The Fear of 13 Page #6
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- 2015
- 96 min
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They weren't taking him to
the hospital to get arrested,
so they dumped him,
stole his drugs, and he's dead.
So you don't have to
look for him no more.
All I wanted them to do
I was allowed out temporarily,
at which time I could abscond.
Jimmy was dead, they were going to
find out eventually, right?
They took me to the warden's office.
They brought me in, took my
handcuffs off, the warden goes,
"Hey, get him a drink, man.
Get him a cold drink. "
So they went out
and got me a Coca-Cola.
I'm sitting in a lounge chair,
no longer in a prison setting, like.
And I'm sitting there,
and he's got my file.
He's, like, "Oh, man,
you're a young guy.
"What are you charged
with all this for?
"You don't have any violence on your
record. What's this bullshit?
"Attempted murder? That doesn't
sound like you, Nick.
"You're a car thief.
What's going on here?"
I tell him my story.
Like a proud parent,
everyone's praising me.
In just a few hours,
I went from sitting there with
$100,000 bail waiting to go
to prison for the rest of my life
to being told
I was going to have a hearing
set up next week in which
released on my own recognisances
and my charges would be reduced to
nothing more than resisting arrest.
When they found
James Brisbois alive,
over with a feather.
Jimmy had gotten off the drugs,
got his life together.
I was screwed.
When they came back to me,
they knew two things.
One - James Brisbois had
nothing to do with that crime.
And I had more information
than anyone else.
It was all guesswork,
but it didn't matter to them.
KEYS JANGLE:
CELL DOOR OPENS:
I was charged with
the abduction, rape,
and murder of a woman
I'd never met in my life.
I was already sitting
in prison for the attempted murder
of a police officer.
I'm a 20-year-old drug addict,
who's been thrown
out of his own house
onto the streets by his own family.
What chance do I have?
In April,
the trial for the attempted murder
and kidnapping of Officer
Benjamin Wright was to begin.
By then, I had already been charged
with the murder of Linda Mae Craig,
so the media was having
a field day with stalker stories
and making me out to be
So, my trial began
He got up on the stand,
and he started telling a completely
different story than what
actually happened.
He said that when he pulled up to
the car, I had opened the door,
got out, and punched him
in the face,
and knocked his glasses
off his face.
He then said he was trying
while I pummelled him
a couple more times in the face,
before I reached down
and grabbed his gun
and took his gun from him,
the gun pointed directly at his face
when he heroically reached out
with both hands,
and grabbed the gun,
and pulled it from me
as it discharged
right next to his face.
And he had a photograph of his hand
with a 2.5cm scratch on it
to prove all of the things
that he said.
CHAIR SCRAPES:
And Sam Stretton,
my defence lawyer, got up
and calmly walked over
with the photograph in his hand,
placed the photograph down on the
bar of the witness box
in front of Officer Wright and said,
"Is it your testimony that
"in the face three times,
breaking your eyeglasses,
"he then took this pistol
and held it up,"
and said, "Hit you
in the face with it,
"like, a seven pound
metal object twice.
"Why didn't you photograph
your face?"
Officer Wright
knew that the jig was up.
He turned and said,
"I'm a good looking man.
"I didn't want the jury to see
my face all scratched up.
"I don't have to show that. "
He got all defiant.
The jury made this snorting,
scoffing kind of noise and, like,
everyone saw in that one moment
that his story was really a lie.
The jury deliberated for a very
short... very, very short time,
and came right back.
Not guilty of attempted murder.
Not guilty of kidnapping
of a police officer.
Not guilty - aggravated assault.
All charges - not guilty.
And then Barry Gross,
the prosecutor,
who is, like, really pissed off,
he was so angry, he tells the jury,
"You just let a murderer go,
you just let him go!"
And the jury foreman was this
woman who stood up and said,
"Excuse me, we didn't try that case.
"We tried this case, and your case
stinks. " And my mum said, "Yeah!
"That's right,
tell him again, lady. "
And it was the worst thing.
Oh, my God.
The very next week, Barry Gross
takes over the murder prosecution
and begins seeking
the death penalty.
I went from April, when I was
acquitted of all charges,
to the June trial for the murder
of Mrs Craig.
I was so scared.
Arthur Craig, the victim's husband,
was asked to testify.
That first click in the rotation.
IMITATES CLICK:
And, there it was,
the portrait photograph.
Mr Craig, Mrs Craig,
and their three adopted children
in a family-type setting.
And the prosecutor asked Arthur
Craig, "Is that it your wife?
"Can you identify the people
in the photograph?"
He did, along with his wife as well.
And then...
IMITATES CLICK:
.. there was Mrs Craig,
laid out on the autopsy table,
six stab wounds, clearly visible
and her broken teeth
and everything visible.
There was... a gasp, almost.
People were looking away.
IMITATES CLICK:
The next one.
The photograph was white and black.
But for when you got closer towards
that figure that was
covered in snow...
you could see the children's
footprints in white snow...
.. and then they scattered.
dark and lighter,
so you had to imagine it was
bloody...
and that they must have been
horrified as they looked down
and saw the treads
of their own feet, blood-soaked,
as they ran in different directions.
And the jury... they looked
up at the screen.
They looked at me.
And, like uniform animals
in one of those documentaries,
where they all do an alike thing,
they all went...
And it was the last time
any one of them could look at me.
I had just turned 21.
And they were going to take my life.
The only science that was available
in the early '80s was blood type.
That was the cutting
edge of technology
as far as identifying someone.
That was it.
And there was no real
evidence at my trial.
Not a signed confession,
not an eyewitness testimony,
no murder weapon.
Nothing but speculation
and circumstantial evidence.
But unfortunately, I shared the
same blood group as the murderer.
And at the time, that made me
a near slam dunk
for being probably
the person who did it.
And then in February of 1988,
there was this newspaper article
about DNA testing.
And I'm like blown away.
I can't believe I have the key
to my cell in my hands
because I knew
I didn't kill that woman.
I know none of my biological
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