The Thin Blue Line Script - Dialogue Transcript

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The Thin Blue Line Script




In October, my brother and I left Ohio.

We were driving to California.



We got into Dallas on a Thursday night.



Friday morning, while I'm eating eggs

and drinking coffee, I get a good job.



All these people

are supposedly out of work.



I'm not in town a half a day,

and I've got a job.



Everything clicked.

It's as if I was meant to be here.



I'd run away from home a couple

of times. Once or twice. I don't know.



And this all started,

David is running away from home.



And he takes... I took

a pistol of my dad's and a shotgun.



Took a neighbor's car.



I had broken into their house

and got the keys to it.



I forget exactly what it was.



Ended up coming to Dallas.



I went to work and no one showed up.



Being a weekend, sometimes

they worked, sometimes they didn't.



On the way home, I ran out of gas.



And as I was walking down the street

with the gas can...



a person, at that time, pulled over.



I guess since I had the gas can...



he figured I was out of gas.

I wasn't     yards from the car.



And being Thanksgiving weekend,

there was no gas stations open.



He stopped and asked me

if I needed any help.



I'm driving down some street

somewhere in Dallas.



I had just turned   .



And there was a guy over there,

I think he'd run out of gas...



I took him to get some gas.

This was Randall Adams.



Ended up following him where

him and his brother were staying.



Eventually, that evening...



we went out and got some beer.



We smoked a little marijuana

and what have you.



Went to a movie that night.



I get up, I go to work on Saturday.



Why did I meet this kid? I don't know.



Why did I run out of gas at that time?

I don't know. But it happened.



The day they picked me up, December   .



They took me upstairs.

What floor, I don't know.



But they put me in a little room.



Gus Rose walked in.



He had a confession there

he wanted me to sign.



He said that I would sign.



He didn't give a damn what I said.

I would sign this piece of paper.



I told him I couldn't.



"I don't know what the hell

you people expect of me.



"But there's no way I can sign that."



He left. He came back in    minutes.



And threw a pistol on the table.



Asked me to look at it. Which I did. I looked.



He asked me to pick it up.



I told him no, I wouldn't do that.



He threatened me.



Again, I told him no.



He pulled his service revolver on me.



We looked at each other for...

To me, it seemed hours.



I do not like looking down

the barrel of a pistol.



I do not like being threatened.



When he finally saw

that he would either have to kill me...



or forget the signature...



I guess he forgot the signature,

because he put his pistol up.



He took the pistol on the table,

put it up and stormed out.



I had a casual, friendly conversation

with him to start with...



to try to size him up...



to see what he liked and what he didn't like.



I found almost immediately

that he didn't have much conscience.



Anything he had done,

it never really bothered him.



He had done other things

that he told me about...



that didn't seem to bother him in the least.



He showed no expression whatsoever.



It's just like he's sitting here

talking about the color of this wall...



or the shooting of the police officer.



He showed no reaction

to any of the questions.



He almost overacted his innocence.



He protested he hadn't done anything.



Couldn't imagine

why we were bringing him in.



He didn't fight or he didn't resist.



He just protested his innocence.



I told them what happened that

Saturday, that I had met this kid.



I kept telling them the same thing.



They didn't want to believe me.



Never once was I allowed a phone call.



Never once was an attorney there.



I don't know how long this had been.



I had smoked two packs of cigarettes

and had been out for a long time.



Wood didn't take his ticket book

out of the car.



He left it in the car on the front seat...



which indicates

that he was not going to write a ticket.



What he was probably going to do

was have them turn on the headlights.



He didn't know that the car was stolen.



I think that there's a very good chance...



that he was going

to check the driver's license...



and tell him to turn on his headlights,

and let the guy be on his way.



Officer Wood's wife had purchased him...



a bulletproof vest

and had it under the Christmas tree.



Or had it stored away,

to give to him at Christmastime.



His partner was one of the first

female police officers...



that was assigned to patrol.



They were from the Northwest Station.

Just patrol officers following the clock.



Working the graveyard shift and everything.



They had been into a fast-food

restaurant. And she had a malt.



This car came by, these

two dudes in it, with no lights on.



It wasn't a serious problem...



but he just pulled up,

turned his lights on to stop him.



Just to warn the man

that his lights were off.



Got out of the car and walked up.



Before he got to the window,

where the driver was...



he was in the right position.



This man just turned around and just...



with a little small-caliber pistol.



The first shot hit him in the arm.



He had his flashlight. It hit

the flashlight and went into his arm.



The next one hit him right in the chest.



The officer falls in the street

and he was in the first traffic lane.



He lay there and bled to death.



So she's out of the car.



She empties her pistol

at the fleeing suspect...



and she runs to his aid.



Procedure says you grab the radio

and call for an ambulance.



Common sense would tell you that.

But what do you do?



And that time, she's so... just tore down.



And the blood.

An enormous amount of blood.



How do we hold her responsible

for not following procedure?



But the main thing was, she

couldn't remember the license number.



When we started putting facts together

on how much information we had...



from the leads we had,

we found out we didn't have anything.



The only thing that we knew

we were looking for was a blue Vega.



Probably every Vega that was

registered in the state of Texas...



was stopped and checked.



We had people calling the office...



saying, "I've got a Vega and it's not blue.



"But would you come out

and be sure to check it.



"Be sure it's not mine, because

I don't want to get stopped anymore.



"I'm afraid."



If you're the investigator

assigned to the murder...



you get frustrated with other witnesses.



But when you got a police officer

that witnessed it...



you expect that they would know

a little more than she knew.






When there's a two-person unit,

when either one approaches the car...



the other positions himself

to the right rear...



where they can watch

all the activity in the car.



And if the man on the left of the driver

gets in trouble...



their partner is in a position to help.



Speculation was, at the time...



that his partner was sitting in the car.



That's where the discrepancies were.



Just a matter of time, and whether

or not she was out of the car...



completely out of the car,

or partially in the car...



or just sitting in there with the door closed.



And the thing I think we did then

that really helped...



It didn't really help anything at all.

Let me back up.



But it was interesting,

and it cost a lot of money...



but it was worthwhile.

You got to cover every trail.



A guy out of California...



I don't recall his name,

he was an expert in hypnosis.



He came down,

hypnotized her and questioned her.



What was interesting was...



she couldn't remember anything

particularly about the car.



She remembered getting a malt.



They'd stopped in the fast-food.

It was a Whataburger.



They remembered all that,

and stopping the car.



Got back on the road.

She didn't remember anything.



But she remembered a license number

off a hit-and-run vehicle...



that they had worked earlier in the night.



It was getting awfully close to Christmas.



We'd never gone that long in Dallas

without clearing a murder of an officer.



We'd had several killed,

but we'd cleared them pretty quick.



And this case had gone a month,

or nearly a month...



and we still hadn't cleared it.



We finally got the break that cleared it.

It came out of Vidor, Texas.



Mr. Calvin Cunningham, who lives

in Vidor, had his home broken into...



and his little Mercury Comet stolen.



We felt as though

David had committed that crime.



For several days, though,

he was missing. We couldn't find him.



It was one afternoon, one of our

officers spotted Cunningham's car...



on North Main Street, here in Vidor.



David abandoned the vehicle

and ran on foot.



We started getting

little bits of information, though...



that David had been involved in a

shooting in Dallas of a police officer.



We would always get

third-hand rumor, fourth-hand rumor.



So we went back to a few of his other

comrades in crime, we could call them.



They said,

"We thought he was just bragging.



"We didn't really take him seriously."



Sitting down, watching the

evening news, well, the night news.



My father was asleep on the couch.



Heard somebody knocking at the door.

It was David Harris.



I let him in. He came in.



He was standing there beside my chair...



and a news broadcast advertised

about a police officer shot in Dallas.



Right then and there he starts

swearing up and down.



He says, "I swear to God,

I shot that fucking pig."



He says, "I'm the one that killed him."



Somewhere around Dallas,

they got pulled over.



I think he said because

they were checking out a stolen car.



He said that the cop had pulled him over...



and walked up to the window.



When the cop came,

he rolled down the window...



and just pulled the gun up and shot him.



He swore up and down.



He made a big scene about it.

Jumped up and down...



trying to get anybody and everybody...



to listen to him.

"Yeah, I shot that son of a gun."



And everybody said,

"Sure you did, David. Sure."



"I swear to God I killed that cop."



I asked him if he'd been to Dallas.

He denied having been to Dallas.



I asked him if he'd been involved

in any shooting...



or knew anything about a shooting,

and he denied that to the end.



Which is fairly consistent with David.

Even if he had some involvement...



his first way that he always treats you,

he would deny.



Then, if he felt as though

you really knew he had done it...



then he would be truthful with you.



He give me a pistol, a.   caliber pistol.



He showed it to me. He says,

"That's the one I shot him with."



He gave me the pistol.



I didn't really consider it that much.



I don't guess I really realized

he did shoot the cop.



He led me to a swampy area...



several hundred yards

behind his residence in Rose City.



There was a sock under water.

He said, "There it is."



And he had sprayed this sock with boot oil.



When we retrieved the gun...



I said, "I better do something with it.

It's going to rust up."



Even the time that I saw the gun

at the trial in Dallas...



it looked just as good

as when I'd taken it out of the swamp.



So he had taken pretty good care of it,

even though he did put it under water.



He got to thinking...



"I didn't do that

and I've been saying that I did...



"and I'm in over my head now,

I better tell them what happened.



"Because they are going to send me

to the penitentiary for life...



"if I don't tell them what really happened."



So he said, "I am just bragging about this.



"I didn't do it, but I was there,

and I know who did do it."



And, of course, he came clean then.



He tried to hide no facts.



He just seemed like a friendly kid.



I may have talked to him

   or    minutes on a friendly basis...



just to keep him friendly.



We didn't want to make him mad.



But we didn't want him to tell us

something that he thought.



We wanted him to tell us what we knew.



It wasn't very long until I realized

that what he knew...



was the facts of the case,

and it matched with what we knew.



And it had to be right.



The story that I told was...



It was like   :   something.

So it was the next day...



early in the morning. We were stopped.



When we were stopped,

the officer came up to the car...



and asked to see the driver's license,

and he just started shooting.



I don't know why, but it's always

seemed like time just stopped.



It didn't seem like any time passed.



It just seemed like it was, boom!



Time stopped or something.

I don't know what it is.



It's like a flash.



We went back to his room.



He was supposed to ask his brother

if I could stay there that night.



But he said

that his brother don't like to do that.



Anyhow, he went in

and never came back out. So I left.



Ended up pulling into a parking lot.



I slept there I think, for a while.



Then, finally, the next morning,

early or something...



I found my way to Freeway   .



And went back home.



After riding around with him,

I come to find out he's got an arsenal.



He's got pistols. He's got rifles.



He's got this pistol.

He's waving it around. He's doing this.



I told him, "Hey, why don't you put

those in the trunk of the car?"



We stopped at a restaurant...



and ordered and ate sandwiches in the car.



I bought a six-pack of beer.



He pulled this pistol back out.



And I ask him why he got the pistol out.



And he kind of laughed...



rolled the window down,

and fired the pistol outside the car.



And I asked him to please put it up.



And I think he handed me the pistol,

and I put it under the driver's seat.



He wanted to go to the movies,

so we went to the movies.



We got there probably at about  :  .



He was the one

that had picked the movie out.



I call them drive-in movies,

beer-drinking movies.



$ .   put them together

and make a bunch of money...



with a bunch of people

getting drunk at the drive-in.



- Are you going to concede?

- Please, sit down...



What is this, Mr. Brooks?



- Anybody can see it's an ashtray.

- Wrong!



Anybody can plainly see it's a wall-breaker!



I'm trying to speak for you!



I'm trying to speak for all of you!

I am the student body!



The show that was on was half over.

We watched half of the one show...



we started watching

the first part of the second show.



We want a victory, and we're gonna get it.



I didn't really care for the second feature...



which is an R-rated, cheerleader-type thing.



I don't know what it was.



May I have some wine?



It's good, Ross.

I didn't know you could cook.



It is good, isn't it?



You got to try my celery rémoulade.






I told him I wanted to leave.



"I don't really care

to sit here and watch this. Let's go."



He's acting strange, he wanted

to watch the end. Anyway, we left.



We drove back towards Dallas

and we drove to the motel.



There's a little store.

I bought a pack of cigarettes...



and a newspaper.



And when I left,

this kid was still sitting there.



I leaned against the car and we

talked to him for a few minutes...



and I told him

that since he was looking for a job...



and there hadn't been anybody at work...



that if he wanted to stop back

Monday morning...



that sure, he could ride out

and follow me to work...



and he could talk to the boss.

And he would probably get a job.



I told him that I would catch him

Monday morning if he showed up.



I told him what time I went to work.

Why, I left.



I walked around the store

and went to the house.



When I walked in, the television was

on and my brother was sleeping.



He had been home this whole time

that I had been gone.



So I made me a sandwich...



and sat there and watched the end of

The Carol Burnett Show.



When it went off, the news came on

and I watched    minutes of it.



And that was it.

I turned the TV off and went to sleep.



Finally, they bring in a stenographer.



She sits down and I run the story.



I tell them what happened this Saturday.



She leaves. She types.



She comes back in about    to    minutes...



with a copy of this statement.



I read through it...



and when it was basically what I liked...



yes, I signed it.



He admits driving the car

and taking a right on Inwood Road...



off of Interstate   ...



or Highway    .



He admits driving it.



After he made his right turn

on Inwood Road...



this is where our statement ends.



He says he does not

remember anything after that.



He didn't remember anything

about a shooting.



He didn't remember anything about

a police officer stopping him.



That part of his mind

just conveniently went blank.



He remembered driving the car...



and he remembered approaching

the scene of the shooting...



and then, from that point, he blacks out...



and can't remember

until he gets to the motel room...



which is some    minutes later.

Everything else he remembers vividly.



And that's just a convenient memory

lapse, is all that is.



The Morning News in Dallas County...



stated that I had signed a confession...



that I had confessed

to the killing of Robert Wood...



and they had their killer

and they were ready to go with it.



The statement that I signed

for Dallas County...



was never...



and never would have been anything

as "a confession."



But yet, they labeled it as such.



Of course, I couldn't dispute this

because I didn't even know about it.



I heard no news.

I knew nothing for two weeks.



They kept me completely away

from everybody.



Several times we talked to her,

trying to get her to recall.



"Do you recall the license number?

Do you recall anything to help us?"



And she gave us

a pretty good description of the car.



As it turned out, her description

of the car was real close.



It comes out that we weren't

looking for a blue Vega.



We were looking for a Comet.



No telling the man-hours

we literally wasted...



looking for a blue Vega.



There is a difference

between a Vega and a Mercury Comet.



So in reality, in regard to cars...



every piece of information

that was called in...



they were calling in regard to a Comet,

I mean, a Vega.



The people that called in were truthful,

trying to help.



They really were trying to help.



We just all had the wrong information.



There wasn't a mark on this car

David Harris had stolen.



Wasn't a mark.



Do you think a car sitting still...



starting from a stop, heading up a hill...



with a woman standing right behind it...



that is a very good shot with a pistol...



She should have hit

the damn thing one time. She didn't.



I wish to God she had blown whoever

was driving the car's head off...



because I wouldn't have been here.



I went back several times...



and with Mr. Cunningham,

he and I both searched...



and could find no indications that

that car had been hit by gunfire.



Later on, he finally found one place...



that he felt as though

that a bullet had been creased on it.



But before he could tell me about it,

his daughter totaled the car out.



Totally demolished it.



I was doing burglaries and some robberies...



and a few possession cases

and stuff like that.



I think he just came up to me and said:



"Are you Edith James?

I'd like to talk about my case."



That's the way I remember it, anyhow.



And I said, "Sure."

And I said, "What sort of a case is it?"



He said, "It's a capital murder." And I said...



Inside, I kind of thought:



"I've never done one,

but I can surely talk to him about it."



I hate to be considered...



some kind of dummy that believes

in the innocence of her clients.



A lot of people think, "A woman lawyer...



"she's bound to stupidly believe

anything she's told."



I admit, I'm sort of a gullible person.



But on the other hand,

I've seen an awful lot of people...



who admitted guilt or were found guilty...



and all but Randall turned out

to be guilty, in my opinion.



Douglas Mulder had a perfect win record.



I believe he resigned from the

D.A. 's office without any defeats.



That's why he's legendary.



Everything, as I recall,

that Mulder ever said...



was about what a great guy Mulder was...



and how marvelous it was that

he was getting all these convictions.



I wanted somebody else in on it,

so I got Dennis interested in it...



because Dennis has a lot more

trial experience...



and Dennis wins

practically all of his jury cases.



And Dennis was very enthusiastic

about the Randall Adams case...



because he kept saying,

"This is one we can win.



"They don't have substantial evidence.

All they've got is David Harris."



I prepared a motion for a continuance

to get more time to try the case...



and in doing that had to lay out

my schedule for several weeks...



as to exactly what time

I'd be in Vidor, Texas.



Vidor is the headquarters of the

Ku Klux Klan for the state of Texas.



It's a city where black people

will not spend the night.



Black people won't even stop there

to get their car filled with gasoline.



And furthermore, the people of Vidor

were under the impression...



that the policeman that was murdered

was a black man.



I had to stop at a motel on the way.



My wife and I stayed in one room,

the lady lawyer in another room.



We arranged to get up very early,

go to Vidor and start our investigation.



At about  :   in the morning...



Edith James, the lady lawyer, got up...



and was looking for me.



While she went out in the parking lot

to find me, she went to one room...



and someone in the parking lot said:



"If you're looking

for the lawyer from Dallas...



"he's in room..."

And he gave her the room number.



I immediately began to suspect...



from the time I was that close to Vidor,

I was being followed and observed.



Doug Mulder had been there

the week before I had...



and had told the people in Vidor that I was...



an Eastern-educated

civil liberties attorney...



and that I was down there

to discredit David Harris.



And then I had been recommended

to see one particular policeman...



who had been led

to the solution of this case.



And I had the impression...



that he was the one honest policeman

I could trust in Vidor.



He told me that

after the policeman was killed...



David Harris went back to Vidor.



But before he was arrested,

he committed a robbery down there...



and had someone on the floor

of a  -Eleven type of store...



with a shotgun at her throat.



Got back there...



robbed O'Bannion's  -Eleven with a.   rifle.



Committed some other burglaries

and what have you.



All this time I was on probation.

Juvenile probation.



Eventually I turned myself in

for this stuff in Vidor.



I think I made a confession.

I can't even remember exactly.



So I'm told I did.



He had told us he had robbed stores,

and we laughed.



"Sure, we know you have."



I'd given him one of my hats.



It's an old Bonnie-and-Clyde-looking

hat, it's turned sideways.



We said, "We'll draw you a little

mustache, walk in with that gun.



"Nobody'll know who you are."



About  :   that morning,

I was asleep and the phone rings.



I said, "Hello?" He said, "This is

David." "This is David Harris?"



"Yeah," he said, "I did it.

Will you come and get me?"



I said, "I'm not coming to get you.

I'm asleep."



He didn't have a conscience.



If I do something bad, it kind of gets to me.



I feel, "Shucks, I shouldn't have done

that. I feel bad about it."



But it didn't bother him.

Didn't bother him at all.



We asked the D.A. In Vidor, Texas...



what they were going to do

with little David. They said:



"We'll send him

to the Texas Youth Council."



And we sort of tried to inquire...



didn't he think it was strange

that there was a robbery committed...



with that same pistol.



And here it was David Harris' pistol...



David Harris' automobile

that picked up Randall Adams.



Didn't he think it was a little odd...



that all the utensils for committing

this so-called murder...



were furnished by David Harris

who got off scot-free...



and was being a witness

for the prosecution?



And all he said was, "We don't

feel that way in Vidor, Texas.



"Our people just are not that...



"We're not that keen

on ruining a young man's life."



I tried to introduce the crime spree theory.



The theory that David Harris

was on this series of crimes...



both before and after

the killing of the policeman.



That he would be the person who had...



the heart filled with malice

most apt to commit a murder.



But the judge would not allow me

to introduce any of those crimes.



They'd had a   -year-old man.



The only alternative

would be prosecuting a   -year-old...



that could not be given

the death penalty under Texas law...



where our   -year-old man could.



That's always been the predominant

motive, in my opinion...



for having a death penalty case

against Randall Adams.



Not that they had him so dead to rights.



But just that he was a convenient age.



The judge is supposed to have said...



That Don Metcalfe

is supposed to have said...



to Jeanette White, Dennis White's wife...



"What do you care? He's only a drifter."



I grew up in a family...



where I was taught a great respect

for law enforcement.



I became acutely aware of the dangers...



that police officers go through,

law enforcement officials go through...



that I think much of the public

is not really sensitive to.



My father was an FBI man.



Probably at the worst possible time

to be in the FBI.



It was from      to      in Chicago.



He was at the Biograph Theater

the night that Dillinger was killed.



It was a hot summer evening.

Little air conditioning in Chicago...



and people were out for a walk.



My father would tell me

that when Dillinger was killed...



within a matter of two minutes...



people were dipping their

handkerchiefs in the blood...



to get souvenirs.



And he vividly remembered one lady...



who, all she had was a newspaper,

held it up and said:



"I bet I'm the only lady from Kansas

City with John Dillinger's blood."



He told me, the "Woman in Red"...



she had on an orange dress.

This is trivia, okay?



It looked red under the lights.

He said it was really orange.



So she got to be known as the

"Lady in Red" that fingered Dillinger.



He said, "It was really the Lady in Orange."



As her reward, she got a new fur coat...



and a one-way ticket

back to her native Romania.



His whole story

from the start was two hours late.



I met this kid

at around   :   in the morning.



He says we met at noon.



I say we were at the Bronco Bowl

at  :   or  :  .



He says it was  :   or  :  .



Everything that we did coincide with,

he was two hours late.



Two hours later. Two hours into the night.



His testimony is that...



as we were getting off the freeway

on Inwood Avenue...



he stated that I'm driving the car...



that we're pulled over.



He gets scared and he slumps down

in the seat of the car.



That, as the officer walks up...



and shines his flashlight,

and I roll down my window...



I pull the pistol out and blow this man away.



His testimony is...



when I finally do drive to the motel...



I get out. I tell him, "Don't worry about it.



"Forget this ever happened."



That's crazy.



The police officer was killed at   :  ...



which is about two and a half hours

after he last saw me.



Just before he went into the motel...



he'd gone across the motel courtyard...



to a little store over there

and bought some cigarettes.



And I was supposed to go and find out

if the man remembered him...



coming in there just before   :  

to buy the cigarettes.



I didn't get over there

to Fort Worth for a long time.



We got some pictures from his family

that didn't show him in jail clothes.



I took the pictures in to show them

to the man behind the counter.



He was very cooperative

and he wanted to help us.



But he honestly... He said:



"I don't remember anything

about this guy coming in there...



"I couldn't tell one night from another.

Might have been that night or another.



"Cause they were always coming

for cigarettes."



His brother...



at first...



was saying that at the time

of the murder, that he was home...



watching... I believe it was

a wrestling match on TV.



And he said, "Me and my brother likes

wrestling matches. He was with me.



"Randall, my brother,

was with me all night long.



"He couldn't have done it."



He was trying to cover for his brother.



Later, as I recall, he changed...



because he said:



"If I get down there and perjure myself...



"there's nothing that they can do

because they've got the case."



This is the way I think that he thought.



"They know that my brother did it.



"If I get up there and lie,

they are going to have me for perjury.



"I'll be in the penitentiary with him,

and it ain't going to do any good...



"so I just ain't going to testify.

I ain't gonna say nothing."



So he backed off of his story completely...



and Adams was left without any witnesses.



Her in-court testimony

and her original statement...



which should be the best.



You're talking    to    minutes

after the killing.



Should be the best eyewitness

testimony she's got.



It doesn't match. Doesn't match at all.



In court, she testified...



he got out of the car, she got out of the car.



She positioned herself

at the back of the automobile.



Her original statement,

   minutes after the killing...



"a fur-lined collar on the killer."



In court, "It might have been bushy hair."



The kid testified that I had a Levi jacket on...



which is the same type collar,

basically the same as this.



He testified at pretrial

that he had a fur-lined parka.



She's telling you who killed the man.



One person in the car

with the fur-lined collar.



Very convenient that the driver

happened to have bushy hair.



All she's got to do

is look at a picture they took of me.



But that is not her original statement.



It's a hell of a big difference

from "fur-lined collar" to "bushy hair."



It's crazy.



She went through

two weeks Internal Affairs...



when she comes out,

her testimony changes.



She goes in saying one thing,

she comes out saying another.



Something happened. What?



"We refreshed her memory."



Friday afternoon,

I think it was Good Friday...



we came back in the courtroom

that afternoon...



and we were sort of elated

because we thought...



"He's gonna walk."



And there's nothing really in that evidence.



There's just little David Harris,

and nobody believes him.



And so we were very optimistic

about his chances...



until we walked into the courtroom...



and here were all these people

standing in front of the bench.



Three of them, anyway.



They were taking the oath

to be sworn as witnesses.



Mrs. Miller got on the stand

that last afternoon.



And she said,

"That's the man, I saw that man!



"I saw Randall Adams' face

just right after..."



She said, "I saw the gun

sticking out of the car...



"when he shot that police officer.

And that's the man."



And she waved her finger

right toward Randall Adams.



She's the one that got him convicted.



When I was a kid,

I used to want to be a detective...



because I used to watch

all the detective shows on TV.



When I was a kid they used to show

these movies with Boston Blackie...



and he always had a woman with him.



I wanted to be a wife of a detective

or be a detective...



so I always watched detective stories.



I'm always looking because

I never know what might come up.



Or how I could help.



I like to help in situations like that.



I really do.



It's always happening to me,

everywhere I go...



lots of times there's killings or anything.



Even around my house. Wherever.



I'm always looking or getting involved,

to find out who did it, what's going on.



I listen to people.



And I'm always trying to decide

who's lying, or who killed who...



before the police do. See if I can beat them.






I was working at a gas station.

My husband and I both.



We weren't getting along well at all.



We were arguing back and forth.



We didn't wanna go home, because

we'd rather talk it out in the car...



than go home with the kids and fight.



Had to listen to them, too.



So we were really arguing,

and decided to get something to eat.



About that time,

a police came out of a restaurant...



on the right hand side of the road...



and he went to pull the man over.



She turned around.

She was looking hard. She looked.



I didn't think she seen the guy, but she did.



Because I said, "What you looking at?"

I knew something had went wrong.



She said, "You just shut up and drive."



And I kept telling my husband:

"Slow down so I can see."



He said, "Come on,

we're getting out of here.



"You're too nosy.

You don't even know what's going on."



I had no idea that somebody

was gonna get killed or shot.



So I just drove on.



He was one of these kind

that didn't like getting involved.



He wanted to go on. He told me

to shut up and turn around. Don't look.



I turned around and looked anyway.



So we heard something,

like backfire or firecrackers.



And so we drove over the bridge,

and I got to thinking.



I said: "Em, there're no firecrackers

this time of the year."



I was thinking to myself:



"That couldn't be somebody shooting."



It was real dark, and it was cold.



It was hard to see in that car.



But his window was down.

The driver's window was down.



This is how I got such a good look.



I really couldn't see anything inside.



It was kind of... shadows on the window

and stuff.



But when he rolled down the window,

what made his face stand out so.



The car was dark blue.



He had a beard, mustache...



kind of dishwater-blond hair.



But, like I said, when he was in court,

he sure looked a lot different.



All I could just tell by this and this,

that it was him.



I knew that there was some shots over there.



But I didn't want to be involved in it...



because West Dallas

is a high-crime neighborhood.



One of the biggest.



He was more scared of it than I was.



But when you have black people like that...



they don't like getting involved in nothing.



That's just common.



Like here, nobody wants

to see nothing or hear nothing.



And they'll stay completely

in the background.



That's why they were having

such a hard time there...



finding anybody that would come forward.



Because it was in

a totally black neighborhood.



She believe in, see somebody done

something wrong she should tell it.



'Cause she told on me...



a couple of times...



that I was hauling drugs out of El Paso.



Called the sheriff down there,

going to make me open my trunk.



So I ended up opening it,

but there was nothing in it.



Good grief.



She's a ho, but she find out

you done something, she turn you in.



Mrs. Miller had testified at the trial...



that she had gotten off early from her

gas station job...



and gone down to pick up her husband

to help him with the bookwork.



We found out that she was not doing

any bookkeeping for that station...



because she had been fired

from her job two weeks earlier...



for till-tapping, for stealing.



The reason that they were

talking to the police at all...



was that there'd been a three-day

running knife fight in their apartment.



And they were all booked...



for disorderly and drunk behavior in there...



including assault with knives,

and all kinds of stuff.



When they were at the police station,

they suddenly decided to volunteer...



all this information

about what they had seen...



about the police officer's killing.



A woman called me at my home...



and said that she knew this woman...



who had testified and identified

Randall Adams from a passing vehicle.



This woman had never told the truth

in her life.



She also told me that she had tried

to call the D.A. During the trial...



and give this evidence

that this woman was not believable.



If their case hinged on this testimony,

this was not believable testimony.



They were scum. They were just...



actually scum.



He was a black man

and she was a white woman.



He came to work the day after.



He told me about the policeman

that had gotten shot the night before.



And I hadn't heard anything about it.



And I thought

it was another one of these stories.



And he brings in these newspapers...



and he says he didn't see a thing.

He couldn't see nothing, it was dark.



Wheels started rolling

in his head about money.



That's when he got the idea.



Let me put it in his words.



For enough money, he would testify...



to what they wanted him to say.



He would say anything

they wanted him to say.



Or he would see anything

that they wanted him to see.



Those were his words.



I was shocked that he did go ahead...



and get up and tell

that he saw the actual shooting...



and recognized the boy. Identified him.



That's when I called Dennis White.

I told him, "That man's lying."



Nobody has that good of an eyesight.



From where the policeman was shot

and from where they were at...



I doubt if you could have

even seen them with binoculars.



I'm a salesman.



And you develop something like total recall.



I don't forget places, things...



or streets.



Because it's a habit,

something I just picked up.



I just stare intensely at people

and try to figure them out.



Being nosy, I just stare.



I was leaving the Plush Pub one night...



driving a      Cadillac...



heading west on Hampton.



I noticed an officer had

two individuals pulled over...



to the curb in a blue...



some type of vehicle.



It was a blue...



It was a blue Ford. It was a blue something.



The driver, I think, had long blond hair

and a moustache.



And the other one

didn't have no hairs on his face.



A person that is white

going through that area at night...



he's a sore thumb,

he stick out for the first reason.



And if they don't look right,

they're gonna stop you.



The officer, he walked up to the vehicle.



His car was behind...



I don't know if it was behind or in front...



but I know he had him pulled over,

and he was up to the car.



I think he was up to the car. Let me think.



Yeah, he was up to the car.



As we was coming by

he had to have been up to the car.



I didn't see no bullet. I didn't see no gunfire.



Because I went on.



We have three people

that testified and identified him...



positively as being the driver

at the time that Wood was walking...



right beside the car.



So we know that he was the driver

from the witnesses...



and we also know...



that it was the driver

that shot Officer Wood...



coming from his partner.



We couldn't have made a case...



with the voluntary statement

that we got from Adams.



We had to rely on witnesses.



And this is what we did.



I always tried very hard,

every judge I know of does...



to not show emotion on the bench.



The reason, if you do show emotion...



the jury might take it that

you're favoring one side or another.



So you try to remain passive,

emotionless, objective.



I do have to admit that in the Adams case...



and I've never really said this...



Doug Mulder's final argument

was one I'd never heard before.



About the "thin blue line" of police...



that separated the public from anarchy.



I have to concede that there

my eyes kind of welled up...



when I heard that.



It did get to me emotionally,

but I don't think I showed it.



In death penalty cases...



we have a question, or we did at the time...



of whether or not that person

is of a dangerous mentality...



and might be expected

to commit other crimes.



To answer that question...



the Dallas District Attorney sends

psychiatrists to the defendant's cell...



to discover whether he is without remorse...



and therefore is a dangerous

and psychopathic personality.



Of course, in the instance of a person...



who did not commit the crime,

they're not going to show remorse.



There were two psychiatrists

that appeared again and again.



Holbrook and Grigson, the "Killer Shrinks."



There was certain criticism

directed against these two people...



because, in effect, whenever they

showed up, the purpose of their visit...



was to kill the defendant.



It was April   th, tax day.



I think I was filling out my taxes at the time.



Afraid I might be late.



A guard walks up to the door...



tells me, "There's someone out here

who wants to talk to you."



I ask him who it was.

He said he didn't know...



but the court ordered me to talk

to him. I said, "All right."



And here come this real tall,

ostrich-looking dude.



He introduced himself as Dr. Grigson.



He pulled a pad out of his coat pocket...



that had a line drawn across it.



On this pad, on the upper half...



he had six images.



I will say a box, a square,

a circle with a diamond in it.



I don't... It's been awhile.



He slides this piece of paper across

to me and he hands me a pencil.



He says, "I'm going to get a cup of coffee.



"Please copy what's on this piece of paper."



I'm looking at this man.



I said, "What? You want it copied

just the same way you did?



"Or you want me to change them

around? What do you want me to do?"



He said, "Just do

whatever you think you want to do."



And he left.



So on the bottom half

of this piece of paper...



I made my boxes and X's...



and zeros with diamonds in it.

Exactly like his.



He asked me...



"What's the meaning of

'A rolling stone gathers no moss?"'



I'm looking at this man.



I said, "Are you kidding? Is this

a joke? What are you doing?"



He said, "No, I really want to know

your answer to that question."



I said, well,

"A rolling stone gathers no moss."



I said, "To me...



"it would represent that a person

that doesn't stand still long enough...



"it's kind of hard for people to cling to him.



"If he keeps moving around,

it's hard to get close to him."



He shook his head.



He said, "What about 'A bird in

the hand is worth two in the bush"'?



I said, "If you have a hold of

something, why give it up...



"for a chance of getting something

that might be a little better?



"It doesn't make sense. You've got

something good, why let go of it?



"If you can get the other one,

get it if you can...



"but don't let go of what you got

to try to get something else."



He asked about my family.



He asked about my background.



And he left.



Total time we had talked,

maybe       minutes.



Dr. Grigson was up there testifying

he would commit violent crimes...



in the future if he was released.



Grigson is known as "Dr. Death"

because he always testifies that way.



In about   % of the trials...



that he's been a witness for the

prosecution, he always testifies...



that they will commit

violent crimes in the future.



You can't tell what

somebody's gonna do years from now.



Not really.



Except based on your past record,

which anybody can do.



Randall never had any prior record.



And as far as we know, he never had

any history of violence whatever.



Grigson testified for...



two and a half hours

about all these degrees he's got.



He's been here, and he's been there,

and he's studied here.



He called me Charlie Manson.



He called me Adolf Hitler.



He said I'm the type of personality...



that can work all day and creep all night.



He testified, Grigson...



that the future seriousness...



of my mental state...



would be such that if they released me...



I would go crazy and

probably butcher half of Dallas County.



Even though he talked to me    minutes...



I have no prior convictions,

no prior arrests...



I was nonviolent for    years.



On one instance...



and that's saying if I did this,

which I didn't...



he's stating that, that's enough...

For the rest of my life, watch me.



Don't ever turn your back on me.

And he talked to me    minutes.



He's crazy.



You can understand why a man

might steal if he needs money...



to put food on the table.



I can understand why a   -year-old

boy who doesn't have a car...



would steal one to ride around in.



I can understand

why the heroin addict needs heroin.



But it's very hard to understand

why anybody has to kill a police officer.



It just doesn't have to be.



When I'm asleep

and I close my eyes and think...



"Why would he do it?



"He had no background

that would lead to murder...



"no reason to commit a murder."



And I look at the facts of the case and say...



David Harris knew the car was stolen,

knew the guns were there...



knew the guns were stolen...



was on a crime spree...



had had a criminal record prior to

stealing this car and these guns.



He was the one

that wanted to commit the murder...



and get away from the scene.



He was the one that,

after the murder was committed...



went right back home

and bragged about it to his friends.



I looked at all the evidence...



and I found that I believed

that David Harris committed murder.



The jury looked at the same evidence...



and found they believed that

Randall Adams committed murder.



And it was their verdict that counted.



You have a D. A...



he doesn't talk about...



when they convict you

or how they convict you...



he's talking about

how he's going to kill you.



He don't give a damn if you're innocent.



He don't give a damn if you're guilty.

He's talking about killing you.



You get numb. You get...



It's like a bad dream. You want

to wake up, but you can't do it.



Fifteen times,    times a day,

I hear this same story...



about what happens

when a man is electrocuted.



His eyeballs pop out.



His fingernails pop out.



His toenails pop out.



He bleeds out of every orifice he's got.



They don't care...



They don't care.



All they want to do is talk about

how they're going to kill you.



That's the only thing that they cared

about and talked about.



At that point, that's all they're wanting.



I didn't have any idea

what happened to him.



After I testified, I was gone.



I never really concerned myself with it.



Maybe I didn't want to know. I don't know.



I didn't have any interest in knowing...



otherwise I might have tried to find out.



Dennis filed the motion for a new trial...



then we filed an amended motion

for a new trial.



About    days later,

we were to have a hearing on it.



Both Robert Miller and his wife

testified there.



But we could not bring out the fact...



that they had said that they were

gonna get that reward money...



and that they didn't care

whether they saw anything or not...



but their car was too steamed up.



We were not allowed to get any of that in...



because it was held

that it was impeaching testimony...



and therefore it came too late.



We kept running into blank walls.



A reporter from the Dallas Morning News...



discovered that one week

after the trial was over with...



the daughter of this woman

had a robbery case in this court.



She offered her testimony...



at a time when her daughter

was in danger of going to jail for life...



and got her daughter out of jail.



How can you believe her...



when the very next week

the same judge dismisses that case?



The Millers are the kind of people

that would do anything...



if there was something to be gained...



such as her daughter not being sent

to the penitentiary for armed robbery...



or for money.



When we went to court that day,

the District Attorney was hard-nosed.



Wouldn't let me answer any questions.



He'd ask me questions,

but then he'd cut me off real short.



And that's when he said something

about my big fat nose.



If I'd kept my big fat nose

out of their business...



the Millers would be better off.



When I started to leave

out of the courtroom...



he started laughing, like:



"Didn't do you any good to get up here."



It really didn't. Didn't help the guy at all.



To the best of my recollection...



the brief conversations

I have had with Mr. Adams...



and they have been brief...



I don't even recall ever asking him,

or my having told me...



that he did not do it.



Because, for my purposes,

representing him on appeal...



it's totally irrelevant.



When the Court of Criminal Appeals

of Texas...



voted  -  against us,

I was a little upset about that.



I felt we, A: Should have won...



B: Certainly shouldn't have been

slapped so hard...



with the unanimous decision against us.



I was with my family in an ice-cream parlor...



and the judge and his family

happened to come at the same time.



And he came over to me

and made the comment...



"I see where the Court of Criminal

Appeals gave me an 'A'...



"in the Adams case."



Our highest state appellate court...



the Court of Criminal Appeals

in Austin affirmed the case,  - .



Then it was reversed by the

United States Supreme Court,  - ...



When the Appellate Court reverses a case...



they are never saying

the trial judge was right or wrong.



They are saying

they disagree with the judge.



You can't, for instance,

in the Adams appeals...



say the appellate courts

were saying I was right or I was wrong.



After all, if in Austin...



in our state appeals court,

I was  -  correct...



and in Washington, I was  -  incorrect.



If you tally all those votes, I come out   - .



Yet the case was reversed.



Eight justices of the Supreme Court

were the first people to agree with me.



They're the only people anywhere

that ever agreed about that statute...



were eight justices of the Supreme Court.



The Dallas Morning News

had a very nice front-page story...



either the same day...



or the day after the reversal was

announced by the Supreme Court...



in which Henry Wade, the District Attorney...



vowed a retrial of Randall Dale Adams...



because there was no room

in his book for a cop-killer...



getting off with anything less

than the death penalty.



I took that to heart. I thought

I was going to get my chance.



For reasons

that were never really made public...



Mr. Wade requested

the governor to commute...



Mr. Adams' death penalty to life...



and that eliminated

the possibility of a retrial...



based on the reversal.



I was absolutely shocked.



I can't help but believe...



that some of the motivation

behind that decision...



was a fear that...



Adams may be vindicated at a retrial.



I just felt they prosecuted

the wrong person. I don't know why.



I felt that some policeman,

whether in Vidor or in Dallas...



made a decision to prosecute and set

the wheels of justice in motion...



in the wrong direction and they got

going so fast no one could stop them.



So I felt it was up to me

to stop them and I didn't.



I felt it was up to the Supreme Court

and they did what they could, but...



it's all gotten messed up and derailed again.



Since his trial, I have given up

my practice of criminal law.



I have not had a jury trial...



since I heard the verdict

of this jury in this case...



and don't intend to.



I just feel like...



I'll let other people

handle these problems for a while.



Because if justice can miscarry so badly...



I'd rather do something else.



Prosecutors in Dallas have said for years...



"Any prosecutor can convict a guilty man.



"It takes a great prosecutor

to convict an innocent man."



To this day, I think Mr. Mulder...



believes that the Adams conviction

was one of his great victories...



probably because of some reservations

he has about Adams' guilt.



I got a call one morning,

a lady here in Vidor...



had been hit over the head

with a rolling pin...



and the attacker thought

she'd been knocked unconscious...



when, in reality, she wasn't.



And she recognized the attacker

to be David Harris.



He voluntarily came to the police station.



I told him,

"David, this girl knows who you are.



"I don't even have to tell you

I know the truth.



"You know I know the truth this time."



He said, "I was wrong.

I smoked marijuana, I was drinking.



"I don't know what got over me

but something just came over me."



But he forgot to mention one thing,

that he was only wearing underwear.



I felt as though

the attack was sexually oriented.



He never wanted to admit that...



and, as I recall,

he never really finally admitted it.



He'd just get to where he wouldn't deny it.



He posted his bond and went to Germany.



We had a crime

with basically the same M.O. As his...



and so it led me to want to check

and see if he was in town.



I contacted the Worldwide Military Locator...



to see if, through the military,

I could locate him.



I did, and found out

that he was in prison at the time.



He really didn't remember what happened.



He said he woke up in the stockade...



and he'd been told that he beat up

one of his ranking officers.



We had another occasion

to have a crime that fit his M.O. A lot...



so I started looking for him again,

and this time...



I found him in prison in California.



So I realized again that unfortunately,

he hadn't straightened up.



He was still having a lot of problems.



I was    years old.



I really didn't have no real dealings

with the court systems, etc.



Didn't know how they worked, really.



Didn't know much about the law.



Just a young, dumb kid.



Police give you the time of this

and the time this happened...



and you just correlate from those events.



You just estimate from that event

what time it was.



You don't know.



You're taking a guess.



Police tell you, "It was   :  

when this crime happened.



"What time did you leave the movie?"



"I know it was somewhere around midnight.



"It might have been before then.

I don't know.



"I didn't have a watch on."



He went over my testimony with me

pretty extensively.



How I should answer certain questions...



things of this nature.



That's what you call "coaching the witness."



Let's get this evidence in a spectrum

where it's going to be most effective.



At the time, I didn't really ponder on it...



but he was deceiving the jury.

He wanted to deceive justice.



That's why I think

that statue with the scales...



Justice? What is she called?

I don't know what she's called.



She's got that blindfold on.



We don't see what goes on

behind the closed doors.



I had another woman in the car.



I didn't tell them about that.

My wife'd kill me.



She would've tore my head off if she

knew I was out with another woman.



Would you tell?



That's what happened.

I was trying to get her home.



The driver's side was down because...



the lady was a little sick.

She needed some air.



Because she was pretty drunk.



See, the Millers,

one is black and one is white.



They said I was going with...

The reason I was over that night...



I was over there

messing with this man's wife.



And I ain't never gone with her in

my life. She was too old and ugly.



Like I said, the D.A. Will

put something into their mouth.



They could have

prefabricated the whole story.



They sure could have.



But what I saw is just what I saw.

That was it.



So if they got paid, they got paid for lying.



They already decided

what to do with you in the hall.



That's why they call it the Hall of

Justice, the scales are not balanced.



The scales are in the hall,

and they go up and down.



They might go up for you, favor one

way, they might go down against you.



So if the D.A. Wants you to hang

   or    years, you're hung.



I had all these charges

still pending in Orange County.



I could have been certified as an adult...



maybe given a life sentence. I don't know.



I'm    years old. I know I don't want that.



That District Attorney told me,

"Don't worry about them charges."



"I'm gonna ask your...

Defense Attorney is gonna ask you...



"if you had any kind of deal...



"or anything of that nature...



"in exchange for your testimony

in this case...



"as relating to those charges.



"Don't answer that 'Yes.' Answer it 'No."'



My husband,

he didn't get that good a look at him.



He wasn't sure, because they put

a bunch of them that looked alike.



They had about three or four

in the lineup that had bushy hair...



but he had his combed down,

different to what it was in the killing.



I didn't pick him out right then...



because I picked out this bushy-haired man.



I understand one other witness

did pick out the man at the lineup.



I'm not sure, but I think he did.



Of course I picked out

Randall Adams just like that.



I don't know about the others.



Evidently they did at that time.



I just took off.



It's like, kids run away...



they don't think about

where they're going to stay...



how they're going to eat, all these things.



They had that roof over their head

all their lives.



They don't really think about those things...



till you get out there and you say,

"My stomach's growling now."



Or, "It's getting cold out here. It's raining."



There was ice on the road.



I remember there was a car coming

pretty fast up the road behind me...



and didn't see me or something...



or was in one lane and came into

the other lane and I was in that lane...



and tried to stop me.

He went off the side of the road.



I remember this car

went off the side of the road.



I'm just looking back.



I remember that.



I got a call at my house

about  :   one morning.



One of the patrolmen

in my department called...



and said, "We just arrested

this boy named David Harris...



"and he won't even tell us his name.

He said he wants to talk to you."



They told me something that really

made me interested. He'd been shot.



David had initially told me

that he had gone to a bar in Houston...



and was flirting with a young lady

and her boyfriend became upset...



and chased him out with a pistol,

shooting at him.



We knew that wasn't true.



I said, "David, I know you're lying to me.



"We go through this all the time,

all my dealings with you in the past.



"I don't know what you've done just yet.



"I know you were shot.



"I know you were shot doing something

that you shouldn't have been...



"we know you burglarized a gun shop.

We know you were driving drunk.



"Got witnesses who can identify you,

who can identify your truck."



I said, "You're caught. So tell the truth."



And David said, "Okay, I killed him."



Their home was entered while he

and his girlfriend were there alone.



The man was sent into the bathroom

at gunpoint and told to stay there.



David took the girl

and was starting to leave.



The man exited the apartment with a gun.



The man fell to the ground,

or near the ground...



holding onto a pole there in the

parking lot of the apartment complex...



and these last, whether it be two,

three, or how many shots...



I don't know, were fired at point-blank

or near point-blank range.



David thought that the one

that was really at fault that night...



was the guy that got killed.

He said, "That guy's crazy.



"He came after me with a gun."



I told him,

"David, you'd broken into his house...



"you abducted his girlfriend,

what was he supposed to do?"



He said,

"Man shouldn't come out with a gun.



"That dude's crazy.

He should have been killed."



When we went to retrieve the pistol...



I had to go into the water to get it.



It was a bayou and it was grassy,

snaky-looking area.



I was not real pleased

about being there myself...



but David enjoyed watching me have to

go down there and look for the gun.



I'd been searching several minutes,

he was up on the bridge...



and probably    feet from me...



directing me to where he thought

that the gun had landed in the water.



He was handcuffed.



Traffic would come by,

and he would turn around...



and show them his handcuffs

and holler at them, "Help me!



"The officials will throw me

in this water and drown me."



Just anything he could do

to make a joke and cut up out there.



He was just really having a good time.



The kid scares me.



To think that he could actually be

out there, walking the streets...



and Dallas County let him go.



The kid had seven crimes

coming down on him.



He had armed robberies.

He had firing on a peace officer.



He had breaking and enterings,

aggravated assaults.



God knows what all this kid had.



And Dallas County gives him

complete immunity for his testimony.



Just lets him walk.



My mom had a good phrase.



She said the first night

she pulled into Dallas, it was raining...



and that it was lightning.



And they're coming into Dallas...



and she said if there was ever

a hell on earth, it's Dallas County.



She's right.



You deal with people who you sense

bad vibrations, more or less.



You feel, this guy doesn't like me

anyway because I'm a policeman.



You can just kind of sense something.

Maybe I shouldn't even be saying it...



because police shouldn't

take these things to the bank.



When you deal with people over

and over, you sense a lot of things.



Talking to David, you don't ever

feel hostile feelings coming from him.



I have never seen David any way...



other than cordial,

friendly to me as he could be:



"Yes, sir." "No, sir." Never disrespectful.



I've never seen the bad side.

I've seen the results...



and I've talked to him about it,

and he's aware of it.



He remembers the bad side.



But I've never seen him

committing a crime...



or in a violent or volatile state.



When his crimes were confessed to...



he seemed to feel better and do better

during those times.



His parents would tell me

he would to do better at home...



he seemed to get along better

with the people in town...



his neighbors and friends.



But something happens to David...



I don't know what it is. I don't know

if anybody can put their finger on it.



But there's no other indication

of anything in the family...



that would lead you to believe

he had exposure to these activities.



David's got at least one other brother

and sister that I know of.



And he had one brother that drowned

numerous years ago.



I was   years old...



I had a  -year-old brother...



and he drowned in     ...



right after President Kennedy

was assassinated, I believe.



Sometime right after that,

during the summer.



We was living in Beaumont

on Harrison Street...



and my dad was working on his truck

out in the yard...



and mom was in the house

doing her housework or fixing dinner.



Me and my brother, we had

one of these little blow-up pools...



and we were playing in that.



My dad was supposed to be watching

or keeping an eye on us or something.



My brother wandered off down the street...



and these people had a

swimming pool in their backyard...



and they were elderly people.

They never used the pool.



I guess it had a bunch of leaves

and stuff in it.



And he, evidently, fell in there and drowned.



I used to sit up in my room at night

and talk to him and he wasn't there.



So that might have been some kind of

a traumatic experience for me.



I guess my dad...



I don't know, maybe he couldn't

get rid of the responsibility...



or the guilt or something.

I don't know what it was.



I was there and I guess maybe

I reminded him of that...



all the time, growing up.



It was hard for me

to get any acceptance from him.



When my younger brother was born...



it was kind of like he was Daddy's

favorite or something, I don't know.



Everybody's life is going to take

some kind of path...



regardless of what happens.



I think maybe that a lot of the things

I did when I was younger...



was an attempt to get back at him

or something...



for the way he treated me.



But I wasn't doing nothing

but hurting myself.



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