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I'm Amanda Knox,

a college student from Seattle.

For my junior year, I would study abroad...

Ciao.

...where I met

my roommate, Meredith.

We were inseparable at first,

blissfully unaware that something tragic

was about to happen.

Hello?

It's Meredith.

Leave a message and have a beautiful day.

Ciao.

This is fucked! Someone broke into my house.

Hey. Hey, Meredith, you in there?

These phones were recovered this morning.

Do you recognize them?

- She NEVER locks the door! - When she showers, she says...

Look who's talking, what the fuck do you know!?

- Everyone out! - A foot!!!

- Conti, bring them outside! - What's happening?

We'll catch the monsters who did this.

The window.

Is that supposed to be the point of entry?

Anyone know who these two kids are?

The American roommate.

Giacomo!

I'm really scared. They always think it's the boyfriend.

The British girls don't like Amanda at all.

She brought lots of men home.

The American girl took a shower after seeing this blood?

Her behavior is not that of an innocent, that's for sure.

Only a woman would cover another woman's body with a blanket.

- We want you to come home. - No, I... I can't.

With a killer on the loose there?

I'm... I'm sure the police will protect me.

New developments on the case of the

British student who was brutally murdered...

Amanda Knox has confessed...

What the fuck happened?

Could I really have confessed to a murder I didn't commit?

I can try to explain,

but telling my own tale is a sticky, tricky thing.

Especially when I was a stranger to my story's true beginning.

Honey?

I see them in waking dreams.

The Monster of Florence victims

Like a slides how in my head.

As if through a Mutoscope...

Honey, it's a holiday.

Your mother is here. Your daughters have cooked all your favourite treats.

Can you please come and join us?

For over fifty years a brutal killer haunts all of Italy,

and who finally provided answers?

You did Giuliano.

And the judges dare to reject them?

To question my intuition?

To condemn my approach?

It's such an old crime, love. Why not let it go?

Papa!

Come on!

The Bread of the Dead will resurrect in a minute.

Okay, okay. I am coming.

Yes?

There were players in my story who were unknown to me, too,

their roles enigmatic to my American sense of reason.

In Italy, public prosecutors not only try cases,

they also lead the entire police investigation.

Dr. Mignini.

Local press is here.

International on the way.

The victim is British, two roommates are Italian.

The one who found the front door open is American.

This is a crime scene. Get back!

You got real bad luck of the draw, ending up with this one, Giuliano.

My cases are not assigned to me by chance, but by God.

Dr. Mignini please, I must establish time of death...

He will contaminate the crime scene!

One at a time!

Time is of the essence...

As the person in charge of the integrity of the crime scene...

I don't want him prodding the girl before we collect and mark evidence.

As coroner I must determine time of death...

- You can't... - Once the body is cooled there's no way...

- of establishing precisely... - All right, all right, I get it.

You go in and do your job as quickly as you can.

But the coroner is waiting.

- Okay, good? - No!

Bruno!

Bruno.

Which Carabinieri officer will be leading my army?

The other police arrived first.

What other police?

Tech crimes.

Mr. Prosecutor. I'm Carlo Alessi, Postal police.

Why were the Postal Police in charge of a murder case?

Well at first it was simply a scene of two lost cell phones.

The victim's mobile phones were found blocks away in a garden.

Turned in to the Postal Police, who traced them to this address.

We were told it belonged to Filomena Romanelli.

Romanelli who?

One of the Italian roommates.

She ID'd the phones as belonging to the victim.

That's when Inspector Alessi broke down her door.

Actually, the red-haired kid did.

You let a civilian break down the door?!

The whole world is watching us and you fuck up like that?!

I thought the front door was found open.

Sorry about Laurel and Hardy. Let me explain...

Conti, why did you say anything?

Mr. Prosecutor.

The pretty American girl...

And her boyfriend, with the glasses...

When I arrived they were surprised to see me,

though they claimed to have called the police.

Thank you.

The American roommate.

She's very "helpful," that one.

Offering unsolicited information in crude American spasms.

Information that so far does not add up.

Why haven't they been taken to the Questura yet?

They weren't done making out.

Valentina.

What? You're just like my father with that face. "Valentina."

You all right, dear?

Tough day.

The scene inside... the state of the girl...

As Head of Homicide, surely you've seen...

No.

Not like this.

There are blood stains over here.

Is this the rock that broke the window?

Mm-hmm.

Quite a boulder to carry while climbing such a sheer wall.

No shoe prints or scuff marks on the exterior of the house either.

That Gucci tote? Resale 800 Euro.

Valuable items left behind.

No forced entry at the door.

An impossible climb to this window.

This break-in has been staged.

A bloody shoe print.

Mm-hmm.

And a bloody foot print.

The American girl took a shower after seeing this blood?

What she said.

What's that under the sink?

That pink thing.

What's that?

A bunny?

A vibrator.

Due to the sexual nature of the homicide, we're looking for a male suspect.

Lift the quilt.

Giuliano.

Giuliano.

Huh?

They found something else.

Four boys live down here, including Meredith's boyfriend, Giacomo Silenzi.

The door is locked.

More blood here.

Another victim could be inside.

Do we need a locksmith?

No, no.

Blood on the sofa

Blood drops everywhere.

Ah!

What are we seeing here people?

A second fucking crime scene.

I've often been accused of not playing to my audience.

That's nothing compared to the perils

of not knowing you have an audience at all.

Amanda, you there?

Do you hear that? That... that clicking?

Hi, Mom. Yeah. You heard that, too?

I thought it was just my broken brain.

- God, you sound terrible. - Wait, why are you up?

Isn't it the middle of the night there?

Yeah, I can't sleep

thinking about what you've been through.

Uh, M-Mom, I'm back at the Questura now,

- so I should... I should go, okay? - What, again?

Amanda, have you called the U.S. embassy for legal help?

Um, no. Why would I need any?

What's she asking?

If I need a lawyer...

Did you speak to Aunt Dolly? She understands how things

work over there. She insists that you call.

Mom, I asked them. I asked the cops

if I could go to Germany to see her, and they were like,

no, we have to wait three days to talk to the Pubblico Ministero.

What? Who even is that?

I have no idea. I think the mayor?

Well, I really think I should come there

to make sure you're protected.

It's okay, Mom. Raffaele is taking care of me.

Mm.

I love you. I gotta go, okay?

Watch what you touch.

Jesus Christ. What the fuck...

Guys what happened here?

Giacomo, it's obvious.

Someone smashed the glass to break in.

Yeah, she did. Jackie Chan.

- They're here to collect their things? - Yes.

We... Look, we didn't have anything to do with this.

We were all away in Marche.

- Yeah, with family for the... - Yes we know, your alibis check out.

Get your stuff, but don't touch anything marked as evidence.

I... I'm... I'm so sorry. What... What exactly am I looking for?

Uh, did any of these men hang out downstairs with the boys?

I... I don't know who he is.

Or him. I can't...

What about them?

What about these ones?

Was Meredith scared of them?

Was Meredith scared of these men?

How am I supposed to know if she was scared of 'em

if I can't even see them? I can't even...

She can't see them.

Look, I'm... I'm sorry.

I... I literally have not slept.

She's sorry she hasn't been sleeping.

I was here 14 hours yesterday.

She was here 14 hours yesterday, and many hours today.

And already many hours today.

Why are you asking me these things?

She wants to know why you're asking her these things.

Why?

Here's why. Blood in the boys' apartment.

God.

Is that Meredith's blood?

This was not here when I left.

No, it was not.

And I was the last to leave.

- Are you sure you locked the door? - Yes I am.

Positive.

Giacomo. I'm confused.

If you were out of town at the time of the crime...

They were not in Perugia, right, Chief?

Right.

Someone had to have entered this flat with a key.

Who else has one?

No one. Maybe the landlady?

We checked her alibi. Wasn't her.

And what about the indoor garden?

My wife has one too. She grows tomatoes though.

Do you sell weed?

No, I swear we don't sell it! It's just...

for recreation. Just a little to relax.

Did the girls upstairs smoke too?

Well I know Meredith and Amanda would come down, have a puff...

Amanda smoked?

No.

Mr. Silenzi?

I'm sorry. I totally forgot, with everything that happened...

I gave my keys to Meredith. To feed the cat while we were away.

So, you know the apartment well? You have the keys to come and go?

What, keys to their apartment? No. No.

No. Never.

Did you know Meredith had another set?

Do you know if Meredith had a set?

To... No, no. Nobody had keys to each other's places.

No they didn't have keys to each other's places.

We just hung out sometimes.

We played guitar, we... ate food.

Smoke some pot?

- Did you smoke some pot? - Pot?

You cannot tell the cops we smoke pot.

No.

No, we... we did not smoke pot.

The girl is a fucking liar.

She looked me in the eye and said she doesn't smoke pot.

- Huh. - That her roommates don't smoke pot...

and that the boys, the ones with a marijuana farm... they don't smoke pot.

Ms. Kercher's house keys. Did we ever find them?

No.

Nor her missing wallet.

So...

The only person who had access to both the downstairs and upstairs apartments

was Meredith.

Or perhaps the killer who took her keys.

- And Amanda. - Or Amanda.

Or Amanda.

Maybe she came home, found Meredith's keys,

and is covering for the man who did it...?

Why was there blood in the downstairs apartment?

Excuse me, what are we waiting for?

For some forensics to come in.

Thank you...

Here's a theory. Meredith goes down to feed the cat.

Male suspect goes in behind her.

They have a confrontation with a knife, she gets cut. Blood on blanket.

Then he takes her, locks the door, and moves the murder scene upstairs?

No.

Plus the direction of the bloody shoe print tells us

the suspect came downstairs after the crime.

It just doesn't make sense.

What does make sense to me?

Amanda.

She knew Meredith was feeding the cat.

And she knew she had the keys.

Huh.

Okay.

Meredith is murdered.

A break-in is staged.

So that it looks like a random attacker.

But a random attacker would never know the keys worked downstairs.

Ergo...

The attacker is not random.

And this is not a murder a girl could do alone.

If Amanda ...then with who?

Raffaele Sollecito.

He's arrogant. But her lapdog.

Bringing her food, chauffeuring her back and forth.

So, Sollecito is Knox's alibi, and Knox is his?

We have new evidence.

The hair found on Meredith's floor belongs to a black man.

Okay.

We're now officially looking for a non-EU man.

No, look, I have nothing to do with this.

- I was... - Yes. We believe you, Riccardo.

You're not a suspect.

It's Perugia. There's not like a ton of Black people here.

Non-EU? As in foreign?

You mean Black.

Actually, there was an African guy who played basketball with us.

Yeah, one night, he hung out at our place after a ball game.

He got really wasted.

Left shit in the toilet.

Name, what's his name?

We never got his real name. He goes by...

"The Baron."

The Baron?

No, I've never heard of him.

-But again, I... I don't know -She never heard of The Baron.

Every guy that Meredith knew.

She doesn't know every man Meredith knew.

So Meredith never mentioned an African guy...

Meredith never mentioned an African man...

who played basketball with Giacomo?

- She never met him? - She never met him?

Uh, she might have. Yeah, she...

Maybe.

I... I don't know.

She walked by those

basketball courts every day, so...

She walked by those basketball courts every day.

So do I, to go to school and...

So does Amanda. To go to school...

to work.

Shit, what... what day is it? I'm supposed to go to work. Fuck.

She says she needs to go to work.

Yes, sure, you can go. You can go.

Thank you. Grazie. Thank you.

What's on her neck?

A scuffle wound?

Amanda, please stay close.

Stay close.

Okay.

A defensive wound from Meredith?

Geez!

Patrick!

- Oh, Amanda. - Ciao.

- Poor Meredith. - I know.

I know.

She was just here a couple weeks ago.

She wanted me to teach her how to make a Negroni.

Mm.

I told her I would do that... but then I got busy.

Jesus.

Look at yourself.

You're wrecked.

Si.

I'm the one who found her.

You did?

Shit.

Um...

Huh, Patrick...

I came to see you because I...

I need to quit the job.

The... the bar, Patrick.

I'm sorry.

I get too scared to working at night.

Don't worry, it's okay.

You're a terrible waitress anyway.

Ha, ha.

Are you coming to Meredith's vigil?

No, Raffaele can't come.

And the killer is still around.

I can't be alone in the night, in the crowds.

My wife is jumpy too.

- Grazie. - I'll come see you

at a different time, yes?

Yes, I demand it.

Thank you.

Guys, do you know anyone who goes by the nickname "The Baron"?

- Um, no. - No.

Guys...

Just a second of your time. Do you know an African man called "The Baron"?

Excuse me...

Have you seen an African man?

He was here the night of November 1st.

He might have had a cut on his hand. A wound.

No.

All right thank you. Enjoy the game.

Hello?

Sorry to call you at home.

I'm looking at Knox and Sollecito's cell phone records...

What time was Meredith killed? Because I think this is big.

Knox and Sollecito's phones were both turned off the night of the murder.

Should we bring them into the station?

Dr. Mignini?

No.

Bring the girl back to walk the scene tomorrow.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait, what are we... what are we doing?

Why we here?

We just need you to look at a few things.

No, no, I don't... I... Please, please, I don't...

Please, I'm so tired.

I can't. I don't... I don't wanna go in there.

You're tired?! We're all tired.

Don't you have a conscience?!

Jesus Christ.

I'm sorry ma'am.

I'm sorry.

Here.

You must wear them.

Oh.

What's the plan?

Now we let her in, and we'll see.

Ta-da!

Uh, what... What do you want me to do?

Open the drawer with the knives.

Open the knives drawer.

The third drawer.

- Okay. - The third one.

Is anything missing?

Is anything missing?

Uh...

Amanda?

Oh, God.

Amanda, you okay?

Have a seat, come on. Come with me, please.

Just... just sit here. Yes.

Good. Okay.

Do... Do you need a doctor, Amanda?

I don't know. I don't know.

Oh, God!

Today was really bad.

She... she went back to the house...

you know, very emotional.

Here she is.

Uh, your phone rings and rings.

It's your mom, she's coming.

- What? Mom? - Yeah.

It's gonna take me three planes

and four trains, but there is no talking me out of this.

Deanna, can you give me a hand, please?

She's crazy to stay there.

- That's helpful. - You're crazy to stay there!

Okay, I'm leaving for the airport now.

- Chris! - Right here, babe.

Oh. Okay, and I will call you

- when I get there, okay? - Okay, okay. Yeah.

I'll meet you at the Perugia train station.

Just let me know.

- Amanda, you there? - Mom?

Are you...

Are you there, Amanda?

Sorry, it's that weird clicking sound again.

Oh.

'Sup, dummy?

- Hi, Chris. - Okay, and we will

get a nice hotel room.

No, no, no. Mom, don't spend the money, that's crazy.

Well, sweetheart, your apartment's a crime scene.

Not sharing Raffaele's bed with the two of you, okay?

Well, I'm currently wearing his boxers, so a lot...

A lot of lines have been crossed.

Hey, Mom, thank you for not listening to me

- when I said you shouldn't come. - Well...

Look, I will see you in 24 hours, okay?

Okay. I love you, Mommy.

- Ciao. - I love you too.

Stop!

Yes?

The mother's on her way.

When she lands, that means lawyers.

We just settled in for the night.

Fine.

What?

The police want me to come in.

What, right now?

Ridiculous.

So, you're leaving me alone?

They know everything I know. So I'm sure I won't be long.

Hold on. I'm... I'm coming with you.

- You sure? - Yes.

Don't you prefer to work at a desk?

No.

No?

No, I love these chairs.

Hard and plastic and...

A pain to my back.

Yeah, I can imagine.

You should know, you've spent...

many hours in them.

Yoga.

Helps.

Yeah, I bet.

Um...

Show me...

Show me some moves.

No.

Yes!

- Right now? - Right now.

Okay.

Tree.

Yeah, I know that, nice.

Nice.

Toesies.

You weren't at home when the killer came in, right?

That was...

Lucky for you.

Si?

Wow, you are flexible!

Stop that! This is a police station! What are you doing?

- We were chatting about the case. - Sorry.

Then we should put it on record no?

Follow me!

Si.

Wait, wait? More questions? Seriously?

Si.

Shit.

Can I put...

You lied to me, young lady.

I know about the pot.

Fuck.

You smoke pot? At home?

I'm sorry.

I didn't want to get anyone...

Get anyone in trouble.

Tell me all your movements on the night Meredith was killed.

- My... - What you did...

The night of November 1st.

And this time...

be precise.

Yeah, okay. Si, uh, yeah.

Uh... well...

I was at flat of Raffaele

We...

having dinner

seeing Amélie

yes, smoking the joint

Making love, we to showering...

uhm, how do you say...

There's a pipe that burst under the sink.

In what order? Exactly.

For each move I want times.

Times?

Oh.

Uh...

I don't know if I know.

How could you not know?

If you're telling the truth, you must know.

I am telling truth.

We smoke the pot so things...

A little hazy, and...

he does not have clocks.

No clocks?

So how do you know when to leave for class or for your job?

You go by the position of the sun?

- What? I don't understand. - Amanda...

This is what we're going to do.

All right. Close your eyes.

Hmm? Close your eyes. Focus.

And tell us everything that happened that night.

The best that you can.

Um, times, times, times.

Um...

We back in Raffaele house at...

five, five-thirty.

Five or five-thirty? Which is it?

Fi-five-thirty.

We... we watched Amélie...

on computer.

At 8:30 I remember "Oh I have work"

Sorry, sorry.

Is Amélie a three hour film?

What?

No, it's not. It's 2 hours and 2 minutes long exactly. So...

you're leaving out something that you did between 5:30 and 8:30pm.

Sor... Yes. Sorry.

This hard in Italian.

At 5:30 we saw film.

We turned off film and smoked joi...

No, we finished film, then smoked joint, then we cook dinner.

How long?

How long did it take you to cook dinner?

Fish, so 10 minutes?

What time did you eat?

I don't know, I think late.

Before having sex or after?

We did sex...

more than once.

And when exactly...

did you turn your cell phone off, Amanda?

Records show it was turned off right

around the time Meredith was murdered.

Uh...

Can I...? Answer... It's my mother

I don't think so.

Tell me about the last time you saw Meredith.

No no, keep going, keep going. Keep going, keep going!

Um, yeah. Sorry. It... it was... it was Thursday, the...

The day after Halloween.

She had slept late because...

Why isn't she speaking Italian?

Speak Italian!

Sorry, sorry.

Um...

Tell me again about the last time you saw Meredith.

Okay.

Agent Ferrari!

Here's the translator.

Oh, thank God!

Can you ask her why her cell phone was off...

right when her friend Meredith was being killed two blocks away?

Your phone records, uh, show that, uh, your mobile

was turned off while Meredith was murdered.

Do... sorry, do... do I need a... a lawyer right now?

Amanda.

Do you often turn your cell phone off?

Do you often turn off your phone?

I mean, yeah, when I'm trying to save battery,

or if I wanna be left alone, yes.

And that time, was it to save battery or to be left alone?

And that time, was it to left alone, or to save battery?

It can't be both.

No, I... I turned it off be... Okay.

I... I turned my phone off because my boss had texted me

saying that I didn't have to come to work.

And I was very happy

because I was so tired

and I wanted to stay home with my boyfriend.

So, I... I turned it off,

because if my boss changed his mind, I didn't want him to be able to reach me.

I'm not a very good employee.

She's not a very good employee...

What I don't get is, why did Raffaele also turn his phone off?

Why did Raffaele also turn off his phone?

His dad calls him every night, and we... we wanted to be left alone.

They wanted to be left alone.

Um...

She's got an answer for everything.

I... I have my period.

Can I, um, use the bathroom, please?

She's on her period and would like to go to the bathroom.

Just quickly. Please.

Who does she think she is?!

Give me your cell phone.

I got this.

Miss Knox.

We have hard evidence that you were at your house the night of the murder.

Uh...

They have hard evidence that you were at your house

- the night of the murder. - What... what do you mean?

What evidence? You have evidence that I was home?

Who's this Patrick in her phone?

Who's this Patrick on your phone?

Patrick is my boss from Le Chic.

Patrick Lumumba, Congolese.

You're a fucking liar.

You met him the night of November 1st!

You met the night of November 1st?

No, no, I didn't. I... I swear, no.

Then what is this text you sent to him?

- What's this text you sent to him? - Come, read it out loud.

Yeah. Um...

"See you later, have a good evening."

Ah!

That's it! They had plans!

- So, you had plans to meet him? - No. What... what is happening?

No, I... I said, "Okay, see you later. Have a good evening."

She said "See you later, have a good evening."

"See you later." That's plans.

"See you later." That's plans.

No, it's... fuck, please, please understand.

In English, "See you later" is very casual.

It's like ciao or bye-bye.

It's not... it's not plans. It's nothing.

Pl... Please help me.

Please help her understand it's not plans.

Then where's Patrick's text?

So, where's Patrick text to you?

The one where he tells you not to go to work?

I... I must have erased it.

I... I erase a lot of texts. They take up my data.

But... but he said, "Don't come in." And I said, "Okay. See you later."

But he said "Don't come to work" and she replied "See you later."

Raffaele said you weren't at his house. That you asked him to lie.

No more alibi.

What?

Raffaele said that you weren't at his house,

that you asked him to lie for you.

He's taken away your alibi.

What?

No.

Amanda.

Where did you go the night of Meredith's murder?

What did you do? Did you meet up with Patrick?

Where did you meet? What did you do?

Where did you meet? What did you do? What does he look like?

He's tall with... with braids.

Did he know Meredith?

Um, a little bit. She came into the bar, yeah.

- Did he like her? - Um, they got along, yeah.

Did he think Meredith was pretty?

Everyone thought Meredith was pretty. She was... she was really pretty.

When did you leave to meet up with him?

No, I... I didn't leave. I stayed in.

She says she stayed home.

That's not true.

This message says you two were going to meet up.

This message says that you were going to meet him.

No, no, no, it doesn't.

It doesn't... it doesn't say that. That's not...

"See you..."

"See you later."

"See you LATER"

Yes, but I... I didn't, I stayed in. I... I... I stayed home.

- You're a liar. - No, I'm not.

I... I never left Raffaele's apartment.

Even Raffaele said you left, then you texted Patrick

That you would meet up with him later.

Admit it, you can do it. Just admit it.

Where did you meet Patrick?

At your house?

I... I did not leave, I stayed in.

- Who are you protecting, Amanda? - Come on, Amanda!

Amanda, why do you keep lying? There's no need, really.

I'm not lying. I'm... I'm not lying.

Amanda, there's hard evidence placing you at the crime scene.

I'm not... I'm not lying.

Maybe you don't remember.

Yes, maybe you don't remember. It's possible.

It happened to me once.

I had a horrible car accident and it was traumatizing,

and then I woke up, and I didn't recall it.

Trauma does funny things to the mind.

Maybe that's why you can't remember times very well.

What's going on?

I told her sometimes with trauma we forget things. It's possible, no?

Exactly. So that's why maybe you saw something...

Maybe you saw something horrible,

horrible, something so bad your mind doesn't want to remember.

something so bad that your brain wants you to forget.

But we want you to remember.

But we'll need you to remember.

We need you to remember.

You left Raffaele's house.

I don't understand what the fuck is happening right now, I really don't!

Oh, I understood that one.

Fuck you too, Kuh-nox!

You met with Patrick.

- No, I didn't! No, I didn't! - Stop lying!!

Why are you hitting me?

You're a liar!

Remember!!

Why are you doing that?

Maybe you went through something yourself.

And you know that you did.

You left Raffaele's house.

He said so, and you know that you did.

You met with someone. Intentions were good...

You met up with someone, the intentions were good.

then things turned. Something happened!

Then everything changed. Something happened.

I... I don't remember leaving.

You do remember!

- Yes, you remember. - Um...

No, no, I... I stayed home with Raffaele.

No you didn't stay! You didn't stay at Raffaele's house.

You left! Where did you go?!

- Where did you go? To your house? - To your house? To the town square?

To the basketball court?

I... I don't remember!

Amanda, you must remember!

Is that where you met Patrick?

He had a thing for Meredith...

You brought him home.

they had sex and he killed her.

I don't... I don't remember that, no.

Amanda, you met a man.

Who did you meet, Amanda?

or we put you in jail for thirty years!

I... I don't remember!

- Is that where you met Patrick? - I don't remember!

No, I don't know!

- Stop lying!! - Stop protecting him!!

Protecting him. We know it was him! We know you two met!

- I don't... I... - You're lying!

It was Patrick.

Patrick, it was Patrick!

It was Patrick!

Fuck, It was about time.

Patrick Lumumba.

Hello Miss Knox.

I'm the Pubblico Ministero.

Okay.

I need to get clear.

He needs you to, uh, be clear.

Which...

Which room were you in, at the Via della Pergola house...

while Patrick killed Meredith?

Where were you in the house

while Patrick killed Meredith?

Um...

Well, I'm not... I'm not sure that he did.

She's not sure he did.

You said you were at the house, right?

You said you were at the house, right?

Yes. Yes, I did. But...

Were you in the bedroom while he killed her?

Were you in the bedroom...

No.

...while he, while he killed her?

No, no, no! No.

And where were you?

- Where were you? - I don't know, I don't know,

I don't know. I don't know what's going on.

Where were you?

I don't know! I don't know!

I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know.

Are you having a flashback of Meredith's murder?

Like yesterday, in the kitchen?

Are you having a flashback to Meredith's murder

like yesterday in the kitchen?

Are you covering your ears so you won't hear Meredith scream?

Can you hear that from the kitchen?

Can you hear her from the kitchen?

I don't hear anything, no.

How can you not hear her?

Ple... I'm begging you. Can I please answer this, it's my mom.

I can please respond?

Your phone has been seized as evidence.

Your phone is evidence now.

Come on.

Get some sleep.

Hey, it's Mom.

The connecting flight to Rome was canceled,

and they rerouted me through freakin' Zurich.

But I'm getting closer.

I can't wait to see you. Amanda, honey,

why are you not picking up your phone?

- Mm. - You're crazy.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, no. Are you actually okay?

Ow, fuck! Hold this.

No!

- Oh, fuck, yes! - What?

- Oh, my God. - What, are you...

I don't have to work tonight!

- Oh! - God.

This sounds very cool.

Oh, thank God.

My phone is off.

- Mine off too. - Yours is off?

Yes. Me and you.

No, no, no. Please, wait, excuse me!

Can somebody let me out? Somebody. I need to talk to somebody.

No, no, no. No, no, please, I made a mistake.

Inspector!!

I remember!

I remember, I remember.

- What? - I remember now.

Words that said... Mistake.

What said of Patrick, wrong!

It was wrong!

You already signed the statement

No I know, but I...

I made a mistake. I was confused.

I was really confused, but I'm not anymore.

Please, I'm just... I'm just trying to be helpful.

Can you... can you get the mayor back here?

The Pubblico Ministero! I need change statement!

Look, he already went home. He went home.

He went home already?

Mm-hmm.

Oh no.

Um...

Pen and paper?

Can I have a pen and paper. Please?

I needed to set the story straight.

The story I supposedly told couldn't have been my story

because I didn't really tell it.

They told it to themselves, then fed it to me,

and starved for sanity, I took it as my own.

As I retracted my statements,

finally putting my name on something resembling the truth...

the police proclaimed victory based on a fiction.

Good evening.

The investigation is substantially closed with three arrest warrants.

Issued for a Zairean citizen...

Patrick Diya Lumumba;

Sir! Open up! Police!

An American student,

Amanda Marie Knox

And an Italian student...

Raffaele Sollecito.

Thank you.

We can't provide any further information...

Once they had my so-called confession,

but there was no forensic evidence of me,

Raffaele, or Patrick in the downstairs apartment,

the police maintained that all the blood found there

came from the cat.

And the notion of a second crime scene was completely abandoned...

along with any hope it might yield further proof of my innocence.

It's Amanda. Please leave a message.

- Buona giornata. - Hey, Amanda, it's Mom.

I made it to Italy, baby. Why aren't you picking up your phone?

S-S-Sorry. Oh. Sorry. Sorry.

W-What's he... what's he saying?

- What is he... - No, sorry.

English?

Whoa. What's... what's happening? English?

- Does anyone speak Eng... English? - Yes.

The American girl killed the British one.

She... No. No.

- No. - Yes.

She confessed.

What?

No.