Theater
the night that Dillinger was killed.

It was a hot summer evening.
Little air conditioning in Chicago...

and people were out for a walk.

My father would tell me
that when Dillinger was killed...

within a matter of two minutes...

people were dipping their
handkerchiefs in the blood...

to get souvenirs.

And he vividly remembered one lady...

who, all she had was a newspaper,
held it up and said:

"I bet I'm the only lady from Kansas
City with John Dillinger's blood."

He told me, the "Woman in Red"...

she had on an orange dress.
This is trivia, okay?

It looked red under the lights.
He said it was really orange.

So she got to be known as the
"Lady in Red" that fingered Dillinger.

He said, "It was really
the Lady in Orange."

As her reward, she got a new fur coat...

and a one-way ticket
back to her native Romania.

His whole story
from the start was two hours late.

I met this kid
at around 10:00 in the morning.

He says we met at noon.

I say we were at the Bronco Bowl
at 2:00 or 3:00.

He says it was 5:00 or 6:00.

Everything that we did coincide with,
he was two hours late.

Two hours later.
Two hours into the night.

His testimony is that...

as we were getting off the freeway
on Inwood Avenue...

he stated that I'm driving the car...

that we're pulled over.

He gets scared and he slumps down
in the seat of the car.

That, as the officer walks up...

and shines his flashlight,
and I roll down my window...

I pull the pistol out
and blow this man away.

His testimony is...

when I finally do drive to the motel...

I get out. I tell him,
"Don't worry about it.

"Forget this ever happened."

That's crazy.

The police officer
was killed at 12:30...

which is about two and a half hours
after he last saw me.

Just before he went into the motel...

he'd gone across the motel courtyard...

to a little store over there
and bought some cigarettes.

And I was supposed to go and find out
if the man remembered him...

coming in there just before 10:00
to buy the cigarettes.

I didn't get over there
to Fort Worth for a long time.

We got some pictures from his family
that didn't show him in jail clothes.

I took the pictures in to show them
to the man behind the counter.

He was very cooperative
and he wanted to help us.

But he honestly... He said:

"I don't remember anything
about this guy coming in there...

"I couldn't tell one night from another.
Might have been that night or another.

"Cause they were always coming
for cigarettes."

His brother...

at first...

was saying that at the time
of the murder, that he was home...

watching... I believe it was
a wrestling match on TV.

And he said, "Me and my brother likes
wrestling matches. He was with me.

"Randall, my brother,
was with me all night long.

"He couldn't have done it."

He was trying to cover for his brother.

Later, as I recall, he changed...

because he said:

"If I get down there
and perjure myself...

"there's nothing that they can do
because they've got the case."

This is the way I think that he thought.

"They know that my brother did it.

"If I get up there and lie,
they are going to have me for perjury.

"I'll be in the penitentiary with him,
and it ain't going to do any good...

"so I just ain't going to testify.
I ain't gonna say nothing."

So he backed off
of his story completely...

and Adams was left
without any witnesses.

Her in-court testimony
and her original statement...

which should be the best.

You're talking 15 to 20 minutes
after the killing.

Should be the best eyewitness
testimony she's got.

It doesn't match. Doesn't match at all.

In court, she testified...

he got out of the car,
she got out of the car.

She positioned herself
at the back of the automobile.

Her original statement,
15 minutes after the killing...

"a fur-lined collar on the killer."

In court,
"It might have been bushy hair."

The kid testified
that I had a Levi jacket on...

which is the same type collar,
basically the same as this.

He testified at pretrial
that he had a fur-lined parka.

She's telling you who killed the man.

One person in the car
with the fur-lined collar.

Very convenient that the driver
happened to have bushy hair.

All she's got to do
is look at a picture they took of me.

But that is not her original statement.

It's a hell of a big difference
from "fur-lined collar" to "bushy hair."

It's crazy.

She went through
two weeks Internal Affairs...

when she comes out,
her testimony changes.

She goes in saying one thing,
she comes out saying another.

Something happened. What?

"We refreshed her memory."

Friday afternoon,
I think it was Good Friday...

we came back in the courtroom
that afternoon...

and we were sort of elated
because we thought...

"He's gonna walk."

And there's nothing really
in that evidence.

There's just little David Harris,
and nobody believes him.

And so we were very optimistic
about his chances...

until we walked into the courtroom...

and here were all these people
standing in front of the bench.

Three of them, anyway.

They were taking the oath
to be sworn as witnesses.

Mrs. Miller got on the stand
that last afternoon.

And she said,
"That's the man, I saw that man!

"I saw Randall Adams' face
just right after..."

She said, "I saw the gun
sticking out of the car...

"when he shot that police officer.
And that's the man."

And she waved her finger
right toward Randall Adams.

She's the one that got him convicted.

When I was a kid,
I used to want to be a detective...

because I used to watch
all the detective shows on TV.

When I was a kid they used to show
these movies with Boston Blackie...

and he always had a woman with him.

I wanted to be a wife of a detective
or be a detective...

so I always watched detective stories.

I'm always looking because
I never know what might come up.

Or how I could help.

I like to help in situations like that.

I really do.

It's always happening to me,
everywhere I go...

lots of times there's killings
or anything.

Even around my house. Wherever.

I'm always looking or getting involved,
to find out who did it, what's going on.

I listen to people.

And I'm always trying to decide
who's lying, or who killed who...

before the police do.
See if I can beat them.

Yeah.

I was working at a gas station.
My husband and I both.

We weren't getting along well at all.

We were arguing back and forth.

We didn't wanna go home, because
we'd rather talk it out in the car...

than go home with the kids and fight.

Had to listen to them, too.

So we were really arguing,
and decided to get something to eat.

About that time,
a police came out of a restaurant...

on the right hand side of the road...

and he went to pull the man over.

She turned around.
She was looking hard. She looked.

I didn't think she seen the guy,
but she did.

Because I said, "What you looking at?"
I knew something had went wrong.

She said, "You just shut up and drive."

And I kept telling my husband:
"Slow down so I can see."

He said, "Come on,
we're getting out of here.

"You're too nosy.
You don't even know what's going on."

I had no idea that somebody
was gonna get killed or shot.

So I just drove on.

He was one of these kind
that didn't like getting involved.

He wanted to go on. He told me
to shut up and turn around. Don't look.

I turned around and looked anyway.

So we heard something,
like backfire or firecrackers.

And so we drove over the bridge,
and I got to thinking.

I said: "Em, there're no firecrackers
this time of the year."

I was thinking to myself:

"That couldn't be somebody shooting."

It was real dark, and it was cold.

It was hard to see in that car.

But his window was down.
The driver's window was down.

This is how I got such a good look.

I really couldn't see anything inside.

It was kind of... shadows on the window
and stuff.

But when he rolled down the window,
what made his face stand out so.

The car was dark blue.

He had a beard, mustache...

kind of dishwater-blond hair.

But, like I said, when he was in court,
he sure looked a lot different.

All I could just tell by this and this,
that it was him.

I knew that there was
some shots over there.

But I didn't want to be
involved in it...

because West Dallas
is a high-crime neighborhood.

One of the biggest.

He was more scared of it than I was.

But when you have
black people like that...

they don't like
getting involved in nothing.

That's just common.

Like here, nobody wants
to see nothing or hear nothing.

And they'll stay completely
in the background.

That's why they were having
such a hard time there...

finding anybody that would come forward.

Because it was in
a totally black neighborhood.

She believe in, see somebody done
something wrong she should tell it.

'Cause she told on me...

a couple of times...

that I was hauling drugs out of El Paso.

Called the sheriff down there,
going to make me open my trunk.

So I ended up opening it,
but there was nothing in it.

Good grief.

She's a ho, but she find out
you done something, she turn you in.

Mrs. Miller had testified
at the trial...

that she had gotten off early from her
gas station job...

and gone down to pick up her husband
to help him with the bookwork.

We found out that she was not doing
any bookkeeping for that station...

because she had been fired
from her job two weeks earlier...

for till-tapping, for stealing.

The reason that they were
talking to the police at all...

was that there'd been a three-day
running knife fight in their apartment.

And they were all booked...

for disorderly
and drunk behavior in there...

including assault with knives,
and all kinds of stuff.

When they were at the police station,
they suddenly decided to volunteer...

all this information
about what they had seen...

about the police officer's killing.

A woman called me at my home...

and said that she knew this woman...

who had testified and identified
Randall Adams from a passing vehicle.

This woman had never told the truth
in her life.

She also told me that she had tried
to call the D.A. During the trial...

and give this evidence
that this woman was not believable.

If their case hinged on this testimony,
this was not believable testimony.

They were scum. They were just...

actually scum.

He was a black man
and she was a white woman.

He came to work the day after.

He told me about the policeman
that had gotten shot the night before.

And I hadn't heard anything about it.

And I thought
it was another one of these stories.

And he brings in these newspapers...

and he says he didn't see a thing.
He couldn't see nothing, it was dark.

Wheels started rolling
in his head about money.

That's when he got the idea.

Let me put it in his words.

For enough money, he would testify...

to what they wanted him to say.

He would say anything
they wanted him to say.

Or he would see anything
that they wanted him to see.

Those were his words.

I was shocked that he did go ahead...

and get up and tell
that he saw the actual shooting...

and recognized the boy. Identified him.

That's when I called Dennis White.
I told him, "That man's lying."

Nobody has that good of an eyesight.

From where the policeman was shot
and from where they were at...

I doubt if you could have
even seen them with binoculars.

I'm a salesman.

And you develop
something like total recall.

I don't forget places, things...

or streets.

Because it's a habit,
something I just picked up.

I just stare intensely at people
and try to figure them out.

Being nosy, I just stare.

I was leaving the Plush Pub one night...

driving a 1977 Cadillac...

heading west on Hampton.

I noticed an officer had
two individuals pulled over...

to the curb in a blue...

some type of vehicle.

It was a blue...

It was a blue Ford.
It was a blue something.

The driver, I think, had long blond hair
and a moustache.

And the other one
didn't have no hairs on his face.

A person that is white
going through that area at night...

he's a sore thumb,
he stick out for the first reason.

And if they don't look right,
they're gonna stop you.

The officer,
he walked up to the vehicle.

His car was behind...

I don't know
if it was behind or in front...

but I know he had him pulled over,
and he was up to the car.

I think he was up to the car.
Let me think.

Yeah, he was up to the car.

As we was coming by
he had to have been up to the car.

I didn't see no bullet.
I didn't see no gunfire.

Because I went on.

We have three people
that testified and identified him...

positively as being the driver
at the time that Wood was walking...

right beside the car.

So we know that he was the driver
from the witnesses...

and we also know...

that it was the driver
that shot Officer Wood...

coming from his partner.

We couldn't have made a case...

with the voluntary statement
that we got from Adams.

We had to rely on witnesses.

And this is what we did.

I always tried very hard,
every judge I know of does...

to not show emotion on the bench.

The reason, if you do show emotion...

the jury might take it that
you're favoring one side or another.

So you try to remain passive,
emotionless, objective.

I do have to admit
that in the Adams case...

and I've never really said this...

Doug Mulder's final argument
was one I'd never heard before.

About the "thin blue line" of police...

that separated the public from anarchy.

I have to concede that there
my eyes kind of welled up...

when I heard that.

It did get to me emotionally,
but I don't think I showed it.

In death penalty cases...

we have a question,
or we did at the time...

of whether or not that person
is of a dangerous mentality...

and might be expected
to commit other crimes.

To answer that question...

the Dallas District Attorney sends
psychiatrists to the defendant's cell...

to discover
whether he is without remorse...

and therefore is a dangerous
and psychopathic personality.

Of course,
in the instance of a person...

who did not commit the crime,
they're not going to show remorse.

There were two psychiatrists
that appeared again and again.

Holbrook and Grigson,
the "Killer Shrinks."

There was certain criticism
directed against these two people...

because, in effect, whenever they
showed up, the purpose of their visit...

was to kill the defendant.

It was April 15th, tax day.

I think I was filling out
my taxes at the time.

Afraid I might be late.

A guard walks up to the door...

tells me, "There's someone out here
who wants to talk to you."

I ask him who it was.
He said he didn't know...

but the court ordered me to talk
to him. I said, "All right."

And here come this real tall,
ostrich-looking dude.

He introduced himself as Dr. Grigson.

He pulled a pad out
of his coat pocket...

that had a line drawn across it.

On this pad, on the upper half...

he had six images.

I will say a box, a square,
a circle with a diamond in it.

I don't... It's been awhile.

He slides this piece of paper across
to me and he hands me a pencil.

He says,
"I'm going to get a cup of coffee.

"Please copy
what's on this piece of paper."

I'm looking at this man.

I said, "What? You want it copied
just the same way you did?

"Or you want me to change them
around? What do you want me to do?"

He said, "Just do
whatever you think you want to do."

And he left.

So on the bottom half
of this piece of paper...

I made my boxes and X's...

and zeros with diamonds in it.
Exactly like his.

He asked me...

"What's the meaning of
'A rolling stone gathers no moss?"'

I'm looking at this man.

I said, "Are you kidding? Is this
a joke? What are you doing?"

He said, "No, I really want to know
your answer to that question."

I said, well,
"A rolling stone gathers no moss."

I said, "To me...

"it would represent that a person
that doesn't stand still long enough...

"it's kind of hard for people
to cling to him.

"If he keeps moving around,
it's hard to get close to him."

He shook his head.

He said, "What about 'A bird in
the hand is worth two in the bush"'?

I said, "If you have a hold of
something, why give it up...

"for a chance of getting something
that might be a little better?

"It doesn't make sense. You've got
something good, why let go of it?

"If you can get the other one,
get it if you can...

"but don't let go of what you got
to try to get something else."

He asked about my family.

He asked about my background.

And he left.

Total time we had talked,
maybe 15, 20 minutes.

Dr. Grigson was up there testifying
he would commit violent crimes...

in the future if he was released.

Grigson is known as "Dr. Death"
because he always testifies that way.

In about 99% of the trials...

that he's been a witness for the
prosecution, he always testifies...

that they will commit
violent crimes in the future.

You can't tell what
somebody's gonna do years from now.

Not really.

Except based on your past record,
which anybody can do.

Randall never had any prior record.

And as far as we know, he never had
any history of violence whatever.

Grigson testified for...

two and a half hours
about all these degrees he's got.

He's been here, and he's been there,
and he's studied here.

He called me Charlie Manson.

He called me Adolf Hitler.

He said I'm the type of personality...

that can work all day
and creep all night.

He testified, Grigson...

that the future seriousness...

of my mental state...

would be such
that if they released me...

I would go crazy and
probably butcher half of Dallas County.

Even though he talked to me
15 minutes...

I have no prior convictions,
no prior arrests...

I was nonviolent for 28 years.

On one instance...

and that's saying if I did this,
which I didn't...

he's stating that, that's enough...
For the rest of my life, watch me.

Don't ever turn your back on me.
And he talked to me 15 minutes.

He's crazy.

You can understand why a man
might steal if he needs money...

to put food on the table.

I can understand why a 17-year-old
boy who doesn't have a car...

would steal one to ride around in.

I can understand
why the heroin addict needs heroin.

But it's very hard to understand
why anybody has to kill a police officer.

It just doesn't have to be.

When I'm asleep
and I close my eyes and think...

"Why would he do it?

"He had no background
that would lead to murder...

"no reason to commit a murder."

And I look at the facts
of the case and say...

David Harris knew the car was stolen,
knew the guns were there...

knew the guns were stolen...

was on a crime spree...

had had a criminal record prior to
stealing this car and these guns.

He was the one
that wanted to commit the murder...

and get away from the scene.

He was the one that,
after the murder was committed...

went right back home
and bragged about it to his friends.

I looked at all the evidence...

and I found that I believed
that David Harris committed murder.

The jury looked at the same evidence...

and found they believed that
Randall Adams committed murder.

And it was their verdict that counted.

You have a D. A...

he doesn't talk about...

when they convict you
or how they convict you...

he's talking about
how he's going to kill you.

He don't give a damn if you're innocent.

He don't give a damn if you're guilty.
He's talking about killing you.

You get numb. You get...

It's like a bad dream. You want
to wake up, but you can't do it.

Fifteen times, 20 times a day,
I hear this same story...

about what happens
when a man is electrocuted.

His eyeballs pop out.

His fingernails pop out.

His toenails pop out.

He bleeds out of every orifice he's got.

They don't care...

They don't care.

All they want to do is talk about
how they're going to kill you.

That's the only thing that they cared
about and talked about.

At that point,
that's all they're wanting.

I didn't have any idea
what happened to him.

After I testified, I was gone.

I never really concerned myself with it.

Maybe I didn't want to know.
I don't know.

I didn't have any interest in knowing...

otherwise I might have tried
to find out.

Dennis filed the motion
for a new trial...

then we filed an amended motion
for a new trial.

About 20 days later,
we were to have a hearing on it.

Both Robert Miller and his wife
testified there.

But we could not bring out the fact...

that they had said that they were
gonna get that reward money...

and that they didn't care
whether they saw anything or not...

but their car was too steamed up.

We were not allowed
to get any of that in...

because it was held
that it was impeaching testimony...

and therefore it came too late.

We kept running into blank walls.

A reporter
from the Dallas Morning News...

discovered that one week
after the trial was over with...

the daughter of this woman
had a robbery case in this court.

She offered her testimony...

at a time when her daughter
was in danger of going to jail for life...

and got her daughter out of jail.

How can you believe her...

when the very next week
the same judge dismisses that case?

The Millers are the kind of people
that would do anything...

if there was something to be gained...

such as her daughter not being sent
to the penitentiary for armed robbery...

or for money.

When we went to court that day,
the District Attorney was hard-nosed.

Wouldn't let me answer any questions.

He'd ask me questions,
but then he'd cut me off real short.

And that's when he said something
about my big fat nose.

If I'd kept my big fat nose
out of their business...

the Millers would be better off.

When I started to leave
out of the courtroom...

he started laughing, like:

"Didn't do you any good to get up here."

It really didn't.
Didn't help the guy at all.

To the best of my recollection...

the brief conversations
I have had with Mr. Adams...

and they have been brief...

I don't even recall ever asking him,
or my having told me...

that he did not do it.

Because, for my purposes,
representing him on appeal...

it's totally irrelevant.

When the Court of Criminal Appeals
of Texas...

voted 9-0 against us,
I was a little upset about that.

I felt we, A: Should have won...

B: Certainly shouldn't have been
slapped so hard...

with the unanimous decision against us.

I was with my family
in an ice-cream parlor...

and the judge and his family
happened to come at the same time.

And he came over to me
and made the comment...

"I see where the Court of Criminal
Appeals gave me an 'A'...

"in the Adams case."

Our highest state appellate court...

the Court of Criminal Appeals
in Austin affirmed the case, 9-0.

Then it was reversed by the
United States Supreme Court, 8-1...

When the Appellate Court
reverses a case...

they are never saying
the trial judge was right or wrong.

They are saying
they disagree with the judge.

You can't, for instance,
in the Adams appeals...

say the appellate courts
were saying I was right or I was wrong.

After all, if in Austin...

in our state appeals court,
I was 9-0 correct...

and in Washington, I was 1-8 incorrect.

If you tally all those votes,
I come out 10-8.

Yet the case was reversed.

Eight justices of the Supreme Court
were the first people to agree with me.

They're the only people anywhere
that ever agreed about that statute...

were eight justices
of the Supreme Court.

The Dallas Morning News
had a very nice front-page story...

either the same day...

or the day after the reversal was
announced by the Supreme Court...

in which Henry Wade,
the District Attorney...

vowed a retrial of Randall Dale Adams...

because there was no room
in his book for a cop-killer...

getting off with anything less
than the death penalty.

I took that to heart. I thought
I was going to get my chance.

For reasons
that were never really made public...

Mr. Wade requested
the governor to commute...

Mr. Adams' death penalty to life...

and that eliminated
the possibility of a retrial...

based on the reversal.

I was absolutely shocked.

I can't help but believe...

that some of the motivation
behind that decision...

was a fear that...

Adams may be vindicated at a retrial.

I just felt they prosecuted
the wrong person. I don't know why.

I felt that some policeman,
whether in Vidor or in Dallas...

made a decision to prosecute and set
the wheels of justice in motion...

in the wrong direction and they got
going so fast no one could stop them.

So I felt it was up to me
to stop them and I didn't.

I felt it was up to the Supreme Court
and they did what they could, but...

it's all gotten messed up
and derailed again.

Since his trial, I have given up
my practice of criminal law.

I have not had a jury trial...

since I heard the verdict
of this jury in this case...

and don't intend to.

I just feel like...

I'll let other people
handle these problems for a while.

Because if justice
can miscarry so badly...

I'd rather do something else.

Prosecutors in Dallas
have said for years...

"Any prosecutor can convict
a guilty man.

"It takes a great prosecutor
to convict an innocent man."

To this day, I think Mr. Mulder...

believes that the Adams conviction
was one of his great victories...

probably because of some reservations
he has about Adams' guilt.

I got a call one morning,
a lady here in Vidor...

had been hit over the head
with a rolling pin...

and the attacker thought
she'd been knocked unconscious...

when, in reality, she wasn't.

And she recognized the attacker
to be David Harris.

He voluntarily
came to the police station.

I told him,
"David, this girl knows who you are.

"I don't even have to tell you
I know the truth.

"You know I know the truth this time."

He said, "I was wrong.
I smoked marijuana, I was drinking.

"I don't know what got over me
but something just came over me."

But he forgot to mention one thing,
that he was only wearing underwear.

I felt as though
the attack was sexually oriented.

He never wanted to admit that...

and, as I recall,
he never really finally admitted it.

He'd just get
to where he wouldn't deny it.

He posted his bond and went to Germany.

We had a crime
with basically the same M.O. As his...

and so it led me to want to check
and see if he was in town.

I contacted
the Worldwide Military Locator...

to see if, through the military,
I could locate him.

I did, and found out
that he was in prison at the time.

He really didn't remember what happened.

He said he woke up in the stockade...

and he'd been told that he beat up
one of his ranking officers.

We had another occasion to have
a crime that fit his M.O. A lot...

so I started looking for him again,
and this time...

I found him in prison in California.

So I realized again that unfortunately,
he hadn't straightened up.

He was still having a lot of problems.

I was 16 years old.

I really didn't have no real dealings
with the court systems, etc.

Didn't know how they worked, really.

Didn't know much about the law.

Just a young, dumb kid.

Police give you the time of this
and the time this happened...

and you just correlate
from those events.

You just estimate from that event
what time it was.

You don't know.

You're taking a guess.

Police tell you, "It was 12:30
when this crime happened.

"What time did you leave the movie?"

"I know it was somewhere
around midnight.

"It might have been before then.
I don't know.

"I didn't have a watch on."

He went over my testimony with me
pretty extensively.

How I should answer certain questions...

things of this nature.

That's what you call
"coaching the witness."

Let's get this evidence in a spectrum
where it's going to be most effective.

At the time,
I didn't really ponder on it...

but he was deceiving the jury.
He wanted to deceive justice.

That's why I think
that statue with the scales...

Justice? What is she called?
I don't know what she's called.

She's got that blindfold on.

We don't see what goes on
behind the closed doors.

I had another woman in the car.

I didn't tell them about that.
My wife'd kill me.

She would've tore my head off if she
knew I was out with another woman.

Would you tell?

That's what happened.
I was trying to get her home.

The driver's side was down because...

the lady was a little sick.
She needed some air.

Because she was pretty drunk.

See, the Millers,
one is black and one is white.

They said I was going with...
The reason I was over that night...

I was over there
messing with this man's wife.

And I ain't never gone with her in
my life. She was too old and ugly.

Like I said, the D.A. Will
put something into their mouth.

They could have
prefabricated the whole story.

They sure could have.

But what I saw is just what I saw.
That was it.

So if they got paid,
they got paid for lying.

They already decided
what to do with you in the hall.

That's why they call it the Hall of
Justice, the scales are not balanced.

The scales are in the hall,
and they go up and down.

They might go up for you, favor one
way, they might go down against you.

So if the D.A. Wants you to hang
15 or 20 years, you're hung.

I had all these charges
still pending in Orange County.

I could have been certified
as an adult...

maybe given a life sentence.
I don't know.

I'm 16 years old.
I know I don't want that.

That District Attorney told me,
"Don't worry about them charges."

"I'm gonna ask your...
Defense Attorney is gonna ask you...

"if you had any kind of deal...

"or anything of that nature...

"in exchange for your testimony
in this case...

"as relating to those charges.

"Don't answer that 'Yes.'
Answer it 'No."'

My husband,
he didn't get that good a look at him.

He wasn't sure, because they put
a bunch of them that looked alike.

They had about three or four
in the lineup that had bushy hair...

but he had his combed down,
different to what it was in the killing.

I didn't pick him out right then...

because I picked out
this bushy-haired man.

I understand one other witness
did pick out the man at the lineup.

I'm not sure, but I think he did.

Of course I picked out
Randall Adams just like that.

I don't know about the others.

Evidently they did at that time.

I just took off.

It's like, kids run away...

they don't think about
where they're going to stay...

how they're going to eat,
all these things.

They had that roof over their head
all their lives.

They don't really think
about those things...

till you get out there and you say,
"My stomach's growling now."

Or, "It's getting cold out here.
It's raining."

There was ice on the road.

I remember there was a car coming
pretty fast up the road behind me...

and didn't see me or something...

or was in one lane and came into
the other lane and I was in that lane...

and tried to stop me.
He went off the side of the road.

I remember this car
went off the side of the road.

I'm just looking back.

I remember that.

I got a call at my house
about 3:30 one morning.

One of the patrolmen
in my department called...

and said, "We just arrested
this boy named David Harris...

"and he won't even tell us his name.
He said he wants to talk to you."

They told me something that really
made me interested. He'd been shot.

David had initially told me
that he had gone to a bar in Houston...

and was flirting with a young lady
and her boyfriend became upset...

and chased him out with a pistol,
shooting at him.

We knew that wasn't true.

I said,
"David, I know you're lying to me.

"We go through this all the time,
all my dealings with you in the past.

"I don't know what you've done just yet.

"I know you were shot.

"I know you were shot doing something
that you shouldn't have been...

"we know you burglarized a gun shop.
We know you were driving drunk.

"Got witnesses who can identify you,
who can identify your truck."

I said, "You're caught.
So tell the truth."

And David said, "Okay, I killed him."

Their home was entered while he
and his girlfriend were there alone.

The man was sent into the bathroom
at gunpoint and told to stay there.

David took the girl
and was starting to leave.

The man exited the apartment with a gun.

The man fell to the ground,
or near the ground...

holding onto a pole there in the
parking lot of the apartment complex...

and these last, whether it be two,
three, or how many shots...

I don't know, were fired at point-blank
or near point-blank range.

David thought that the one
that was really at fault that night...

was the guy that got killed.
He said, "That guy's crazy.

"He came after me with a gun."

I told him,
"David, you'd broken into his house...

"you abducted his girlfriend,
what was he supposed to do?"

He said,
"Man shouldn't come out with a gun.

"That dude's crazy.
He should have been killed."

When we went to retrieve the pistol...

I had to go into the water to get it.

It was a bayou and it was grassy,
snaky-looking area.

I was not real pleased
about being there myself...

but David enjoyed watching me have to
go down there and look for the gun.

I'd been searching several minutes,
he was up on the bridge...

and probably 25 feet from me...

directing me to where he thought
that the gun had landed in the water.

He was handcuffed.

Traffic would come by,
and he would turn around...

and show them his handcuffs
and holler at them, "Help me!

"The officials will throw me
in this water and drown me."

Just anything he could do
to make a joke and cut up out there.

He was just really having a good time.

The kid scares me.

To think that he could actually be
out there, walking the streets...

and Dallas County let him go.

The kid had seven crimes
coming down on him.

He had armed robberies.
He had firing on a peace officer.

He had breaking and enterings,
aggravated assaults.

God knows what all this kid had.

And Dallas County gives him
complete immunity for his testimony.

Just lets him walk.

My mom had a good phrase.

She said the first night
she pulled into Dallas, it was raining...

and that it was lightning.

And they're coming into Dallas...

and she said if there was ever
a hell on earth, it's Dallas County.

She's right.

You deal with people who you sense
bad vibrations, more or less.

You feel, this guy doesn't like me
anyway because I'm a policeman.

You can just kind of sense something.
Maybe I shouldn't even be saying it...

because police shouldn't
take these things to the bank.

When you deal with people over
and over, you sense a lot of things.

Talking to David, you don't ever
feel hostile feelings coming from him.

I have never seen David any way...

other than cordial,
friendly to me as he could be:

"Yes, sir." "No, sir."
Never disrespectful.

I've never seen the bad side.
I've seen the results...

and I've talked to him about it,
and he's aware of it.

He remembers the bad side.

But I've never seen him
committing a crime...

or in a violent or volatile state.

When his crimes were confessed to...

he seemed to feel better and do better
during those times.

His parents would tell me
he would to do better at home...

he seemed to get along better
with the people in town...

his neighbors and friends.

But something happens to David...

I don't know what it is. I don't know
if anybody can put their finger on it.

But there's no other indication
of anything in the family...

that would lead you to believe
he had exposure to these activities.

David's got at least one other brother
and sister that I know of.

And he had one brother that drowned
numerous years ago.

I was 3 years old...

I had a 4-year-old brother...

and he drowned in 1963...

right after President Kennedy
was assassinated, I believe.

Sometime right after that,
during the summer.

We was living in Beaumont
on Harrison Street...

and my dad was working on his truck
out in the yard...

and mom was in the house
doing her housework or fixing dinner.

Me and my brother, we had
one of these little blow-up pools...

and we were playing in that.

My dad was supposed to be watching
or keeping an eye on us or something.

My brother wandered off
down the street...

and these people had a
swimming pool in their backyard...

and they were elderly people.
They never used the pool.

I guess it had a bunch of leaves
and stuff in it.

And he, evidently,
fell in there and drowned.

I used to sit up in my room at night
and talk to him and he wasn't there.

So that might have been some kind of
a traumatic experience for me.

I guess my dad...

I don't know, maybe he couldn't
get rid of the responsibility...

or the guilt or something.
I don't know what it was.

I was there and I guess maybe
I reminded him of that...

all the time, growing up.

It was hard for me
to get any acceptance from him.

When my younger brother was born...

it was kind of like he was Daddy's
favorite or something, I don't know.

Everybody's life is going to take some
kind of path regardless of what happens.

I think maybe that a lot of the things
I did when I was younger...

was an attempt to get back at him
or something...

for the way he treated me.

But I wasn't doing nothing
but hurting myself.