we have to do our job. reporter: michael dippolito, her husband of six months, gunned down in their townhouse. the cops were telling her, but she would not be allowed to go inside to see the body. i need you to go with these detectives okay? oh no. no. does he have enemies? is there anyone who would want to hurt him? oh no. no, no. if you want to help out your husband you need to go to the station and tell these gentlemen and tell us everything you know about who he knows and who he s connected to. reporter: the investigation was only minutes old and the officers told dalia they d need her cooperation in understanding what had happened. we re gonna do everything we can okay. so we need your help. we need to get your husband s killer ma am. reporter: dalia was whisked off to the police station where she d soon find out that the detectives thought they knew much more about the details of the crime than they were letting on. this case was about to get very complicated, o
motivation to the jury, the prosecutor had a capper. something really dreadful: the medical examiner s testimony that injuries observed on the murdered daughter, five-year old jill, were consistent with sexual abuse. so, not a little girl falling on the monkey bars? no, it wasn t monkey bars. wasn t a bicycle. anything like that. reporter: so there was the prosecution s accused: womanizer. child-molestor. the killer with blowback bloodspatter on his t-shirt. the defense lawyers had their work cut out for them. you had an uphill fight as the defense attorney? oh yes, sir. yes. and that s not unusual but this one was just so much more high profile. the timeline of the crime. that was their smoking gun. the defense is about to stop the clock.
anthony: so uh roger lived principally in chicago? bruce: oh yes. and he had, believe me, he had plenty of opportunities to leave. i mean, he was offered some serious dough to go to new york and go to la. anthony: why didn t he go? bruce: in chicago, favors are worth more than money and loyalty. in chicago, this is very important. roger is one of the most loyal people. he was loyal to his friends, to his family. and i just, i don t have any problem understanding why he decided to stay here.
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mess ? anthony: yes. afrika: that s the big baba, brother rashad, that s right. anthony: he and his associates in the zulu nation were absolutely instrumental in shaping what became hip-hop culture break-dancing, graffiti, deejaying, and rap. anthony: is the story true that you you d soak your records in water and take the label off? afrika: oh yes. we either, we put tape on it or we soaked the label off. um, you know, you had spies in each other s camps, you know, trying to find out what was the beat bambaataa playing. so, i used to soak it up. i used to put on tape to cover the records. and we was digging in the crates hard. anthony: you were, um, unusually voracious in your musical taste. of all the records in the world, how did you come upon kraftwerk? afrika: that came about digging in the crates down in the village. i said, this look type of weirdos here. so, when i took it home and i heard the sound, i said, whoa! i said, this is some funky hmm! i said,