Most of this episode isn't about the book. Billy spends the first half on his sister's triplets, who just graduated eighth grade, and on the ceremony speeches he sat through. He's sure the principal's remarks were written by ChatGPT. He can't prove it, and he admits the problem might be his own head. The after-party was at a bar called Fogarty's, where the DJ played too loud to talk over, until the principal got on the dance floor and the kids went wild. James counters with a twenty-year-old AllMusic review that called a Springsteen disc the music he "churns out endlessly and effortlessly," a line that still bugs him. From there it's polygraphs. The true-crime internet calls them junk science. Both hosts decide they like the polygraph anyway. Then the show falls apart. Billy asks whether James looks blurry. James does. The chat piles on. James nearly quits, then reads the book instead. The passage is the 1974 grand jury, with Billy as prosecutor Woerheide and James as MacDonald. Woerheide wants the notes MacDonald scribbled on a yellow legal pad after the murders. MacDonald hides behind attorney-client privilege. He recasts his long Newsday statement as loose talk to a reporter, not sworn fact. Shown the diagram of 544 Castle Drive with his own stick figures on it, he insists the Provost Marshal drew it. He drew it himself. He claims he can't recall going on national TV with Bob Schieffer for Walter Cronkite, which the hosts find hilarious. He walks back his old "fifty destroyed fingerprints" line and softens the desk-lamp "Mutt and Jeff" interrogation story. They quit early and blame the internet. On the way out they trade theories about Helena Stokely. The last words are good luck to the US for its soccer game that night.