Prosecuting Casey Anthony

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The entire country

was fixated on this case.

And I had never

seen the level of passion

and anger and rage

directed at one person.

And then the verdict comes in.

And how could the court

of public opinion,

and, as I personally believe,

the facts of the case,

be in such shocking contrast

to the verdict in the courtroom?

Well, you're

the prosecutor, Jeff.

You tell me.

Now, in your book,

you talk about

your 30 years as a prosecutor

for the state of Florida.

homicide convictions,

death-penalty convictions...

an almost perfect record...

Until Casey Anthony.

What went wrong?

You mean,

other than the verdict?

[ Chuckles ]

Not a thing.

Man:
Well,

just ask yourself this...

what kind of mother

doesn't report a missing child?

Right there,

you know what happened.

Let's listen to the 911 call

made by Casey's mother,

Cindy Anthony,

when she learned that caylee

had gone missing.

Woman:
Can I take your order,

please?

Uh, a breakfast sandwich

and a... a coffee, thanks.

Dispatcher:
Calm down.

Man:

Now let's listen to tot mom

Casey Anthony herself

on that same 911 call.

$4.68, please.

Thank you.

Grandma's

having a nervous breakdown,

- Thank you.

- Even the 911 operator sounds upset.

But miss Casey's

not stressing at all.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Thank you.

Jeff, thanks for meeting me.

Linda.

Do you want something?

No, thank you.

You been following this?

Are you kidding me?

Me and everybody in America.

Tot mom. Let's see.

We'll go over here.

Yeah.

So, let me ask you something...

how do you lose your child

for 31 days and not say a peep?

To, uh, save your sexy ass

from homicide charges?

You don't believe

her kidnapping story?

The nanny named zanny?

There's no such person.

A fake nanny for a fake job.

It seems that Casey

has been leaving the house

dressed up every day

Monday through Friday for years.

She leaves the house. She waves

goodbye to her parents.

Linda:
She drags her kid,

drops her off

with an imaginary nanny

when she goes to work

that she doesn't have,

she's never had.

What job did Casey say she had?

Event planner,

and given the event

her life has become,

it's ironic.

And you have her up for...

child neglect,

lying to investigators,

interfering with

a criminal investigation.

But, Jeff, this little girl's

not coming home.

Are there any forensics at all?

Circumstantial.

There's a smell

in the trunk of the car,

there's a hit on the car

from a cadaver dog,

and there's one hair

consistent with caylee's

that shows something

called a "band of death."

Post-mortem root banding,

sure.

Of course you know what that is

because you're a geek.

It's from human decomp.

When the slp putrefies,

the bacteria begins to eat away

the hair follicle.

Okay. Thanks.

Thank you.

Can I get a coffee, please?

Sure.

Thanks.

[ Bell jingles ]

This is your kind of job.

Meaning what?

You got the first conviction

in the entire world

based on DNA evidence.

That was a good day.

You're still the go-to guy

for forensics.

You're working me.

Not yet. I'm feeling you out.

There's a difference.

Thank you.

I may not be

doing you any favors.

No one has

your expertise, Jeff.

That didn't keep the boss

from burying me

in felony trials

to wait out retirement.

And you're wasted there.

[ Chuckles ]

Why don't you tell him that?

He loves to brag

about your DNA case.

Lawson doesn't think

I'm a team player.

You're not.

Well, I don't think we should

have the lowest conviction rate

in the entire state of Florida.

Second-worst.

Don't exaggerate.

We're getting jury convictions

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