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I never did get
to tell my side of the story.

I was accused of a crime I did not commit,

I was held without bail

in the East Clark County Detention Center,

awaiting trial.

I'd never been to jail before.

It's not a place you want to be.

The prosecution called on my cellmate

to testify against me.

He told them that I had
confessed to the murder

of Thomas Harrot.

It was a lie.

In exchange for his testimony,

my cellmate got a suspended sentence.

I wanted to take the stand,

but my public defender
told me it was a bad idea,

and I trusted him.

I thought jail was hell.

Then I got to the state pen.

I've been there for 18 years.

After being denied parole in 2000,

I began studying the law.

I figured if nobody was gonna help me,

I had to do it myself.

And I discovered there were
a lot of other innocent men

like me in prison.

There were new ways to prove that.

Then two years ago,
I ran into my cellmate again,

and he revealed to me that
the testimony against me

had been his lawyer's idea.

Everybody on the ground!

That's when I discovered

that we had the same lawyer--

the late Benjamin Tripp, Esquire.

Your Honors, my court-appointed lawyer

conspired against me,

and the county prosecutor
just looked the other way.

Now, this was more than
a conflict of interest.

This was collusion.

18 years ago,

I was denied my constitutional
right to a fair trial.

Under the law, I'm entitled
to have my day in court.

It was 1991, the night of
the Rampart Casino fire.

My first solo.

The victim, Thomas Harrot,

called 911 to report an
intruder in his house.

He was 91 years old and he lived alone.

First officer on the scene
found him down on the floor.

Blunt-force trauma to the head.

A rock was used to break a window,

and that appeared to be the point of entry.

The State Supreme Court
has granted Jeremy Kent

a new trial.

The standards and documentation

have changed substantially since '91,

so we're going to reexamine
all my old evidence.

The house was demo'd six months ago,

but I still have the crime scene sketch,

so I can walk you through it.

The house is dark.

There's no car out front.

Mr. Harrot

hadn't driven since he was 85.

So, to Kent,

the place must've looked empty.

Well, it says here two nearby houses

were also burglarized around the same time.

The first one was on Crawford,

and the second one on Skidmore.

Lights out.

No cars.

And a rock used to break the window.

A witness on Crawford saw a man

running down the driveway.

Recognized him as a neighborhood kid

and picked Kent out of a lineup.

Other than the rocks,
was there any evidence of Kent

at the other two houses?

No. The only physical evidence
that led to the suspect

was the print on the rock

that I found right here.

Kent came here to burg the place.

Yeah, and his plans changed
when he ran into Mr. Harrot.

Get out of my house!

Old man.

Half deaf. Half blind.

Mr. Harrot wasn't a threat.

There was no need to kill him.

I always thought that tipped the jury.

Did you recover a murder weapon?

No.

But the depression fractures

on the victim's skull suggested a hammer.

Follow me.

So, there's an alley here.

There was obviously a
number of shoe impressions

that evening, but this particular one

was right here.

It was unique because

it was fresh and it was facing the fence.

Now, Harrot's neighbors

reported that their motion light

came on.

So, I figured that maybe the suspect

jumped the fence.

So, I searched the yard.

I didn't find any shoe impressions

on the other side of the fence.

So, all you had was an eyewitness

who was a half a mile away,

testimony from Jeremy Kent's ex-cellmate,

and a single fingerprint from a rock.

Back then it was enough.

You got it figured out?

Legal just put this on my desk.

I've been subpoenaed by Jeremy Kent.

He's requesting

a pretrial conference.

Yeah, he probably wants to talk to you

about how he got life based on a rock.

* Who... are you?

* Who, who, who, who?

* Who... are you?

* Who, who, who, who?

* I really wanna know

* Who... are you?

* Oh-oh-oh * Who... *

* Come on, tell me who are you, you, you *

* Are you!

911. What's your emergency?

Someone tried to get in my house.

Are they still there, sir? Sir?

I hear someone in the other room.

I need the police. I'm all alone.

What is your address?

901 West Westcroft. Hurry.

I'm dispatching a unit.
Please remain on the phone, sir.

I'll be right back.

No, sir...

I'm going to see who's out there.

Be right back. Sir!

Stay with me, sir...

When the first officers arrived,

the phone was still off the hook.

Does that mean we have
the murder on tape? No.

The victim's bedroom faced the street,

so all we've got is a lot
of sirens passing by.

Figure they were going to the fire.

Fortunately, audio analysis

has come a long way since '91.

Be right back.

Play it again.

Be right back.

Sir?

Stay with me, sir...

Listen to the low end of the
frequency. Does that sound

like an engine to you?

Yeah.

I think I can isolate and amplify that.

It's closer to the phone than the sirens.

So, it had to be right outside the bedroom.

Three minutes into the call?

Cops didn't arrive for almost 25.

Can you match that engine

to a specific make and model?

Like the, uh, suspect's

1984 Pontiac 6000?

I can try.

Two depressed circular fractures

of the frontal skull.

Sam Barnard conducted the autopsy.

Minimal documentation.

Listed COD as intracranial hemorrhaging.

Can we call Dr. Barnard for a consult?

Passed away in '98.

Loved chili dogs, but his arteries didn't.

All right, two fractured
ribs on the left side.

A third fracture on the right,

and a dislocation from the vertebral column.

Barnard attributed all
of these other injuries

to the fall after the attack.

That's ridiculous.

A 90-year-old man may
have bones like eggshells,

but he can't possibly fall

on his left side and his
right side at the same time.

Logic dictates that the thoracic injuries

were sustained prior to the head blow.

Beaten, then killed.

You couldn't get away with
this quality of work today.

Hey.

I dug up the original ME's notes.

And what did the good doctor have to say

about the hairline fractures
to the femur and the tibia?

He described them as
age-related, osteoporotic

degeneration.

They could've just as easily
been caused by a struggle.

At the time you investigated
the Harrot murder,

how long had you been
employed by Las Vegas PD?

18 months.

Oh, that's all?

Prior

to the Thomas Harrot murder,

you always worked under a supervisor?

Yes. So,

this case was your first
unsupervised investigation?

It was my first solo case.

But all my casework was
reviewed by my supervisor. Well,

regardless, it was in your best
interest to get a conviction?

I don't deal in convictions.
That's for the jury.

Still...

worked out pretty good for you.

Better than it did for me.

Is that a question?

Oh, I'm sorry if I'm wasting your time here.

It's just I've been in here for 18 years

for something I didn't do.

So, all I've got is time.

You know, I met a drug dealer

in here who knew your husband,
Eddie Willows.

Apparently, he was a very good customer.

I heard he died.

My condolences.

I'm sorry, what was the question?

Were you taking any drugs, legal or illegal,

at the time you were
processing this crime scene?

No. Was it

because you were pregnant?
How is your daughter?

How is that relevant?

Oh, I'm laying a foundation.

That's how we refer to it
in the legal community.

Now, having a child is a
life-altering experience.

Did your pregnancy influence your judgment?

No.

So, your condition didn't impose

any-any limits to the
chemicals you could use

in processing the crime scene?

No, all the evidence I collected
was bagged and tagged,

and all the tests were
conducted by the experts.

Who, like yourself, are all employees

of the Las Vegas Police Department

and, therefore, inclined

to give their employer
the answers they want.

I don't trust your lab results.

Which is why you can exercise your right

to hire the expert of your choosing

to reexamine the evidence.

Right, at my own expense.

You see, I haven't earned

that much money in the last 18 years.

Hey.

I got the blood exemplar for Thomas Harrot

from cold storage,

but the lab wasn't doing DNA back then,

so Catherine's got to get a
buccal sample from the suspect.

What are you looking for?

The blood stains that Catherine analyzed

are consistent with the victim,

but the lab didn't have ALS until 1995.

So, I'm thinking it's possible

that there was an area

of non-visible blood from the suspect

that Catherine couldn't see.

Hmm.

What does that look like to you?

A giant sperm cell.

Maybe a big comma.

Catherine never recovered the murder weapon,

but she always suspected
that it was a hammer.

Speaking of evidence,

per the ASCLD regulations,

all current evidence examinations

must meet the 2009 forensic standards.

You've done your homework.

Which brings me to the only
physical piece of evidence

we have in this case,
which is item number CW-2,

the rock which you claim you found

in Mr. Harrot's living room.

Now, I was convicted

on a five point of minutia match,

which,

per ASCLD regulations,
is far from conclusive today.

Which makes the print

more prejudicial than probative.

I maintain that that print belongs

to the real killer of Thomas Harrot.

And I am filing a motion with the court

to have the rock excluded.

Have you got anything else?

Yes or no?

Hey, we got a big problem.

Bigger than "crime is up,
and our budget is down"?

Jeremy Kent is filing a motion

to throw out the only physical evidence

linking him to the crime scene.

Ah, the infamous rock, huh?

Yeah. ADA says that it
could be up to the judge.

Was your ridge structure faded or broken?

How strong are your
points of identification?

Well, strong enough to confirm
an ID and get a conviction.

Catherine. Okay.

It wasn't a road map.

It was a difficult comparison.

Then let's not take a chance on losing this.

Oh, I know. I know.

Go back to the rock.

I reexamined the rock.

Enhanced the ridge detail in Photoshop,

which we didn't have in '91.

I developed a unique pattern within the core

and matched it to Kent's ten card print.

Is that a smiley face?

You don't see those every day.

He lied. He was there.

I have something, too.

It's a theory.

Um, we'll need to go back to the scene.

The toe end of the impression
was deeper than the heel end,

which tells me...

that the toe exerted more
pressure than the heel.

Which wouldn't have been the case

if Kent was just standing here.

How tall is he?

He's about your height.

I can't see over the fence, unless...

I missed that. The neighbors'

motion sensor light went off, right?

Yes.

But you found no evidence of the
suspect being in their yard?

Right.

Yet something had to set it off.

Maybe he... Maybe he tossed the weapon.

Well, I searched the yard,

and I went back the next day
and searched it again, and...

The first thing Grissom taught me--

people never look up.

*

Ray!

I've seen some crazy stuff in my day,

but this has got to take the prize.

Smoking hammer in a tree. Yes.

You remember how tall this tree was

back in '91?

I think it was just below the roof line.

Jury's never gonna believe this No.

unless we document the hell out of it.

So, let's go back and get the video camera

and the chain saw.

I sent a copy of the videotape

over to the DA's office.

I think we may have Kent's
prints in the victim's blood.

Over time,

the bark must have encapsulated the prints

like a fossil.

Ray, if this is the murder weapon,

we have Kent dead to rights.

*

According to Wendy,

the blood on the murder
weapon was from Thomas Harrot.

It's all coming together.

Just give me the results.

I get it.

You're a little touchy

because you missed something the first time.

Murder weapon, which was your whole case.

But, as of now,

Catherine Willows, you are a rock star.

Am I going to be able to
explain this to the jury?

You know, I'm available for
court testimony, if needed.

Okay?

Now, first, I chemically tested
the metal part of the hammer,

and I found ferric oxide.

While not specific, it does indicate

that the hammer was exposed to the elements

for a long period of time.

Next, I documented

the growth of the tree around the hammer

using photos from the original crime scene,

and the photos that you took today.

Quercus agrifolia-- desert oak-- grows about

six to eight inches a year, which means that

your tree probably grew
about nine feet in 18 years.

A bark collar grew around the hammer

during that period of time, which confirms

that the hammer was in
the tree for many years.

And therefore, no one can
accuse you of planting it.

Pardon the pun.

Unfortunately,

the scientific improbability
of getting a viable print

or DNA is a completely separate issue,

but... I'll back you.

Good to know.

Hey, Catherine.
Did you get any usable prints

off the hammer?

Yeah. Two.

Neither one of them is
a match to Jeremy Kent.

What?

Yeah, I did a visual comparison.

Mandy peer reviewed.

I'm sorry, Catherine.

It just... It isn't him.

When Kent discovers

you found the murder weapon

with someone else's prints on it,

he's going to fast track
himself to an acquittal.

We have the print on the rock,

which still puts him at the scene.

But Kent's prints aren't on the hammer.

So, clearly, there was an accomplice

who probably committed the murder.

Yeah. Who we still need to identify.

Obviously.

Okay, pretrial hearing is in 48 hours.

You're gonna have to reveal the prints then.

It would be nice if Kent
would give us a name.

Yeah, well, why would he?

He's kept it a secret for 18 years.

Then ask without asking.

Sweat him with the rock evidence.

The judge denied your motion.

The rock's back in play.

I reexamined the rock.

I enhanced the fingerprint and photoed it.

And this time around,

I found several highly unique points

of comparison, including this

happy face pattern,

which is an exact match to your print.

And that print puts you at the crime scene.

You were there.

You killed Thomas Harrot.

Mr. Kent, if there's another explanation,

other than the obvious,

now would be a good time to come clean.

Once you're wearing these,

nobody believes anything
that you have to say.

Try me.

I was there,

but I didn't kill the guy.

I needed to make some fast money.

I broke into those other two houses.

I picked them because it looked like

nobody was at home.

The old man's house was my third stop.

I went inside, there's a body on the floor.

I got the hell out of there.

Why not just call 911?

Yeah, "Hello, I just broke into a house,

"and I found a dead body on the floor.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I'll just
wait right here for you."

Look, I was a reckless punk,

and I messed up big-time.

I broke the law.

But I did not kill that old man.

Somebody else did that.

Why didn't you mention this

18 years ago?

Because my lawyer advised me

not to admit that I was
at the scene of the crime.

It was the only honest piece
of advice he ever gave me.

You know what would give
your story more credibility?

If you could ID the other suspect.

Lady, if I would've seen him,

that would've been the first
thing out of my mouth.

But whoever killed Harrot

was long gone by the time I got there.

We're done here.

Oh, sure, yeah.

Why would you admit to making a mistake

that cost me the last 18 years of my life?

All I want is my life back.

Is that asking too much?

Hey.

Jim.

Thanks for coming by.

Sure, you bet.

So, we're all just
passengers on the time train.

Well, you got that right.

So, you hit a snag.

Well, Jeremy Kent now admits

that he was at the Harrot house.

And when he got there,
the old man was already dead.

I call that "perp fiction."

The problem is,
is that his story is consistent

with the new evidence I
have yet to disclose.

Oh, come on, Catherine, you know...

I had this guy pegged as the bad guy

the minute I laid eyes on him
18 years ago, and so did you.

What if he's telling the truth?

Wrong place, wrong time.

Oh, you gotta tune that out.

That's all bull.

All that matters is what you got on him.

Now, these guys lie because, well,
because they're good at it

and because they're hiding something.

And the thing they're hiding is usually

the thing that makes them guilty.

A million years ago, uh,
back when Eddie and I

first started dating, we,
uh, went to a party

and, um, you know, we drank our fair share

and it was time to leave
and he tosses me the keys

'cause I'm the responsible one.

So, you know, I'm driving

and he starts singing this stupid song,

which I've completely
blanked from my memory,

and one moment I'm just
laughing hysterically

and the next he has grabbed
the wheel from my hands

because I almost ran over a man.

And in that moment,
my life would've changed completely,

because of a bad decision.

So...

What makes me any different
than Jeremy Kent?

You know, Eddie was right.

You are the responsible one.

And if you had hit that guy,

you would've called the cops.

Because you would've taken responsibility

for your actions.

Now, Jeremy Kent is a jailhouse lawyer.

He's a scumbag.

His freedom, his whole life

depends upon getting you to doubt yourself.

Don't let him live rent free in your head.

I need your help.

I want to run the case.

Does the evidence support
my initial conclusion

that Jeremy Kent killed Thomas Harrot?

I'll start.

The print on the rock is
even stronger than before.

The broken window was the
only sign of forced entry,

and Kent admits to it.

Unknown shoe impression
at the victim's yard.

Same size but never matched

to any of Jeremy Kent's shoes.

That makes it equivocal.

Archie is still working on the 911 tape,

trying to match the engine noise

to Kent's car.

Two unknown prints on the murder weapon.

Neither one is a match to Kent.

Sounds like that would exclude him.

What if...

What if... he really did kill the old man

and a second suspect tossed
the hammer over the fence?

An accomplice would make sense.

Seven out of ten breaking and entering cases

in Las Vegas involve multiple suspects.

That would mean that the second suspect

probably touched it last,

which is why we only got his prints.

If there was an accomplice,
why didn't Kent give him up?

Because sometimes there
is honor among thieves.

If he knew he was going down,

why drag someone else down with him?

I don't know about that.

If any of these guys thought
they could cut a deal,

they'd roll over on their mother.

I think you're both right.

People are motivated by self-interest.

But there are certain human bonds

that trump even our base instincts--

love, blood, fear.

Right, there's people I love

but I wouldn't go to prison for any of them.

My money's on fear.

So, what would Kent have to be afraid of?

He wasn't connected to a
gang or organized crime.

What about his family?

He was living on his own.

His closest relative was an uncle.

Sometimes your friends are your family.

Did you check the prison visitor log?

The DA said that he's
never had any visitors.

Kent never made it to college.

Most of his friends were
probably from high school.

Okay, I'll call the high school,

get his yearbooks, see if any

of his old teachers still work there.

We find the accomplice, we find the truth.

Hey, Arch. Hey.

Got your text. Check this out.

A forensic auto expert

sent me over an engine

signature database.

So, I compared the noise

on the 911 tape to a Pontiac 6000.

No match.

That's okay. We have a new theory

that Kent had an accomplice.

Maybe the car on the tape belongs to him.

Well, that explains a lot.

Hear that jingling sound?

Yeah, like, uh,

keys shaking together. Mm-hmm.

That's a heat riser from a '60s-
or '70s-era Dodge engine.

Now...

from zero to 27 seconds,
that jingling is constant.

Tells me the car was idling.

Maybe one of them went into the house

while the other one waited in the car.

Look, at 27 seconds,
the engine revs up and down.

Somebody's hitting the gas.

At 27 seconds, Thomas Harrot

was on the phone with the 911 operator

saying someone was already in his house.

Listen to this.

At two minutes and 45 seconds into the tape,

the Dodge revs and drives away.

And then 10 seconds before that...

Wait, slow that down.

Play it again.

Car doors slamming?

Two separate doors.

There was definitely two of them.

So, we know at some point
they were both out of the car.

Question is, were they both in the house?

Something about the hammer prints

wasn't really sitting right with me,

so I reexamined it.

Now, the full print on the shaft,

that's a no-brainer,
that's clearly not Kent's.

But the partial?

That's a different story altogether.

Check out the, uh, the top edge here.

That's not print surface,
that's regular skin.

I think the suspect was
holding the hammer like this.

You can see the inside edge of
my pinky is covering the base.

There could've been other prints,

but they weren't in blood

so they wouldn't have
been preserved over time.

You only got a ten card on Kent.

That doesn't include the
inside of his fingers.

Need to get some major
case prints on this guy.

That partial could be his.

Thank you, Nick.

You're welcome.

- Let me guess
-- you still go through

your high school yearbooks?

Like you don't?

I can't. I burnt them.

It was very cathartic.

Oh, look, here he is.

Jeremy Kent and Sabrina Littee.

You know, Archie identified
a Dodge from the 911 tape.

This could be it.

That's not just any Dodge.

That's a '68 Super Bee.

Classic muscle car.

We got the license. Yeah.

Okay, the car was registered

to an Arthur Littee

from 1988 to 1993.

Want to bet she's his daughter?

Maybe Sabrina took Daddy's car
out for a night out on the town.

I'll call Brass.

Oh. Hello, young man.

I'm a police officer.

I'm looking for Sabrina Owen.

Hey, Mom, somebody's at the door!

And tell Sam and Katie to hurry up!

Hi. Oh, uh, hi.

I'm I'm Detective Jim Brass,
Las Vegas Police.

Are you Sabrina Owen,
used to be Sabrina Littee?

Yes.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'd like to ask you

a few questions about Jeremy Kent.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, guys.

Uh-uh, slow down.

You're on the pink team. Sorry.

Yes, yes.

Jeremy Kent.

Wow, I haven't...

I haven't heard that
name in such a long time.

I'll bet.

Isn't he, um, isn't he in prison?

Well, he's trying to get out.

He's been granted a new trial.

I'm just doing some routine follow up.

I know the two of you went
to high school together.

What can you tell me about him?

Oh, um...

I remember he liked to
play up his bad boy rep

to impress the girls.

Did it work?

Did it work on you?

Uh, no.

No.

I mean, he definitely tried, so.

I mean, the truth is,

I didn't really know him that well.

Then how come he was driving
your father's Super Bee

the night he killed Thomas Harrot?

Mom! We're going to be late!

Just a minute.

Okay, look...

Jeremy and I were dating, but nobody knew.

We kept it a secret.

Why?

Because I wanted it that way.

He wasn't my type, and that was the appeal.

You know how it is.

Hmm. What about the car?

So, yeah, yeah, I-I let
Jeremy use the car sometimes.

I didn't know how to say no to him.

Where were you the night of the murder?

I was at home with my parents

watching news coverage of the
Rampart fire. KATIE: Mom!

I'm going to need some
contact information on them.

Mom, we're going to be late!

Just a minute!

Mountain View Cemetery, plot 921.

Look, I'm sorry.

Look, my husband's an attorney.

So, don't talk to me, talk to him.

No, no, I understand.

I understand. I totally understand.

Listen, this is a, uh...

this is a warrant for the Super Bee.

According to the DMV,

it's currently registered to you now.

So, we're going to take the car.

Enjoy the game.

*

*

We've got something.

That look like blood?

What are the odds that's
window glass from the house?

About the same

as finding a hammer in a tree.

The elemental composition of the glass

that you found in the
car is indistinguishable

from the exemplars that you
collected 18 years ago.

Also...

both had traces of diazinon.

Insecticide?

Yes, indeedy.

Which was banned in 1999.

So...

I'll give you a money-back guarantee

that this piece of glass

was once part of the
victim's living room window.

Hey, I just got your results.

She's fast, but she's thorough.

Um, the blood on the glass did
not belong to Jeremy Kent.

It was female, and it wasn't in CODIS.

Okay, so, we know

that Kent and his accomplice

both entered the house
through the broken window.

Didn't the getaway car
belong to his girlfriend?

Yeah.

We have

DNA that puts your wife at the crime scene.

You were there with Jeremy, weren't you?

Don't answer that.

You better come up with some answers

or you're not going anywhere.

Jeremy got me pregnant...

Don't say a word.

Listen.

My client was a 16-year-old kid

who got mixed up

with the wrong guy.

But she got herself straightened out.

We've been married for 15 years.

I adopted our son Tyler.

There's no conspiracy here.

And we are here as a courtesy.

So, either you charge her

or we walk.

Who are you-- the lawyer or
the husband? Which one is it?

I want to talk.

Not until we have an agreement.

No, honey, I want to talk.

Jeremy got me pregnant.

I couldn't tell my parents about the baby.

He said we could move to LA,

start over.

We didn't have the money.

He promised me that he was
going to get the money

and I was naive, you know.

I was naive to believe him.

So you were with him when
he robbed those houses?

Sabrina, I am advising you

not to say anything else.

I waited in the car.

You didn't wait in the car
at Thomas Harrot's house.

I did.

At first.

The house was

supposed to be empty.

But then, I heard Jeremy's voice

and I knew something was wrong.

So what happened when you went inside?

I saw the old man lying on the floor.

And Jeremy was standing
over him holding a hammer.

He was already dead.

We have your fingerprints in blood

on that hammer. You're lying.

Get out of my house!

I didn't kill him.

No, no, no. No.

Jeremy gave me the hammer to throw away.

Honey.

Honey.

You believe me, don't you?

Counselor, why don't you explain

to your client the felony murder rule?

Why don't you explain it to her?

'Cause I don't know who you are anymore.

Baby...

Honey, don't leave me.

Honey, please don't leave me.

Baby, I'm begging you.

Baby, please don't leave me!

Oh, God!

Sit down.

Relax.

Sit down.

Oh, my God!

The felony murder rule states

that when a murder is committed,

during the commission of a felony,

like a burglary,

all the participants can be charged

with first-degree murder...

regardless of who actually
swings the hammer.

Let me lay out our case
that we have against you

and your accomplice.

Due to the granting of your new trial,

the lab reopened your case.

We found the murder weapon,

a claw hammer.

And we found your print

on the base of the handle of that hammer.

And we found your
accomplice's print in blood

on the body of that handle.

We've identified your
accomplice as Sabrina Owen,

formerly Sabrina Littee...

your girlfriend

at the time of the murder.

And she's made a full
statement implicating you

as the killer of Mr. Thomas Harrot.

You're freaking lying to me.

These are copies of all pertinent documents,

as well as a transcript

of Mrs. Owen's sworn confession.

"I saw the old man on the floor.

"Jeremy was standing over him,
holding a hammer.

He was already dead."

I can't believe she would do this to me.

Yeah, you protected her

for 18 years and she sold
you out in five minutes.

I kept my mouth shut

so my kid would have a mother.

Everything I've done I did for them.

Why did you ask for a new trial?

You had to have known that we
might find out about Sabrina.

No, I didn't.

Not after all this time.

Then why?

'Cause I'm entitled to a fair trial.

But you're still guilty.

I just think it was more than that.

I mean, you've been in here for 18 years,
she's been out there

with your kid, living a normal life.

I think you just got tired

of having to pay for the
crime all by yourself.

All I think about in here is that kid

who has no idea I even exist.

Sabrina never visited me once.

She never wrote.

She never even sent a
photo of my girl or boy.

I don't even...

I don't even know a name.

Your son's name is Tyler.

Did Sabrina cut a deal?

No deal.

She's been charged.

She'll stand trial.

So, she'll testify against me.

That's up to the DA.

Well, you tell the DA

to make sure that happens.

You're hoping that your son will be there.

Might be the only chance I
have in my life to see him.

That's not right.

Maybe not.

But...

you had a choice.

Thomas Harrot didn't.

I'm saving

my sympathy for him.