All language subtitles for Love.And.Death.S01E06.WEBRip.x265-ION265

("Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood"
by Nina Simone playing)

♪ Baby,
you understand me now ♪

♪ If sometimes you see
that I'm mad? ♪

♪ Don't you know no one alive
can always be an angel? ♪

♪ When everything goes wrong,
you see some bad ♪

♪ But, oh, I'm just a soul
whose intentions are good ♪

♪ Oh lord ♪

♪ Please don't let me be
misunderstood ♪

♪ Doo, doo, doo ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh-oh baby,
I'm just human ♪

♪ Don't you know
I have faults like anyone? ♪

♪ Sometimes, I find
myself alone ♪

♪ Regretting some
little foolish thing ♪

♪ Some simple thing ♪

♪ That I've done ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm just a soul ♪

♪ Whose intentions are good ♪

♪ Oh lord,
please don't let me be ♪

♪ Misunderstood ♪

♪ Doo, doo ♪

♪ Don't let me be
misunderstood ♪

♪ I try so hard, so please ♪

♪ Don't let me be
misunderstood... ♪

(song fades out)

("The Love I Lost"
by Harold Melvin
& the Blue Notes playing)

♪ The love I lost ♪

♪ Was a sweet love... ♪

Reporter (on radio):
Jury selection begins
today in the murder trial

of Texas housewife
Candy Montgomery.

- (song plays on stereo)
- Almost four months to
the day that Betty Gore,

30-year-old mother of two,
was found chopped to death

- in her own home.
- (sizzling)

The trial itself is expected
to start tomorrow,

when the prosecution
swears in its first witness...

(song continues)

(singing along)
♪ I can remember plannin'... ♪

♪ Buildin' my whole
world around you ♪

♪ I can remember hopin' ♪

- Sherry: Knock, knock!
- ♪ That you and-- ♪

Sherry:
Hey.

How we doin'?

- You got any
big plans for today?
- (laughs)

- I really do love the hair.
- Thank you.

You are gonna be okay, honey.

I don't think I've ever felt
so dependent on other people

as I do right now.

Pat:
Hey, Sherry.

- Hey, Pat.
- Pat, do you think I look okay?

This is what Don Crowder
wants me to wear.

Yeah. Yeah, you look fine.

How are you doin', Pat?

Uh, uh...

I'm good. Good.

- You know, it's--
- (doorbell chimes)

(sighs) I'll get it.

♪ ♪

(Sherry sighs)

Robert Udashen:
Hey. Um...

We, uh, we set?

(heavy breathing)

All right.

Hey, wh-why can't
I go inside with her?

(sighs)

Only the parties and lawyers
can get side access.

- (Pat sighs)
- Sorry.

(Candy sighs)

- I'll be right behind you.
- Oh, I know you will.

- (Pat sighs)
- Candy: Okay.

Oh, Sherry, make sure that
the kids don't watch the news.

- Of course. I promise.
- Candy: Okay.

(Candy sighs)

- Doin' all right?
- Oh yeah, fine. How are you?

Robert: Good.

Reporter:
As you can see
behind me,

people are lining up
to get in.

This is clearly
the hottest ticket

in what is normally
a sleepy town.

The reason Judge Ryan moved it
to the old courthouse,

it holds more people.

What do Texas prisons
look like?

Uh...

There are two women's prisons.

- Onlooker: I think that's her!
- There's one that you
definitely do not want to go to.

The other one is not that bad.

- How do they decide
which one you go to?
- (onlookers chattering)

♪ ♪

You'd go to the good one.

Oh, my God.

(muffled reporters yelling)

- (brakes squeak)
- (softly) Oh, my God...

I don't think I can do this.

Yes, you will.

(shifts gear)

- (reporters yelling)
- (shutters snapping)

(indistinct chatter, yelling)

- (yelling gets louder)
- (multiple shutters snapping)

♪ ♪

(chatter continues)

(yelling becomes muffled)

Tom O'Connell:
We may ask you
a bunch of questions.

The idea is to wind up

with 12 impartial jurors

who can evaluate the evidence
in an unbiased manner.

Now, if you're not selected,
don't take it personally.

It's very important
that you understand

not just what
this proceeding is about,

but also what it's not about.

It's not a personality contest

or a question of who you
think should win or lose,

or does the best job.

The best job is
the decision you make

on the evidence.

And only the evidence that
you hear in this courtroom.

Now, Judge Ryan has
gone over the outline

of what the indictment is
to you in a murder case.

The ultimate fact issue
to be proved to a jury

is that a defendant
killed the deceased.

Alright then.
We're gonna let Mr. Crowder

make a remark or two.
Mr. Crowder?

(Don sighs)

My name is Don Crowder.

First, I'd like to thank

each and every one of you
for bein' here.

Your commitment
to public service.

There is no greater
strand of fabric

to criminal justice,

to, to democracy itself,

than jury duty.

Now...

it's not proper for me
to discuss the facts

with you at this time.

Mr. O'Connell didn't
talk about 'em either.

(quiet murmuring)

But...

There is somethin'
I've gotta tell you now

for me to be able
to discuss the law.

On Friday, June 13th, 1980,

Candace Montgomery
killed Betty Gore.

She did so with an axe.

(shocked murmuring)

And she did so
in self-defense.

♪ ♪

We haven't chosen to
try our case in the papers,

which is why you've
never heard that before.

But we've got
quite a story to tell.

You're gonna hear
what happened that day,

June 13th, and guess what?

You're gonna hear it
from the only living person

who was there.

Candy Montgomery
will take the stand.

She'll tell you
exactly what happened.

- Of course, a few of them
were stunned. Who wouldn't be?
- (shutters snap)

The truth can be
a shocking thing.

Y'all better buckle up.

For anyone comin' to this
with preconceived notions,

buckle up and get ready.

That's all I got.

(reporters clamoring)

Ron.

Listen.

Seems they're not gonna
let you in the room

since you might be a witness.

Unfortunate, because
it's very important

the jury know from the get-go

that God is in Candy's corner.

That truth shouldn't have
to wait till you testify.

It would be good for the jury
to hear from God, Pastor,

even if it's on television.

- I understand.
- Good man.

(pats shoulder)

(crowd chatter continues)

(shutters snapping)

Hey...

- Pat. Hey.
- Don...

Chin up, man.

A lot of folks gonna be
takin' their cues from you.

Come on, now.

It's just everybody's
looking at me like I've been...

cuckolded,
and the whole world--

Okay, look.

Doesn't matter if
she fucked a hundred men.

Long as she doesn't
do it again, right?

And she won't.

Come on now.

Chin up.

♪ ♪

Allan (on phone):
I'm sure it'll be on the news.

They're saying that Betty
tried to kill that woman.

- I guess so.
- Bob (on phone):
Well, that just--

That just
doesn't make sense.

Bob:
I mean, that's something
you'd say right away.

"I had to do it."
Four months?

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, I'm coming
down there for the trial.

Bertha, she, uh...

She can't bring herself to.

But, but, but I'm coming.

Allan: Okay.

Alright. Bye.

(hangs up)

- (quiet cutlery clinking)
- (birds chirping outside)

Everybody's
being just so quiet.

What, with Halloween right
around the corner? Ian?

Honey, will we be going
with "Star Wars" again?

I don't know.
Everybody's "Star Wars."

Sally Reynolds, she says
she wants to go as you,

but her parents won't let her.

That's not appropriate
dinner talk at the table,
young lady.

(Jenny sighs)

(cutlery clinking)

You think it was wise
for Don to just... announce

- that you did it like that?
- We agreed.

No trial talk either.

Pat:
I'm just worried he may
not be up for this.

(Ian tapping fork)

(doorbell chimes)

You know what?
I'll get that.

(birds chirping)

Hi, Jackie.

Can you and I have
a private word?

(shutter snapping)

(Candy sighs)

Well, if I knew that
you were comin',
I-I could have put a pot of--

She tried to kill you.
That's your story?

(softly) Yeah. It's true.

I refuse to believe that.

Why did you keep that from me?

I had to. Don said--

Oh, Don said, did he?

You know, I never lied to you.

Yes, you did!

(muffled)
I asked you point-blank,
and you lied to me!

I didn't murder Betty Gore.

You have to believe me.

No.

I don't.

♪ ♪

It would be good if you
were there for me.

At trial.

(scoffs)

That won't be happenin', Candy.

(stomping upstairs)

- (siren blares)
- Onlooker: I-I drove six hours.

If I go in
and come right back out?

I just wanna see her.

Sorry, ma'am.

(hushed courtroom chatter)

(gavel banging)

(door shuts)

Judge Ryan:
Before we all get started,

I have one other matter.

Counsel will recall that
on the 12th day of July,

this court issued an order
restricting counsel

from talkin' to the media.

After jury selection yesterday,

seems Mr. Crowder
held himself a little presser,

jabberin' on to whoever
was handy to listen.

Likely 'cause
you've never tried yourself

a criminal case before.

Anything you'd like
to say to me, Mr. Crowder?

Your Honor, I thought that
the order had been lifted.

Especially since last Friday,

you invited the media
into your chambers
for a photo shoot.

I might also ask--

You're not asking this court
a question, Mr. Crowder.

I asked you if you would
like to make a statement.

And I'm responding.

It was my impression that
the gag order was lifted.

Well, you got that wrong.

This court finds you in contempt
for violation of its order

- that was entered on
the 11th day of July 1980.
- (crowd murmuring)

This thing isn't about
your limelight, Mr. Crowder.

Ain't that the pot
callin' the kettle
a grandstander?

Movin' the trial
to this buildin',

so you could get yourself
on television.

Your punishment is assessed
at a $100 fine, plus costs,

plus 24 hours in
the Collin County jail.

- Are you kiddin' me?
- Out of abundance of precaution,

so your confinement
will not interfere

with your proper representation
of your client,

I will suspend the issue
of that commitment

until the day next preceding
the conclusion of this trial,

at which time
a writ of commitment
will issue.

Well, howdy-doody, Judge.

What did you say?

Hm?

(hushed murmuring)

Bring in the jury.

♪ ♪

(quiet hall chatter)

O'Connell:
Prosecution calls Allan Gore.

(hushed murmuring)

(door shuts)

(inhales)

Allan:
I'd been calling her
all day.

And I knew something wasn't
right with her not answering.

And at some point,
you called your neighbor,
Richard Parker?

Yes, I made several calls
and asked...

that he go look.

Look in the house.

And what, if anything,
did he find?

They found... Betty dead.

I was told that she was shot.

Who told you
she'd been shot dead?

Jerry McMahan.

After Jerry McMahan
told you Betty'd been shot,

did you make any further calls?

I...

called Candace Montgomery.

O'Connell:
What, if anything,
did you tell her?

Allan:
I told her... (sighs)

Betty'd been killed.

O'Connell:
After you told the defendant
that your wife had been killed,

what response,
if any, did she make?

It seemed like
a normal shock reaction.

She didn't say
that she killed Betty

in self-defense with an axe?

No.

Your Honor, may I approach?

(clears throat)

Let me show you what's been
marked for identification

- as State's Exhibit number K6.
- (axe scrapes)

Let me ask you to look
at that exhibit.

Tell the jury whether
that looks familiar to you.

It looks like my axe.

Do you see anything
other than what may be on it

that would be inconsistent
with being your axe?

No.

(hushed murmuring)

- (puts down axe)
- Now...

Sir. (clears throat)
You know the defendant?

- Yes.
- And, at some point,

you two became involved
in a sexual affair?

Allan:
Yes, in the fall of 1978.

O'Connell:
Over what period of time did you
two engage in a sexual affair?

From about early December...

'78 until October '79.

- What caused it to stop?
- Allan: It stopped...

because I decided
I didn't feel like
I could share myself

with Candy.
I wanted to concentrate
on my own family.

Had you told your wife

about the relationship
with the defendant?

No, I did not.

Did you have
any reason to believe
Betty knew about the affair?

No, I did not.

Don:
But you can't rule it out,

that Betty could've known.

I can't rule it out. No.

And on June 13th,
the morning of,

how did she seem?
Your wife.

She was a bit agitated.

I was going away
on a business trip.

And that would always
unsettle her.

- (Candy sighs deeply)
- Unsettled. Agitated.
Was she depressed?

Perhaps.

She'd battled
depression before.

She had some postpartum.
Plus, as I said,

when I would--
when I would travel--

Don:
And on the morning of June 13th,

did she seem agitated
or depressed over anything,

besides your goin' away
on a business trip?

Yes, she...

She thought she might
be pregnant.

- Don: And this was
causing her stress?
- (murmuring)

- Yes.
- Don: In fact,
you were a bit worried

about Betty and her
state of mind that day.

So much so that,
as you testified,

you made repeated calls

to check on her.
From the airport,

your hotel.
You repeatedly called.

- I did.
- Don: And, sir,

on the night of
your wife's death,

when you called
the Montgomery house,

did you tell Mrs. Montgomery
that you were very concerned

that your wife had
committed suicide?

Allan:
I don't recall saying that,

b-but the thought had
entered my mind. Yes.

Don:
She could have very
dark thoughts, your wife.

Yes.

Don:
Your wife and
Candy Montgomery

- were friends?
- They were.

- Don: Fair to say
they were good friends?
- Yes.

And prior to June 13th, 1980,

had you ever been aware
of any cross words

between Betty and Candy?

- Allan: No.
- Don: Had they had
any physical fight

before June 13th, 1980?

- No.
- Any verbal altercation?

- No.
- Don: Can you think
of any reason

why Candy would wanna
harm your wife?

Allan:
No.

(chair scrapes)

Don:
Your relationship
with Candy Montgomery.

This started out as
an affair of the flesh?

Yes.

Don:
Did it end up being
something different?

We became very good friends.

This was not any
torrid love thing, was it?

- No.
- Don: You never discussed

marriage or runnin' away
from your families?

- No.
- Don: Never talked about gettin'
divorced from your spouses?

- Never.
- Don: This was not some...

whirlwind romance.
In fact,

sometimes during
your rendezvous,

you two wouldn't even have sex.

You'd just talk.

Allan:
That's correct.

Fact of the matter is,
Mr. Gore,

neither one of you were
very good at this, were you?

No.

And when it finally petered out,
were there hard feelings?

- No.
- Don: Not by you?
Not by Candy?

- No.
- Don: She wasn't tryin'
to get back with you?

- No.
- Does it make any sense
to you whatsoever

that Candace Montgomery
would have got in her car

on June 13th, 1980,

and drove to your house
to murder your wife

for the purpose
of getting you back?

- No.
- Don: Murder her for any reason?

No.

Don:
Now, you testified

that the axe was
hanging in your garage

on the morning of June 13th
when you left.

♪ ♪

To my knowledge, yes.

And, to your knowledge,
had Candy Montgomery

ever been in your garage

prior to June 13th, 1980?

- Not to my knowledge.
- Don: To your knowledge,

would she have
any reason to know

there was an axe
in your garage?

No.

Your wife, of course, knew...

the axe was in your garage.

Yes.

(insects chirping)

Bob:
You might as well have been
a defense witness.

Allan:
I was under oath.
I had to tell the truth.

Pity you don't remember the oath
that you took with Betty.

- (Allan inhales)
- (clock ticking)

Well, that's not fair.

She's dead, Allan.

She got chopped up with an axe.

Which never
would have happened

if you hadn't cheated on her.

And the woman who did this?

You helped her today.

I mean, was that the plan?

No, it was not the plan.

You looked at that bloody axe

and you had no reaction.

You showed no remorse.

♪ ♪

Betty's dead.

Why doesn't that bother you?

W-We weren't getting
along too well.

(indistinct chatter)

Shelby:
I still think they were
in on it together.

He probably told her exactly
where she could find that axe.

(laughs)

(stomps foot)

(quietly)
Stop your nonsense.

Well, honest to God, Sherry,
sometimes I wonder

if you were in on it, too.
The way you protect her.

I said stop your nonsense,

and I mean it.

(patrons quietly murmur)

- (Sherry sighs)
- This way, ladies.

Shelby:
Okay. Thanks.

(sighing)

- (insects chirping)
- (shuts oven)

Oh, my goodness.
This may be my best batch yet.

- Get some butter on them
while they're hot.
- (Ian gasps)

- What else did he say? Don.
About how it went.
- Well, I told you,

Don's not much talkin' to me.

- (puts down tray)
- Yeah, why?

Because he evidently
likes to keep his distance

when the actual trial starts.

But, Robert said
it went very well.

Can I have a popover
before grace?

No, you may not,

but let's get grace over with
before that popover gets cold.

(sighs) We'd like
to thank you, dear God,

for this food which
we are about to receive,

and thank you for your love.

And for givin' me strength. Amen.

Family:
Amen.

(cutlery rattling)

I don't understand
why I can't be in the room.

Because the judge said so, Pat.

Do you not listen?

No witnesses
or potential witnesses,
which you would be.

So, can we now just try
and enjoy our supper,

which happens to include
some of my finest popovers ever?

Can I ask one trial question?

Mm-hmm.

Is it hard?

♪ ♪

Yes, sweetie.
It's very hard.

But, life is sometimes

'cause it's meant to be.

And we forge on.

(singing)
♪ Onward, Christian soldiers ♪

Right?

We forge on.

- (fork clatters)
- Richard: We first saw
the blood in the bathroom,

and then we heard the baby.

Bethany.

She was in her crib,

crying, covered in her feces.

She'd been there a long time.

Jerry McMahan:
The door was partially open,

so I looked inside and,
and I saw.

- (muffled scream)
- There was blood everywhere.

A massive amount of blood.

I saw her foot, the body,
and an axe on the floor.

Mostly just blood.

Richard Parker:
On the walls. The floor.

Lester couldn't tell Allan,
so I did.

She left the church
around 9:30.

She got back around 11:30.

Said she'd been at Betty's
and lost track of the time.

She had on a dark brown shirt,

jeans, and blue sneakers.

She seemed normal
when she got back.

A little flustered over
missin' the puppet show,

but, other than that,
she was just regular Candy.

Cynthia:
We cleaned the house
the day after,

me and some of
the other neighbors.

- We didn't want Allan to
arrive home and see it that way.
- (testimony echoing)

(continues echoing)

(dramatic crescendo)

- (reporters yelling)
- (shutters snapping)

- Reporter 1: Mrs. Montgomery!
Mrs. Montgomery!
- Not right now, folks.

Please. Thank you.

Excuse us.
Not right now, folks.

(reporters continue yelling)

Reporter 2:
Mrs. Montgomery!

Do you have anything
to say for yourself?

- Excuse me.
- (shutters snapping)

(distorted echoing)

(echoes swelling, stop)

- (muffled reporters yelling)
- (sighs)

What the hell are you on?

I don't know what you mean.

Don't lie to me, Candy.

You're takin' somethin'.
What is it?

Serax.

It helps with my nerves.

Don: You need to
understand somethin'.

That kind of carnage?

Prosecution aims to
depict you as inhuman.

You looking like a zombie
plays right into their hands.

Do not get cross with me.

Don:
Do not get cross?

It's the newspapers
that are callin' me

a zombie and a monster.

And they all want me
to break down

and act like one, don't they?

They would all just be
so thrilled if I jumped

up and down and screamed.

(muffled yelling continues)

I will not be giving them
that satisfaction.

Don:
If you look shut-down
and robotic,

- you go to jail.
- Well, I have
to hold it together.

Otherwise...

(inhales sharply)

(both sigh)

No more Serax, Candy.

The jury needs
to see you as human.

Vulnerable.

They won't find in your favor
unless they want to.

If you need to cry, cry.

But unfeeling buys you prison.

I thought you weren't
gonna talk to me
once the trial started.

- (keys rattle)
- That's the last thing
I'm gonna say.

(starts engine)

- (reporters yelling)
- (honking)

(honking)

He's probably not wrong.

- (exhales)
- The jury needs
to see you as human.

That's not possible.

If you had any idea
what was being said.

Oh, well, I-I wish
I could be in there.

Well, I'm glad
you're not because...

I don't think that
I could look at myself
through your eyes

if you were hearin'
what was bein' said.

As bad as
what the newspapers
are sayin', it's...

(inhales deeply) Well...

(insects chirping)

♪ ♪

You never told me...

what you thought...

after Don told you
on the phone...

what happened.

I can't imagine
what you must think.

I'm not sure I want to.

(inhales)

I'm just...

grateful...

that it didn't go the other way,
you know?

I mean, Betty
was bigger than you.

It could have easily
gone the other way.

♪ ♪

It's okay to be
a little bit broken,

- Candy.
- (scoffs) No, it's not.

Because if I let myself
be that,

I might never get back.

I'd never be unbroken.

Tomorrow's gonna be
a lot worse.

All the police detectives.

(sighs)

(both sigh)

You just have to be...

strong.

There was a time
when I thought

that this was it, you know?

Everything.

Just to be able to
stand underneath the stars.

A home.

A family.

And people go lookin'
for somethin'.

They don't even know
what it is.
They just... want.

And they go lookin'.

At the end of some rainbow, maybe.

(inhales)

♪ ♪

Pastor Ron (on TV):
The Lord is not
just my shepherd,

but he is also
Candy Montgomery's.

It comes down to goodness
and mercy in the heart.

There is both in the heart
of Candy Montgomery.

Damn, that's a good pastor.

Don (on TV):
Look, I can't discuss
the case, so I won't.

Reporter (on TV):
Well, should you be
talking to us at all?

Don (on TV):
I can talk about the weather.

I can talk about
the Dallas Cowboys.

Not like the judge has
a problem with free speech.

After all,
he's a judge, right?

- Far as that gag order, I...
- Why are you baiting him?

Fat fuck. If he holds me
in contempt again,

I can argue bias on appeal.

Get a new trial on grounds
of "fat-fuck-ism"!

Only thing is we're not losin'.

They didn't even
nick us today.

Tomorrow will be tougher.

(exhaling)

- (police siren wails)
- (crowd chatter)

♪ ♪

(shutters snapping)

Chief Abbott:
It was pure carnage.

That's why I called in
so much backup.

The first thing I noticed
was all the blood.

All dried and congealed.

- Caked.
- Abbott: Clotted.

And dried.

Means it had been there a while.

Many, many hours.

It was obvious
there was a big struggle.

You have no idea
who attacked who first?

I do not.

Mrs. Gore took part
in the fight?

She had defensive wounds,
so yes.

But whether she held the axe...

Don:
You solve all the crimes,
you investigate, Chief?

- No, sir.
- Don: Some are carried out

with more care than others.
That fair to say?

- Of course.
- Don: Not a lot of
care in this one.

Well... (nervous laugh)

- There was blood all over.
- A lot of blood.

There were fingerprints
left by the killer.

There was hair left,
Candy's fingernail...

- The murder weapon.
- And the body.

- (chair scrapes)
- (fans creaking)

If...
If Candy Montgomery planned

to murder Betty Gore,

can you imagine it

being carried out more ineptly?

Probably not.

And if somebody was intent
on killing somebody

and not getting themselves
killed in the process,

would using an axe

be one of the better...
death instruments

to accomplish that task?

- No, sir.
- No, sir.

A killing done
in broad daylight,

with Candy's car
parked right out front.

Fair to say if she wanted
to get away with it,

she did a terrible job.
Fair to say?

- Fair to say.
- Fair to say.

Clearly, this is no longer
a whodunit but a why-dunit.

Reporter 1:
Did they wanna
get back together?

Did she want him
all for herself?

Why did she keep swinging
long after Betty Gore

was neutralized?

Hammering her
with that big axe.

Reporter 2:
While the defense keeps
hammering self-defense.

Whatever the defense,
they've got a big, big problem.

- Don: Forty whacks.
- (tapping)

Self-defense doesn't
explain 40 whacks.

(muffled reporters
yelling outside)

There's a reason they're savin'
the pathologist for last.

He's gonna paint
a grisly picture,

shock the shit outta the jury.

And it's no coincidence

they're puttin' him up
right after lunch.

All it takes is one juror
to vomit, and it's...

life in prison.

Why aren't they attacking us
more in our theory?

I don't get it.

It's like their rope-a-dopin'.

Associate:
It's possible they don't
want to even dignify it.

Forty whacks, like you say,

they're gonna say
self-defense is preposterous.

He seems nice.

The prosecutor.

♪ ♪

Excuse me?

He seems like a nice man.

Candy?

Did you take Serax again?

(sighs)

Oh, my fucking God.

I need to hold it together.

Try and get this.

The prosecution is probably
going to rest today.

Which means you could
be taking the stage

as soon as tomorrow.

Your head needs to be clear.

And focused.

Otherwise,

you're going to jail.

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

(echoing)
Would you be interested
in having an affair?

It's just somethin'
I've been thinkin' about,

and I wanted to say it
so I don't have to think
about it anymore.

Betty (whispering echo):
Bye, Dada.

O'Connell:
I have here exhibits
marked 22 through 29.

As I pass them
for the jury to see,

I'd like you to go through
your external examination

with respect to
the injuries you observed.

Dr. DiMaio:
Of course.
Starting with the right hand,

there was multiple
chop-like wounds.

Incision wounds
on the right forearm,

running five inches in length.

Chop-like wounds
on the left upper arm,

extending into the musculature

from the top of the right
shoulder in the back,

extending five inches
down into the back.

The right thigh had two
parallel gaping chop wounds.

The right side of what
was her face.

- Irregular, gaping,
multiple fractures.
- (muffled scream)

The right eye had collapsed into
what would've been the sinuses.

Frontal scalp, right side,
a diagonal gape.

Top of the right ear, running
across the top of the head,

a wound measuring
10 inches in length,

produced by seven chop wounds
going through the bone

into the cranial vault.

Top of the head,
a C-shaped wound

with the open point of
the C directed downward.

Evidently, that blow was
produced from the top down.

So, six cluster wounds
on the right side,

which could have caused death.

The crater in
the back of the head

that went through
to the brain cavity

that could have caused death.

The wounds that ran
across the top of the head

could have caused death.

And also, some of
the glancing blows
could have caused death

by producing some hemorrhage
inside the cranial cavity.

O'Connell:
And, Doctor,

does the term "defensive wound"

have any significance in
the practice of your profession?

They're defined as wounds
to the extremities.

Arms and legs.

It's usually
the back of the hands.

Can be the palm of the hand
or the back of the forearm,

or the back of the arm,
that a victim received

as they tried
to ward off a weapon.

Would those wounds on
the arms and the wrists

and the forearms indicate
defensive-type wounds?

- Yes, sir.
- Mrs. Gore was trying
to protect herself?

- Yes, sir.
- O'Connell: And, Doctor,

in your testimony, you said,

"On the right side
of what was her face."

- What did you mean by that?
- Half of her face.

(murmuring)

The right side was nothing
but a mass of tissue and blood.

The eye socket and cheekbone
had been crushed into mush.

So, face, there...

there really was no face.

And, Doctor,
are you able to determine

whether wounds are inflicted
pre or post-mortem?

♪ ♪

- Yes, sir.
- How are you able to tell?

Well, once you're dead,
you have no more blood pressure.

When the heart stops,
there's no bleeding.

The body can leak,
but that blood

won't get into the tissue,
causing it to discolor.

Now, if this occurs
while the victim is alive,

this blood will
get into the tissue,

essentially like a bruise.

O'Connell:
With respect to
Betty Gore's autopsy,

can you make
any such finding

as to if any of those blows
occurred after death?

There was only one wound,

and that was on the back
of the right forearm.

So, for all those other wounds
you just described,

- Betty Gore was alive?
- Yes, sir.

As Candy Montgomery
swung that axe

over and over
and over and over,

for almost all of
those 40 swings,

Betty Gore was alive?

Yes, sir.

Is it fair to say she suffered?

What do you think?

- Objection.
- Sustained.

O'Connell:
Doctor, according
to your medical report,

there were two cranial wounds
which were pointed at the top,

but squared off at the bottom.

- Yes, sir.
- Can you explain that?

The only explanation is that
the axe would've become stuck.

The killer would've had
to wiggle it back and forth

like a woodchopper
on top of a split log.

She would have had to wiggle it
to remove it from the bone

to then continue swinging.

How do you know
she resumed swinging again?

Dr. DiMaio:
Because there was another
blow that went even deeper.

That had to happen right after.

That went directly
into the cerebellum.

♪ ♪

O'Connell:
This killing, Doctor,

have you ever seen
anything like it before?

Never.

I pass the witness.

(papers crinkle)

Mr. Crowder?

Mr. Defense Counsel,
this would be
where you get to talk.

- (chair scrapes)
- (Don clears throat)

You testified that
for most of these blows,

- the victim was alive?
- Yes, sir.

Which means her heart
was beating?

Yes, sir.

Does that mean
she was conscious?

Not necessarily.

In fact, for...

the kinds of blows
we're talking about

on the top of the head,

there's a likelihood...

(echoing)
that for much of this,

she was unconscious.

(normal) True?

- Could be true.
- (chair creaks)

Don:
Chief Abbott
and Dr. Stone testified...

(echoing)
that a great struggle took place

between Candy Montgomery
and Betty Gore.

Do any of your findings
dispute this?

No.

(normal)
And from your examinations,

are you able to
make a determination

- as to who attacked who first?
- No.

Don:
Are you able to exclude
the possibility...

(echoing)
that Candy Montgomery was
attacked by Betty Gore,

and that Candy acted
in self-defense?

Dr. DiMaio (echoing):
There is no way
of me knowing that.

(normal)
Which means
you can't rule it out.

No.

(quiet murmuring)

Nothing further.

(inaudible)

Prosecution rests,
Your Honor.

(door opens)

- (door shuts)
- Mr. Crowder,

you may call
your first witness.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

As the hour is late,
Your Honor, uh,

we would ask that
we begin in the morning.

The hour's not that late.
Call your first witness.

Approach, Your Honor?

(quiet murmuring)

Your Honor, my first witness
is Candy Montgomery,

and she's not ready to testify.

Why not?

Don:
She took some medication

in order to calm her nerves.

She's gonna need some time.

I'll give you 10 minutes.

♪ ♪

(echoing, muffled)
She's gonna need more than that.

We should wait
and go tomorrow.

Judge Ryan (echoing, muffled):
Counsel, you got 10 minutes.

Tick...

Tick...

Tick...

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