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Why do you think
it's important to tell your story?

Well, it's important
'cause my life is on the line,

and I want people to know
that I'm not…

I'm not crazy,

and I'm not a murderer and I'm innocent.

-Hello?
-Sheriff's office.

Sheriff's office.

And, what is the emergency?

I killed my dad.

The scariest thing about Anthony
is I don't know if he has empathy.

I look at him
and I don't see any feelings.

He was definitely shooting to kill,
there is no doubt about it.

I couldn't understand
why Anthony would do that.

Such a quiet, well-behaved young man.

The kid got anything he asked for.

I think he took an opportunity,
and he did something about it.

I don't feel like he's guilty.

I feel like he was pushed to that point,
and he was young and he broke.

His father pleaded with Anthony,
"Don't shoot me anymore."

And Anthony shoots him two more times.

I don't know the truth.

Not absolutely every bit of it.

There is one person on this planet
that knows what happened,

and nobody else does.

911, where is your emergency?

Uh…

I just uh… killed my dad.

Um…

What do I need to tell you?

Uh… You…

So you said you just killed your dad?

Yeah.

Okay, and um… Is he…

Is he still alive, or…?

He might be. I don't know.
I shot him like three times, I think.

-You shot him three times?
-I'm not sure.

There's blood on the floor,
so I know he's been shot once.

-I shot three times at him.
-Okay…

He's on the ground.

All right,
and what's your name?

Anthony Joseph Templet.

I'm an assistant district attorney
and I'm the chief of litigation here.

The first time that I heard
about Anthony Templet,

it came across my phone
because we'd get emails all the time

when there's… there's a homicide.

I just remember thinking "Oh, that's sad.

You know, it's just, any time,
you know, a son kills a father

it's something very unusual
and it's a sad thing.

And listening to the 911 call
was disturbing.

And I thought, "Hm…"

"Gosh. That-- His affect is so flat."

I hear sirens.

You hear the deputies coming?

Yeah.

This was the first time I've come
to this neighborhood for a major incident.

There's some places
that you don't expect to get phone calls

or dispatches of that type.

And this was…
is one of those neighborhoods.

He's waiting outside.
What color are you waiting in?

I'm outside.

I'm in blue gym shorts and a gray shirt.

Yeah…

Dispatch told us
that the subject said that

the firearm was inside the residence,
but you don't take that for granted.

You're always going to get out with
the precautions that that person is armed.

Where exactly are you waiting?

By the road, by the mailboxes.

Hands in the air!

He was very compliant.

He did exactly what he was told to do.

He wasn't crying.

Almost no emotions.

For the type of dispatch,
yeah, that is odd.

I didn't understand
what was going on.

I thought they needed
to cuff me for a second,

so that they could figure out
what was going on

and then they'd let me go,
but it didn't go that way.

We went down the driveway
through the carport in the back door,

which led into the kitchen.

I saw one revolver laying on the kitchen
island with the hammer cocked back,

and the barrel was facing
the entryway into the kitchen.

We made it through the kitchen, making
sure that nobody else was in the house.

When I get into the master bedroom…

…located another firearm,

laying on the bed
with the hammer back on it.

And it was laying next to a cell phone.

We saw the victim
laying there in the hallway.

He was laying there in a puddle of blood,
still breathing.

EMS paramedics arrived on the scene.

They immediately move the victim
out of the bathroom area.

And they loaded him up
and left to the hospital.

Have a seat right there for me, please.

I didn't know how
the system worked.

So I figured, "Okay… I'm gonna have to
spend a little bit--"

"A couple days in jail."

But they took me down to, like,
a holding cell,

and started interrogating me.

When Anthony first arrived
at the Violent Crime unit,

he was really calm, he was quiet.

And I informed him that I was
the investigator, here to talk to him.

Asked him would he feel
like talking about what happened?

He said, "Yes."

Let's start off by um… talking
about who live at your house.

Okay, so there's just me
and my dad that live there.

And explain y'all's relationship.

Well, it's very off and on.

We've…

We have trouble getting along. And um…

Yeah, I don't really like him.

-You don't?
-No.

Could you tell me why?

Well, I don't know.
He just holds things over your head.

He said his father
would insult him,

call him bad names
like a dickhead, or an asshole.

But that was nothing

that would supersede
the homicide of his father.

Let's talk about yesterday.

It was pretty normal.
Had dinner. It was all good.

And I went to sleep.

And he started looking through my phone
in the middle of the night,

and I was like, you know,
"Why are you looking through my phone?"

So, like, "What the heck?"
And we got into a big argument.

He was accusing me of calling--
Having calls with uh… my stepmother.

Well, why wouldn't he want you
to even talk to your stepmom?

Oh, he's in a… I guess they're in a fight
or something.

And he doesn't like secrets.

Susan and Burt had separated
for six months before.

I was left alone in the house with him.

He wanted to talk to her really bad,

and I guess he just didn't want
to feel left out, I guess.

He couldn't find nothing on my phone.

And then he started just yelling
and going off about random stuff.

Things went from verbal to physical.

Anthony said that Burt was trying
to punch him and grab him.

But Anthony pushed him to the side,

and managed to run out of his room
into Burt's room.

I locked the door on him.
And he started banging down the door.

I was scared.

I was just scared I was going to get hurt.

I didn't really know what to think.

I'd figured I'd just get some guns
to defend myself.

You say, "guns" or "a gun"?

Oh, I grabbed two.

One-- I grabbed two
in case one didn't work,

because I'd never shot these guns
in so long.

When somebody tell you
they have a backup firearms,

they basically at the point
that they intend to kill you.

He had told me about past experiences
with him using the firearm,

how it was easy to pull the trigger
with the hammer pulled back.

Did you warn him? Did you say anything?

"Hey." Did you tell him to stop?

No.

Did you say, "Hey, Dad, I got a gun"?

No-- Oh, he did accuse me.

He was like,
"You going to shoot me, motherfucker?"

or something, through the door,
and I was like…

And what did you say?

Nothing.

I just kept going--
I just kept getting the guns.

I felt like this was the worst
I've ever seen him,

and I didn't see any other way

that this was going to get resolved.

And I felt like my life
was really in danger.

Burt apparently was trying
to force his way in the room.

There was evidence of that
from the crack on the door.

He ended up stunning himself,

and I guess he, like,
hit it wrong or something.

Heard a big grunt, or something like that.

He stopped banging on the door, and…

I opened the door…

I ended up shooting him.

In your dad's room, is there another door

to get to another part of the house?

Or is there a window,
which you could climb out of?

There's a couple of windows,
probably locked.

But I guess I could've
opened them and got out.

-Is there a phone in there?
-Yeah, there is.

-In the room?
-There is.

Anthony had other avenues
he could have taken,

but Anthony clearly stated
he wanted to end everything.

Was there a choice
when you opened that door?

I felt like I didn't.

How did you feel
after it happened?

I mean, I felt terrible, but,
you know, I didn't see any other way.

I don't believe that Anthony
was is any danger.

Anthony stated that
Burt tried to physically attack him.

I did not see any bruising
or injuries to Anthony

indicative of being involved
in a fistic altercation.

Your scene'll tell you a lot of things
about an incident.

You talk about a fight
or anything like that,

you could see overturned furniture,
items that have fell to the floor.

The home was very, very clean.

Nothing was out of order.

There wasn't even a dish in the sink.

Based on information learned,
Anthony's statements,

and evidence at the scene,

there was probable cause
to arrest Anthony.

He was booked for attempted manslaughter.

I woke up to a homicide call on June third

that my husband
was in trauma neurocritical care

at Our Lady of the Lake.

I went up to the hospital.

He's on a ventilator.

Machines out of every hole.

I held his lifeless hand,

and I told him I was so sorry,
that I loved him.

No matter what, I loved him.

He was four days in the hospital.

And I turned the ventilator off
on June 6th,

and he died.

At the hands of his own son.

On June 6, 2019,

the East Baton Rouge parish
coroner's office contacted me,

informed me that Burt Templet
succumbed to his injuries.

The fatal wound
was the gunshot wound to his head.

They removed fragments from his head,

and a projectile from his chest.

The pathologist ruled
that Burt's death was a homicide.

Therefore, I upgraded the charges
to manslaughter.

Investigators upgraded
the charges against this Baton Rouge teen.

He is accused of shooting his father,
Burt Templet.

Now, we're told that the father
has died from his injuries.

That means 17-year-old Anthony Templet
will now face manslaughter charges.

Neighbors we spoke with today
say that teen's father, Burt Templet,

was not well known in the neighborhood.

None of the neighbors
wanted to go on camera,

but those that we spoke with
said hardly anyone actually spent time

or regularly talked with Templet.

When this story fell into my lap,
we had the basic information on it,

but we of course wanted to know why.

And that was kind of my task at hand,

to try and figure out, to put on the news
that night, was what happened.

My first involvement in this story
was knocking on doors in the neighborhood,

trying to just get
the most basic information

of who these people were.

It's not a large neighborhood.
People know each other.

Neighbors talk to each other.

It's people that you'd have over
to watch the game,

or have over for dinner or…

It's just your good
Southern American families.

They were shaken a bit that this crime
had happened right next door to them,

in a neighborhood
that never had anything go on in it,

besides maybe a cookout, right?

They said that Burt
was kind of that strange figure,

if they saw him, would appear drunk.

The thing that bothered me
about Burt is he would really boast about

getting drunk and partying.

He was definitely odd.
He was definitely off.

I got a phone call
from somebody on Gray Moss.

And they said that Burt had come
over there and knocked on the door,

and was threatening with his wife.

And the husband said,
"He was drunk, he'd been drinking,

and we told him to stay away
from our house and from our property."

No one knew too much about him.
No one knew anything about Anthony.

They couldn't even
probably tell you his age.

I ran into him when I was
at Costco.

And this was the first time
I'd ever met Anthony.

Anthony was just very withdrawn, you know.

When I was
at their house, I didn't see him.

Anytime I drove by their house,
I didn't see them.

-Visually, you never even…
-No.

…met or saw--?

-Never.
-No.

I didn't talk to anybody
for like maybe a week or two.

It was a scary time

because I didn't know where I was going,
what I was going to do, or… anything.

This is a collect call from…

…Anthony Templet.

Hey, are you there?

-Yeah.
-Hear me?

Calls are recorded,
Got to watch what I say.

I know how this works.

My bond has been set
to 100,000 now, from 50,000.

Well, I knew it was gonna go up.

Yeah.

He called me. And I had a lot of questions
about how the hell it happened.

Nobody indicated to me that there was ever
any problems between Burt and Anthony.

He paid for everything for Anthony.

In my eyes, he treated him like a king.

When I first met Burt,

I was at a little sports bar
watching the LSU game on my birthday.

Me and my first husband had fallen out,

and a friend introduced us.

We both loved to drink some beer,
spend the day in the pool, barbecue.

Eventually, I was living with Burt
and Anthony, and my son Peyton.

Anthony was seven.

He had a funny personality.

He was laugh-y,

not a care in the world,

making funny faces, somewhat sarcastic,

non-caring, nonchalant.

We would do things
in the kitchen together,

and it was like
you gave him a million dollars.

'Cause somebody
was doing something with him,

and not critiquing how he did everything.

Whenever Burt came into our lives,

our relationship was more conservative.

For an example, we didn't joke as openly.

And that is why

AJ did not like to come out of his room,

because then he
had to deal with his father.

When he was around his dad,
he couldn't be himself.

He wasn't comfortable enough,
he was too scared.

He always kinda found a way to make me
feel like I was doing something wrong.

It made me real-- feel really sad,
and I didn't…

I felt really bad and guilty.

Burt, in his own strange way,
loved his son.

However, AJ despised Burt.

As he evolved,
he became really quiet.

He was mostly to himself.

Susan'd tell me
that she was scared of Anthony.

She didn't know if he would shoot her,

if he'd kill her, if he'd hurt her.

She was afraid of him.

Anthony has no emotion.

And you can never tell
whether he's angry or happy.

You can never tell anything.
It's just a flatline.

I don't know if he has empathy.

When I watched the interview
the first time, I was like,

"Oh, my gosh,

there's not a tear shed for his father."

I shot him once or twice--
It was two times more.

At least I shot the gun three times,
but I don't know how many times I hit him.

Mm-hmm.

I was just kind of like… you know?

Having been in this system for 44 years,

you normally see folks that are crying.

You're upset, you're angry.

"Why did he make me do it? This was
going on. This is why I did what I did."

Just wasn't there, it was flat.

My dad just made me, you know,
kind of stop caring about…

about my feelings,
and just started to kinda,

I guess, let go of them, I guess.

I probably felt love for my dad
in my younger years, but as I got older,

it started to go away.

I just try to have no feelings.

I just try not-- I just try to pretend
it never even happened,

and that helps me move on, so…

Do you want to live having
no feelings? Do you want to have feelings?

I can have feelings for people.
I just choose not to for him.

There was one thing,
kind of struck me as,

"Wow, that's very weird."

-Anthony, how old are you?
-Seventeen.

-You're 17?
-Yeah.

And your date of birth is what?

It's either September 13th, 2001, or two.
I can't remember which one.

And what's your
current address?

-My home address?
-Yes, sir.

Uh…

One-seven… 652 Gray Moss Avenue,
I think.

Again, can't really remember.

He doesn't know his own birth date.
He doesn't know his address.

Who doesn't know their address?

I had more questions after the interview
than I had answers.

When people find out
that I'm in Louisiana,

that I'm an attorney here,
a criminal defense attorney…

…I get, "Man, you're always gonna be
in business."

I mean, there are shootings
and murders every week in Baton Rouge.

Like clockwork.

We have the highest incarceration rate
in the country.

Is that a product
of the criminal justice system?

Or is that a product of the fact
that the people of Louisiana are

a little crazy?

Frankly, I have a history
of drinking like a crazy person,

and I have been in a hundred bar fights.

Louisianians are survivors.

And I think that
that's part my personality,

but it's also part of what's ingrained
in me about being a Louisiana boy.

I know how to survive.

I embrace that part of me
that is kind of crazy,

that is a little out of the box.

And I can see in my clients that there
are good people who made serious mistakes.

I heard the public story
about Anthony's case,

what's in the newspaper.

But that's it. That's all I've got.

And someone else hooked me up with Susan,

Anthony's stepmom.

And I spoke to her and I said,
"Look, this is who I am,

I'm exceedingly good at this."

And I wanted to talk to Anthony.
You know, "Is this true?"

"Was this really self-defense?"

Is this what really happened,
or is this some made-up story,

and he killed his dad
in cold blood one night?

I really don't know
what's happening, right?

So I went to the jail to talk to Anthony.

-How you doing?
-I'm doing pretty good.

You okay? Okay.

So essentially, AJ-- Can I call you AJ?

AJ or Anthony,
whichever you prefer.

-What do you prefer?
-Anthony.

Okay.

It was unbelievably difficult.

It was hard to get him
to share anything or talk at all.

At that time, he was really,
really bad at communicating his own life,

or the instance, or whatever.

It was important to us to know
what actually was going on in the house.

So we sent our investigators out

to talk to people that were close
or related to Burt Templet.

I wanted to talk to his best friend.

A best friend, usually you can get kind of
like a little bit more information.

I was probably about 15 or 16
when I first met Burt.

He was a good friend.

He knew everything.

And he always, of course,
tried to be the man of the crowd.

Woo!

He told me he worked in plants at times.

Uh… I really wasn't very clear
about what exactly he did.

He said he made a lot of money,
supposedly.

He had a lot of nice things, a nice house.

He was a project controls engineer
that made $100 an hour.

He was an excellent provider.

We had new cars. We had…

…a beautiful home.

We bought a swimming pool.
We put it up together.

We would go on trips out the wazoo.

On the weekends, we'd hang out,
and swim and barbecue,

and high-fiving,
hugging, telling each other,

"I love you, my brother."

You know?

AJ was pretty much to himself.

We hung out in the pool a few times,
not much at all.

Anthony was real quiet.

Every time I'd go in the house,
he'd be on his laptop, on the computer,

he would be in there
playing his video games.

I couldn't understand
why Anthony would do that.

Such a quiet

and well-behaved young man.

How could he shoot your own father?

Now, they say that you never know
what goes behind closed doors.

Burt ended up
putting cameras up on the house.

Like all the entrances, driveways…

The entire house
is on surveillance cameras,

except for the master bedroom.

There's eight cameras outside.

Most people put them up
to secure their home.

He wanted to protect us.

Keep the family safe.

I love you so much.

Do I think it's unusual for him
to have cameras? No.

Did he have underlying intent?

Maybe.

Anything and everything immediately
outside of the house, he saw.

I didn't like it,
but I chose to look past it at the time.

Creepy.

That made me think-- That was very creepy
to be checking on your child like that.

When I met Anthony, I think he was 16.

Anthony and I worked
shoulder to shoulder, most days.

I felt a little bit like a mom for him,

only because, you know, he didn't seem
to have a mother figure there.

My boss, Scott, lived in
the same subdivision as Burt Templet.

On June 3rd,
Scott called me before work started

and said, "Hey, I just got a phone call
from some of the neighbors."

"There was a shooting at Anthony's house."

It seemed like, in the news media,
it was just a random shooting,

this privileged white boy
just shooting his dad.

But I knew there was more with this story.

I just wanted his story to be heard.

Burt knew Scott, and so that's how Anthony
had gotten a job at the greenhouse.

It started off with his dad

repeatedly asking me
whether I could give his son a job.

I told Burt, "But I don't know your son."

"Maybe if we get a chance
to meet each other,

I can give you an answer."

They went out to eat,

you know, just to meet Anthony
beforehand, to get an idea.

And I was trying
to get to know Anthony.

I couldn't ask him a question without
Burt being the one to answer everything.

Burt had-- He wanted to be in control
the whole time.

So we put him to work.

My first impressions of Anthony…
Uh…

He just seemed--

It was like
he had never been outside of his house,

honestly, is what it seemed like.

He had never heard of,
you know, Tom Hanks or Tom Cruise.

He did something right,
I said, "Hey, up top, Anthony! Up top!"

He looked at me like,
"What does that mean?"

And I was like,
"You know, give me a high five!"

"You know what that is, right?"
"No, I don't know what that is."

I just thought Anthony
had been seriously neglected.

He didn't ever meet any of his relatives
for the holidays.

He didn't know if he had any grandparents.

He didn't know his mom.

I had asked him, "What is her name?"
He didn't know her name.

I knew he was homeschooled.

I have employed many homeschooled kids

and often their social abilities
are lacking to some degree.

So I thought maybe
that was the biggest part of it.

But the boy just couldn't talk.

You know?

I would try to engage him
in conversation,

and ask him, you know,
about where he was in school.

He never could quite tell me
what classes he was in though.

I knew, you know, it wasn't right,
but it wasn't enough for me to look into.

His dad was keeping serious tabs on him
with a GPS tracker on his phone.

There was a couple of times
when Burt called my boss and said,

"Hey, I noticed on Anthony's GPS tracker
he hasn't moved in the last 30 minutes."

"What's he doing? What's going on?"

It would be because he was standing there
fertilizing like a set group of pots.

It was in one location.

That was weird.

After June 3rd, I went back

and I looked at Anthony's application
a little more closely

and realized that Burt had typed up
the application for Anthony.

I was looking on there
to see what it said for education,

and it said "Kaplan Prep."

When I went back
and researched Kaplan Prep School,

it was actually not a prep school.

It was a website to order
standardized testing materials.

So he actually never went to--
Was never homeschooled.

That's when I kind of thought,
"Okay, maybe something is going on."

"This is not just a random shooting.
You know, like maybe there's a reason."

The question then also was,

"Where is Anthony's mom?"

And that's when I called Shayna Landry.

Anthony came into my life

by sheer accident.

My husband called me one day and he said,

"Hey, have you heard anything
about this kid in the news

that shot his father?"

And I said, "Well, it seems
pretty cut and dry to me."

"I read the story
and it sounds like snobby, rich kid

that got mad at his dad and shot him."

He told me that his coworker
knew Anthony's manager,

and there was a lot more to the story.

He suggested that Elena call me

because of my background
in solving DNA puzzles.

I had a little shock a couple of years ago

and found out that the man that
I originally thought was my father wasn't.

And I did a DNA test

and found out that my father

was someone totally different
and he had no idea that I existed.

So I continued to help other families
find their DNA matches

or solve their mysteries.

I've located,

I guess almost 40 fathers

or other family members
that show up in people's DNA.

I called Shayna…

…and I said, "Okay,

someone needs to find his mom."

I was like, "Let me give it a shot."

I wanted to do a DNA test.

The initial jail he was in, though,

was very rough,

and they did not allow
outside visitors at all.

But I couldn't let it go.

I was blasting social media,

trying to find out if anyone
knows something about Anthony,

but I couldn't find anything.

Due to Anthony being a minor,

I knew that none of his information
would show up online.

So I started looking at Burt pretty hard.

I found some criminal records.

There were some felonies,
some misdemeanors,

but they were all assault charges.

And one of them
specifically jumped out to me

because it said "assault
with bodily injury of a family member."

And that one was done
the same year that Anthony was born.

I knew that he was born in Texas.

I have a private investigator friend
who drove to Houston

looking for more details.

He was trying to find out
if we could figure out who the victim was

in the domestic violence cases.

Shayna starts looking,
and I thought,

"How long is this gonna take her?"

"Because Anthony is locked up in jail

and I don't want him
to just kind of get lost in the system."

"So I don't want to tell her to hurry up,

but I need her to hurry up," and so…

I started using this website
that I use to find family members.

It's like a paid version of WhitePages,

but it gives anyone who maybe got mail

at the same home as them

at any given time, as an "associate."

I wanted to see if I could find
any associates from Texas

since I knew Anthony was born there.

And I found this girl

associated with Burt.

And the way she spells her name,
"Netasha," is very unique.

She has an "e" in the beginning of it
instead of an "a."

So it's "N-E-T-A-S-H-A."

So it wasn't hard
to just find her on Facebook.

She sent me a picture and said,
"Do you think this could be his sister?"

And I was like,

"Oh, my gosh,
that's absolutely his sister."

I sent her a Facebook message
that day.

But the way Facebook works,

is because we weren't friends,
it went into the secret mailbox

that she didn't see for a few days.

After reading my message,

Netasha immediately got with her mom
and gave me a call.

And I happened
to be on the phone with Elena,

so I actually conference-called them in.

We told them together
that we were looking to help Anthony.

They actually called him AJ at first.

Neither of us knew him by that nickname,

so we were a little confused at first.

I started digging for the story,

and immediately they sent me
the missing poster.

He was legitimately a missing child,
with the poster and everything.

That shocked me.

As soon as I heard that,

chills go up my spine.

We start with a major development
in the case.

Just weeks after Anthony Templet

is accused of shooting
and killing his father,

we learned he may have been snatched
from his home more than a decade ago.

Part of the puzzle is this flier that
actually surfaced from over a decade ago,

claiming Templet was taken
from his own home by his own father.

There was all these questions
in my head about what could have happened.

Had the kid been caged in his home?

Now, I've since learned

just how bad it was.