Keith Morrison

I... Kind of doubt it?

Doubt it, yeah.

It wasn't long before they took Jennings to downtown L.A., to the imposing monolith in Chinatown called the Men's Central Jail.

And the long, slow march to trial was assailed by doubters at every turn.

There were a lot of prosecutors and supervising prosecutors in the DA's office that told Michael Blake, our DA, get rid of this thing, dismiss it.

It's not going to go anywhere.

You're never going to win it.

It's a loser.

Move on.

And Michael Blake, the day of the preliminary hearing, was told, get rid of this thing.

And he's got his people to answer to.

Everybody's got a boss.

And so he asked me, he said, what do you think?

That's pressure.

And I said, Michael, whatever you want to do, I'll back you.

I said, but if we don't go ahead with this, it'll never go to trial.

And he looked at me and said, let's go.

March 20th, 2008, dawn cool and clear, the air crisp with the first day of spring.

As Raymond Jennings, jailhouse pallet, was led through passages the son had never seen,

to the ninth floor of L.A.