Hi, welcome to Hollywood crime scene. This is Rachel Fisher.

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Thanks, guys. Thank you so much. This episode is part two of our story on James P. Watson.

And as I said last week, my two main sources for these two episodes was the book American Blue

Beard, Lies and Dead Wives by Elaine Lorraine Barnett Ruff. And the majority of my research for this

episode, our part two, was old newspaper articles, which there were a lot. This was front page news

in the Los Angeles Times for a long time, for months. Okay, where we left off last week.

JP Watson was charged with bigomy in Los Angeles, but detectives couldn't prove he murdered his

wife Nina Deloney without a body. Up in Washington, the body of Elizabeth Pryor, who was one of Watson's

other wives, was found and the DA up there wanted to extradite him to face murder charges. But Watson

didn't want to go to prison in Washington. He knew he might be hanged. So he agreed to a deal.

He would give up the location of Nina Deloney's body and serve a life sentence in San Quentin.

For nearly three hours, Watson confessed his crimes to Los Angeles district attorney Woolwine.

Woolwine began by asking Watson how many people he had killed. Watson answered that it was really

hard for him to remember. He said that he would become overcome with an urge to marry women and

then murder him, murder them. He said that he felt that something was urging him to commit these acts

and that it felt justified in his mind. He described keeping trophies from his victims, quote,

I would go and keep things belonging to them, things I couldn't use, put them away, go look at them,

off times have pleasure just looking at the things that accumulated. Then I would try to reason

with myself. Am I right or am I wrong? Now, he would have these sort of moments of like

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