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In the spring of 2003, in hospitals throughout Providence and Boston, victims of the Station fire continue to fight for their lives. In the months since the fire, three more people have died in the hospital, bringing the death toll to 99. But Gina Russo still clings to life. She's been in a medically induced coma for 11 weeks. But one day in May 2003, Russo blinks into consciousness. Her brother in law is in the room and rushes to get doctors. At first, Russo doesn't remember anything about the fire. She's heavily medicated, and she's repressed much of what happened due to trauma. She knows that she's being treated for burns, but because she is bedridden and unable to see or touch her injuries, she's unaware of the extent of them. Her family and doctors tried to shelter her from the truth. Their concern for her mental state if she finds out just how badly she's injured or that her fiance, Fred Chrysostomy, died in the fire. So they ignore questions about him or the extent of her injuries, choosing instead to fill conversations with updates about Russo's sons and other family members. But one day, Russo demands answers about Chrysostomy and her own condition. Weeping, Russo's sister is forced to tell her the truth. That he died along with 98 other people. Russo doesn't believe it at first, but when it hits her, she cries inconsolably. And soon the reality of her own situation becomes even worse. A few days after learning about her fiance's death, a nurse let slip that Russo lost her left ear in the fire. She's shocked. She can hear fine out of that side, so she had no idea it was damaged, let alone burned off completely. She's also furious and sick of people hiding the truth from her. She tells the nurse that she wants a doctor to come to her room and tell her everything, no matter how bad. So a few minutes later, a doctor enters with a serious expression on his face. He pulls up a chair next to Russo's bed, looks her squarely in the eye. I understand you have some questions for me. I was told I lost my left ear. That's true. Unfortunately, there are some amazing prosthetics these days, though. I don't care about that. I need to know if I've lost anything else. I'm sick of surprises. No, no, you did not lose any other body part. But I don't want to sugarcoat it. You are severely injured. You've suffered fourth degree burns on your scalp. You probably will never grow hair again. So I'm bald? Yes. But like with prosthetics, there are really great wigs. Now, once you've healed, you can get fitted for one. Anything else? Well, there is some good news. We were able to save your hands. We didn't have to amputate them, but they are badly damaged and it's unlikely you'll ever have the full usage of them again. But I type for a living. I'm a medical receptionist. I'm so sorry, but between the nerve damage and the scar tissue, it's unlikely you'll get the dexterity back to be able to type. Well, how am I going to work? I'm sure you'll be able to find another job, but one that's mostly typing may not be the right fit anymore. I understand this is a lot to process. No, no, you tell me everything. What else happened to me? All right. Well, your legs were largely unburnt, but you'll still see scarring because we needed to take skin grafts from the burns on your scalp, arms and hands. So even the parts of me that weren't burnt are scarred? Yes. And then there's your back. Parts of it were badly burned, but other parts were fine. I think you were partly protected by the people who fell on top of you. You mean the people who died. The doctor nods. Russo turns away, emotion overwhelming her. Gina, I'm sorry this has happened to you. But you're strong and you'll find a way to get through this. The doctor gently pats her shoulder and stands up and exits the room, leaving Russo alone with her thoughts. She stares up at the ceiling, knowing the months ahead will be painful, full of surgeries and rehabilitation, but it's hard to imagine life beyond that. She's lost her hair, her skin, her career, her fiance. The fire took everything from her single mother. Gina Galvin also faces an uncertain future. After six weeks in her own medically induced coma, she awoke to find that she had burns over 60% of her body. Doctors were forced to amputate her left hand due to infection and remove all but two fingers on her right. But as both injured women go through rehab, some of their depression turns into determination. Galvin, who loves to paint, vows to continue her hobby even without her dominant hand. And only two fingers on her other one. And a few weeks after leaving the hospital, Rousseau's younger son, Nicholas, gives her a hug for the first time since before the fire. This moment of reconnection helps give Russo a renewed sense of purpose. She resolves to recover so she can take care of her kids again. Over the next month, Russo endures painful daily procedures to help her skin heal. She undergoes intense rehabilitation and relearns basic skills like walking, eating, and dressing herself. In June 2003, one month after waking up from her coma, Russo goes home from the hospital. It's a major milestone in her recovery. But being back in her old environment is a constant reminder of how much her life has changed. She has so many memories of her life before, of spending time with Chrysostomy in this house, of taking care of her boys, of entertaining her friends and family. She tells herself that she's lucky to have survived. But it's also hard to feel grateful when the sight of her own face reminds her of how much she's lost. Russo wants all the people who contributed to her pain to pay for their negligence. But the grand jury hearings drag on for months with no word about what kind of justice will be served or if it will be at all. Finally, in December 2003, 10 months after the fire, Russo is invited to attend a meeting held by Rhode Island Attorney General Patrick Lynch. The grand jury has come down with indictments, and lynch wants victims and family members to hear the charges before they go public. It's an emotional invitation to receive. Russo is relieved that people are finally being held accountable, but she's frustrated to discover that she isn't being invited as one of the fire's victims, but only as the fiance of one. She learns that Rhode island law allows for criminal negligence charges to be brought only for lives that are lost, not for lives that have been destroyed by injury. Still, as Russo walks into a conference room at the West Valley Inn and settles into a folding chair, she tries to focus on the positive. She's here to see justice served for her fiance, Fred Chrysostomy. The room's windows are shut, and the place is hot and stuffy, packed with the family members of other victims. All the chairs are filled, and there's a group of people standing in the back. After a moment, Attorney General lynch walks into the room, followed by an aide from his office. As he reaches the front, the crowd turns silent. Russo leans forward in her seat. Lynch begins by thanking everyone for coming, then announces that the state is moving forward with criminal negligence charges against Great White tour manager Daniel Beakley, who ignited the pyrotechnics, and stationed nightclub owners Jeffrey and Michael Derdarian. Then lynch pauses. Russo waits for him to continue naming more people, but instead, lynch starts explaining how the cases against Beakley and the Drederians will go forward. It quickly hits Russo that this is it, that the three people he named are the only ones who are going to face charges. Not fire inspector Dennis Larocque, not Great White singer Jack Russell, and not the bouncer who blocked her and Chrysostomy from escaping through the exit closest to the stage. Russo doesn't feel it's right, and it's clear other people in the room agree. One man standing in the back yells about all the fire hazards in the room they're in right now. The windows can't be opened. There's only one exit. If a fire broke out, several people in the room would die. It proves that no one in the state has learned anything from this fire. Others start yelling, voicing their anger and grace, grief that their loved ones aren't getting justice. And as she listens, Russo feels overcome with rage. For months, the only thing holding her together has been the hope that everyone who played a role in this disaster would face some kind of justice. Now she feels like she's falling apart all over again. It seems like no one in authority cares that this fire killed so many people. They don't care that it's left her and many others permanently disfigured. They don't care that she's unable to work, unable to play with her kids. And while three men will face charges, she's not satisfied with that. To her and the other angry people in the room, it's not enough. There's more blame to go around. And Gina Russo isn't going to give up until everyone pays the price for their negligence. In December 2003, the grand jury votes to indict Daniel Beakley, Jeffrey Derdarian, and Michael Derdarian on 100 counts each of involuntary manslaughter and misdemeanor manslaughter. Prosecutors advise against charging fire marshal Dennis Larocque, citing state laws that shield government officials from criminal prosecution if they were acting in good faith. But for those who are indicted, the wheels of justice turn slowly, and more than two years pass before any of them face consequences. But finally, in May 2006, Great White Tour manager Daniel Beakley pleads guilty to all counts of misdemeanor manslaughter. He's sentenced to 15 years total, with 11 years suspended, meaning he'll serve four. At his sentencing hearing, Beakley gives a tearful speech apologizing for his role in the deaths of so many people. But his apology does little to sway many survivors and loved ones of victims who think four years behind bars is far too lenient. And they hope to see the Dardarians receive far longer sentences. But the brothers enter a plea of not guilty. They are adamant they did nothing wrong. And when given the chance to present their evidence in trial, they are sure the jury will agree. The Dardarians know that the main evidence against them is the path packing foam on the walls, and the state will argue that they did not do due diligence in assessing its flammability before installing. But the brothers have a written order request that shows they specifically ordered sound foam, not packing foam. And an expert witness will testify that, by industry standard, sound foam is flame retardant. To the brothers, this evidence proves that they were not negligent. State prosecutors also seem to have some doubts about their case. To prepare for a trial, the Attorney General's office brings in mock juries and runs practice versions of their arguments. Over and over, the mock juries either vote to acquit the brothers or are unable to reach a verdict. The jurors have a hard time wrapping their heads around the idea that the Derdarians can be held criminally responsible if they hadn't intended for anyone to die. And if the mock juries won't go for conviction, there's no reason to believe a real one will either. But the victims are adamant. They want a trial. They want witnesses testifying under oath and every piece of evidence entered into the public record. A trial feels like their only chance to learn the truth about what happened that night. And with the victims and family members so vocal about their desires, prosecutors feel they have no choice but to take the Derderans to court. The brothers are to be tried separately, and Michael is up first. But as jury selection begins, prosecutors have a change of heart. They begin to think that a trial would be harder on the victims, families, and survivors than a plea deal, especially if they lose the case. So in September 2006, prosecutors approach Michael, Drudarian's attorney, and make an offer. It's an enticing one, but Michael will have to get Jeffrey on board. He knows the conversation is going to be hard and emotional. It's not the kind of thing either of them wants to discuss in front of their kids. So Michael asks Jeffrey to meet him at a Dunkin Donuts in the evening after peak hours. When Jeffrey walks in, Michael waves him over to a table in the back corner of the deserted shop. Michael pushes a Styrofoam cup of coffee toward his brother. There you go. Ordered for you. Thanks. So what's going on? Well, the prosecutor's office approached my lawyer, and I think they've offered a pretty good deal. Oh, Michael, we said no deals. We didn't do anything wrong. We swore we would never plead guilty to a crime we didn't commit. Well, that's the thing. We wouldn't have to plead guilty. What do you mean? Well, they said we could plead no contest, which means we wouldn't be admitting guilt, but we're not contesting the charges. It doesn't sound any different. Well, it is different. Different? They're offering what they're calling a. A buy one set, one free deal. If we agree to this, one of us goes to prison and the other one does community service. And I wanted to tell you that I'll do it. I'll go to prison, Michael. No way we can beat this. We have a good case. Well, we have good facts, but we talked it over with the jury expert, and they say juries rule based on emotion as much as they do facts. And they have all the emotion. No one. They could win this, and we could be looking at 20 years. So why did the prosecutor come to you with a deal? Doesn't that mean that they're worried they couldn't win? Yeah, maybe. But it's still a risk to go to trial. Yeah, but it's a risk maybe we should take. We could both be free. Why are you the one going to jail, Jeffrey? Your boys need you. Your kids need you. They're older. Ashley doesn't even live at home anymore. They'll understand. Your boys are young. Losing their dad. No, we can't do that to them. You need to be home. Oh, I don't know. I think the reality here is that there is no good option. This one might be the best of a bad bunch. I'll go in, serve the same sentences. Daniel Beakley got four years. It's minimum security. They're even saying I'll probably get a work release, so I'll spend the day at a job and just sleep in prison. But Jeffrey. Look, I can do this. Jeffrey hesitates for a moment. Well, if your wife or kids need anything while you're gone, you tell them to call me at once. Anything. I'll take care of whatever they need. I know you will, man. Jeffrey stands up and the two brothers hug. Six and a half years ago, when they decided to go into business together, they never expected it would turn to this. But they're going to get through it, just like they've gotten through everything together. When word of the plea bargain gets out, family members and victims are furious. They pour into the courtroom on the day of the official sentencing, angry and vocal. The judge warns them that they are welcome to make statements, but nothing they say will change the sentencing. He tells them that they can talk about their loss but not comment on the bargain itself. Gina Ruddy Russo, though, is determined to speak her mind regardless of the judge's instructions. So when it's her turn, she stands up and removes her jacket. She's wearing a short sleeved shirt that reveals the scars on her arms. The legal system may not care about survivors like her, but she's determined to make the Dadarians and everyone who signed off on this deal get a good look at what she suffered in the fire. She strides to the stand, stares directly at the brothers. She tells them how her fiance did everything he could to save her, how he shoved her through the crowd of people telling her to go. How she lost him in a sea of people burning alive. She says she was sure she was going to die, but somehow she survived. What's hardest is knowing that this tragedy could have been prevented. Then she turns to the judge. She tells him she knows he's not going to change his mind mind, but she wants him to know that while Michael is serving four years in prison and Jeffrey is doing community service, she's serving a sentence of her own. Every day she has to confront herself in the mirror, see her scars. Every week she visits her fiance's grave and weeps. She cries for the life they could have had together. She cries for the life she'll never get to live, for the life that was taken from her on the night of the fire. This is, Rousseau says, her life sentence.