The Twisted Tale of Amanda Knox

Raffaele Sollecito.

He's arrogant. But her lapdog.

My sister is police. She will know what to do.

Police say that evidence places Rudy Guede

firmly at the scene of the crime.

Rudy admitted to only partial guilt,

opted for a speedy trial,

was tried before we were, and separately.

And the prosecution could then focus on their real targets,

me and Raffaele.

Knox's DNA is on the knife--

Sollecito's knife.

I have no idea how this could have happened.

Raffaele said that you weren't at his house,

that you asked him to lie for you.

-He's taken away your alibi. -What?

They were so-- so hard with me,

and I was so s-scared, and terrified, and confused.

But...

...I am here for you now.

And why did Raffaele turn off his phone?

Um, be-- Uh, be-- His dad calls him every night, and--

I don't-- We wanted to be left alone.

Do-- Do I need a lawyer right now?

Inspector, did you forget--

We don't need to record.

Yeah, yeah, you know,

-to save the battery... - Okay.

You're a liar! We've been here for hours!

-Look, I'm losing my patience, I've had enough of this bullshit.

-You're lying! -When are you going to stop lying?

I'm not lying!

We know she left the apartment...

-...that she wasn't with you that night. -She never left.

-We were together the whole night! -We have proof!

All right. From the top.

We had dinner. No--

We watched Amélie, then we ate.

Keep going.

We smoked a joint. We had sex, and then we turned off our phones--

That's not what she just said.

She said your father called.

No.

No... she--

unless-- did I get the day wrong?

Come on, out with it.

-Was All Saints' a Thursday? -You don't know?

If it was, she went to work. But-- no, that can't be.

-We stayed in. -In.

In, out, in, out...

Can't you hear yourself? Your story is Swiss cheese.

Did she snip your balls, too?

We could send you to prison for thirty years.

For what?

Being a little bitch who likes to carry around knives.

I told you, I just collect them. It's a hobby, nothing more.

His shoes!

His shoes!

What? What's going on?

What...

Take off your shoes.

-Why? -We need them.

I think I should call my father.

Nope.

One second, I'm going to call--

Take these fucking shoes off!!

Come on, we don't have all day!

Quick!!

Take these shoes straight to the lab.

Should we try this again?

Was Amanda with you, the night of the murder?

The whole night?

Even as you slept?

No.

She could have gone to work.

Mm-hmm?

Perhaps went out and came back--

Yes, I...

I think that's what happened.

Every story has a hero.

When you are a little child, you believe in magic forces for good.

Super humans flying with capes and crowns that fight for justice.

Please. I'm trying here.

You think getting me old wilted flowers is trying?

-Being here when I need you-- -For God's sake, it's Christmas!

In time, you learn real heroes, they are not so many.

Papa, wait!

And when someone needs saving,

it is up to you to step in.

For her.

How do we know it's not contraband?

Have you looked at him?

He doesn't have the balls.

Here.

Take it.

Thank you.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

-Yeah. Today was rough. -Mm-hmm.

All that arguing.

Hey, what were our lawyers so upset about?

Because Mignini was supposed to give them the DNA report

so they can prepare our defense, but they are...

how you say... stalling?

But it's okay, you know. It's okay because they will fight

and will win.

Hey.

- -Yeah?

When we get out from here,

I take you for a nice dinner to celebrate.

What do you think?

You do still owe me truffles.

- Yes. -

-We go to Gubbio. -I want lunch and dinner.

-And breakfast, no? -And breakfast.

Enough talking in English.

Doormat.

"Doormat." "Puppet."

The false identities assigned to me

by people who didn't know me.

But Amanda knew me.

That didn't help me much in here.

The protected section of Terni prison

was Dante's ninth circle of hell.

- -Home to rapists,

pedophiles, violent criminals, and me.

Back at the beginning of my imprisonment,

my cellmate was a snitch...

...trading information for reducing his sentence.

Did you ever think she was just using you?

Do you think she picked you because you were easy to control?

All that blood...

...and you still didn't run.

C'mon, I've seen the photos in the papers.

- -

It isn't blood!

It isn't blood!

It looks like blood. Wait.

No, it's phenolphthalein!

-Dad's done research... You tell him. -Phenolphthalein!

Raffaele, listen...

Phenolphthalein is a chemical used in forensics.

It reacts with the heme molecule present in blood.

A positive reaction gives a pink color.

But it turns pink over time.

Whether blood is present or not--

We got it, Einstein. Raffa?

But -- who leaked the photo?

Well, who took your sneakers?

Who do you think? Those fucking cops!

They make it look like Amanda came home and actually bathed in blood.

Raffaele...

I want Vanessa to come to court next week.

-Papa, no. It would hurt her career. -No, I can't!

Franco, the bosses said no.

You don't hire an attorney with balls like those to NOT take their advice.

See. Listen to your wife. Enough.

Hello.

Raffa, Mara says hello.

Thank you--

Son. You need all the good press you can get right now.

The police--

are targeting Amanda with this -- these "evidence" leaks.

And she's dragging you down with her--

I told you!

Lay off her--

- Come on, time to go.

Eight days, he knew her.

He's lost himself in her.

He always does this.

He was like this with mom, too.

More things I must do.

What?

-What is it that he must do? -Shoe prints.

The similarity of my sneakers

to the bloody shoe prints at the crime scene

was the only thing the cops had to directly connect me to the murder.

So, when the police ignored a similar print in Rudy Guede's apartment,

my dad took his findings to the public.

Raffaele's shoe is NOT the shoe!

...has fewer concentric circles...

...than Rudy's 45, which exactly matches the one from the crime scene.