Sync and corrections by btsix www.addic7ed.com
John Rayburn.
You have a collect call from...
Fucking Eric O'Bannon.
At the Monroe County Detention Center.
Will you accept the charges?
Motherfucker.
Prick's not fucking answering.
Or he's not accepting the calls. They don't ever tell me which it is.
Eric, I told you that they would advise him not to take your calls.
I don't give a fuck. I'm not stopping.
Well, it could compromise his credibility.
Which is the point. You know?
With John, you gotta stick it in his face.
You gotta make him, like, fucking own up to it.
- Well, that's not our strategy. - What is our strategy?
Do we fucking have one? 'Cause my strategy is that you go up
and you say to the judge that they're all fucking liars.
You know?
Well, you know that I can't say that.
You know what? You can.
You know how? You use fancy fucking legal terms and you say:
"Your Honor, they are tellers of fucking untruth.
They lie-us maximus. I don't give a fuck how you say it.
Just get them to know that I didn't fucking kill Marco!
- I didn't shoot Kevin fucking Rayburn! - Eric.
I didn't fucking do it!
- Is there a problem here? - I'm sorry.
Everything okay, counselor?
I didn't shoot Kevin Rayburn.
You know?
Someone did. It wasn't fucking me. But I'm the one going to trial.
I mean, I don't fucking get it.
How do you win a case if you don't play the best cards you have?
Mr. Marx and Miss Conte will be with you shortly.
- Thank you. - Mm-hm.
How many times are we gonna...?
Honestly, no, I would say we're friendly, but we're not exactly...
I would say we're friendly, but we're not...
I don't know, I think it was about one, maybe about two.
No, I didn't.
- But, yeah, it was me. - What you doing?
Nothing.
- Six or seven years. - What you got there?
Seven or eight years we were friends. We were friendly.
Is that your testimony?
We came through...
Put that away.
- Kevin. - Don't talk to me.
Marx and Conte come in and see that,
by law they have to put that into evidence.
Maybe it was about two. I don't know. I think it was about...
That includes your fucking scribbles. Put it away.
You're... You're a real fucking asshole, you know that, John?
Yeah, I'm a fucking asshole.
Eric,
if I get up in front of the jury on day one
and I say that John Rayburn is a liar and a murderer,
and I imply that he's a fucking piece of shit,
the jury is not going to hear anything else
I have to say for the rest of the trial.
And that's how that will go.
Because if they don't like me, then they don't like you.
And at the end of the trial,
they're gonna send you to jail for the rest of your fucking life or worse.
I'm gonna get them,
but this is a process and it takes time.
And you have to keep your head together and stay calm.
Can you do that?
And no outbursts about John killing Marco,
because that fucks us in the worst possible way.
Are we clear on this?
Yeah.
How long's it take, the whole thing?
Well, if everything stays on schedule and the trial starts tomorrow,
it should take four, maybe five days.
Hi.
What's going on?
I came by to give you this.
- I don't want your family's money. - It's not my family's, it's my dad's.
- Thanks, but I don't want that either. - It's for Eric.
All the money in the world won't help Eric.
- My dad would've figured out a way. - He would've wanted you to get a haircut.
Where you been?
North.
Working.
Had to take care of a few things.
I can be helpful.
- How? - I've been in touch with Janey Rayburn.
She said I'm cool with her parents, they don't hate me.
Why would they hate you?
- Blaming me for what happened to my dad. - No one blames you.
Well, they don't know the truth.
I know I fucked up and I gotta try to make things right.
- Nolan... - Eric called
and said he wants to talk to John.
- I could get him to visit. - You shouldn't get involved.
The trial is tomorrow, so it has to happen now.
- Your dad wouldn't want you there. - I gotta help.
Okay? I've just been too scared to come back here.
Look, this isn't your burden.
All right, I understand. I get it.
And, uh... she wants you to call her.
See you.
Where exactly are you, pre-trial?
Jury selection should be finished today.
And, sir, would you share with the court what your father was convicted of?
Uh, I think, uh, aggravated assault and mayhem.
And then what happens?
Tomorrow morning, opening statements.
And we've decided to call you as our first witness.
Me?
- Why? - I'm sorry. I meant John.
Some of the witnesses in this case may be law enforcement officers.
Their testimony is not entitled to any greater or lesser weight
simply because they are involved in law enforcement.
Would you have any difficulty performing this instruction?
No, ma'am.
What's on your mind, Kevin?
Nothing.
- Kev. - What?
- My daddy was guilty. - Thank you, sir. No further questions.
You could tell real damn simple by looking at his eyes.
Just like that guy.
Move to excuse Potential Juror Number 28.
Uh... Okay, fine. Um...
I was wondering...
when, uh, do I testify?
If all goes smoothly, the day after John.
You good with that?
I think so.
I'm fine with that.
I feel ready.
Hundred percent.
Oh, shit.
Ow!
Oh, fuck.
Fuck me.
No.
Fuck.
I agree, I don't want Nolan involved either.
Good.
What else did he tell you?
That's it, really. Uh...
He tried to give me the check, talked about Janey Rayburn,
said Eric wanted him to contact John.
I told him he shouldn't be here at all, but he's just as stubborn as his dad was.
Eric gets one phone call a day. That's all he does.
He's just looking for a miracle.
He even contacted Ozzy Delveccio.
Yeah.
You knew about that?
He's down here now for the trial.
Asshole. What good's he gonna do?
He's changed.
Yeah, right.
Sort of had an epiphany when he was in jail.
My brother's always involved in stupid bullshit.
When am I gonna learn to expect the fucking expected?
Did Eric tell you that he called me?
He wants you to contact John?
Yeah.
He thinks that things will change if he actually gets to talk to him.
He told me about a detective and asked me to track him down.
What detective? What for?
Someone Danny knew from way back.
Eric wants me to try to get him there when John testifies.
Said it might make a difference if John saw him in the courtroom.
Yeah?
Hey.
You mind?
No. Mom?
- You all right? - Oh, I've just been driving around.
Thinking about tomorrow.
Didn't have any place else to go.
My mind won't settle down.
Oh, John.
How did this thing...?
How did we get here?
Am I remembering things wrong? Did...?
I mean, we had some good times, didn't we?
Mom, of course we did.
We did, did we?
Yes, we did.
All the parties and the birthdays and...
your dad playing the ukulele.
Singing, remember that?
Yeah.
How did it happen, John?
I wish I knew.
But you were there.
We were all there.
No.
No, Danny.
With Danny.
And you.
Yeah.
Maybe it's better that I...
Don't, uh...
That I, um...
That I never know.
Oh!
Oh, shit.
I got a nosebleed.
I got a bloody nose here.
Hey, can you stop the van? I got a nosebleed.
I don't wanna get it on my fucking suit, please.
Dude, I don't wanna go to court with blood on my suit.
Could you please pull the van over?
It all started as a beautiful hot day in the Keys.
Detective Marco Diaz went to the gym,
showered,
made himself a little Cuban coffee.
Called his lovely mother,
and then he went off to work.
But by nightfall,
Detective Marco Diaz...
would be brutally slaughtered...
in cold blood.
Smashed in the back of the head with a blunt instrument.
And then when he's laying on the floor
and he's defenseless,
and bleeding,
and in pain,
he's hit two more times.
Two more times that will end his life.
There's a mandatory six-month probationary period
after a lackluster review like this.
This is bullshit.
I've been working nights. Can't we just do this another time?
Hey, Chels. Is it so hard to smile, be nice and be punctual?
I am.
Look at all my last ten years of reviews. I...
This isn't accurate and you know it.
I've never had anything remotely like this.
Russo's tanking my numbers 'cause of my brother.
This trial's gonna be divided into two parts.
In the first part, you're gonna hear all the evidence.
And in the second part,
you're gonna be asked to decide
whether or not the defendant is eligible for the death penalty.
Fuck it. I'm through the first round for a job at Memorial in Jacksonville anyway.
You need a couple of personal days?
You have them. Use them.
Take a couple of days, hon.
Go be with your brother.
You're probably gonna hear a lot of stories,
fabricated by the defense.
Oh, yeah.
They're gonna throw a lot of complicated theories and guesswork,
some "what ifs" at you,
but I'm gonna keep it real simple.
Because, in fact, this case...
is very simple.
After texting
Detective Marco Diaz 12 times
in just two hours
and using threatening language,
after calling Detective Marco Diaz
four times that same night,
Eric O'Bannon marches over to Marco Diaz's house,
exchanges more heated words
and kills the man.
But, ladies and gentlemen,
there is a chance for justice here.
Because something very fortuitous happened that night:
A witness.
A witness that could identify Eric O'Bannon on sight.
You see these two black areas at the end of each root?
- Uh... yeah? - They shouldn't be black.
Uh, all right.
What does that mean?
If you're gonna keep the tooth, you need a root canal.
I can't have a root canal, Fred.
There's two things I know cause this:
Excess stress and cocaine use.
Fuck.
Ladies and gentlemen,
one of Islamorada's finest...
was murdered in his own home.
Another man was shot.
All so that this killer could get away scot-free.
Marco Diaz will never feel the sun again on his face.
He'll never have another Cuban coffee.
He'll never have children.
He'll never see his family or...
talk to his lovely mother again.
You have but one job in this courtroom
in the next few days...
and that is to hold this defendant responsible
for his actions.
Thank you.
Father Lopez, I don't... I don't know how to begin.
It's very simple.
You say what you have done and through me, the Lord forgives you.
That's it?
Anything could be forgiven.
Whenever you're ready.
Yes, Eric O'Bannon has a criminal record for petty crimes.
And, yes, Eric O'Bannon is a flawed human being.
But Eric O'Bannon is not the brutal killer
that the prosecution wants you to see,
needs you to see.
What?
You can't be staring at me.
You have to be looking at the...
You're looking at me like I'm a magician
and I'm gonna pull a fucking rabbit out of my hat.
What are you doing?
Why are they doing this to me?
This isn't about you and the Rayburns anymore.
It's about you and the 12 people in that jury box.
Get your head straight.
And fix your fucking tie.
You look like a mess.
No, no, no. He said he can wait to do the work till after the trial.
But I'm on a strictly liquid diet until further notice.
I'm so sorry you're going through this right now. Can you rest?
Yeah. I don't know.
Fuck.
I can't believe I have to deal with this shit now.
It wasn't even hurting before.
Now it hurts every time I even talk.
- He hasn't even done anything yet. - Did he give you anything?
For the pain?
Yeah, but he said it would make me loopy.
So, I can't take it until after the fucking trial,
'cause I have to testify.
How's it going there?
Marx is really good. He just finished his opening.
How's the jury?
They're okay.
- Okay like how? - I don't know. They...
seem like nice people, I guess.
How many men?
- Seven. And five women. - Oh, good.
Seven. Oh, that's good for me, then.
Why? Why does that matter?
I was thinking about it.
Marco was really, you know, a pretty good-looking guy, right?
Women respond to that, so it's better for me if there's more men.
Um... listen, babe, I gotta go.
But let me know how it goes with Santos, okay?
Okay. Love you.
You just listened to Mr. Marx's opening statement
and though he mentioned some supposed and unproven facts,
most of his speech was really about sympathy.
And rightly so,
because this is a tragedy,
and we should all feel shocked and saddened.
And my heart goes out to Marco Diaz's mother,
and his brother,
and his entire family,
and all of his law enforcement colleagues.
But...
sympathy for the victim should not cloud how you see this case.
I'm going to ask you to look carefully at the evidence,
and I want you to pay very close attention to the evidence,
the evidence that will prove my client,
Eric O'Bannon, committed no crime.
Wow. Nice shooting.
Christ, Eddie, don't my union fees cover shave cream?
Oh, shit, don't tell me you finally paid your dues, you cheap fuck.
Kids good?
Yeah.
What's up?
Now, the prosecution is gonna suggest that Eric O'Bannon,
on the verge of being offered an immunity deal
from the state's attorney in regard to a potential investigation,
decided to go on a killing spree.
To attack Marco Diaz,
a man for whom Eric had no provable ill will,
and then try to shoot and kill Kevin Rayburn.
Kevin Rayburn has known Eric all of his life.
Kevin Rayburn is the younger brother of Eric's best
and dearest friend.
In all seriousness, we want this squared up,
keep morale high with a conviction.
I understand that.
So, when you on?
Tomorrow, probably.
Okay, well, keep me posted.
Anything we can do for you.
Sure you're okay?
Oh, yeah.
Good man, Eddie.
Good luck!
During the course of this trial,
I'm going to ask you to look
at a powerful triangle
of loyalty and influence and deception.
Kevin Rayburn, a brother,
who claims to be the only eyewitness.
His older brother, John Rayburn,
who's a detective who investigated the crime scene.
And their younger sister, Meg Rayburn,
who is the ex-fiancée of Marco Diaz,
who has a history of violent outbursts towards Marco Diaz
and whose DNA was found at the crime scene.
And who has disappeared into thin air.
I'm gonna ask you to hold these people in your mind,
keep them front and center and ask yourself:
Why?
Why would the Rayburns want to frame Eric O'Bannon...
What are they talking about?
Their lifetime childhood friend, for the murder of Marco Diaz?
Eric O'Bannon has a criminal record
for petty crimes.
Eric O'Bannon is a flawed human being.
But Eric O'Bannon is not the brutal killer
that the prosecution wants you to see.
Needs you to see.
Hey. What can I do for you?
Well, it depends.
- Are you Mr. Rayburn? - Yes, I am.
- Kevin Rayburn? - Yep.
Huh.
Yeah.
- You were a friend of my brother Danny's. - Yeah. Yeah, man.
- Awesome. - I was, I was.
Hey, um...
Bro, I'm gonna be completely honest with you, all right?
I'm, uh... I'm friends with Eric, too.
Oh.
Yeah.
What was your name again?
You know, I've been talking to Eric.
He's in really rough shape right now.
And he just asked me to come over and talk to you man to man,
no bullshit, no lawyers, and, you know, just... Just...
Okay, okay, here's... Here's the thing. Yeah. All right?
- He swears that he didn't shoot you. - Listen.
I'm gonna ask you to get the fuck off my property right now, okay?
He said he wasn't even there, bro.
- I mean, I'm not calling you a liar, man. - I didn't say you were.
I don't got evidence either way, bro. I got nothing.
- I'm not gonna ask you twice. We're done. - Come on.
Come on, man. Come on. Come on. Just...
Just hear me out, please. Just hear me out.
'Cause I see shit.
I do.
All the time now.
And it's changed me.
It's changed me. I'm not the same guy I once was, and you know what?
I just wanna help you change.
I can't talk about this case.
No, you don't have to talk about it. How about that?
Okay? I just want you to think about it, that's it.
Okay? That's all I ask, that you...
- You get sober and see it for what it is. - I'm sober.
- Are you, though? - Dude, I'm very fucking sober.
Are you sober in your thoughts?
Hm?
Do you see it? What's your next move? What's your next move? Huh?
'Cause I'm sorry, but...
- you're running out of time. - What the fuck does that mean?
- Are you threatening me? - Oh, no.
- Is that what's going on here? - No, no, no, man.
No, I'm not threatening you.
I'm not, bro.
You know what?
You're... You're actually threatening you. Heh.
'Cause I don't control this.
This is just ticking, I ain't got nothing to do with it.
Just ticking. Ticktock, that's it.
It's late.
I know. I'm sorry.
Thanks for coming.
Eric's falling apart.
He's talking all kinds of shit, and I...
He wanted me to call you. You won't take his calls.
And I wanna do right by him, you know?
Isn't there anything you can do to help him?
Now?
No, nothing.
He seems to think that you're intentionally trying to hurt him.
I...
I know you, John. I told him you wouldn't do that.
Will you just answer his call?
Look, I... I can't answer his calls.
- You could explain yourself. - Listen.
You gotta understand, I've got a job to do.
And I do... I'm gonna do my job.
I have nothing against your brother.
I'm gonna go on the stand,
say what I saw at the crime scene.
I'm gonna read my report, and that's all.
Have you ever seen this?
Found it in my mom's drawer.
- They're young. - Yeah.
What happened to Danny's arm?
I don't know.
Never seen this.
You want it?
No, Chelsea, I don't want it.
I'm sorry. Thanks for coming.
I don't know what else to do.
Please, help him, John.
You're not responsible for your mother's actions, Nolan.
I know, but you should take it.
She stole from you...
and I'd feel better.
You know, pay your debts and all that.
Well, thank you.
Nolan, it's a very...
honorable gesture, but...
I can't accept it.
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah. I just...
Feel like I missed out.
On what?
I don't know, I get here and everything...
falls apart.
Nothing's falling apart, Nolan.
We're all still here.
In spirit,
if not in body.
You're not.
We're not.
People are gone, Sally.
And anyone who's left is just kind of...
I don't know, messed up.
Well...
things'll work out.
They always do.
Told you.
I fucking told you.
I get it now.
You're right.
Yeah.
Thank you.
- Even John. - Did you show him?
They're all lying.
Let's fuck them up.
What the fuck do you want?
Hello?
Hey, John, it's Victoria Conte,
calling to confirm you're up first for us tomorrow, 10 a.m.
Oh, yes.
Any questions? Concerns?
No. I'll see you in the morning.
The fucking whole roof comes off.
Danny, I'm just saying that your family, they just...
They don't give a fucking shit about you, man.
Fuck your family, fuck the fucking Rayburns.
They hate you, man. They always will.
- Jesus fucking Christ. - Hey.
- Hey! - Okay, man.
Okay, I'm... I'm just trying to help, man. I'm on your side.
Raise your right hand.
Do you swear or affirm that the testimony which you're about to give
will be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth,
- so help you God? - I do.
Be seated.
Please state your full name and occupation.
Jonathan Robert Rayburn.
I'm a detective with the Monroe County Sheriff's Department.
And, Detective Rayburn, have you and I met before today?
Yes, ma'am.
And have we talked about this case before today?
Yes, ma'am, we have.
You and Mr. Marx have both helped prepare me.
And what did we tell you to say?
You told me to tell the truth.
Thank you.
And you've been a police officer for how long?
Twenty-seven years.
And in that time, you have received a number of commendations for excellence.
Is that correct?
Yes, ma'am.
If I could just read off the following:
The Award of Valor, the Chief's Special Award,
seven different Awards of Commendation, five Unit Citations,
the Matthew Blickle Community Service Award,
and you were recognized by the Florida Police Chiefs Association
for exceptional achievement and commitment to the public.
Yes, ma'am.
Quite an illustrious career.
And over the course of your career,
did there come a time when you were involved in an investigation
into the death of an officer
of the Monroe County Sheriff's Department named Marco Diaz?
Yes, ma'am.
And when and where did you first become involved?
I was notified at approximately 2:45 a.m.
And that night, after you visited the crime scene,
you went home, you checked in with your family,
you conferred with Sheriff Aguirre on tactical plans,
then you went to the hospital
and you donated blood to your brother, Kevin.
But I'd like to go back to earlier in the evening,
between 8:30 and midnight.
- Your cell phone gets 17 calls... - Objection, Your Honor. Relevance.
- Sustained. - Your Honor...
Not your witness, and Rayburn's private phone calls are hardly relevant.
I'm trying to establish the credibility...
Who he talked to that night doesn't materially affect his ability
to see, hear or think about the crime scene.
When was the last time you saw Eric?
That would be, uh...
three weeks... prior to the night in question.
Which would be the 23rd, if I'm not mistaken.
You didn't see him at 8 p.m. the night of the murder?
- No, ma'am. - Perhaps you're misremembering.
Didn't you find Eric and handcuff him and put a gun to his head?
Objection, speculation.
I'm trying to establish that John Rayburn has a historical bias towards my client.
I'd like to show how it applies to the night in question.
Your Honor, Detective Rayburn is an honorable police officer.
- I trust we're getting there, counselor. - In fact,
didn't you find Eric a few days later on the 19th
and offer him a gun and other gear to protect himself?
Objection, Your Honor. Speculation.
Overruled. Answer the question.
- Your Honor... - Answer the question.
No, ma'am.
You were at the crime scene and the gun disappeared.
And then you visited Eric on the 19th?
- No, ma'am. - But didn't he end up with the gun?
Yes, but I can assure you that had nothing to do with any of my actions.
Your Honor...
Counselors, please approach the bench.
Hi, John.
You know why I came down here...
in the first place, started my career?
I always thought I'd be somebody that left things better than I found them.
I'm a small-town guy, always had been.
Not meant for the big stage.
And I thought that I could do it here, have an impact.
You get a certain age, and, you know...
you start thinking about how you did, how you're leaving things.
And I did some good, sure,
but in my second year on the force, I did something wrong.
Real wrong.
Swallowing your family's lie about Danny, no, that wasn't it.
No, this was... irreversible.
And not long after, a few months, I got a chance to make it right.
To come clean, fix it.
I didn't do it.
Now I'm an old man,
milling around,
trying to patch up a million little mistakes that are long gone,
meaningless, all because I didn't do the one thing when I had the chance.
I don't know what in hell is going on here,
but I've got a pretty good guess.
And if I'm right,
this is your one chance.
And by 3:10 a.m., you entered the crime scene.
Is that correct?
That's accurate. It is all detailed in the crime scene logs.
Yes, you've offered your professional assessment of the crime scene, Detective.
But I'm just wondering,
why were you there in the first place?
I was one of the responding officers.
But wasn't it a breach of investigation protocol
for you to have been admitted early to a crime scene
where your brother had been shot?
No, ma'am, I was doing my job.
And what exactly was the job that you were doing?
Investigating, looking for leads.
Did you find Detective Diaz's gun at the scene?
No, ma'am.
Are you sure? Did you look everywhere for it?
It was not in its holster.
Was it under the bed?
- I don't know. - Did you check under the bed?
- No, ma'am. - Was it in the bathroom?
I don't know.
We don't need to go through every square inch of the house.
Get to the point.
Well, as we've seen in Exhibit 3,
no gun was found at the scene...
after the crime scene investigators finished their report at 4:45 a.m.
What time did you leave the scene, Detective?
That would have been approximately 3:20.
So, you were there for less than ten minutes.
Yes, ma'am. Again, it's all detailed in the reports.
I was there seven minutes total.
And did anybody go into the house with you?
No, ma'am.
But you had been there before.
Detective Diaz and I were partners and friends foremost.
Yes, ma'am, I'd been there many times.
So, you did a sweep of the house alone,
between 3:10 and 3:17 a.m.,
before there was a record of what was and was not present at the scene.
I did not conduct a sweep.
Did you touch anything?
No, ma'am.
You didn't take anything?
- No, ma'am. - Could you have?
Ma'am?
Did you have the time and the privacy to put a gun in your pocket, for example?
Yes, ma'am, I suppose so.
Did anybody search you when you left Marco Diaz's house?
No, ma'am.
So, to be clear,
you were alone in the crime scene for roughly seven minutes...
and nobody searched you when you left the house?
That is correct.
What were you doing in there, Detective Rayburn?
Well, as I said, I was, uh...
I was looking for leads.
I was...
I...
I was saying goodbye to a friend.
Did any of these leads lead you to believe
that Eric O'Bannon had committed this crime?
- No, ma'am. - No.
And as we've seen in Exhibit 5,
no other suspect was ever even considered.
Why was that, Detective Rayburn?
It's because we had an eyewitness.
And who was that eyewitness?
Kevin Rayburn.
And do you know Kevin Rayburn?
- Yes, ma'am. - How do you know Kevin Rayburn?
Kevin Rayburn is my brother.
So, other than your brother's personal opinion,
was there any other reason to suspect that Eric had done this?
Yes, ma'am.
Yes?
Yes, ma'am.
And what was that, in your opinion?
Marco...
I'm sorry, Detective Diaz had mentioned to me
that he was going to rescind Eric O'Bannon's immunity deal
because he thought that Eric had something to do with my brother's death
- and may have even killed my brother. - That's bullshit.
- Danny was my best friend! John! - Order.
You know that. I didn't do anything!
- You are in contempt. - Please, John, don't do this to me!
- John, why are you doing this to me? - Eric, stop. Stop!
- John, don't do this! - Recess.
- Recess until O'Bannon controls himself. - Why are you doing this to me?
Please, John!
When is this gonna end?
I think my family's cursed, Father Lopez.
I'm sorry, Sally.
If you're not taking this seriously...
You don't have children. You can't understand.
Sometimes...
I hate them.
You know who God is?
A parent with insanely violent and destructive children.
What do I do?
I can tell you that...
he had two choices:
Destroy them, or...
or die for them.
Will you please state your full name?
Chelsea Catherine O'Bannon.
Have you ever had your deposition taken?
No, ma'am.
Okay. Let's go over ground rules.
Rayburn.
- You have a collect call from... - Eric O'Bannon.
At the Monroe County Detention Center.
Will you accept the charges?
All right.
So, you're at the bar, you're drinking with Meg Rayburn
until what time?
- Eleven thirty. - And then what happens?
She was telling me for half an hour,
saying things like:
"I'm gonna go fix this shit."
She was saying "like"?
That's what she said.
Did she say specifically what she meant by "this shit"?
Marco Diaz.
She was gonna fix Marco.
And how do you know that?
I drove her there.
Where?
To Marco Diaz's house.
- Why wouldn't you reveal that till now? - I didn't wanna get involved.
Why not?
I feared for my safety.
My personal safety.
You feared for it?
Yes.
Well, Miss O'Bannon,
what are you so afraid of?
Miss O'Bannon, answer the question.
What exactly are you afraid of?
The Rayburns.
And what they'd do to me.