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Previously, on
"Dirty John: The Betty Broderick Story"...

The only thing an attorney
ever did for me was lose.

Will you at least let me
help you try not to lose?

Could you have come across
Betty's China?

If you give the China back,

it could be
a little olive branch.

Or I could break it.

I mean,
that's what she would do.

I find that Mr. Broderick
will retain sole custody.

Mrs. Broderick is awarded
formal visitation rights

on alternating holidays
and weekends.

I don't want to see you
or the whore

or the slums where you live

or any
of your bullshit anymore.

I close my eyes,
and I see you and the whore

doing all your
wonderful things.

You made my life a nightmare.

You're gonna be real sorry.

California civil jury
instruction number 1707.

"An opinion may be considered
a statement of fact

if said opinion
suggests that facts exist."

Now, in deciding this issue,
you should consider whether

the average listener
would conclude,

from the language
of a statement and its context,

that the person was making
a statement of fact.

Here's a statement of fact.

Very few people
understand what I just said,

including myself.

Well, also, really,
how many wine tastings

are you gonna want to do?
True.

Yeah, and you can't count
on the weather.

Yeah.

So then what does that leave?

Just Mexico, right?

Cabo or Acapulco.

- Cabo.
- Cabo.

Where's Betty think
we should go?

Nancy.

- You should ask her.
- She might tell you.

Can you imagine

the message she would leave
if you did that?

Wait,
she went to jail for it,

but she's still
leaving you messages?

What happens
when two people

perceive the same thing
differently?

If your perception
of a given event

doesn't line up with mine,

whose perception
of that event is true?

Now, we're not talking
about people who are

clinically
mentally compromised.

Those individuals need medical
and psychological treatment,

not legal counsel.

"Is anybody home?

"Who was that
who picked up earlier?

"Maybe it was the whore.

"She's supposed to answer
the phone at the office

"and spread her legs
at the house.

Why can't she
get that straight?"

Oh!

Whether they've been
injured or sued

or charged with a crime,

your clients' interest
must be your ultimate concern.

And their perception of reality
is the one that matters.

So, as their lawyer,
you need to uncover facts

that support that perception,

because your client's
perception is their truth.

And serving them means
doing your utmost to show

that their truth
represents the ultimate truth.

"She has ruined six lives,
and hers was never anything

that counted to anyone anyway,
so..."

Oh, my God.

"She had nothing to lose...
Has nothing to lose.

Once a whore,
always a whore."

How have you dealt with this?

She's a witch.

- It's unbelievable.
- An evil witch.

She needs to go back to jail.

♪ Goin' to the chapel

♪ And I'm gonna get married

♪ Goin' to the chapel
of love ♪

Cabo.

- Cabo.
- It's gotta be Cabo.

There are those who consider
truth to be universal.

Those people
are not trial lawyers.

Or... scratch that.

Those people are not
successful trial lawyers.

Successful trial lawyers are
absolutely seekers of truth.

They are seekers of it,
but more important than that,

they are the ones
who define what truth is.

The humiliations
I put up with,

the stories
I heard about myself.

No Christmas,
no birthdays with my kids.

Everything I suffered,
everything I didn't react to,

I didn't stand up for,
I didn't fight for.

You know Alice
"Through the Looking-Glass"?

You know that dark tunnel
she fell down?

That's you.

*DIRTY JOHN*
Season 02 Episode 07

Episode Title:
"The Shillelagh"

- In the backyard where?
- At that house?

- Yeah.
- How many people?

- More than 100?
- I think so.

- What's she wearing?
- Is she wearing white?

Yes.

What's he wearing?

Um, a gray suit

that's, like,
long in the back,

with a gray vest.

A morning coat?

Morning dress?

It's exactly what he was
supposed to wear

to our wedding,
but he refused.

He said he didn't
want to wear rented clothes.

My mother was humiliated.

Where's the honeymoon?

Like, Caribbean somewhere.

Getting married in April,

in morning dress,
taking her to the Caribbean.

Is there anything
about this that Dan Broderick

didn't already do with me,
or refuse to do?

You guys got married
in a church.

Jesus.

He didn't think
I wouldn't find out?

About the clothes and the...

He knew I would.
He could pick any month,

any clothes, any place.

- Why those?
- Okay, Mom, I have to go.

Bye.

- Throw to second is high.
- And it's caught.

Out by a mile.

- Mom.
- Hey, shake it off.

Next in the lineup
is Kirk Gibson.

- Ooh, Kirk Gibson.
- Kirk Gibson is up.

He plays for the Dodgers,
right?

- Yeah, yeah.
- He's really good.

- Two outs.
- Here we go.

To deep center field,
and no one is there!

- Oh, come on, this is stupid.
- And the third baseman scores!

- Whoo-hoo!
- I hate this.

- Hey, no, no!
- Don't move.

Stand back.

I have to show
you guys something,

but you have to promise
you'll never, ever touch it.

I love how I have to
get you back by 4:00

just to get leave you
with a housekeeper.

Anthony Broderick.

- Thanks.
- What did it look like, again?

Okay, it's a blue dress

with slippery fabric
and a belt.

- Okay.
- And if it's not

in Tracy's room, that means
she took it to Colorado.

Okay.

- Hey, Gladys.
- Hi, boys.

Did you have a nice time?

Found it.

- Thank you, honey.
- Mm-hmm.

- I love you.
- Love you.

Okay.

This was the only place
that had enough tables

to rent that weekend.

And suddenly,
now they don't?

Well, they have the number
of tables that we need,

but for six and not for eight.

Just rejigger everyone
into tables of six.

- Yeah.
- What?

We just throw the place cards
up in the air,

and wherever they fall,
divide by six.

I'll throw you
up in there air.

They are your friends
and colleagues.

Let me show you how
it has been carefully sorted

into groups of eight
that can't just be rejiggered.

- Can we order pizza?
- Uh, you know what?

I think Linda has plans
for the evening for dinner.

- What?
- I don't know.

- We should ask her.
- Um, it's not there.

Have you seen it?

- Not where?
- Seen what?

The invite list, the list.

It was next to the phone.
I was talking to Amelia.

- I haven't seen it.
- You sure you left it there?

Maybe it got moved when

the downstairs
was being vacuumed.

She brought you home.

Did she come in the house?

She's not allowed to do that.
You are not allowed

to let her...
Linda.

What? It was probably like
Christmas when she saw it.

And what she's gonna do,
burn it?

Why don't you guys
go start your homework?

What do you want on your pizza?

- Same as...
- Large. Half meatball.

Good call.

Okay, don't worry about it.
She's not gonna burn it.

And if she has it...
Oh, she does.

She'd be thrilled about it,
okay?

She'd probably keep it
forever if we let her,

which we won't.

Why won't she
just leave us alone?

We'll get it back.

How?

- Hi, Mo and Joanna.
- It's Betty.

Just in case you were
planning on going to Dan's

stupid shitty wedding
to his office girl,

I just felt like you should
know you're not invited.

Anyway, I hope you're well.
Bye!

Where's Anthony?

Bathtub, still.

Hey. Linda's really sorry.

It's hard
putting together a wedding.

A bride needs everything
to be perfect.

If something goes wrong,
she ends up yelling at people,

even if it's not their fault.

Can I tell you something?

About weddings?

Mom has a gun.

Yeah?

It's in her room.

She told us
never to touch it,

but she also told us
that she'd take us to shoot it

so we know why
never to touch it.

Is it okay that she has it?

Well, she's not
keeping it a secret.

She wanted you to tell me.

That's why she
showed it to you guys.

She wants me to know.

She said that she needs it.

'Cause she's living alone now,
and she's scared.

- Mardi Gras.
- Since Easter's in March.

- I love it.
- Oh, phone's for you.

Don't worry,
not your kids' school.

Okay.

This is Betty.

Hello?

Hello?

Nobody's there.

Oh, is Mrs. Broderick here?

- Uh, no.
- She isn't.

She's supposed to be
meeting with you?

She leaves the door unlocked
when she's at work.

- Are you her daughter?
- No, I'm her friend.

I was just
picking something up.

I really have to run.

- Smells nice in here.
- Lemony.

There's messages
on the machine.

Oh, I found the earring.

I put it in the dish
on your night table.

Also,
a girl was here when I came.

Which one?

Tracy's the brunette
and Jen's the blonde.

Young blonde,
but one of their friends maybe.

She said friend.
She came to pick something up.

What?
What did she pick up?

The notebook, my notebook
that's always right here...

- Did you move it?
- No.

- Where is it?
- It's always right here.

I don't...

You won't even look at it?

What's in it
doesn't matter.

What matters is that you
went into her house to get it.

You broke into
and entered her house.

The door was unlocked.

Fine, the door was unlocked,
so you trespassed.

You trespassed
and stole her property.

Like she has done to us
so many times.

- Exactly.
- That's what she does,

not what we do.
We do not do that.

- "I have nowhere to turn.
- I am desperate.

"If this is the way
domestic disputes

"are settled in the courts,

is there any wonder
there are so many murders?"

Just put it back
where you found it.

What? How?

- I don't care.
- Just do it.

What if I'd been scheduled
to work this afternoon?

What if I hadn't listened
to the machine?

A 4:00 hearing?
That leaves three hours

to get here, to get you here,
or otherwise what?

I go back to jail?

Did you?

Did I what?

Did you take it, Betty?

The list.
Their wedding list.

Why would I want...

I don't even know
what they're talking about.

Well, obviously,
they say you do.

And if the judge
sides with them,

he's going to sanction you.

Counsel.

Your Honor,
this accusation is baseless.

My client says she does not
have the property in question.

This latest offense
is completely in line

with a well-documented pattern
of behavior, Your Honor.

I know.

Here's what's gonna happen.

As requested,
I am ordering Mr. Broderick

to withhold financial
support of Mrs. Broderick

until she either produces
the list in question

or puts forth
a plausible explanation

as to where it might be.

Ms. Anstead, prepare the order,
and I'll sign it.

Thank you.

Please, Betty.

What is going on?

Skin a mess.
Nails bitten to blood.

Weight never higher.

So unhappy, so lonesome.

Can't fit into any
of my nice clothes.

I am madder than hell
at lying, cheating,

scumbag Broderick.

I have every right to be.

It would be crazy
if I weren't.

I am a very up...

Forgiving,
friendly person.

- Oh!
- I try not to dwell on

disappointment.

I try not to dwell
on the past.

I try not to dwell

on the past.

It's not hard to imagine

that she would want to cause
trouble on the day.

Or before when everything
is being delivered and set up.

She knows that
if she ruins any of this

that we'll have to cancel.

We could go down Saturday
and come back Monday.

- I don't know, Karen.
- I don't think so.

- Okay, all right.
- Well, then what is something

we could do for the day?
Like a nice drive?

But she hasn't specifically
told anyone about

how she might be planning
to disrupt the ceremony?

Not specifically.

Just that a lot of people
have told us

that she's joked
about shooting us.

I was thinking
about buying a watch.

A really gorgeous,
diamond bezel thing.

And having it engraved.

Engraved with what?

The date.

April 22, 1989.

And she owns a firearm,
you said?

We've heard that she does,
yeah.

And wh-who would it be for?

For me, Karen.

It would be for me.

Well, I tell you what.

I'll come over Sunday
at, like, 8:00, 8:30.

We'll talk about that.
I'll see you Sunday.

See you Sunday.

- What about a security system?
- Have you given any thought...

Yeah, we thought about it.

You have a photo of your
ex-wife you can lend us, sir?

She's about yea high,
dark blonde, blue eyes,

nothing a guy... or guys
like you couldn't handle.

Just keep your eyes peeled
for a woman by herself

who looks like
she doesn't belong.

She doesn't
want to leave town,

and she wants to buy a watch

and engrave it
with Dan's wedding date.

Ugh... all right.

Which one do you want?

- Are they both the same?
- They're different colors.

Okay,
so if you beep me 911,

that means
you don't know where she is.

Oh, we're doing this now?

Okay, fine, but I think we need
an intermediate number,

a "don't panic, but" number,
a "heads up" number.

Which would be?

- I don't know.
- Maybe 666.

And then 911 would be
the "I can't find her,

"we don't know where she is,
maybe tell Dan

she might be on her way
over there now" number.

Who offers
to host a bachelor party

when they're allergic
to cigars?

- Mmm.
- Who?

Look at us,
standing in his backyard

like goddamn derelicts.

Pretty nice back here.

Really is.

Nice little pond over there
and everything.

Mm.

So there's gonna be
security at your wedding?

Just a couple of guys parked
in a car through the weekend.

If I didn't tell you about it,
you'd never notice.

They gonna be armed?

I've heard Betty's been
randomly talking to people

about how she was an intramural
sharpshooter at college.

- Or something.
- I don't know.

- That's what Betty does.
- She talks.

And drives trucks
into your house.

Walt Mills said
he's not even coming.

That if Betts has a hit list,
he's on it.

- Just stop.
- Everybody stop.

The only thing Betty
cares about is money.

That's the only thing
she has ever cared about.

Without me,
there isn't any.

She's not gonna kill
the golden goose, Richard.

She just isn't.

Well, there's more to you

than money, Danny boy.

Is there?

- Probably.
- I mean...

I assume.

Wow.

How many buttons?

A lot.

- And all Irish lace.
- Mm.

How much do I love
your mom's hat?

Me, too.

She beautiful?

She is.

I see where you get it.

Do you feel sorry for me?

No, I don't.

You can do anything you want,
Betty.

And now you're gonna have to.

But I know you can.

It's a mixtape.

That you made?

Uh, don't patronize me.

I know,
but... you made a mixtape?

- Of songs that I like.
- Now can I just please dance?

All right, fine,
but if you're dancing,

I am dancing.

♪ Says she loves me,
yes, yes, she does ♪

♪ Gonna show me tonight,
yeah ♪

♪ Hey, she got the way
to move me, Cherry ♪

♪ She got the way
to groove me ♪

♪ She got the way
to groove me ♪

♪ She got the way
to groove me ♪

♪ All right

♪ Whee ha

♪ Tell your mama, girl,
I can't stay long ♪

♪ We got a thing
we gotta catch up on ♪

♪ Mmm, oh you know
what I'm sayin'... ♪

Born breech,
like the girls.

7 pounds.

He lived for four days.

What was his name?

I thought about how the girls
were so young,

they wouldn't even miss me,
and...

Dan didn't seem to care whether
I was around or I wasn't.

But then there started
to be California.

The idea of California.

Warm.

Different.

Better.

And I didn't really
want to die.

It's hard to kill hope
in people.

Especially when they're young.

I know this day was hard.

But it's over now.

You never have to
go through it again.

Hi, we're back,
all tanned and rested.

Please leave us a message.

Hi, we're back,
all tanned and rested.

Please leave us a message.

The letter on the court order
states girlfriend.

Get the girlfriend
off the machine.

Now I'm your wife.

You know what you're doing.

You are bright
and rational and stubborn.

A strong-willed person.

A loving person
who exhibits immaturity

and poor judgment
under tremendous pressure.

The state of your home,
your lifestyle,

these things that you
say are hindering you...

From my perspective
as your therapist,

none of that is important.

Your children live
in a luxurious lifestyle,

and they are in crisis.

Help them and yourself.

I urge you, Betty,
get them home.

Everything I can afford is
either a condo or an apartment.

I saw one condo
that could be okay.

How many bedrooms
does it have?

Two, but yours would be
smaller than your one here.

You might have to...
think about bunk beds.

- Cool!
- Henry and Charlie

have bunk beds.

- Really?
- Yeah.

That makes me feel better.

All right, well, maybe
the next weekend you come,

we can go looking.

Well, not the next one.

Travel soccer
round robin is next one.

No, that's the 21st.

Dad takes us
to Indiana the 21st.

You know?
The football game.

Notre Dame and USC.

Who's "us"?

Well, us, Dad,

Tracy, and Linda.

And some of dad's friends

are coming,
and their families, right?

Thank you.

- Good game.
- Close game.

- Mm, maybe.
- But don't worry.

We'll still be
taking home the Shillelagh.

I actually met my husband
in South Bend.

'65.

Notre Dame to the Shillelagh
that weekend, too.

- '47.
- At the Coliseum.

So we're both
Notre Dame wives.

I'm not.

He left me for his secretary.

That's who's there with him.

With him and our kids
and our old friends.

In the place where we met
and fell in love.

Ugh.

I'm... is there... anything...

I just really wonder what
the other wives are thinking.

Seeing this young thing
adoring Dan.

And they're fortysomething,
too.

Maybe their husbands
will go off, and...

find some young chickie.

Then they'll be gone,
just like me.

- We finally saw it.
- You have to tell Rich.

- Oh, my God.
- Did Frank cry?

- Oh.
- No.

But when the catcher
takes his mask off

and it's
Kevin Costner's father,

he dropped his ticket stub
on the floor

and really, really
had to find it right away.

Did you tell her
we'd be here?

I haven't seen her
in months.

Yeah,
maybe she saw one of our cars.

Hiya.

I was driving by and suddenly,
I just knew

you were all in here.

So how are you, Betty?

I was fine,
which isn't saying much.

But, uh, then my lawyer
got a letter from the bastard

saying they're going
to the Greek Isles

with their friends,
and while they're gone,

they would like
for my sons to be left

with the housekeeper
during the week,

and then on weekends
with a friend of the whore.

So now I gotta go
beg a judge to let me

be my sons' mother
for two weeks

while their asshole father
isn't even in the country.

I mean, can you believe
this cruel, phony,

evil piece of shit?

I mean, of course you can,
but can you?

Hi, we're back,
all tanned and rested.

Please leave us a message.

"Dear Mr. Baxter,
I really wonder

"whether you are serious
about trying to work out

"a shared custody agreement.

"There are many fundamental
problems with your proposal.

"Unless you reorient yourself

"to the point
of these negotiations,

"that you initiated
I might add,

"I don't see any
reason to go into them.

I suggest you try again."

Enclosed please find
a verbatim transcript

of just a few of this week's

obscene answering machine
messages.

You should know that since
Judge Russell's final ruling,

your client has committed
at least 20 separate,

similar acts of contempt.

I am sure
that if we are forced

to seek the court's assistance

in enforcing the extant
restraining orders,

another jail sentence
will be imposed.

I find your client's actions
completely inconsistent

with the contentions
of her psychotherapist

that her emotional
disturbances

and mental disease
are improving.

The contrary
seems to be the case.

Well, what did he say?

He said it's too much

and it was
the first place I saw

and I should probably
have a roommate.

No. Take it.

I'll pay for it.

Mom, no.

Yes! The last place you lived
was like a jail cell.

Mm.

Thanks, Mom.

You're welcome.

Serves him right.

Letting Linda Kolkena
tell you to give up your seat

at a family function to her.

That's not what happened.

There were five people
and four chairs

and you were in a chair,
and she asked you to move.

- Okay...
- Is what you said.

- And your father just let her.
- Mom.

I'm not gonna tell you
anything anymore.

Serves you right.

Around every corner,

there is some gorgeous
tile staircase or cobblestones.

I knew that none
of my pictures would turn out

like the real thing,

but I couldn't stop
taking pictures.

- Oh!
- Mm.

Everything was so
beautiful.

I just wanted
to remember it all.

Well, I just want to talk
about where we're going next.

- Australia.
- Australia.

- Australia!
- Yeah.

- Wow!
- We don't have time

to plan a trip
like that this year,

or let alone go, but...

- Maybe next year.
- Maybe.

Maybe, right?

What... what is that?

Maybe what?

Uh...

- Should I...
- Uh...

- Maybe we...
- won't be free

to just pick up and go places,
is what.

And, um, why might that be?

Well, because, uh,
maybe

there'll be a new member
of the family at some point

that, uh,
we'll have to think about

when we're making travel plans,
Celeste... that's why.

- Maybe!
- Ah...

All right,
let's order some food.

Okay, look,
I'm gonna get the tournedos,

and then you get this...
What is it?

- The...
- The cassoulet.

- The cassoulet.
- And then we'll trade plates.

- Yummy.
- You guys are plate-traders.

Oh, I like us
to trade plates.

Only if...

I have a feeling
that this was

his last year trick
or treating.

I mean,
I think that he still had fun

but just the way
that he was talking about it.

I think this time next year
it's gonna suddenly be

beneath his dignity.

- Betty?
- Mm.

What'd the boys go as?

Uh, fireman and an Army man,
I think.

Dan had said
I could take them out,

but then they called,
and...

Said they weren't coming.

That's, uh...

I'm sorry.

Wasn't my first Halloween
without them.

But you're right.
It was probably the last one.

Is Linda pregnant?

How would I know that,
Betty?

Everyone knows
everything before me.

Here you go.

John's so jealous
we're getting bunk beds.

Did he get
his cast off finally?

Yeah. His arm
was so white underneath.

They're taking him
to Disneyland.

Who, his mom and dad?

Yeah. He asked me to go, too,
this weekend.

But I said I couldn't
'cause if I went,

I wouldn't get to see you.

I don't want to be
the reason you miss things.

Don't cry again, Mom.

- No, I know.
- I'm just tired.

Then you should
get some sleep.

There's a scene
in the "Superman" movie

where he flies
around the Earth real fast,

and he screams
this blood-curdling scream.

That's what I felt like.

Standing up and doing
a primal scream so loud

the whole world would wake up
and go, "What's that?"

It's Betty Broderick
going over the edge.

But, you know,
nice girls don't do that.

So I just
did the scream inside.

Hello?

Hello?

Slow down.
I can't understand you.

You did what?

Hello?

Was that you calling before?

I'm sorry I didn't pick up.
I'm just so tired, I...

What?

Who is this?

Who is this?
You're scaring me.

Betty?

What's the matter?

Can you stop crying?
I-I can't...

What happened?

The cops didn't know
anything about it.

They couldn't even
really understand...

Yeah,
I'm just gonna go over there.

Yeah. Just check.
See what's going on.

Some sort of prank.

Sh-she said
she doesn't know.

She said
it was completely dark,

and she said
that he was talking to her.

Hi, we're back,
all tanned and rested.

Please leave us a message.

- Betty Anne.
- Betty Anne.

Are you still there?

We still... I mean,

no matter what...

you went into Dan's house
and fired a gun.

And we don't know if he...

But I think regardless,
we need...

Turn yourself in.

Okay?
We need a lawyer.

To find a lawyer,
criminal lawyer.

Someone who'll come in
on a Sunday...

to help you through the...

with the police.

Hi.

Uh...

I'm Matt Carpenter.

Um...
we should probably get going.

It was just, um...

they're... they're both, um...

yeah, it was on the radio.

This is number four
on the arraignment calendar,

docket ending 646.

The People of the State
of California

versus
Elisabeth Anne Broderick.

Good morning, everyone.

Mrs. Broderick
is charged with two counts

of first-degree murder.

Mr. Carpenter,
how does your client plead?

We enter a plea
of not guilty, Your Honor,

and request a jury trial.

Your Honor, as to bail,

the defendant stole keys,
illegally entered,

and given the severity
of the charges...

Mr. Norris, no need.

Given the seriousness
of the charges,

the defendant is remanded.

Motions will be heard
on the 28th.