True Story Page #6

I ran into the living room.

I grabbed MaryJane

and lifted her to her feet.

And I was...

I was yelling,

"What happened to Maddie?

"What...

What's wrong with her?"

And that's when I realized,

what about Zach and Sadie?

And when I said

their names out loud,

MaryJane got hysterical.

She started hitting me

with her fists.

And I was saying,

"You have to control yourself.

"You have to

tell me what happened."

I was just trying to shake her.

She looked me right in the eye.

And she said,

"You did this.

"This is your fault."

And I didn't know

what she was talking about.

And then she said,

"You did this.

"You killed us."

So, I had her

up against the wall

and I was just trying

to get her to tell me

where the kids were.

I was shoving her,

just trying to force her

to tell me.

But I know I...

I lost control.

I was so angry.

What did she say?

She said,

they were in the water.

Order, please.

She said they were in the bay.

And she slumped to the floor.

I...

picked her up by her throat.

She grabbed my forearm.

But she let me do it.

And I know that's how she died.

What did you do then?

I went and got the

big suitcase

and a little suitcase.

And I put MaryJane

in the big suitcase.

And I intended to do

the same with Madison

when my heart stopped.

Because

she was still breathing.

Not very well, but she was.

So I laid her down.

And

even though she was breathing,

I considered her already dead.

There was nothing

I could do for her.

Nothing.

So I,

put my hand over her,

little neck.

And I squeezed.

I could feel the life

going out of her.

And then she breathed again.

So I squeezed harder.

And then,

I realized I couldn't...

I couldn't put her

in the suitcase like that.

It was too big.

I just wanted her

to be comfortable.

So I... I lay in

some of her clothes.

I put in

all her favorite things.

All the things that

would make her happy.

And her favorite teddy bear.

It was almost like

the teddy bear died

when she died.

And then I took the suitcases

out to the bay and I

put them in the water.

And I drove to the bridge.

And I just...

I just stayed there,

thinking about my children.

Why do you think

she would do this?

Why not just take

the kids and leave?

She told me once

that if I ever left her,

she wouldn't be able to go on.

And so by doing this

maybe she was trying to show

me how much I meant to her.

Maybe she thought she

could make something good

out of two things that were bad.

Like a double negative.

The defense rests.

Court adjourned.

I have something for you.

It's my correspondence

from Longo.

Look.

I have over

100 letters back home.

This one was over 80 pages.

You should submit this.

Did you write back?

Sometimes.

Pen pals.

You might want to

look after them.

You're gonna need them

for that book.

This is material evidence.

You want to see what

material evidence looks like,

you come by my office.

But you can put that away.

It's done.

If you had legally

compelled me to testify,

you would have had this.

It could have

influenced the jury.

Yeah, I know.

If they find for manslaughter,

he might be out in a few years.

But in the end,

you wouldn't have made a very good witness,

credibility-wise.

You've been through a sort of

trial of your own recently.

And the verdict was

you're a liar.

We better hope the jury comes to

the same conclusion about him.

I thought you'd be taller.

Why?

I don't know.

Maybe because

he looks up to you.

No. I look up to him.

Is it too cold for you in here?

No, I'm fine.

Is... Is he okay?

I was hoping you could tell me.

Well, we don't talk

as much anymore.

That's two of us.

I haven't seen

a woman in so long.

Looking at you is

like seeing the ocean.

I'm more of a pond, I think.

Can I play you something?

"Se la mia morte brami."

"If you crave my death."

Carlo Gesualdo wrote it in 1611,

a few years after killing

his wife and newborn son.

His wife had a lover.

So he tracked them down

with a hunting knife.

He stabbed her many,

many times all over her body.

And as she was bleeding

to death on the floor,

he forced the lover

to strip her naked,

put on her bloody nightdress

and humiliate himself.

Before shooting him in the head.

Then he went upstairs

and beat his infant son to death

against the side of his crib.

That music is almost

beautiful enough

to make me forget him,

listening to something

written by a man

who broke his baby's skull

on a piece of furniture.

But not quite.

You see, Mike wants to

try and understand you.

I think he believes that

if he can understand you,

then maybe he can

understand himself.

But I don't want

to understand you at all.

You're a murderer.

You kill women and children.

You're a narcissist who resents

every single second of

attention not given to you.

I'm here to tell you that

whatever else is coming to you,

you will never ever escape

what you are.

Members of the jury,

have you come to a verdict

in the case of

the State of Oregon

against the defendant,

Christian Michael Longo?

We have, Your Honor.

Clerk of the court,

let the verdict be submitted.

For the murder of Sadie Longo,

how do you find the defendant?

Guilty, Your Honor.

And for

the murder of Zachary Longo,

how do you find the defendant?

Guilty, Your Honor.

For the murder of MaryJane Longo,

should the defendant receive

a sentence of death?

To this question,

the jury has answered yes.

For the murder of Madison Longo,

Zachary Longo,

and Sadie Longo,

to this question,

the jury has answered yes.

The jury is dismissed.

Okay.

It's done. I'll be outside.

Order.

Order.

Mr. Longo,

you had the opportunity

to spare the relatives

of your victims further pain

by admitting the true extent

of your crime.

Instead,

you manipulated this court

like you manipulated your family

despite the overwhelming

evidence against you.

Blaming your wife

for killing her own children

was a grotesque betrayal,

both of her and her memory.

You must have realized

no one would believe you.

Quite frankly,

you are a mystery to me.

And, God willing,

you will remain so.

I therefore place you

in the custody of

the Oregon Department

of Corrections

for transport to death row

at the Oregon

State Penitentiary.

Court is adjourned.

I knew you'd come.

You look good.

I'm still writing.

Nobody wrote me back

at first, which hurt.

And I must be getting better,

because, I've had

two marriage proposals.

Good luck with that.

The only good thing

that came out of all this

is that I got to meet you.

And I even screwed that up.

I regret that.

Me, too.

Yeah.

Is that why you wrote to me?

You're ready?

To tell the truth?

I did it.

I killed MaryJane.

When I got there that night,

she was straddling the bed

and she was pushing a pillow

down towards the mattress.

Underneath, I saw Madison.

Fighting.

I don't know

why she was doing it,

but I was furious that

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