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We're gonna beat this on appeal.

Yeah, it's gonna be a totally new trial.

I'm moving here full-time.

Yeah, so you'll always have someone nearby.

Mignini believes our sentence was too light.

And this time, he will argue for life.

Any minute now, and the world will know the verdict

in Amanda Knox's appeal trial.

If found guilty, the 24-year-old

and her one-time Italian boyfriend could spend life in prison.

Four years, two trials,

and it all comes down to this.

Oh, thank God!

Raffa! Raffa!

Raffa! Raffa!

Okay?

Sì?

Ciao, Raffa.

Ciao, Amanda.

Amanda, I know this is very emotional,

but you have to hurry out of here.

Italy is not safe for you right now.

- Amanda! - The press will be after you,

and there is no telling what other angry people

- will do if they find you. - Sorry, who are you?

I've been helping your family. We've made plans

to get you out of the country as quickly as possible.

- Go get your belongings. Go. - Okay.

Amanda!

Didn't I tell you?

Oh!

- I'm going home. - So, go.

- Okay. Okay. - Go!

34,248 hours.

That was how much time this place had stolen from me.

But even though I was exhilarated to finally be free,

I didn't forget the old ritual,

to pass freedom onto someone else.

Libertà! Libertà! Libertà! Libertà!

Libertà! Libertà! Libertà! Libertà!

Libertà! Libertà! Libertà! Libertà!

Libertà! Libertà! Libertà! Libertà!

Amanda, you need to go.

Don't worry, the driver will take you to your family.

Okay, just please, please tell Don Saulo goodbye for me, okay?

- Yes. Go. - Okay.

Libertà! Libertà!

Where are we going?

What's... What's going on?

What's going on?

Who the fuck is that?

- I... What's going on? - Amanda? I'm Steve Moore.

- I'm ex-FBI. - Okay.

What's happening? Tell me what's happening.

Where is it?

- Mom! Mom! - I know. I know.

I know. It's over now.

It's all over.

God, it was hell getting to you.

Oh, my God, the courthouse was crazy. We're at the safe house now.

- Okay. Okay. - Okay?

- Listen, you two stay here. - Yeah.

I'm gonna go inside, make sure everything's clear.

Okay.

God, I hate not having a gun.

- He's ex-FBI. - Okay.

He's gonna keep you safe from any vigilante lunatics.

- This is so crazy. - I know, I know.

- This is so crazy. - Yeah, the media vultures

are out of their fucking minds.

One of them tried to, uh, ram us from behind when we were following you.

- Are you okay? Is everyone okay? - Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

- Okay. - Are you? Yeah...

Steve, are you okay in there?

- Yeah. - St...

Tripped on a frickin' door stopper.

You're safe here tonight, ladies.

Tomorrow, you'll be home.

We're standing outside of 9821 Crane Street,

waiting for Amanda and her family to arrive...

- They're coming here. - Yeah.

...at this moment, but it's still unclear.

This is probably her right now.

Amanda!

Amanda, what's it like for you to be home?

Get out of the way! Get back!

Stay close.

Come on, let's go.

We need someone to close the blinds.

Shit.

What the hell?

After 15 hours on a plane and two sleepless nights,

I made it to Seattle.

Amanda, get away from the door. Come on.

And all I wanted was the quiet of home.

Surprise!

Oh, my God, Amanda!

Hi!

All your friends and family,

just like you wanted.

- Oh, you're back! - Everybody, say cheese!

Cheese!

After being allowed only three books at a time in my cell...

a whole bookshelf felt absurd.

Oh!

Everything felt a bit strange those early days of freedom,

like the ability to pass from one room to another

without a guard present.

And all the choices.

Nothing was as I expected it to be, including myself.

You do know her, Oma. She wore the meat dress at the VMAs.

So wasteful! Could have fed us for a week.

Yeah, but Oma, that's the whole point of the thing.

- You're doing it again. - Doing what?

Hey, I'm worried.

Huh?

I keep catching Amanda doing things like she's still in prison.

- Like what? - Like...

Like washing her underwear in the sink, for one.

- Huh. - A supporter from the Facebook group

said she could be suffering from PTSD.

I mean, don't... don't you think we should get her some therapy or...?

Oh, why? So we can spend a bunch more money

for her to relive all that bad shit?

- No. Shouldn't we... - She just needs more normal times.

We all do.

I'll get Madison to come over.

Maybe having an old friend around will remind her who she was.

Yeah. There ya go.

Yeah.

I'm tired, do you wanna come to bed?

I think I'll watch a little longer. Still jet-lagged.

Okay, well, don't fall asleep down here.

I won't.

- Here we go. - Uh, here we go.

Hey, how's the, uh, homecoming been?

It's fantastic.

How does it feel to have her home?

So, when are we gonna hear Amanda's side of things?

Well, right now, we're focused on her well-being.

Well, you must be having money problems. All those legal fees.

The longer you wait, the less her story's gonna be worth.

She's not gonna be such a hot property in interview terms.

We do not think of our daughter as a "hot property."

So, MySpace is just gone?

- It's gone? - Yes, it's gone.

Gotta let it go.

Okay, current city.

- Seattle, baby. - What do I even use

for my profile picture? Everything recent is paparazzi.

Eh, I'll take a new one of you.

Uh, okay. And education?

Uh, half a study-abroad program, and then I went to prison.

Stop!

- Okay, School of Hard Knox. - Ew.

It felt right. Don't put that.

- Whoa! - Okay. What?

- Liz got into grad school? No fair. - Oh.

Why? You wanna study post-colonial architecture?

I... I mean, I wanna do something. I missed the last four years of my life.

Edda, I was able to save your mail from the throng out there.

Oh, goodie. Bills and more bills.

Steve's turning us into Big Brother.

Oh yeah?

Full perimeter surveillance.

New alarm, flood lights, motion sensors.

- Wow. - The whole shebang.

Oh, this is great.

Should keep the crazies away.

- Yeah. - Cabron!

- Hey, bud. - You staying for dinner?

- Yeah, if you're grilling, I am. - Absolutely.

Hey, Edda?

They're actually digging through your trash out there.

Well, they are like roaches. You kill one, you get two more.

Oprah called the other day.

Well, she didn't wanna do it.

Well, how do you know she's not calling about me?

I mean, everyone's just dying to know how the poor sister's been affected.

Edda, if she can sit down with somebody respectable like Oprah,

then that may make all this nonsense go away.

- Diane Sawyer's pretty hot. - Can she just...

Can she just breathe?

She's been home a couple of weeks.

Her acquittal hasn't even been validated yet.

Validated? What are you talking about?

Oh, just, uh...

the... the Supreme Court of Italy needs to basically say

that you're... that they agree with the acquittal, that's all.

Or what?

You don't... You don't need to worry about this, Amanda.

Carlo has already said that he feels confident

that this is gonna swing our way.

Okay, and if it doesn't?

The case could get kicked down to the lower courts

and our nightmare would start all over again.

What do you mean? Like another trial?

- No. No. No. - Amanda, your lawyers do not think

- that's gonna happen. - But it's possible?

- No. No... - Well, they're pretty sure

- that it's not gonna go that way. - Real convincing, guys.

Hey, hey, why don't you tell them what your idea is?

- You were telling me? - Oh, about the plans

for a future I might not have anymore?

- You we're excited about it. - Come on, honey.

- Come on, honey. Tell us. - Be positive.

Come on, honey, tell us.

Okay, I... Well, if I'm not back in court or in prison again,

I would like to go to school.

Yeah. And...

And I thought I'd move in with Madison.

Yep. Yeah, I... I have a really cool place

in the International District.

- Yeah, and... - Oh.

- And... - And, um, her...

What is the word for the person you live with?

- Roommate? - Y-Yes, roommate, yeah.

- Her... she's moving out, so... - It's... it's just, uh,

it's a little soon, don't you think?

Yeah, I mean, I... I just got you back, honey.

I... I'm not ready to let you go just yet.

It's 15 minutes away, Mom.

- It's not Italy. - Well, I...

Chris, can you please tell them they're being ridiculous?

Those reporters won't let you walk two feet

without crawling up your ass and telling the world

- what you had for dinner. - Amanda, sweetheart,

just give it a little bit of time, okay?

The press will get bored, they'll move on,

and then you can just get back to living your life.

- Steve, am I right? - Absolutely.

Thanks, Steve.

Dude!

Did the vultures see you?

Okay, I heard myself that time.

- Okay. - I did.

Whoa. What are you supposed to be?

God, wow. You're really so behind, you're cute.

Just go.

Um, we have to get your costume now.

I know. Do you have, like, eyeliner or something?

I think so. Hi!

Chris? Anyone! Come here!

- What is it? - Wait, where's your sister?

I don't know.

♪ Come on and turn me on ♪

♪ I'm too young to die, come on and turn me on ♪

♪ Turn me on, turn me on ♪

Hey.

I've been looking for you.

Hello.

So, here we are.

- Here we are. - No.

I don't know what happened.

Everyone was just looking at me,

and I felt all, like, sweaty and weird, and...

- No, no, no, no. No. - Um, yeah.

Hey.

You were in prison.

It's crazy. Yeah.

You are allowed to be weird for, like, a year.

Seriously.

Th... These were all the people that knew me before,

and I thought they would, like, see me as the same girl.

And I... I don't... I can't tell what they think of me,

and it... just... Everything just feels off.

Everything is just, like, off.

Like, I can't even handle having a conversation with Sarah,

who I've known since the second grade,

but my dad just got a call that Oprah wants to talk to me?

- And I... - Dude.

I know.

It's crazy.

What if Oprah did the interview,

like, right here?

Like... Like when she went to the set of Friends?

That's a really good idea, actually.

- Probably pays, too. - Yeah.

I think my parents are having money problems.

I know.

You know? What... What do you know?

Yeah, I... Jennie said that her dad said that your dad

- had to remortgage his house. - What?

To pay for the lawyers, or something like that.

His whole house?

Yeah.

And your grandma's.

Don't quote me.

My God, I've had that on the whole time?

Yes, it looks adorable.

No, it does...

- Can you get me a tissue, please? - Yes, I will.

But I think it looks good, for the record.

No wonder was everyone... looking at me.

Fuck.

Mom, she's in here.

What's the code?

- You have to answer your phone, okay? - I was with Madison, oh my God.

- Yeah, Steve, we got her. She's here. - You have to answer your phone!

Jesus! I am 24 years old.

Can I not leave the house without...

- Thank you. - ...Mommy and Daddy calling

the freakin' FBI?

Jesus.

Seriously, guys?

Oh, my God, Mom, just show her.

Show me what?

What?

- What... - We've been getting one

or two of those a week. This one's worse.

A lot of freaks out there.

Steve is gonna file an FBI report,

but he said that without a "concrete plan of harm,"

that there's not much else he can do.

Oh, so he's hamstrung until she's in the back of this guy's van?

Can you stop talking about me like I'm not standing right here?

We're just trying to protect you, dumbass.

I'm not a dumbass, Chris.

Okay. I'm just trying to remind you,

you used to be fun.

I know.

I know that.

I didn't have you guys there.

I didn't have you guys for the last four years

to protect me.

I had to figure shit out by myself.

I had to protect myself and keep myself safe, and...

...be aware of the violence,

and... and the guards to stay away from,

and the inmates I could trust, all of it!

Constantly on my mind!

And I'm not... I'm just not a kid anymore.

I fucking wish I was.

I can handle things.

Dad, how much... How much do you owe?

What? Owe? What do you...?

You... You remortgaged your house, and I want to pay you back.

Just... Just tell me the number.

Sweetheart, I... I don't, um,

I don't... I don't know what that number is.

You do.

You're just not gonna tell me.

"You used to be fun"?

What the fuck, Chris?

Amanda, are you okay?

- Did you see it? - Can I come in?

Yeah, fuck them. They don't know you.

Did you read the comments? Everyone hates me.

Even the people who think I'm innocent,

think I deserve to suffer because I'm off.

There were reporters on my lawn...

a Supreme Court in Italy, thousands of internet trolls,

and a psycho with a red letter all trying to tell me who I was.

Please, honey, can I come in?

How much do you owe the lawyers, Mom?

It was time I spoke for myself.

While across the world, my lawyers fought for my freedom

in the Italian Supreme Court,

I tried to press play on a new Amanda Knox.

My memoir was about to come out.

I was coming out of hiding to promote it.

And I hoped it would change things for me.

I hoped, I hoped.

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

It's... It's you.

Did you do it?

Ciao, Carlo. What is it?

Amanda, hi. I'm with Luciano.

We just got back from the Supreme Court hearing.

Okay?

Um, unfortunately, it didn't go as expected.

They... They overturned your acquittal.

What?

Oh, my God.

Okay, okay.

What do we... What do we do now? What do we do?

Uh, well, they are sending the case to Florence for a new trial.

Another one?

Yeah. Well, uh, look, at least this time, you stay home.

We will mount your defense in absentia.

No, no, no.

No. No, no, no. No.

I have a book coming out.

I have... I have to do interviews, Carlo.

I... I signed a contract, okay?

The... the people who are expecting me for press,

they're gonna skewer me if I suddenly back out.

Thanks.

Camera's good, guys.

A lot of makeup on you.

They do it to me, too.

Hey, listen. I want you to be on your toes.

I'm going to ask some tough questions,

but only so you can confront them head-on.

- Okay. - Put all these doubts about you to rest,

especially with this new trial underway.

This'll be good for you.

- Promise. - Standby, guys.

Okay.

Ready to roll tape and record.

Hey.

Focus on me.

Straightaway, guys, hold the talking.

- We're rolling! - Rolling!

Five, four...

Amanda Knox, welcome.

You laid out your story in your new book, Waiting to Be Heard.

There are reactions, there are doubts.

How do you explain it?

Uh, it's hard.

It's... It's hard to prove that you're innocent,

that you didn't do something.

The prosecution did not give a satisfactory answer,

and I've been held responsible.

Why not some man?

Why is the prosecution targeting you?

I definitely acted a little differently than others.

Uh, I'm the type of person,

when there's pressure on me to react, I freeze.

I... I would much rather suppress my emotions

than seem insincere.

Prosecutors believe this happened because you were a sexual deviant.

This is their theory.

That you went in there for some kind of freaky sexual activity

that went wrong, and your roommate wound up dying.

- Fair? - That's what they say.

That's what it is. Forget the headlines.

That's the truth of the proposition, isn't it?

Is there truth to that proposition? Were you into deviant sex?

Insensitive question, but hey, we've gotta get to what it is.

- This fuels the doubt. - No.

Did Meredith suspect you were into that stuff?

- No. - And you resented her

because she was judging you? None of that?

No, absolutely not.

And...

there's absolutely no evidence. None.

- But it's their theory. - It's a theory.

"Knox is into some freaky sexual things."

Where are they getting it from?

I talk about all my sexual experiences in my book.

I haven't needed to talk about the details because they're not deviant.

I was not strapping on leather and bearing a whip.

I've never done that.

No group activities?

- Oh, my God, what? - I've never taken part in an orgy, ever.

Your roommates wouldn't have told prosecutors this?

Or maybe you're not telling the truth

and they got this idea from somewhere else.

They literally got it from the prosecution.

These are fantasies.

- Where did they get it? - They didn't get it from me,

and they didn't get it from the witnesses.

I... I just don't understand it, except for the fact

that I'm a young woman...

There's a lot of young women.

Why do people have this impression of you?

I was no different than any of the other women in my house, I... I wasn't.

So then, that means in your mind,

you spent four years of your life in jail

because of a perverted prosecutor?

- That's gotta make you angry. - I am angry.

And this retrial, you're shocked?

Yes.

- Why? - Because there's no evidence.

Nothing links me to this murder.

I am not present at the crime scene. I'm just not. So...

...people can talk about my behavior

and sex life all they want, but it's irrelevant.

Do you think you come off too "I can't prove it,"

and not enough "I didn't do it"?

Do you understand how that sounds cagey?

I mean, I professed from the very beginning

I didn't do it, and no one believed me.

It's like I'm having to prove my innocence instead of just saying it.

You must be scared that the United States will send you back.

I mean, I had a panic attack two days ago.

You getting help for that?

Um...

I keep thinking that I'm dealing with it.

I keep thinking that I'm going on with my life.

And then, there... there are these moments where I just can't.

Oh, good. You're just where I left you.

At least that's something I can rely on.

- Didn't go well? - No. It didn't go well.

He fucking lied to her.

He said it would be good for her, and then he put her in the chair

and he verbally molested her in front of millions of people

while I sat there and watched.

- I failed her. - No, you didn't.

- I... I did. - No.

Please don't say I didn't, because I did.

I failed her then, and I'm failing her now.

Letting man after man after man say to her and to me,

"Do it this way, it's for your own good.

It'll work out. Just trust me."

I'm tired of it.

I'm... I'm tired.

Are you including me in this?

In all those men who steered you wrong?

Because the last time I checked, I moved my life for her.

Well, you didn't hate being there.

I'm going to, uh, go finish up some work.

Chris.

Fuck.

So, yeah, it happened.

On January 30th 2014, a judge in the Florence Supreme Court

found me and Raffaele guilty,

confirming the verdict from five years prior,

falsely naming us murderers once again,

as if all of our fighting and eventually winning never happened.

So, what now?

Well... the case goes back

to the Supreme Court...

...where they will either validate it or they won't.

They won't try and extradite her unless they confirm it.

We've... We've been here before, and we will fight it.

Some supporters reached out to help.

Uh, there's a bunker in Canada.

Flee the country? That's a felony.

For a second, I did consider running,

changing my name, living somewhere quietly and alone,

thousands of miles from the people I loved and who loved me,

and nothing to do but eat, read,

live small and lay low.

No! No! No!

Amanda, are you okay?

Amanda?

Are you okay, honey?

Maybe there was no free for me.

Hey, it's Mom. How's the new place?

Amanda, honey, why aren't you picking up your phone?

Honey, I'm getting worried. Why aren't you picking up your phone?

Amanda, can I come in?

Amanda!

Oh.

God.

- Okay. - What are you doing?

- Come on, get up. - Mom.

- Girls' trip. - God, no, I don't wanna go anywhere.

Tough shit. You've been holed up here

for weeks living like a ghost. Here.

Come on, get up.

Car's parked in the red.

Mom, what is this?

It's... It's a conference for people like you,

- for exonerees. - No, Mom.

No, I think... I think it's gonna really help...

- Mom! - ...to talk to someone.

I'm not an exoneree. I just got reconvicted, okay?

- I do not belong here. - Yes, you do belong here.

- You're innocent. - Well, I am tired of explaining that

over and over again, okay?

Okay, just, will you give it 20 minutes?

Please.

Come on.

You don't have to explain a thing, little sister.

We know.

Hello. Welcome to the Innocence Network.

My name is Antoine Day,

and like many of you, I was wrongfully convicted

of a crime that I did not commit.

I spent ten years of my life

in prison for a murder that happened...

In this one room, there were at least 100 people

who, like me, had lost years to prison

for crimes they didn't commit.

They already knew my story because they'd lived it...

for a lot longer than I had...

and with a lot less attention.

Altogether, these people had spent

a staggering 1,749 years in prison.

What had happened to them mattered. The truth mattered.

My freedom mattered.

And I was going to make the most of it as long I had it.

Nice to meet you.

Thank you.

♪ A dream that I see, don't kill it, it's free ♪

♪ You're just a man, you get what you can ♪

♪ We all do what we can ♪

♪ So, we can do just one more thing ♪

Then, reality struck again...

...threatening to rip everything away.

We now go live to one of our reporters

as the police there prepare for a possible arrest.

- Julie? - Anything?

- No. - Yes, Bill, I'm here

on the scene, where it is clear from what we are seeing

- that they intend to place him... - Oh, my God,

they're... they're waiting outside to arrest Raffaele.

There's no... There's no cops. It's just the vultures.

Back to you.

Italy's Supreme Court is set to rule today

on whether to uphold the latest guilty verdict

against Amanda Knox and Raffaele Sollecito.

If the verdict is confirmed, Knox could face extradition.

An acquittal by the Court of Cassation

would send Knox and Sollecito's case

back to a lower court.

Meredith Kercher's family has made their wishes clear.

They are convinced of Amanda's guilt,

and would like to see her imprisoned back where this began, in Italy.

We've just gotten word that the verdict is coming in.

Cameras are not allowed inside the courtroom.

That means we won't see the decision handed down...

- Fuck this. - ...in real time, but...

Where are you going?

Getting Italian news, it'll be faster.

What the hell is she doing?

This is a case that has seen reversals, appeal.

Raffaele Sollecito e Amanda Knox...

- What... What's happening? - Assolti.

"Assolti," that means, uh, acquitted.

- Acquitted? - Assolti.

- You're sure? - So, I'm free.

- Amanda, you're sure? - I'm free. I think it's over.

Are you dead serious?!

Oh, my God!

It's over.

God!

I need to... I need to call Raffaele.

- Raffaele! - Amanda.

- It's crazy. - Can... Can you believe it?

I know, we're free, Raffaele!

We're free! See!

Congratulations!

Congratulations!

Ciao. Ciao.

Oh, shh! Hello?

Hey, it's Carlo. It's Carlo.

- It's Carlo? - Yeah.

Carlo? Carlo, is this real? Is this happening?

- Is it really over? - Amanda, this is unprecedented.

- Is it? - I'm shaking.

They are not even kicking it back to a lower court to re-adjudicate.

- You are done. You are done. - Congratulations, Amanda.

Oh, my God!

The court cited a complete lack of biological evidence

and quote, "stunning flaws in Mignini's investigation."

It's the best possible outcome.

Oh, my God, thank you.

The only issue is that they left open the possibility

that you were inside the house.

As a witness.

What?

They... They still say I was there?

It doesn't matter.

You are never going to have to face another trial ever again.

- Are you happy? - Eh?

But it did matter, much as I didn't want it to.

Them maintaining the lie that I was there that night

marked me the liar, somehow still complicit.

It denied that I'd been wronged, that I'd been hurt,

and people wanted me to hurt.

My prison would always be the false stories spun about me,

all born out of the first fiction created in those early days

of November 2007.

I was never going to be free until I was free of that story.

The story of me, the monster.

Until I understood why it was written in the first place.

There was only one thing I could think to do.

I had to go to the author.