All language subtitles for I_Am_Mary_Jo_Buttafuoco_2026[_24227] (1)_Legendas01.ENG

Look, I don't know
what kinda game you're playin'

but I'm not interested!

No, you really need
to hear what I've gotta say.

I told you I'd tell
Joey you stopped by.

That good enough for you?
- No.

Everyone saw Amy
Fisher as a victim.

A teenaged girl seduced
by an older man.

And in some ways she was.

But that's not the whole truth.

Amy Fisher made choices,

devastating choices, that
nearly cost me my life.

I am Mary Jo Buttafuoco

and this is the first
time you're hearing

the story directly from me.

A story a lot of people
think they know, but don't.

Not all of it. Not everything.

Thank you for coming in,
Mary Jo.

Do you mind if I call
you Mary Jo?

Sure.

You know, you do not look
like someone

who was uh, shot
in the face.

- Well, it was over 30
years ago.

It's been a long journey
and the surgeries,

but here I am,
still intact.

- Here you are.

You know, and that's why I
think now is the time

that we make a documentary
about what you

and Amy Fisher
suffered through.

Excuse me.

- The other victim.

I think reuniting you two would
be what I would call undeniable.

- Just to make sure
that I'm following.

Mm-hmm.

- I get shot in the head,

which causes me to go through
decades of living hell.

Me, and my kids.

And you think that Amy Fisher,

the person who shot me,

is the other victim?

- Right?

- That bullet's still
lodged in my skull.

- A permanent reminder of
that day.

Thanks to what happened,
my beautiful, innocent children

and I learned what it
was like to be watched publicly,

long before the Kardashians.

Amy and Joey both
made choices

that changed all of
our lives forever.

Joey! Joey! Joey!

Look, I never had
nothin' to do with Amy Fisher.

Joey Buttafuoco took
advantage of my innocence.

- I did not sleep
with that girl!

- The gun went off by accident.

- You'd think, after all
this time,

my story's been fully told,
but it hasn't.

And I'll start by answering
the question

on most people's minds:

why did I believe Joey
didn't sleep

with Amy Fisher for so long,
after I was shot?

Or should I have realized
what kind of man Joey was

before any of this happened?

The answers are clearer now,
but they weren't back then.

Not when this all started.
Not on day one.

Think I'm sitting here.

What, are you shy?

My mother told me not
to talk to strangers, is all.

- I'm Joey. Joey Buttafuoco.
You are?

- Mary Jo. Mary Jo Connery.

- So, uh Mary Jo,
you believe in density?

You mean destiny?

- No, no, no, I'm talkin'
'bout the teacher.

- Don't be mean.

- Who's being mean?

Look at all the framed degrees
and diplomas behind her desk.

I'm talkin' about density, like
in the context

of describing
the volume of something.

But hey, seeing as you
brought up destiny.

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey!

I'm the luckiest
guy in the world.

Hmm, not gonna argue
with you.

- Oh, you better not,
Mrs. Buttafuoco.

'Cause with
our autobody business,

I'm gonna make sure we get
whatever we want

and whatever we need,
for the rest of our lives.

- I can't believe we were able

to save up for and buy a house
on top of planning this wedding!

- Stick with me, babe.

You're not gonna have
a bad day from here on out.

- Have you been drinking?

- It's a celebration, isn't it?

- Well, yeah. Whatcha got?

- Shh! Come on.
- Okay.

- Take a sip. That's the spirit.

- Oof!

Come on get
back to dancing!

- You think it's always gonna
be like this.

You and me,
on cloud nine.

- What could ever stop that?

Only, life moved on
a little faster

than either of
us expected.

- I'm pregnant.

For real?

- Uh... I mean, wasn't this
always the plan?

Get married,
buy a house, have kids?

- Yeah...
- Yeah.

But uh, are we even done
being kids yet ourselves?

I mean...

Life was just starting
to get good.

Look...

I-I can double check
with my doctor.

I mean, but these tests are
supposed to be pretty accurate.

Plus I'm late, which is why
I did the test

in the first place,
you know?

- You know what?

This is great.

This is really, really great.

You mean it?

You can always count
on me. You know that.

No matter what.

And that goes for
our kids, too.

I'd never do anything
to hurt ya.

Joey was my first
serious relationship,

my only sexual partner.

I was an Irish Catholic girl
in the 70s.

This was the man I loved,
I trusted.

I was committed to raising
a family with.

Being Joey's other half
became my identity.

And I was sure he loved me
just as much,

even though there were times
he definitely tested my limits.

Joey, they just pulled
up behind us.

You weren't speeding,
were you?

- How should I know?

- All right, just say
you're goin' into labor,

so I had to drive
a little faster.

- Joey, no, I'm not doin' that.

Just trust me on this,
Mary Jo. Come on!

Don't I always
know what I'm doin'?

What's the problem?

- You coulda gotten
a ticket, Joey.

- Key word, could've.

But I didn't. All 'cause
of my brilliant idea.

Yeah, yeah.

Joy to the world...

Ah, stick with me, babe.

- I can get away with anything.

I think Joey really
believed that,

which explains why his
behavior got even worse

after I gave birth
to our son, Paul.

- But the time our daughter
Jessie came along,

I was having more and
more trouble keeping track

of Joey and what
he was up to.

Ooh, what's that?
It's okay. Yeah.

- It's almost time
to take little Jessica back

to the nursery,
Mrs. Buttafuoco.

Oh, I'm waitin'
on my husband.

Uh, he went home to
get our son Paul

so he could bring him here and
meet his little sister.

Visiting hours ended
over 30 minutes ago.

- Really?

Promised he was comin' right
back. Didn't he?

Yeah, he did.

Yeah. It's okay, though.
I got you.

I was really excited to be
a good mom and wife.

I knew it was the right thing
to give up the partying.

But Joey, he sorta stayed
a perpetual teenager.

But that's what everyone
loved about him.

My mother considered him a son.

My baby sister Eileen thought of
him as an older brother.

Anytime I tried to share
behavior I was troubled by,

everyone assured me
that's just Joey.

All they saw was
his sweetness.

Not that he was usually
trying to make up

for some kind of bad behavior.

- Is there a beautiful
woman in here?

For me? Thank you.

Oh, Joey, it's beautiful!

All right, careful.
One big step.

All right. All right.
I trust you. Now we turn?

Ya-dah.

You got me
a sports car?!

- A sports car.
- Oh!

Mwah! Yeah, I did.

I kept telling myself
he'd eventually get it together

and be the man I thought
I married.

Yeah, honey, I got this.

Babe?

Don't be mad. I didn't mean
to stay out this late.

- It's after midnight, Joey.

- Remember you promised
you would come home

and help me put
the kids to bed?

Things got
a little outta hand.

Did they?

- Is it so wrong?

I just wanted
to let off a little steam.

All right, all right,
I messed up.

- I...

I think this partyin's
gettin' a little outta hand,

you know? I mean...

No, look, I-I need you...

to be a part of this family.

A part that the kids and
I can rely on. You know?

Or, or else, you know...
- Oh. Or else.

Yeah.

- Or else what? Hmm?

You can never stay mad
at me, babe.

- Hey, I'm not playin'
around, Joey.

I think it's time
you get some help.

Hmm?

Yeah. Help.

Just...

You know, to...

Look just to, just to, just
to control

whatever it is that...

makes you...

Hmm?

- You know you and the kids
mean the world to me.

I'll do anything
to prove that to ya.

- Anything?

- All right, I will
get some "help".

- You will?
- Your wish is my command.

- I love you, Joey Buttafuoco.

- And I love you,
Mary Jo Buttafuoco.

Yeah.

- And I'll never stop
provin' that to ya.

Never.

I should have seen
the pattern.

Joey would mess up,
promise to change,

then go right back
to his old ways.

But I loved him. I loved
our kids, our life.

I wanted to believe
him so badly.

- Yeah, that'll work as
a replacement part.

And I think uh... oh.

Can't be in the work area,
ma'am. It's too dangerous.

- I like danger. Makes me hot.

- How old are you?

- Sixteen. Why, like
what you see?

Talkin' 'bout my car.

Looks a little beat
up, to be honest.

Only 'cause I like
to go fast.

And sometimes I get distracted
when I see a cute guy.

- You're Elliot
Fisher's daughter.

- Oh, guilty.

But don't hold it
against me.

My dad has an account here
so he would want you

to take extra special care
of my car.

- Would he now?

- Mm-hmm.

- While I was home taking care
of our kids

and managing our life,

I honestly had no idea

what my husband was really
doing behind my back.

We're not done yet,
are we?

Don't you
ever get tired?

- Isn't that what you like
about me?

That I can go longer
and more often than your wife?

- All right, all right.

No more of this
pay-per-view stuff, okay?

These one-hour hotel stays
are breakin' my bank.

- You'd have a lot more time
and money if you left Mary Jo.

- How do you know
my wife's name?

- I know your kids' names too,
Paul and Jessica.

What's wrong
with that?

You know, I'm 17 now,

which means I'm legal in
the state of New York.

We could get married.

- Would you stop?

- Undressing you or talking
about getting married?

- All of the above.

- I-I... I wanna be with
you all the time.

- What part of "I'm married"
do you not understand?

- This is where I want you
to really pay attention.

I know now that Amy Fisher came
from a troubled background.

That she was struggling with
her own pain.

And I have compassion
for that young girl.

But that doesn't erase
the choices she made next...

calculated, deliberate choices.

She was determined to get
what she wanted

and she knew exactly
what she was doing.

- C'mere.

You're Steven, right?

- Yeah.

- I'm Amy. I know Lou. He told
me I could find ya here.

- I heard you would do...

just about anything to spend a
little time with a girl like me?

He did? I'm...
I mean uh... yeah.

=- As it happens, you are just
the kinda guy I'm lookin' for.

You got a gun, right?

- I've been on a few hunting
trips with my uncle.

Got a rifle.

- Hmm. Perfect.

'Cause I need you to
kill someone for me.

- Joey worked hard to provide
for the family.

But I was the one
running the household,

paying the bills, taking care
of every detail of our lives.

- Sure, he was a hard worker,

but Joey and my's relationship
was more like mother and son.

I grew up while Joey stayed
a perpetual teenager.

I did a lot of research
on adult men

who showed no signs
of maturing.

Peter Pan Syndrome describes
adults

who cling to teenage
habits and attitudes.

Yep, that was Joey, only I
had no idea what to do about it.

Still, never in
a million years,

did I think he'd ever
cheat on me and the kids.

Hey.

Thought you were mad at
me for not leaving my wife?

- Oh, how could I stay
mad at you, Joey?

We were meant to be together.

What're you doin'?

- Decided you've been
right all along.

- Oh yeah?

- As long as you're married,
I don't expect you to marry me.

'Course, if that ever changes...

I wanna be the first in line to
be the next Mrs. Buttafuoco.

Indistinct chatter

You did good, Steven.

We can use this information
for our next move.

Hello? Now we know when Mary
Jo's all alone in the house.

- For?

- For when we go there
to shoot her with your gun?

- Oh um... right.

You mean
my-my r-r-r-rifle?

- Mm-hmm.

- Um... I mean...

- Say it, Steven.

- I'm not really sure if I can
actually kill somebody.

- I mean, between you and me,

I had a hard time killing
a deer upstate.

- Hmm.

You wanna sleep
with me, don't you?

Then all you've gotta do is
kill that bitch.

Trust me, I'm doing a public
service here.

Mary Jo's an obstacle
that I'm clearin' outta

the way for everyone's sake.

Thanks for treating.

How's it that you come by
so much cash?

I mean, does your boyfriend...

- Joey? You can say his name.

- Yeah, but you here with me,
isn't that cheating?

- Uh, first off, he's cheating
on me with his wife.

Besides, he likes
that I'm so sexual.

It's one of my many qualities.

- Cool. So... he just
gives you money?

- Actually, I earn it.

Men pay to spend
time with me. You know,

through an escort service?

- And Joey's good with that?

- Yeah, what'd I just say?

He likes that I'm so comfortable
with my body.

- Cool.

- So uh, when are you free
to shoot Mary Jo?

The sooner the better.

- Gotta make sure I could get
a good aim at her.

You know, for the kill shot.

- Don't worry, Steven,
I got a plan.

- Hi. Can I help you?

- I'm here to raise money
for my high school.

I think you
went there too?

- How would you know that?

- The uh, principal's office
gave us a list of names

to solicit on account of uh,

he wanted us girls
to be safe

when raising money
for the school.

- And what are you
sellin' exactly?

Uh, candy bars.

Only got three left, then I'll
meet my goal.

- Just, just give me a moment.

- What you waitin' for?

Excuse me?

Um... um...

Which one do you want?

- You have a nice day.

Yeah, um...

You too.

- This isn't candy for
a school charity.

Is she serious?

What were you waitin'
for, a written invitation?

All you had to do
is take the shot.

- You kept on stepping
in front of my aim.

I did not want to shoot you
by mistake.

- So instead you didn't end up
shooting anybody.

After I planned
everything perfect.

- I tried telling you, I don't
think I could ever kill nobody.

- It's "can't kill
anybody" you idiot!

You could forget about me
ever sleepin' with you now.

- Sorry.

Don't be.

I'll find a way to
kill the bitch myself,

if it's the last thing I do.

- Amy Fisher became fixated
on Joey.

Looking back, I can see how
he manipulated

that young girl the same way
he manipulated me.

- He was that good
at convincing anyone

that they were the
center of his attention.

Everyone loved him.

He was mister fun.

He had everyone fooled.
Especially me.

- Your carburetor's filthy.

I gotta take out the whole
thing, clean it up.

I don't wanna let you drive
outta here without,

without me
doin' that, all right?

It's kind of expensive.
It is, yeah.

Joey, I got good news.

A way we can be together all
the time.

- Sir, I'll call you
back, all right?

- Out.

Joey...

- Hey, hey. Get it through
that thick skull of yours

once and for all, I'm married.

- Not for long, you're not.

Amy Fisher wasn't
about to stop trying.

In her mind, I was the only
thing standing between her

and the life she wanted
with Joey.

And she decided the solution
was to eliminate me.

She was gonna make it happen.

You're just crazy, man.

I see.

Couldn't help but notice
you been starin'

at me all night.

I'm Peter.

- I know.

Amy.

- You messin' with me?

- No, but you definitely
got somethin' I want.

- Do I now?

- Relax, Romeo.
I'm here on business.

- Business?

- Heard you could sell me a gun.

- Get lost, little girl.

- Eight hundred. Cash.

- Wow...
- Close your mouth, Peter.

You're practically drooling.

Gun first. Cash second.

- Oh yeah? What's third?

- You teachin' me how
to use it

so I don't miss
my intended target.

Mrs. Buttafuoco?

- Do I know you?

- No. Definitely not.

I'm Anne-Marie Fisher.

I'm here 'cause I'm concerned
about my little sister, Amy.

- Why do you um, why do
you look so familiar?

- Uh, probably seen me and my
sister around the neighborhood.

She's why I'm here.
She's only 17.

- And how old are you?

- Nineteen. Which is why
I'm...

so concerned about my little
sister, see? 'Cause,

your husband seduced her
when she was even younger

than she is now.

- Is... is this some
kind of prank?

- Your husband's
Joey Buttafuoco, right?

- Listen, look, I'm a little
busy right now

so if you're done messin'
around I'm gonna--

- No, no I'm serious.

Your husband and
my little sister

have been sleeping together.

- I have proof.

- Where'd you get this?

I mean, you can't even get
this at the shop yet.

- Your husband gave it to my
little sister.

after he slept with her.
Over and over and over.

- Look, I don't know how
you got this, but keep it.

I don't want it.

I'll tell Joey you stopped by.

- No, don't do that!

- Why not?

- Listen, I-I don't want any
trouble. I'm here because...

What are you lookin' at?

- Is that who you
came here with?

Look, I don't know what
kinda game you're playin'

but I'm not interested.

I told you I'd tell Joey you
stopped by, all right?

That good enough for you?
No.

Dr. Flores,
dial 182, please.

In an instant,
everything about my life

was changed forever.

- I don't understand. Shouldn't
we have heard something by now?

Mr. Buttafuoco.

- Oh, this is Eileen.

This is Mary Jo's sister.
Is Mary Jo okay?

- Your wife's still with us.

- The bullet severed her
carotid artery

and is lodged at
the base of her brain.

Just above her spinal column.

- But she'll be okay?
She'll live?

Honestly, it's too
early to tell.

We want to operate

but even if she survives
the surgery,

she's likely to
have severe brain damage.

Could even be paralyzed,
deaf, and or blind.

Now, with your permission,
we'll operate right away.

- You do what you gotta do.
You go save my wife.

- We'll do the best we can.

- I don't understand.

Who would do somethin' like
this? Who'd wanna hurt Mary Jo?

- Nobody I can think of,
that's for sure.

Mrs. Buttafuoco?

Mrs. Buttafuoco?

Mary Jo, can you hear me?

Can you blink if you hear me?

Mary Jo, you've been shot.

We're doing everything we can
for you.

Stay strong now. Okay?

- Mary Jo. Hey, who shot you?

Who did this to you?

Don't try to speak,
Mrs. Buttafuoco.

You've been outfitted with
a tracheostomy tube.

We'd better sedate her.

Can we at least
let her try writing?

I was fighting
for my life

while everyone else was
fighting about the truth.

No one took me
seriously at first

because they were convinced
that I had brain damage.

Not to mention,
they couldn't remove the bullet

since it might've
put me in even more danger.

- Anne-Marie, who's...

is that who shot you?

No. No, we... we don't
know any Anne-Marie.

She's writing more.

Even with a bullet in
my head

I was determined
to be heard.

- None of this is
makin' any sense.

Um...

Your wife has suffered a
great deal of harm.

It's very likely she's
delirious or... worse.

We're still assessing
possible brain damage.

I lost track of all
the surgeries

and physical therapy sessions
I had to go through.

I wasn't the one who
committed the crime

but I was the one
paying the price.

Mr. Buttafuoco,
I have some news.

The bullet penetrating your
jaw bone

likely saved your life.

But it got stuck
there and we weren't able

to remove it without
jeopardizing you further.

Unfortunately, with the
bullet being so close

to your brain and spinal cord,

it's likely that your
facial paralysis

and hearing
loss are permanent.

Honey, it's okay.

You don't, you don't have to.

- When can I go back to
solid foods at least?

As you know, your jaw
bone was shattered.

So only liquids for now.

- And uh, how 'bout her eye?

- Well, she has to wear an eye
patch for a while,

due to
severe corneal damage.

- We are gonna find
out who did this.

- I already know who did it.

And I know why she did it.

- I spoke to the nurse.

She's gonna have
your pain medication

at the top of the hour.

Hey...

Sweetheart, we're gonna
get through this. Okay?

I don't care what
that doctor says.

- What about what the...
the police think, huh?

- I keep tellin' ya, I...

I got no connection to this
Anne-Marie or her sister.

Honey, honey,

I did not have an affair with
this awful person who shot you.

-Or anyone, for that matter.

On our kids' lives, I swear.

What? Come on, come on.

Okay, okay, okay.

It hurts.

Only a few more
questions, Mrs. Buttafuoco.

- Anything to help find
who did this to Mary Jo.

- According to your wife, the
young lady with the gun

said that you and her little
sister were having an affair.

- Uh...

No, I got no knowledge
of that sorta thing.

- We gotta ask.
- The shirt.

You know how many shirts
we give away in a year?

- It was one of the new
golf shirts. Yeah.

- Those are still in boxes.

- Sh-sh... she said you gave it
to her little sister...

it's how she
was trying to prove that

what she said was true.

- Wasn't.

It isn't.

I don't know. Maybe someone
stole the shirt?

- Maybe another employee of the
autobody shop had access to 'em?

- You know, on second thought,

there actually was a customer
I-I gave one of those shirts

to as a preview.
A male customer.

Elliot Fisher.

- And he's the only one you
gave a golf shirt to?

- Maybe this Elliot Fisher has,
has daughters,

or nieces, or somethin'.

- We got somethin'.
- 'Bout time.

- That's her. Yeah, that's...

that's the girl that shot me.
Th-that's Anne-Marie.

- Amy. Amy Fisher.

The daughter of your
customer, Elliot Fisher.

- Wow. So, he got kids, huh?

One daughter.

- We just needed
your confirmation.

Now we can lure her in.

- How you gonna do that?

- Stick to the script.
Nothin' more, nothin' less.

- Yeah, yeah, got it.

- Hello?

- Hey, is this Amy Fisher?

This is Joey Buttafuoco
from the autobody shop.

- Joey, how come you're--

You know what? It's
better we talk in person.

- Yeah. Uh...

- Can you meet right now?

Just uh, tell me where
you're at. Okay.

Be right there.

Stay calm. Could be just
a, uh, traffic ticket.

Step out of
the vehicle

and place both hands
on your head.

Amy! Amy!

Did you do it?
If you didn't, who did? Amy!

Amy! Miss Fisher!

Talk to us, Miss Fisher.
It'll take two minutes.

- Amy! Amy!

Amy Fisher, dubbed "The Long
Island Lolita"

since it's rumored
she was having an illicit affair

with the victim's husband,

is now the prime
suspect in the shooting

of Mary Jo Buttafuoco.

It should be noted that Miss
Fisher is only 17 years old,

leaving many to wonder just how
responsible

someone this young could be,

for the circumstances
she finds herself in.

- The media portrayed Amy
Fisher

as this sweet 17-year-old
who'd been taken advantage of.

Who didn't know
what she was doing.

I understand the complexity
now,

that someone can be both
victim and perpetrator.

But I was there
on that front porch

the day she shot me,

and Amy Fisher knew what
she was doing before,

during, and after.

All right, I got this.

Ms. Buttafuoco!
Ms. Buttafuoco!

- Hey, what're you doin'?
Back off! Clear a path. Come on!

Hey, I got ya. I got ya.

What, these people
don't have anything

better to do, huh?

I keep tellin' ya,
sweetheart, we're famous.

- I don't wanna be famous.

I want my kids.

- Mom!

- Hi! Oh, my God.
- Mom!

Oh, hey,
c'mere, c'mere.

- Careful, Paul and Jessie,
your mother's still hurt.

Don't listen to
your father.

I love you.

I love you too.

I never want you to let go.

I love you too, baby.

Who do you believe,
Mary Jo,

your husband or Amy Fisher?

I was so beaten up,

so dependent on Joey
financially.

I didn't want to break up
our family.

The kids were young.

I was worried what people
would say.

What my Irish
Catholic mother would think

if I questioned Joey's
and my wedding vows.

Joey was all I knew.

All I thought I had.
And he seemed so sincere.

It wasn't so much that
I was ignorant,

it's that Joey was
that good at being dishonest.

The realization that my life
would never be the same,

that I might never
be able to smile again,

was something I didn't know if
I could ever come to terms with.

Jess?

Sweetie, you awake, huh?

Hmm?

Hi.

Can I see this?

You are the sweetest girl.

Thank you.

- I keep telling you,
it was an accident.

- That's all you gotta
say for yourself?

- I was confused on account of
Joey's so much older than me,

and I really didn't know
what I was doing.

You gotta believe me. The gun
went off by itself. I swear!

The physical evidence
told a different story.

Detectives had the theory
that the gun Amy used

had its slide pulled back
before it was fired,

which showed she came to my home

with the intent to shoot me.

That was hard to accept.

All I wanted was for my life
to return to normal,

and that meant
putting faith in my family.

- I'm not sure this
is the best idea, Joey,

you know? I mean...

Feels like...

It feels like it's too soon.

- What'd I tell ya?
Everyone loves ya.

Same as us.

Especially me.

All right, let's go find
a nice cabana for your mother.

Come on.

- Does it hurt?

- 'Scuse me?

- Where the bullet
went in and out.

- You wanna know a secret?

- It's still in my head, yeah?

In my jaw.

- Can we see?

- Sure ya can.

If you had X-ray vision
like Superman,

you'd be able
to see right there.

- Wow!

- Mm-hmm.

- Mrs. Buttafuoco,
you're the coolest lady, ever!

- He's right, you know.

You're definitely
the coolest lady ever.

Joey was a fabulous
liar and manipulator.

But he wasn't the only one still
hiding the truth

of what really happened.

- I'm glad we came.

- So?

Anything change?

- You can ask me
the same questions over and over

all you want.
My story's never gonna change.

None of this is my fault.

I got caught up in
other people's troubles, is all.

Their manipulations.

I was used!

- A Mr. Steven Sleeman

and a Mr. Peter Guagenti
tell a very different story

from the one you've shared,
Miss Fisher.

They tell one of helping you
try to kil Mary Jo Buttafuoco

last November.

And when that plan
didn't work out...

...the other says that
he sold you a gun

and drove you to
the Buttafuoco residence

so that you could
do it yourself.

- We're not gonna comment
on what sounds like hearsay,

at best.

- Holding back information

isn't gonna do you any favors.

- We're aware of our rights.

- According to sources,
the only person

who doesn't suspect
Joey Buttafuoco had an affair

with the accused assailant
is his wife,

the gunshot victim,
Mary Jo Buttafuoco.

Come bearing gifts.

Apple sauce and cottage cheese?

- At least you don't
have to eat through a straw.

- Yeah.

- All right.

Yuck.

- I hear the news on here again?

Hmm?

How many times I gotta tell you
that stuff's no good for ya.

- Can I help it if
we're all that's on TV?

And if I wanted to be famous
or infamous?

You know who really
doesn't mind being famous?

It's that girl.

Who...

- Who?

- What?

You go ahead, say it.

- You don't believe I never
slept with Amy Fisher, do ya?

Looking back,
I can see the cracks forming

all around me.

If only I'd been ready
to admit it to myself

at the time.

- It's not that
I don't believe you, Joey.

I just wish that these...

These idiots on TV did.

- You know I'm...

The things that these reporters,
these newscasters are saying

about us.

About our marriage?

- We've gotta make sure
Paul and Jessie

never see this stuff.

- Amy Fisher is
a very confused young girl.

Sure, I remember her
being in the shop a lot.

Her dad let her charge repairs
to his account.

She was a really bad driver,

always getting in
all these accidents.

- Anything she says about me?

Bald-faced lie.

That's all there is to it.

Besides, something I want to
talk to you about

that's better than TV?

Oh, yeah?
What's that?

- Movies.

"Dear Mr.
and Mrs. Buttafuoco,

"if you'll kindly grant us
your valuable time

"for a meeting,
we'd like to explain

"how telling your story
cinematically,

"can bring something good
outta something that's been

"truly awful for you."

Give me a kiss.

Hollywood came
calling sooner than the police

could wrap up the case.

Everyone wanted in
on the action.

They were making three movies
at the same time.

I couldn't believe it.

But everyone around me
thought it was so exciting.

"Oh, Mary Jo's on TV.
Joey's consulting on a movie."

I thought to myself,
if this was happening

to my best friend,
it would be exciting.

So, I went along with it.

Even though
we were on the set

for one of the movies,
I was still in total denial

of the absurdity of it all.

Not to mention barely
functional because of all

the drugs I was on for pain.

And action.

- You're gonna wanna hear
what I have to say.

I need to
get back to my painting.

He's lying to you.

- It's not how it happened.

- Nah, it's Hollywood, babe.

Just be glad that one of these
movies is finally telling

my side of the sto...

Our side of the story.

- Hmm.

- You okay?

Someone call 911!

Mary Jo.

Mary Jo, you okay?

Come on.

- Dr. Forrest, dial 118, please.

Dr. Forrest,
please dial 118.

- Joey?

You should be resting,
Mary Jo.

- Hmm?

- You don't mind me
calling you that, do you?

- No, of course not.

- So, um...

...you feeling well enough
for me to ask a small favor?

- Can I get an autograph?

- I figure if I get yours
and Joey's,

then all I need is Amy Fisher's.

- Although I am
very much Team Mary Jo.

I never wanted
to be recognized in public.

I was happy being a wife, a mom.

I loved my life.

All I wanted was
to be there for my children.

Those three movies did nothing
to help my anonymity.

- Pfft. At this point
in my life,

I've seen myself shot
in the head on TV

more than 300 times.

- Everything became about
Joey and Amy.

Me and my kids
got lost in the shuffle.

And things just
kept getting worse.

- Was Joey Buttafuoco
the one who told you

to shoot Mary Jo, Amy?

- Whose idea was it
to kill Mrs. Buttafuoco?

- If you're innocent,
we wanna hear from you, Amy.

You can talk to us.

- What's so funny?

- This show really cracks me up.

- Come on.

Watch some TV with us.

Take a load off.

- No, I'm okay.

A lot of
the comedy shows back then

thought it was funny
to do sketches,

making fun of what happened,

what I was going through,

me being paralyzed
on one side of my face.

You know who didn't
find any of that funny?

Me.

- I can't even watch
those comedy shows right now.

And like not knowing when

they're gonna
make fun of us again.

When did I...

Did we become the...

...punchline?

- Our lawyer's looking in
and see when the shows

that are doing that.

- 'Cause because I got shot
in the face?

'Cause I believe you?

The man I promised to love
'til death do us part, you know.

- What you and I got
is rock solid.

No one needs to understand that
except for you, me,

and the kids.

Looking back,
I can see I had all the symptoms

of Stockholm Syndrome.

I still didn't think Joey
had been having an affair

with the person
who did this to me.

Life was too foggy
because of the multiple

pain medications I was on.

- When I was in 6th grade,
I had a concussion

after a bad fall
and couldn't remember anything

for a short period.

Catholic school left me back
a grade.

Everyone called me immature,
the left-back baby.

Kids told me I was stupid.

Then later in life,
this all happens,

and now I'm stupid again
because I'm not leaving Joey.

Because I believed the man
I swore to stay with,

for better or for worse.

- These interrogations are
bordering on harassment.

My client remains
a frightened young girl,

a victim of everyone
who's trying to take

inappropriate advantage of her.

- We're just trying to do
our best to piece together

the facts as they're revealed
to us,

for everyone's best interest,

including Miss Fisher's.

- If you've got something
you haven't disclosed,

that alone could
be grounds for--

- All we're asking for is
a little clarification

on all the stuff
about Miss Fisher

being reported on TV night
after night.

- Tabloid fodder, none of
which has been substantiated.

Just some people trying
to make a quick buck off

all the publicity
surrounding my client.

- Coming, Cap.

- Hey, don't worry.

We're still gonna get 'em
to agree to a plea deal.

Hello?

I just wanted
to let you know

that Amy Fisher's grand jury
testimony has been

temporarily postponed.

- What?

- Yeah, apparently she's been
hit hard by a news story

airing last night with a video
of her admitting to

her boyfriend that she's keeping
her name in the press

to make a lot of money
and get a super high-end car.

- Really.

- Mm-hmm.

So, they said that
she'll be there for at least

a week for psychiatric
examination and observation.

- Look, it's not like
I want her to...

You know?

- I'll be in touch when
we have more information.

- Okay. Thank you.

Take care of yourself,
Mary Jo.

- Everything good?

- Nothing's been good
since May, Joey.

Or have you not
been paying attention?

- Babe, I...

- Amy's in the hospital
for psychiatric examination.

Yeah, yeah, I mean,

I keep telling you
how messed up she is.

- What about me, Joey?

- Do you understand how long
I have been waiting to finally

see the person who shot me
testify to a grand jury

so she will finally
face charges?

- I do.
- No.

- This is never gonna end,
is it?

Will today be
the final chapter

in the lengthy saga
of the Long Island Lolita?

Inside this courthouse,
Amy Fisher will at long last

come face to face
with her victim.

It will be the first time
the two have seen each other

since May 19th, 1992,

when Amy Fisher allegedly
visited a tranquil

Massapequa home and put a bullet
in Mary Jo Buttafuoco's head.

- Let's try to keep this matter

as efficient as we can

since the defendant has already
agreed to plead guilty

to the shooting in arrangement
for her plea deal.

- The defendant has a statement
she wishes to enter?

- Uh, yes, Your Honor.

Seeing Amy Fisher
in person for the first time

since the shooting was surreal.

The girl who tried to kill me

in the same room.

But I held my head high.

I knew who I was.

I had my integrity,

and I wasn't trading it
for anything.

- Sometimes I think this
was a nightmare,

and it didn't really happen,
and then I realize that it did.

I went up to the doorstep
with a loaded gun in my pocket.

I spoke with Mrs. Buttafuoco
outside her Massapequa home

for 15 minutes until
Mrs. Buttafuoco turned

to go back inside.

I hit her on the back
of the head.

I hit her again.

The gun went off.

I tried to get her off of me,

and I hit her, I think, twice.

And then I left.

I ran away.

These, Your Honor,
are all true.

They are all facts.

And I cannot and will not
take them back

for the sake of harmony.

- And now I believe we'll hear
from Amy Fisher's victim.

Make no mistake,

this courtroom will not devolve
into the media frenzy

that has surrounded
these goings-on

for the last year and a half.

- Mrs. Buttafuoco.

- My two beautiful children
are having a difficult time

leaving me alone.

They are afraid I might not
be there when they get home

from school.

They have been
severely traumatized

by this event.

And this, to me,
is the greatest tragedy of all.

All this damage by someone

who still shows absolutely
no remorse for her actions.

The bullet is still lodged
in the base of my brain

and causes me constant pain
and suffering.

The future holds
numerous operations,

and if there is any
unnatural movement

of the bullet,

I am faced with paralysis,

and perhaps, even death.

I understand you have
a letter written

by your daughter, Jessica,
that you'd like to read?

- "Thank you for putting
Amy Fisher in jail.

"She has done so many bad things
to my family and I.

"Please make Amy Fisher stay
in jail for a very long time

"so she can't hurt my mom again.

"My daddy,

"brother Paul,
and I love her very much."

- So far, the seductive teenager
has stuck to her story,

that she had a steamy romance
with the Mary Jo Buttafuoco's

husband, Joey Buttafuoco,

who isn't in
the courtroom today.

- At an earlier news conference,

he once again claimed
he never had sex

with the accused.

- I have a brief statement.

Amy Fisher is a liar
and has zero credibility.

She knows that.

I know she's a liar.

I know she has no credibility.

That's all I'm gonna say.

- You are a tragedy
and disgrace to yourself,

to your family,

to your friends, and to society.

And you deserve no less
than the maximum sentence

I can impose by law.

For many months, You had stalked
Mary Jo Buttafuoco

like a wild animal
stalks its prey.

Motivated by lust and passion,

you were a walking stick
of dynamite with the fuse lit.

Amy Fisher...

...you are sentenced
to 5 to 15 years in prison.

- Do you have anything you wish
to say to the court?

Or to Mrs. Buttafuoco?

- If I could change everything,
I would.

If I could put my hand
over her face

and make it go away, I would.

- I don't wanna be
the Amy Fisher

that stands here today.

I wanna be the Amy Fisher
I was before I met Joe Butafuoco

in November of 1990.

Do you still believe
your husband didn't sleep

with Amy Fisher?

Do you feel sorry
for her at all?

- You don't need
to talk to them, okay?

- Amy Fisher is a liar,

not to mention
an attempted murderer.

Right?

And the DA is taking
her word over Joey's.

I am not gonna let this
one person destroy our lives.

- There you have it.

- You're Mary Jo Buttafuoco,
right?

You've been through so much.

I am a big fan.

- Thank you.

- I am so embarrassed.

Sorry.

- No, it's okay.

Have a nice day, all right?

Is it true
what they're saying?

That Amy Fisher can describe,
you know, Joey's privates?

I developed this
weird ability to ignore

what anyone was saying.

I still believed Joey.

I was in pain,

mental and physical,

and on way too many drugs
to know the difference.

Not to mention being raised
Catholic in the 60s

absolutely shaped my view
of what was right and wrong.

Catholics don't get divorced.

One time when Joey and I
temporarily separated,

my mother said,
"This is what happens when

"you don't have Jesus
in your life."

That was her answer
to everything

I was going through.

Everyone close to us
still believed Joey,

even when one
of his former employees

told a talk show Joey
had admitted to sleeping

with Amy Fisher.

And the DA filed charges
because of it.

I keep telling ya,

that former employee is
just trying to stir up trouble.

None of what he says
on TV is true.

- You want me to go to trial
to get sentenced for something

I never did?

Six counts of statutory rape,

12 counts of sodomy,

one count of endangering
the welfare of a child?

- If you never did any of it...

...why did
the grand jury indict you?

And why would gonna trial
be a problem, Joey?

- Our lawyer says
taking the plea deal

is the safe bet.

Even though you and me,

we both know I never did
what that girl said.

- Hey, no, no,

none of that's true.
Don't get yourself worked up.

- When is this
all gonna be...

...done?

- I could save my face,
or I could save my butt

and be here with you
and the kids where I belong.

- This is the last of it,
all right?

The last of this
awful nightmare.

I take the plea,
and then we can finally move on

and get the happy ever after

that you, me,
and the kids deserve.

This was yet
another wake-up call,

but I wasn't ready to wake up.

Instead, I numbed myself
with pills,

believed harder,

held on even tighter,

to a version of Joey
that didn't really exist.

When this
relationship began,

I was not just
a 16-year-old teenager

taken to bed by a man
over twice my age,

I was a 16-year-old teenager
shown a world that

I was not ready for,

a world of elaborate spending

and fast boats.

This man took me
to expensive restaurants

and cheap motels.

I hope whatever sentence
you might impose today

will send a message
to other teenagers

who might be tempted
by men like Mr. Buttafuoco.

- I know with all my heart
that if Mr. Buttafuoco

had permitted me to cross
the bridge between adolescence

and adulthood unmolested,

I would not be where I am today.

- Thank you.

I cannot accept
your plea unless, in fact,

you are guilty.

Please, tell me.

- On July 2nd, 1991,

I had sexual relations

with Amy Fisher at a motel.

- There is a family
involved here.

Joseph, Mary Jo's father,

in-laws, children.

That's the kind of man Joey is.

He did all he could do
in that courtroom

so that everybody else's life
could go free.

Joey,
why didn't Mary Jo

accompany you here today?

- Well, last night, Mary Jo
had a rough night.

Her true pain
is for her children.

That's all we're saying.

These are for
the walls in your cell, Daddy.

- It's not a cell, baby.

It's a room.

- So you don't forget about us.

- These are great, Jess.

- How about you, Champ?

You doing all right?

I don't know.

- This isn't right, Joey.

Bringing the kids here
to visit you of all places, huh?

- You know, the lawyer says
I'll get off early.

Four months instead of six,

then it'll be like
none of this ever happened.

- Yeah, maybe not
for the both of us, huh?

You wait and see, Mary Jo.

I'm gonna prove it to you.

Everything gets better
from this moment.

- Look what our daughter
drew for me.

Huh?

- Pretty good.

Is that me in the orange?

Come on.

After
the statutory rape conviction,

when Joey got out of jail,

the neighborhood threw
a huge party.

Joey came home
a triumphant hero.

Nothing he did or was accused of
changed the opinions

of those closest to him.

Not our friends, not our family,

not me,

not yet.

- Hello?

Don't be upset.

- What am I not supposed
to be upset about, Joey?

It's the middle
of the night here.

- All right.

- I, uh...

- I was arrested for
solicitation here in L.A.

- What?

- You swore you were gonna
stay out of trouble

while you were
on the West Coast.

- It was a total setup.
I-I'm innocent.

- You forget that
you're on parole?

Hmm?
- No, I talked to the lawyer.

He's... He's gonna
clear it all up.

- Yeah, and what about
the next time, Joey?

Huh?

Everything's just gonna
get cleared up for you again?

'Cause everything's
about you, right?

You know, all the news
just makes everything about Amy.

And at the end of the day,

nobody cares about the woman
walking around with a bullet

permanently stuck in her jaw.

- Sweetheart, we're gonna
clear this up, okay?

With Joey,
it always wasn't him.

It didn't happen this way.

He didn't give her the money,
whatever.

It was the same crap
I heard over and over again.

I needed the pills to function.

I wasn't getting high.

I was avoiding
incredible pain.

Physical, and I now realize,
mental.

The pills dulled my mind
and my instincts.

I relied on drugs
for seven long years.

But eventually, even they
couldn't numb the depths

of what I was feeling.

- After Joey's arrest in L.A.,

I went into a spiral
of depression.

At this point,
I just wanted to be dead.

I didn't know
where else to turn,

what else to do.

Mom?

It's been like three days
you've been in here.

Mommy?

- Jess?

- You scared me.

- I'm sorry, honey. I just...

I haven't felt like doing much
the past few days with sleep,

you know?

- All me and Paul
want is to see you happy.

- Hey, I know that, sweetheart,

but...

...the paralysis
from the bullet is permanent.

One half of my face
is never gonna work right.

- Hey, but that doesn't mean
I don't love you and Paul

with all my heart, okay?

- Oh, thank you.

You're too good to me.

Come here.

I love you.

It was
the lowest point in my life,

and I gave up fighting.

- Nothing was getting better.

I was so torn up on the inside,

so depleted,

I actually researched
carbon monoxide poisoning.

That's how low I sunk.

I didn't think there was
any way out for me

or my kids.

Thank God I finally realized

I wasn't thinking
with a clear mind.

- I finally decided
if the bullet still lodged

in my head hadn't done me in,

then I was gonna have to
somehow find a way to go on.

Let's make sure.

We're sure
about this?

Mm-hmm.

This is
the best idea?

Yeah, well, I wouldn't
be footing the bill if I didn't.

- You remind me that
there's still good in the world.

You know that?

- I could say the same
to you, Mary Jo.

- Look, we both know that pills
aren't the answer,

not ultimately.

But it's time
you treated yourself

after all this mental pain
you've been suffering through.

- Thank you.

Hey! Hey!

Oh, you gotta help me,
all right?

You gotta at least give me
my, my prescription, okay?

Please!

Please!

- Mary Jo, it can get better
from this moment

if you decide to make this
your rock bottom.

You can do this.

Yeah.

I'll get you
some water.

- Thank you for sharing.

And what about shame?

- Oh, definitely me.

- Sorry, did you,
did you say fame or shame?

- I don't really know
what's worse.

The fact that I...

I never wanted to be famous
or the fact that I...

I really loved being
a mom and a wife.

And I know that that's not...

...popular to say nowadays,

but it's true.

I loved it.

I never wanted to be
recognized in public,

least of all for
having a life-altering injury.

You know, for people
thinking that I'm, I'm an idiot

for desperately trying to honor
my wedding vows, you know?

- I never wanted any of this.

- Not for me and, and...

Especially not for my,
for my kids, you know?

- From what you shared,

I'm not sure that was
a choice you made for them.

music

- Woo!

Jessie, Paul,
c'mere, c'mere, c'mere!

- We missed you so much.

Oh, my God,
I missed you so much.

Thank you for your letters

and your drawings.

- Where's your father?

- He-he couldn't make it.

- Don't worry about it.

Forget I said anything.
I'm just so happy you're here.

- You look great!

- Kinda happy!

- Just kinda?

From now on,

we're gonna be really happy.

You know, my time in here
did me a lot of good.

I can finally let go,
move on, got my power back.

That means I got to forgive.

- Forgive?
- Forgive who?

- Go ahead, Miss Fisher.

- I'd like to say
something to Mary Jo.

What happened to you
wasn't your husband's fault,

wasn't your fault,
wasn't my father's fault,

and wasn't anybody else's fault.

It was my fault.

And I have spent
the last seven years

trying to figure it out.

It was my fault, and I'm sorry.

Mrs. Buttafuoco?

- Amy Fisher has shown
great remorse and sorrow

for what she did to me.

You're being given
a second chance in life,

and I pray that you take it
and make something good out

of something tragic.

- I'm sorry.

I'm truly very sorry.

- People always ask,
why did I forgive the person

who tried to kill me?

It wasn't for Amy Fisher's sake,

I promise you.

It was for me.

Back then, I still had
a lot to figure out.

About Joey, about myself.

But I knew this much,

I wasn't gonna let
hate define me.

Not anymore.

- Your Honor,

given that my client
now accepts full responsibility

for the terrible act
of seven years ago,

and in light of her testimony,

we are urging you to
grant Ms. Fisher parole.

When I finally came
to my senses and told my mother

I was leaving Joey,
she didn't speak to me

for four months.

I was wrong, he was right.

I was the bad Catholic.

That's the stronghold Joey
still had on everyone

who knew him.

One day I just looked
at that picture of our family,

covered Joey's face
with my thumb,

and realized me and the kids

were better off without him.

I know you might be wondering
if there was some big moment

that caused me to
finally leave Joey?

Some dramatic confrontation
or giant revelation.

But it wasn't like that.

It was more like death
by a thousand cuts.

It took years and years
before I realized

Joey was never gonna change.

And it was time for me
to reclaim my power, my life.

I was finally done
with him, once and for all.

Today, our son Paul has
a limited relationship with him.

Jessie and I don't speak
to him at all.

And yes, people still ask me
about Amy Fisher.

Needless to say,
we aren't in touch.

- The gun went off by accident.

Her version of events
has changed over the years

since she shot me.

- It was Joey who told me
to go up to the door,

point the gun, and keep firing.

Her truths aren't
necessarily mine.

- I took the plea deal
on account I'd get parole

three years after
I went to jail.

- Amy Fisher's story
is hers to tell.

Mine is about survival.

About refusing to let
what she did

define the rest of my life.

Me and my kids are still here.

We're still standing.

We're still smiling.

That's our victory.

And would you believe
I even got married again?

Stu Tendler and his children
were a wonderful gift,

each of them showing Paul,
Jessie, and me what it meant

to be part of a family
that loved and was committed

to one another.

Even though the marriage
didn't last,

Stu reminded me of my worth.

And that led to yet
another surgery that

was completely unexpected.

- You really think I'm gonna
be able to smile again,

Dr. Azizzadeh?

I've been dealing
with this frozen look

for so long, it feels like I've,

you know, kinda given up hope.

There's
certain muscles...

...keeping your paralysis
from improving.

What I'm talking about
is rewiring your nerves.

- My mom doesn't think
of herself as pretty

or beautiful,

when the complete
opposite's true.

- I mean, she's the most
beautiful person I know.

- The surgery will be intense.

I'd be using a nerve stimulator

to identify which
microscopic nerves are working

and which are misfiring.

Well, Mary Jo,
what do you say?

My smile was there
all along, mind you.

Just hidden.

But it was always
under the surface.

Thanks to Jessie and Paul, who,

through everything,
always gave me a reason

to be happy.

Now Dr. Azizzadeh was
offering me a chance

to show my smile
to the world again.

Mom, how are you?

- So can you smile now or what?

- Hmm...

I don't know.

Try-try tellin' me a joke.

- Dad.

Mom?

- Doctor said it's gonna
get even better.

You're amazing.

To this day,
Joey doesn't accept

any responsibility
for the lives he wrecked.

He never apologized
to Paul or Jessie.

He couldn't even admit
to me in person that

he really did sleep
with Amy Fisher.

- Speaking of causes
for celebration,

May 15th is around the corner.

- Must we celebrate
when you're getting older?

- Duh! That's kinda what people
do on their birthdays, Mom.

- Yeah, I think I'd rather
celebrate shooting day

on May 19th.

- Oh, my gosh. That's genius.

The three of us celebrating
everything we survived

on the actual date everything
about our lives changed.

- Yeah, I wasn't certain
I was being serious about that.

Shooting day. I'm in.

- We're gonna take back that
date that's always brought us

shame and fear.

And we're gonna make
it our own.

- Who are you callin'?

- I'm making restaurant
reservations at our favorite

Italian place for May 19th.

Mom, you're a genius.

- So, that's what we do now.

Every May 19th, Paul, Jessie,

and I get together
and celebrate "Survival Day"

because it's our day
and no one else's.

- We're finally through
being a spectacle

and done with letting that
date pull us back into

the misery of what
was in the past.

I am Mary Jo Buttafuoco.

I'm alive, I'm grateful,

I'm at peace...

and I'm smiling.

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