Molly Miller

Molly was raised in Woodinville, WA and grew up building forts in the forest and running through poison ivy to escape imaginary tree monsters. She left the woods to attend The University of Chicago where she double majored in Political Science and Theatre. After graduation Molly became the youngest performing improviser on a house team at the iO Theater and was cast in productions at the Court Theatre, The Annoyance and The Second City. While performing, Molly partnered with The Public House Theatre to write and produce a series of plays, including her long-running dramedy, Double Booked. In 2015 she wrote and executive produced Tribulation: The Musical, which opened for a six month run at the Mission Theatre where it received critical acclaim and went on to mount at the New York Fringe Festival. In 2017 Molly began her MFA in Screenwriting at USC where she was an Annenberg Fellow and the recipient of the 2018 Edward Small Screenwriting Award. Since graduating Molly has become obsessed with the criminal justice system. When she’s not at court Molly can be found watching crime dramas while doing jigsaw puzzles.


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Cops and the Art of Lying 2: The Polygraph Tactic

The following is Part 2 of Crime Story’s coverage of the People vs. Jose Peralta. You can find Part 1 here. You’re innocent.  So when a detective accuses you of murdering your neighbor, you agree to take a polygraph test. It doesn’t matter that the officer claims that they have security footage and DNA evidence of your guilt. This is a misunderstanding. It’s a nightmarish who-dunnit that manifested in reality. It should be easy to clear up. Because you know you’re innocent.

Cops and the Art of Lying

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To Imprison or Divert in L.A.

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Third Floor Madness

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