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(clock ticking)

(distant siren wailing)

Jean: What is it you wanted to talk about, Michael?

Baseball.

Jean: Baseball?

(ticking)

Don't worry about the time.

Why are we really sitting here, Michael?

(theme music playing)

♪

(ticking)

That's all I got to say.

(sighs)

(groans)

Jean, we're friends, right?

Hmm.

Please don't say anything to Sophie.

Just let her see it.

Of course.

(door opens)

(sloshing)

-(girl laughs) -Man: Yeah!

Come on. I got you.

I got you.

Oh, are you cold? Did you have fun?

Girl: (whispers) Can I take my floaties off?

Woman: Yes, we can take your floaties off.

(water sloshing)

Okay!

So, guys, Happy and Healthy

coming to you live from Durham, North Carolina.

As you can see...

I'm not on the Cabo diet today.

Beef sliders are not part of the regimen,

but I'm back home with my brother

on a very important family trip.

-No. -Clay.

-Clay-Man, say hi. -Get the fuck outta here.

Well, he has always been the shyer brother.

Anyways, thank you guys so much for checking in,

and I hope to be back soon with some good news.

How many people watch that?

Well, it's like a little over 100 every post.

But it's all about consistency and quantity.

I mean, that's how you build the following.

Do you think people are there because of Dad?

Yeah, I mean, absolutely.

There's people that are fans of the, the doc,

true crime fans.

I mean, even people that don't like Dad

are happy to see me doing well.

Well, you're doing great, man.

Thanks, Clay.

Margaret Ratliff: Are you reading Dad's book?

Martha Ratliff: Yeah.

My therapist recommended reading it years ago,

but I just started.

There's a lot to dissect in there, Margie.

I'm sure.

(phone chimes)

You have a match.

You want to see?

Can you check it?

Yeah.

She's cute.

Oh yeah?

Let me see.

Hm...

Why are you smiling?

I don't know, you just, you...

you never said anything to me.

You never asked.

Like, no one ever asked me.

I would have told you.

I just, I, I just...

figured you didn't want to talk about it.

That's the whole fucked-up thing about our family, Margie.

Like, nobody,

nobody ever really just talks about anything, ever.

Like, we haven't talked about

my trip, about Germany.

Yeah, we did. You said it was enlightening.

Okay. Yeah, but, like, don't you want to know why?

Jesus, Martha. Why does everything have

to be so serious?

It's my birthday tomorrow.

Can we just eat a bunch of candy and act like 15-year-olds

who've never had a hotel room to themselves? Please.

I know, I know. I just... I want to celebrate this moment.

Celebrate how?

(birds chirping)

Fuck.

(phone ringing)

-Hello. -Kathleen Peterson: Hey, Candy.

Oh, hey.

I know we haven't spoken since Thanksgiving.

It's, it's all been really... crazy.

(chuckles) Yeah. Same here.

Kathleen: Right. Um...

Anyway, I, I wanted to say...

thank you for hosting us.

Candace Zamperini: Of course, was happy to spend some time with Mike.

I hope everyone got enough to eat.

How's work? Is it any easier this week?

Well, no, they're sending me

on this last-minute trip to Toronto.

-Everything okay there? -Candace: It's fine.

You know, full steam ahead for Christmas.

I'm at the doctor now. Just...

-Kathleen: You okay? -Yeah, fine.

Just, you know, routine.

Can never be too careful.

Are you doing okay?

I was really worried after you left.

Hey...

what if I ditched the Toronto trip

and you leave Ash with Mark

and we get a flight to Turks and Caicos?

What are you talking about?

Yeah. Or Aruba.

I mean, we deserve it, right?

Are you joking?

Of course.

Candace: (chuckles) Yeah. That's funny.

Yeah.

Alright. Well, I got to get back to it.

Candace: Okay.

Kathleen: Love to Mark and Ash.

Yeah. Thanks for calling.

Bye.

(sighs)

(computer chimes)

(screeching)

(screeching continues)

(pop music playing on loudspeakers)

Kathleen?

♪ Tonight I really need

♪ To know

♪ Tell it to my heart

♪ Tell me I'm the only one ♪

♪ Is this really love...

Kathleen.

♪ Tell it to my heart

♪ I can feel my body rock

(Kathleen singing along) ♪ Every time you call my name ♪

♪ The passion's so complete

♪ It's never ending

♪ As long as I...

Oh my god!

You're home early.

Jesus.

Here, zip me up.

♪ Soul to soul

♪ Always feel you near

♪ So say the words

♪ I long to hear

♪ Tell it to my heart

♪ Tell me I'm the only one

♪ Is this really love or just a game? ♪

♪ Tell it to my heart I can feel my body rock ♪

♪ Every time you call my name ♪

♪

♪

♪ Love, love on the run

♪ Breaking us down

♪ Though we keep holding on ♪

(people chattering)

(soft jazz music playing)

Kathleen: Thank you.

Thank you very much.

-Hey! -Good to see you!

Both: Ohh.

-You're glowing. -Oh yeah?

You ever know, maybe I'm pregnant again.

-Oh god. -No, no.

You think the beef will be like shoe leather again this year?

Michael Peterson: Like shoe leather?

I'm pretty sure it was shoe leather.

We'll be too drunk at that point for it to matter.

Kathleen: Cheers. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

(glasses clinking)

(upbeat music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(urinating)

Ah. (winces)

(sighs)

(pills rattling)

Oh.

(disco music playing faintly)

(door opens)

(door closes)

I love your makeup.

Thank you.

Enjoy your Prince Charming.

Oh. Yeah.

-Merry Christmas. -Happy happy.

♪ Stars shining bright above you ♪

Excuse me.

♪ Night breezes seem

♪ To whisper I love you

♪ Birds singin' in the sycamore trees ♪

♪ Dream a little dream of me ♪

♪ Say nighty-night and kiss me ♪

♪ Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me ♪

♪ While I'm alone and blue as can be ♪

♪ Dream a little dream of me ♪

♪ Finally it has happened to me ♪

♪ Right in front of my face ♪

♪ And I just cannot hide it ♪

♪ Meeting Mr. Right, the man of my dreams ♪

♪ I'll be home

♪ For Christmas

(Kathleen laughing)

(song continues)

(gasps)

(heavy breathing)

(snoring)

(door clangs)

Corrections officer: Time to go, Peterson.

We're transferring you to County for the hearing.

Do I take everything now or do I come back?

How lucky do you feel?

(crowd murmuring)

♪

(camera shutters clicking)

(camera shutters clicking)

(whispering) That's the girlfriend.

Poor, stupid woman.

(camera shutters clicking)

Court clerk: All rise.

Oyez! Oyez! Oyez!

This honorable court for the County of Durham

is now open and sitting for the dispatch of its business.

The Honorable Judge Orlando Hudson presiding.

God save the state and this honorable court.

Please be seated.

Wonder where everyone is.

Candace: I guess they finally came to their senses.

You feeling okay?

Oh, sure.

No more second thoughts?

I'm here, aren't I?

Jesus.

Alright. Before we proceed,

does the district attorney want to call up anyone

to make a statement?

Yes, Your Honor.

Kathleen's family would like to be heard.

I'd like to call Candace Zamperini.

-Good morning. -Judge Hudson: Good morning.

I'm Candace Zamperini, one of Kathleen's sisters.

Not long after my sister's death,

I went for the first time

to meet with District Attorney Jim Hardin.

Inevitably, I didn't want to believe.

Obviously, I didn't want to believe

that my sister had been murdered.

I was sure this was an accident.

At that meeting, Jim Hardin asked

if I wanted to see the autopsy pictures

and some crime scene photos.

It was my Pandora's box.

All the evils of my sister's death

leaped into my eyes.

The horrors of my sister's beating were shown.

And because of you,

my sister has been gone

from this world for ten years.

Ten years ago today, she was murdered.

Her 35 cuts, bruises, wounds, contusions.

Yes, she was strangled.

And the seven death blows to the back of her head,

causing her to bleed slowly to death.

My sister has lied in her grave for 16 years.

Ten years

Lori and I have been without our sister

and ten years her daughter hasn't had her.

You took the life

of the one that provided for you...

and guided your children.

She loved you guys.

She loved you.

Kathleen was the best thing you ever had.

Michael Peterson was correctly charged,

and he is pleading guilty today.

The words "Alford plea," they're meaningless.

Alford schmal-ford. Means nothing. Guilt.

An innocent man doesn't plead guilty.

A guilty one does.

And that's why I'm asking you, Judge Hudson, today

to immediately dismiss this retrial hearing.

Please.

Please.

Do not give this killer a chance at freedom.

Thank you, Your Honor.

(exhales)

Your words are very moving, Mrs. Zamperini.

Your sister's memory is not lost on this court.

Come on. Come on.

The court, in its discretion,

will deny the motion to dismiss the hearing.

The court is ready to proceed with the hearing for a retrial.

(door opens)

Your Honor, I would like to call

Evelyn Ivins to the stand.

Evelyn Ivins: I was specifically focused on Greg Taylor,

who was wrongfully convicted,

which led me to Duane Deaver

and the inner workings of the North Carolina SBI.

What did you learn?

For years, the SBI has been engaging

in unconstitutional behavior,

hiding exculpatory evidence from the defense

in order to ensure convictions for the state.

David Rudolf: Thank you, Ms. Ivins.

Jim Hardin: (on screen) And why should we trust you?

Well, sir, I've written over 200 bloodstain reports

and overseen 500 scenes.

Jim: No further questions, Your Honor.

David: Have you had a chance to review

all documents provided by the State

related to Agent Duane Deaver's

20-year career?

I did.

Well over 100,000 pages.

And you reviewed all of that?

Ron Guerette: Unfortunately.

-Yeah. Alright. Alright. -(crowd laughs)

How many cases were there in total

in which Agent Deaver just observed bloodstains,

either at the scene, at the SBI laboratory,

or by looking at photos?

Only 54.

In how many of those cases did Agent Deaver provide

a bloodstain pattern analysis opinion?

Thirty-six. Not 200.

David: Not 200.

How many cases were there in which Agent Deaver

actually performed tests

or experiments

before the Peterson case?

Three. Only three.

Mr. Guerette, if someone claims that they've worked

on hundreds of cases over a 20-year career

but actually only worked

on less than five, what would you call that?

-Lying. -Lawyer: Objection, Your Honor.

-That is a lie. -Judge Hudson: Sustained.

David: No more questions, Your Honor.

As Mrs. Zamperini mentioned earlier,

today marks the ten-year anniversary

of Kathleen's death.

Ten years ago,

Michael and Kathleen Peterson

enjoyed a night in with a movie

from Blockbusters, "America's Sweethearts."

After she finished with a work call,

they decided to go out by the pool

with a bottle of wine.

They talked about the kids

and Christmas.

They were looking towards the future.

Then she said good night.

Michael stayed out by the pool.

And when he came back in later,

he found his wife...

the love of his life, barely breathing

at the bottom of the steps from a fall.

A tragic accident.

But in large part because of Duane Deaver,

the DA convinced the jury that this was murder.

What we know now is that Deaver had a habit

of preparing misleading reports

and presenting misleading testimony

under oath.

We never asked for a perfect trial.

Uh...

but we at least deserved a fair one.

I'm therefore going to ask the court at this time

to grant Michael Peterson a new trial

at which the evidence can be presented

in a fair and unbiased way.

Then...

let a jury of 12, uh...

sort it out.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Alright.

Would the defendant please rise?

Do you understand, sir, that you do have the right

to plead not guilty and have a jury trial?

-Yes. -Judge Hudson: Mr. Peterson,

you're pleading guilty pursuant

to North Carolina versus Alford case

of voluntary manslaughter.

-Do you understand, sir? -Yes.

Judge Hudson: Has Mr. Peterson proven

that Duane Deaver misled this court?

The answer to that question is yes.

Has Mr. Peterson proven that Duane Deaver misled

the jury on the validity of his argument?

The answer to that question is...

yes.

Was Deaver's misleading testimony

critical and material

to the conviction of Mr. Peterson?

The answer to that question is...

yes.

Alright.

Do you understand that when you enter a plea of Alford,

the court will treat you as though you're guilty

for the purpose of sentencing?

Yes, sir.

Judge Hudson: So, Mr. Peterson,

to the charge of voluntary manslaughter

in the death of Kathleen Peterson,

how do you plead?

Guilty.

I plead guilty.

Judge Hudson: The court finds that the defendant

will receive a new trial

at a time that the State deems fit.

(all exclaiming)

The court will begin the process

of releasing Mr. Peterson immediately.

The court finds that Mr. Peterson

has fulfilled his obligation pursuant to the Alford plea

and has no further obligations to the State of North Carolina.

-You're free to go. -(gavel banging)

Judge Hudson: Court dismissed.

Congratulations.

Alright, let's, uh...

Bailiff: You have a 10 p.m. curfew

that will be strictly monitored.

Be right back.

(door opens)

(door closes)

-(cork pops) -(all cheering)

Do you want to shower and get some rest?

No. No, no, absolutely not.

No, no, I'm okay. Thank you.

(Christmas music playing)

So, you old man, where do you want to go celebrate?

Clay, let's go to Amalfi.

I feel I could eat an enormous, obscene bowl

of spaghetti and meatballs.

-Can you get on that? -Clayton: On it.

Jessica: (on phone) Amalfi. This is Jessica. How may I help you?

Yeah, I need to make a reservation

for a large group, 12 for tonight.

Jessica: Certainly. What's the name?

Uh, it's for Michael Peterson.

Jessica: Michael Peterson, Michael Peterson?

-Yes. -Jessica: Oh. Okay.

Just a moment. Please hold.

Man: (on phone) Hello. Are you calling about Michael Peterson?

Yep. We used to go there all the time.

Yes. Well, the thing is we don't seat convicted killers.

Thank you.

Reporter: In 2011, Michael Peterson was granted a retrial

and released from prison based on a technicality.

-Michael: We good? -Amalfi can't take us.

We're too big of a party.

How does everyone feel about Baja Palace?

Reporter: Peterson remained out of prison

for the last six years awaiting the retrial.

But the negotiations between the State

and the defense ended in a stalemate,

with both sides conceding that a retrial could be difficult.

Today, Michael Peterson entered an Alford plea,

thus ending the 16-year saga

of the State versus Michael Iver Peterson.

Tune in later tonight for my sit-down interview

with Michael Peterson himself.

Man: You want me to keep going?

Uh... sorry. Give me a minute.

-Man: Yeah, of course. I get it. -(notification chimes)

(cheering)

Hi, everybody.

-Whoa! -Woman: Whoo! Come on, Nate!

Whoo! You got this!

(texts blooping)

(keys clacking)

(sighs)

Don't be afraid to possess the space that you need

to express these feelings.

You're safe here. This is a safe space.

(kids whooping, growling)

-Man: You okay? -(sighs) Yeah.

-Let's get back to it. -Alright.

Interviewer: (on TV) What was the worst part?

Do we have to show my face?

Interviewer: Of course not. No.

Whatever makes you comfortable.

Tilt down, please.

Hey, guys. Todd here.

You know, every day I wake up just so grateful.

Grateful to be alive and to be healthy

and to be talking to you guys.

I know last week I was a bit confused

in anticipation of today.

A lot of you guys reached out to me

to check in to see if I was okay,

and that meant the world to me.

Lori Campbell: I don't know, Candy. I just...

I feel nothing now.

Well, then something maybe is wrong with me

because I still feel pissed.

We waited six years for a retrial--

You have to let it go.

We knew.

I knew

something was wrong with him.

Why didn't...

why didn't we say anything to Kathleen?

To be polite?

We couldn't tell our sister to leave her husband

because we thought that he was an arrogant jerk.

Candace: No.

It was more than that.

I had a feeling.

Lori: You can't stop fate.

Kathleen died the day that she met him.

♪

What are you thinking about?

Kathleen: Oh, I'm thinking about going to Aruba.

Then Paris.

Or Paris then Aruba.

And then I'm thinking about how I can't afford anywhere but Durham.

Well, honey, we can afford pasta and Blockbusters.

(Kathleen chuckles)

(water sloshing)

(child giggles)

Oh, maybe they have, uh...

(indistinct chatter)

Oh yeah. It's him.

(indistinct chatter)

Should we say something?

Clayton: No, just ignore it. We have nothing to hide.

Waiter: What would you like?

Uh, well...

(clears throat) Here, Dad, you need help?

Uh, fuck.

Clayton, can you pick for me?

-Clayton: Sure. -You do it.

Michael: I haven't had good food in a century.

Clayton: He'll have the steak fajitas, please.

(Mexican music playing over loudspeakers)

Excuse me.

Can I get a double tequila neat, please.

Yes, sir.

Margaret: Dad, I have a surprise.

All: Oh.

(applause)

What is it? What is it?

It's a, it's just a silly cup that Kathleen and I bought.

I hid it so it wouldn't get sold.

Who'd want it?

-Dad-- -Please, no.

Please, don't start with me.

Okay.

Um, Sophie,

thank you for,

for being there for our dad

and for fighting for him.

You never gave up.

And I don't think

my dad would be here if it weren't for you.

To Sophie.

All: To Sophie.

(glasses clink)

Margaret: Could you pass it?

It's your turn.

-To Margaret-- -No, you pick someone else.

Sophie: Okay.

-(laughter) -Okay.

(muttering in French)

Um... to Martha.

Oh!

Well, from the first footage that Jean sent to Paris,

I knew you were bright... and sensitive.

It wasn't easy with the cameras in your face all the time.

But you had courage. You didn't hide.

So thank you for letting us into your life.

-To Martha. -All: To Martha.

And know all of you that Paris is your second home.

Margaret: Great. Thank you.

-Cheers to that. -Waiter: Here you go.

-Sophie: Just don't come all together. -Thank you.

(laughter)

Martha: Thank you.

Um... to Patty.

Thank you for your kindness.

What I've learned about just empathy

and understanding from you has...

-(sighs) -(conversation fades)

(music intensifies)

-You alright? -Yeah. I'm okay.

To my eldest.

A husband,

a father in his own right,

and a hero to his own father

all these years.

How you turned your life around.

And I wasn't going to tell you yet,

but I have decided

to relocate to Durham to be closer to you, Michael,

and to everyone here.

-(laughter) -Surprise!

To my brother.

My best friend.

I'm inspired by you

and all the people that you've been reaching with your videos--

-(slams fist) -(clattering)

Fuck!

Sorry.

Just another one, please.

Sorry, Clay, go on.

Um, that's it. To Todd.

-All: To Todd. -(glasses clinking)

-Clayton: Um... -Todd: Yeah.

(clears throat) To Dad.

Welcome home. We missed you.

You made me the man I am today.

Thank you.

-To Dad. -All: To Dad.

To everybody.

(glasses clink)

Uh... (clears throat)

There's a moment, uh...

the thing is...

(clicks tongue)

after all this time...

uh, Kathleen would...

I need to go to the bathroom.

Todd: I'll come with you.

Michael: What am I, incontinent?

I can still piss on my own, thanks.

♪

(sighs)

(heavy breathing)

(bubbling)

Oh my god. It is so stupid.

(joyous laughter)

Hello?

Hey.

-Oh. Hey, love birds. -Hey.

What you up to?

Kathleen: Oh, watching some delightful crap.

What are you doing here?

Todd: Oh, I'm going to Nate's Christmas party with Christina,

and, uh, I thought I would come crash here.

Christina Tomasetti?

She's engaged, right?

Yeah.

(both chuckle)

Just like your father.

Let's go to the kitchen.

We need a refill.

Todd: Alright.

(laughs)

(laughter echoing)

Martha: You know, I'm reading your books.

No shit. What do you think?

I was wondering when one of you kids would be curious.

I mean, I recognize a lot of you in it.

There's the soldier and the father

and the Renaissance man

and the nun...

Mm. Well, you know, Kathleen said the same thing.

"You know you're everyone in your books, right?"

There's even that queer character.

I just thought it was so honest.

The moment he comes out is so painful.

I feel like I finally understood what it must have been like

for you to be a teenager back then.

Yeah?

So, which book was that?

-"A Bitter Peace." -Oh, not my best work.

(clears throat)

We have so much to talk about, Dad.

Alright, who wants dessert?

-Clayton: Yes, I do. -Margaret: Ooh, I'm in.

How about some sweets, huh?

Bill Peterson: Ta-ta-ta-da. Birthday girl gets to decide.

For everyone, huh? The pressure.

Okay.

(sighs)

Sweetheart, do you need some help with that?

No, I'm good. I, um...

I will have... the cheesecake.

Who the fuck orders cheesecake at a Mexican restaurant?

(light laughter)

Okay. So someone else choose.

Oh, Margie the Martyr.

Don't be so dramatic. Just get the cheesecake.

I don't even like cheesecake.

I just picked it because it's what I thought

everyone else would choose.

So, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I picked

the wrong dessert.

It's been a very emotional day for everybody.

Sophie: Anyway, there's no time for dessert.

The curfew?

Margaret: ...from a pencil. Yeah.

Okay.

Um... I'll, uh, check in with you tomorrow, okay.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

Okay.

-Love you. -Mm-hmm. I love you.

(exhales)

David said it could be years before a retrial.

What if they send me back?

They won't.

How am I going to survive?

-I'm broke. -I'm here.

The kids are here.

We'll take care of you.

And you're free right now. That's all that matters.

(groans, kisses)

Clayton: Hey. Hey.

(shushing) It's okay.

(crying) I'm such a fuck-up, Clay.

Clayton: You're just drunk.

You're drunk.

(Todd sobbing)

My dear boys.

It has been a long, long day.

Come. Come to your dear mama.

Clayton, help me.

-Come on. -Clayton: Okay.

-Come on. -Patty: Come on.

Todd: I'm such a fuck-up, Mom.

Patty: No, no, no. You need some sleep.

Oh shit. I forgot. I got you a birthday present.

Ooh.

Don't say I never got you anything.

Margaret: What is it?

Martha: It's the view from our bedroom

in Germany.

We used to see that every morning

when we were little.

It just seemed so peaceful

that I thought it would be a nice memory.

I'm sorry.

Why?

You're the only one in this family

who's actually trying to be honest.

(sighs)

And I lied to you.

Not lied like...

but I... (sighs)

kept something from you.

Dad tried to...

separate us when we were kids.

Give you away and keep me.

And...

I was so scared that if it got out,

it would hurt him.

And...

I wasn't thinking about you.

You weren't.

I'm sorry.

You don't need to protect me, you know,

or anyone else, Margie.

Not anymore.

-It's okay. -(sniffles)

Just promise me...

Well, we'll promise each other.

From here on out...

we just, we live our own lives.

Okay?

Don't cry.

(kissing)

(door opens)

-Michael: Oh. It's okay. -I'm sorry.

(keys clattering)

-It's nice. -Ah.

It's nice.

(faucet running)

Shit. It's stuck.

-Let me help you. -(Michael grunts)

(Sophie chuckles)

This thing got stuck.

I got it. Alright.

Thank you.

It's been a while.

Me too.

(moaning)

Lots to do before we leave.

Reporter: (on TV) Now we caught up with Michael

days before the Alford plea.

What have the years following your release been like?

Michael: Ah, well, they've been, uh, been good.

You know, I spent some time with my, my granddaughters

and, uh, traveled about a bit once they took my ankle monitor off.

Sophie Brussard: Don't you get tired of watching yourself?

Come on! You can pack and watch TV.

Reporter: ...when an investigation into the SBI

allowed Peterson's defense to argue

that a key witness, SBI agent Duane Deaver,

perjured himself on the stand.

A retrial was granted...

Did you pack it?

-What? -My passport. I can't find it.

Reporter: And they decided that the best route

was an Alford plea.

Michael: (on TV) I wanted to go on fighting.

The last thing I ever wanted

was to say the word.

-But... -Where'd you put it?

Hmm? I didn't put it anywhere.

Michael: (on TV) But I'm 73.

I have to think of the time I have left.

And the risk of losing was too great, so...

Reporter: You spent eight years in prison.

What was that like?

Michael: The experience of prison is

possibly even more dehumanizing than...

-It was next to the bed. -...the experience of going to war.

Reporter: So...

I notice you're still wearing a wedding ring.

Hmm. Yeah.

Reporter: Is she still a part of your life.

Oh yes.

I, I think about Kathleen every day,

all the time.

I can be standing in the kitchen here

and think she's just going to walk

through that door any moment.

Well, Jim, for now,

it looks like Michael's content

living a solitary life

-and being a grandfather-- -(TV switches off)

Come on, let's get to it.

Will you just give me a minute to catch my breath.

Jesus.

What's wrong with you?

I'm just tired. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Maybe you want to go on tomorrow without me.

I'll just come on my own later.

Go to Paris without you?

-Michael: Yeah. -No!

I don't want that.

Well, I need a second.

You know, this is all happening so fast, too fast.

Too fast?

Do you not want to go?

God, I'm just too tired to pack.

I'll finish up packing here this week.

Let's just relax and enjoy the night, huh?

I can't just rush off.

We've been planning this for months, for years.

So what's another week then?

If you don't want to move to Paris...

that's fine.

Just tell me.

No, it's not that I don't want to go.

I'm just worried about leaving my kids, my grandkids.

-You know, they still need me here. -Your children?

(scoffs)

They don't need you anymore.

Clearly.

They didn't even come today.

(sniffles)

(clattering)

I told them not to come.

You didn't have to tell them anything.

You know, in that interview, they asked,

"What have you been doing since prison?"

You say everything but being with me.

What about me traveling with your family?

What about me taking care of you?

You keep saying this bullshit

about Kathleen walking through the door?

I walk through the door, not her.

Those people don't need to know my business.

What do you care if I mention you?

I'm the editor, not you.

-Oh! Oh. -Okay?

I can edit me out if I want.

You don't edit me.

So, so that's it, huh? Control.

You and Kathleen always trying to control everything.

Sophie: Control?

I've been taking care of you

like Kathleen took care of you.

You always act like you know everything about me.

I had a whole life before that documentary

that you know nothing about.

-Are you coming with me tomorrow? -I'm not.

You're the one who said you, you wanted Paris.

Paris, Paris, Paris, Paris, Paris.

-Shut up. -I've given you everything I had. Everything!

I built my life around you!

Michael: Jesus. Shut up.

For what?

For what?

I don't wanna fucking live with women anymore, okay?

Is that so hard for you to understand?

I'm done!

I am fucking done!

Did you ever love me?

I don't know.

-I don't know. -(Sophie sobs)

Michael: It's okay.

Sophie...

(keys jingling)

-I'll... -Sophie.

(door opens, closes)

Jean: What is it you wanted to talk about, Michael?

Michael: Baseball.

Jean: Baseball?

Don't worry about the time.

Why are we really sitting here, Michael?

I used to play baseball when I was 11 or 12.

And one night, I was fantasizing about this girl,

my neighbor's daughter, Melanie,

and suddenly he was there in that fantasy.

And I was very confused by that.

I mean, we played on the same ball team.

Jean: Wait, wait, who was there?

The shortstop.

At that moment, I realized that I had

a great attraction for, for females,

but for guys also.

And that that was something I was going to have to hide.

Jean: Did your parents find out?

One night, my father found us,

just, you know, experimenting.

He got so mad.

Violent.

I remember sitting in our car

outside the garage listening to the radio.

Just me, my mother,

Mahler's Fifth Symphony,

and my black eye.

After that, I knew it was easier to lie.

It was safer.

Jean: Is that it?

Is there something else you wanted to say?

I always felt

there was something you were holding back

during the first trial.

I don't know what, but there was something.

I was. There is.

I lied about Kathleen.

She never knew.

I never told her about that side of me.

You know, in the beginning when people asked,

you know, "Did she know about the men?"

I, I told them, "Of course, she did.

She knew me."

And I'd hoped that would be enough.

But then people ask again and again, so...

But no, no, we never talked about... it.

I could never make the leap to say to her,

"This is who I am."

To make that leap is, is very difficult and...

I didn't make the leap with Kathleen.

I'm sure I felt guilty, you know.

But when you get away with something

and you keep getting away with it,

it becomes, "Oh, it's alright,"

you see?

I wish I could have told her.

I wonder what she would have said.

She'd have made it right.

Jean: Did you kill Kathleen?

Kathleen's death was an accident.

(sighs)

This man...

this man is a liar.

He lied about everything. Everything!

The whole time he lied.

Yes, he did, but maybe this is him trying to stop.

You really think so?

(breathing heavily)

I don't know...

what to think.

I don't know.

But, I know...

you will be happier without him.

Jean...

He didn't.

He couldn't.

(exhales)

Caitlin: (voicemail) Hey, Mom. Hey, Mike.

I'm starting to get packed up to see you guys soon.

Um, I was thinking of driving down

if the weather wasn't so bad

and maybe seeing some friends on the way.

But anyway, I can't wait to see you guys for Christmas.

I really need a watch, wink wink.

-I love you. -(beep)

Helen Prislinger: Hey, Kathleen. Sorry to call so late,

but we have to do a conference call tomorrow

to get on the same page about Toronto

before you fly out.

A work call on the weekend. It sucks, I know,

but I need to send you the presentation.

Call me back, okay.

-(beep) -(owl hoots)

Kathleen: Hey, Helen.

Shit, you're not sleeping, are you?

Yeah. Okay. So what is it?

Oh shit. I forgot my laptop at the office.

Oh, I've been so out of it.

Um...

You know what? Uh, send it to Mike's e-mail.

Yeah. It's, uh... Mike?

Mike, what's your email?

What? Why?

Kathleen: Well, I just... I need it for work.

Oh, okay,

it's mpwriter@gte.net.

Mpwriter@gte.net.

That's it. Alright.

Okay.

And thanks, Helen. Good night.

What was that about?

Oh, it was Helen.

-Helen? -Prislinger. She works under me,

and there's a presentation I have to review.

So, uh, I'm gonna have to check it on your email.

Ah.

Okay.

-Is that alright? -Of course.

Don't work.

Just look it over in the morning.

Hmm?

Let's relax and enjoy the rest of the night.

♪

Caitlin called.

Oh yeah? What'd she say?

She's driving down for Christmas.

She's bringing the baby.

He's getting really chubby.

Mmm.

You talk to Margie?

Not yet.

I'll talk to her when she's back up.

You have to talk to her, Mike.

You really upset her. You never even talked to her about her divorce.

-You can't put these things off. -I will.

Martha's doing better, at least.

She's finally doing what she wants.

She's got this dance recital tonight.

Margie's there. They're together.

The way they should be.

Really?

I thought she was working.

That's what she said, why she couldn't make it.

Well, she wasn't gonna miss the show.

They're all okay.

You'll be okay too.

(chair creaks)

Why didn't you tell me?

There was a moment

where I knew who I was.

♪

But it was just a moment.

And I became one thing after another.

I got further and further from that moment.

(classical music playing)

And then you came along...

so far from that moment.

It wasn't a lie.

It just wasn't the whole thing.

♪

But what two people ever know each other really?

Most of it is just smoke and mirrors.

People don't actually know who they're with.

♪

(inaudible)

(inaudible)

(voicemail beeps)

Michael: Hey, I tried all you guys now,

but I guess everyone is pretty busy.

So it turns out I'm not going to Paris.

It's, uh, for the best.

I know it's been a while, but maybe we can

all get together soon.

Miss you.

♪

♪

(theme music playing)

Despite the freedom to go anywhere,

Michael never left Durham, NC

He still maintains his innocence

in the death of Kathleen Atwater Peterson

♪