All language subtitles for Monsters The Lyle and Erik Menendez Story S01E02 (2024) WEB-DL 1080p [Ukr_Eng] [Hurtom]

- We know. We're not here for the 10:55!
- Okay.

- We're here for the 9:50!
- Is there someone we can escalate this to?

- Sir, I told you we're closed.
- Yes, yes, yes.

You said that already.
But I asked for more white Zin.

Holy shit. There's nobody here.

I don't know. I don't know.
I came home and I found them.

My mom and my dad.

Get down on the ground!
Anybody else in there?

We're the ones who made the call.

- Anybody else in there?
- No. We made the call.

All right. Let's go. Come on.

Police! We're coming in! Police!

Look at me.
I'm Detective Zoeller.

This is Detective Linehan. All right?

- Did you see anyone?
- No.

We went in,
and there was smoke everywhere.

- Scene secure! Two bodies found!
- Any idea who could've done this?

My dad was a very,
very powerful businessman.

He's had to deal with
some shady people over the years.

It was the Mafia!

Yeah!

Yeah, maybe...

Angel!

Officer Angel will take you both
to the station to make a statement.

All right?

Angel, let's go.

What's going on? What happened?
What happened?

- Somebody killed our parents!
- What?!

Oh my God.

You wanna go first?

- Since I went first...
- No. You're going first.

- Did we get the volume recorded on the TV?
- Yeah.

Can we turn it off?

The first thing that I noticed was

there was smoke everywhere...

...and, um, I just started screaming.

They looked like...

They... they didn't look real.

And, um, I just ran upstairs and called
my tennis coach. I don't know why.

But Lyle called the police.

What's the liver temp?

Ninety degrees.

- So that puts time of death around 9:30?
- 10:00.

What time was the 911 call?

11:47.

Roughly two hours later.

Hmm.

My dad didn't have very many friends
in his business.

He was always saying
that the Mafia was coming after him.

They picked up all the shells.

So there's no way to know
the order the shots were fired in.

It's pretty sloppy for a mob hit, no?

Shotguns?

Mob would've let her alone.

Wait, are they dead?

Oh my God. Are they dead?

Unless you discover that there are...
items missing from the house,

then it would be my father
who would be the reason

that something like this would happen.

What do you mean by that?

Just that he worked for RCA Records,
and he was a very important man.

He was truly a great father,

but he went to work for a smaller company,

and just came into contact with like a...

a really seedy group.

My father drove a hard bargain,

and he always wanted more out of you.
More and more and more.

He was a man that believed
in the bottom line.

Officer Angel will give you
a ride home.

One of them said
the room was full of smoke

when they walked in
two hours after the shots were fired.

With that window blown out?

I'll finish off Mom.

- Excuse me. Can't go in there.
- I just need to get my tennis racket.

- Hey! Come away from there, please.
- He's got a tennis lesson later.

I need you boys to come inside with me.

Just to see if anything's missing.

Okay.

Looks like my mom's jewelry is all here.

I'll be right back.
I just gotta use the bathroom.

Hey, Detective said it'd be okay
if I just grab my tennis bag.

Thanks, Officer.

We booked the DGA Theater
for the memorial service on Friday

just to highlight what a titan
LIVE Entertainment had in your father.

Erik and I would like to speak
if that's okay.

And I have some ideas about
how to make it really moving,

just with music and whatnot.

Of course.

[inhales[ Now, guys, we probably
should talk a little bit about money.

I know there's life insurance
coming your way,

and while I'm not privy
to what Jose has in his will,

I imagine you're looking at
some kind of inheritance.

We've provided you with everything you
could have ever wanted your entire lives.

Literally everything.

Here you go.

And... and then
you go robbing people's houses.

Dad, I can explain...

There are certain lines you don't cross,
and if you do, there's a consequence.

You get shown the door.

You know what's the problem?

The problem is
we try giving you everything, but now...

now you get nothing.

Because you both... You hear me?

You both are out
of the fucking will, right?

And it's done. So good luck, kids.

You are on your own.

We're grieving. Haven't really had
much time to think about things like that.

Well, it could take a long time
is my point.

I know you've got the credit cards.
Our concern at the moment is your safety.

And that can get expensive.

Here, gentlemen,
let's... let's go over this end.

If this was Mafia,
they could come after you.

So, LIVE, we'll provide you both
round-the-clock protection.

Like bodyguards?

Yeah, that seems appropriate
given the situation.

- And as far as transportation goes?
- Well, you have the limousine.

Right, but for both of us.

- You're asking for a second limousine?
- Yeah, that'd be great.

The bodyguard, he would be able
to run errands as well,

run down to Pink Dot
if we needed him to, or...

No, that's more of an assistant.

Yeah, a couple of those as well.

And, um... I am just curious.

Have the police contacted you
with any leads, or...

Yeah. Any theories about
who might have done it?

Well, it sounds like they do have a lead.

There was a white hatchback
at your house the night of the murders,

matching one that was found at the house
of some porn producer in the Valley.

The guy was shot nine times.

- Wow. Yeah, I mean, case closed. Right?
- I don't think that's a coincidence.

Peter, if that's the case, we can't stay
at that house anymore. That's not safe.

- Erik and I need to be someplace safe.
- Of course. Uh, we're working...

Hotel Bel-Air.

Hi. I'd like to order
some room service, please.

Yeah, I would like a grilled cheese
and, uh...

Yeah, no. Tap water's fine.

You want something?

Give me that.

Hold on a minute.

Did you just order a grilled cheese
and tap water?

Yeah.

How many shrimp do you have?
Like, an actual number.

Like, enough to make
how many fucking shrimp cocktails?

Okay. Great. I want two dozen
shrimp cocktails, tails off,

and I want a case,
not a bottle, a case of Perrier!

Do you have Perrier?

Fuck yeah, you do! Okay, great!

Put a rush on that,
charge it to the room. Thank you.

Lyle, we gotta be
a little bit more careful with the money.

- What about the will?
- You're not getting it!

You don't fucking get it, Erik.
We did it. We fucking did it.

Okay?

Our life was one thing,

and we decided we weren't
gonna take that anymore.

Right? We wanted more out of life,
so we did what we had to do.

We made a fucking decision,
and now we have it! We have that life.

Yeah. And we are never
gonna fucking look back.

So, starting right now,

we're gonna demand more out of life.

And that means a few things.

And chiefly, it means that you don't
fucking drink tap water anymore, Erik!

Are we in that will? Probably not.

So we're gonna find the will
and destroy it,

but until then,
we are living our best lives.

Okay?

And we are never gonna fucking go back.

Never!

♪ Ice, ice baby ♪

♪ Ice, ice baby ♪

♪ Ice, ice baby ♪

♪ Ice, ice baby ♪

♪ All right stop, collaborate and listen ♪

♪ Ice is back
With my brand new invention ♪

♪ Something grabs a hold of me tightly ♪

This one,

this one, and this one.

♪...and i'll glow ♪

♪ To the extreme
I rock a mic like a vandal ♪

And I'll take these three.

♪ Dance, go rush
To the speaker that booms ♪

♪ I'm killing your brain
Like a poisonous mushroom ♪

♪ Deadly, when I play a dope melody ♪

♪ Anything less than the best
Is a felony ♪

I'll do ten of those, ten of those,
ten of these.

♪ Better hit bull's eye
The kid don't play ♪

More.

♪ If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it ♪

More.

♪ Ice, ice baby ♪

Yes, motherfucker! Yes!

You're getting those pants
in every color, bro.

Are you seeing this shit?

Hey!

- Mark Heffernan. Very nice to meet you.
- Yeah. You too.

Yes!

♪ Now that the party is jumping ♪

Go, go, go, go!

Come on! Come on!

Yeah!

♪ Burning them
If you ain't quick and nimble ♪

♪ I go crazy when I hear a cymbal ♪

♪ And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo ♪

♪ I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo ♪

♪ Ice, ice baby, too cold, too cold ♪

♪ Ice, ice baby, too cold ♪

♪ Ice, ice baby, too cold ♪

So, where are we at
with the Menendez case?

We've got some more interviews lined up.

Some family members,
friends of the family.

Some business associates of Jose Menendez...

...and, uh, we're pursuing
several new leads.

But are we any closer to making an arrest?

No. Not at this time, Chief.

Well, that needs to change.

Do you understand
what's going on in this city?

A nice couple had their heads blown off
in their own home

on a quiet Sunday evening.

That sort of thing does not happen
in Beverly Hills.

This is not Compton.

After these Menendez murders,
folks are going into a white panic.

They're paranoid. They don't feel safe,
afraid they might be next.

They're hiring their own security

because they're afraid
the police can't protect them.

Besides that,
the media is hounding us for answers.

I know you're aware of this.

Local news, national,
Hard Copy, Inside Edition.

And every day
that this case goes unsolved,

the pressure builds and builds
and the case keeps getting bigger,

and we look worse and worse.

As a matter of fact,
Chief Gates called me the other day.

He said we look like fucking idiots.

He asked me why
we couldn't solve the Menendez case,

and yet we have time
to manhandle Zsa Zsa Gabor.

Get out of the vehicle, Miss Gabor.

Your tags and license are expired.
Now, get out of the car.

This is stupid. I'm late for my lunch.

Fuck it. I'm leaving.

You can't just leave.

Are you aware the international press
is covering this now?

They're calling it
"the slap heard around the world."

Between Zsa Zsa and the Menendez murders,
we look incompetent.

If this keeps up, we're not just gonna
look like laughingstocks here.

We're all gonna get fired.

Which means we have to deliver results
on the Menendez case.

Now.

Understood?

Understood.

Good.

Go.

- The spending is out of control.
- These are things we need.

Could you define out of control?
It's just so vague.

My parents, you know, who are dead now,

they raised us to expect
a certain lifestyle.

Yes, but where's the money supposed
to come from?

Are you joking?

From our inheritance,
which we are clearly spending now.

My mom and dad were very clear

that everything that they had,
we were going to get.

What?

Are you sure of that?

- Yes. Of course, I'm sure of that.
- Are you not sure?

We need to wait
for the reading of the will.

And you don't have that will here
in your possession?

No, Jose kept it somewhere else.

Well, where is it?

Well, we're in the process
of looking for it.

We have to wait until your uncle,
who is the executor...

I don't know if you remember...

but our parents were murdered.

So are we trying to spend our way
into some happy feelings?

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe.

I mean, can you blame us?

They were shot in the face.

I'm sorry. I...
I don't... I don't mean to be insensitive.

Let's... Let's just go easy on the spending.

I mean, when your uncle arrives
and the will has been found and read,

you know, we'll know more.

The clothes and the watches, it's okay.

I'll move some stuff around.

What?

Dad was serious, Lyle.

We get nothing
when they find that will and read it.

- You said it before. You were right.
- Will you stop with this? Please?

Listen to me.
You and I have got nothing to worry about.

This will thing will not be a problem.

Yeah, but how do we know that, Lyle?
We don't even know where the fuck it is.

Of course, we do.

One, two, three, four.

Hmm. Hmm.

Four...

No! No, stop!

What do you mean no?
We have to get it open.

Oh yeah, 'cause that's
not suspicious at all, is it?

Cutting open Dad's safe?

- We have to be smart about this.
- Okay. Fine, Erik.

So what's another option then?

Hello?

Billy, it's Erik Menendez.

Erik?

Oh my God. How are you doing?
I... I heard about...

Yeah. Is your dad
still a probate attorney?

Yeah.

Why? You want me to put him on?

No. We're grabbing dinner
at Chin Chin. Be over after.

You said you do it all the time.

Hire people to open safes
when you don't know the code.

But are either of you
the executor of the estate?

- I am the man of the house.
- Our uncle is the executor.

He's flying in tomorrow,
as well as the rest of our family.

As we understand it,

we need the presence of a lawyer
to have the safe open for legal reasons.

- Yeah, binding.
- That's why we called you.

Okay. Let's call him
and get his permission

to hire someone who'll open it.

What?

Um...

I just can't do it
without the executor here.

Or I could be disbarred.

Okay. Fine. We'll call a locksmith,
which I wanted to do,

but you said not to.

Yes. If it was broken into,
then police would get involved.

- We'll get it open ourselves. Thank you.
- I can't let you do that.

I'd be legally bound to tell the executor
that something like that had happened.

In fact, the safe
should stay here tonight.

You don't let it out
of your sight. You understand?

- Why do I have to stay with it?
- This was your idea. He's your friend.

Wait. Where are you going?

Cheesecake Factory.
I'm meeting Jamie.

Sure you're going
to be comfortable in here?

I'm good. Good night, Mrs. Wright.

- Safe's in the garage, you said?
- Uh, yeah.

- Thanks for coming, Carlos.
- I'm sorry, bud.

Mm-hmm.

I am so sorry. Oh.

I've missed my guys.

I love you.

Safe's open.

Good.

You ready?

Let's do this.

No, I want to go in first by myself.

Well... Lyle, we all need to be in there.

Yeah. Look, I'm the executor
of the estate...

Which is not what I wanted,
but it's the way that it is.

We all know
that my father had girlfriends.

And I just want to make sure
that there aren't any...

dirty pictures or anything,

because I don't want my mother
to be humiliated anymore, Uncle Brian.

So I'm just gonna go in there,
and I'm gonna have one look,

and then I'm going to come
right back out. Okay?

- Go ahead.
- Okay, yeah.

Hmm.

I didn't see a will in there.

- What?
- What?

- Are you sure?
- Yeah. Yeah.

You can have a look for yourself,
but I didn't see one.

- Hey, Flor!
- Lyle!

- Jamie left an Izod sweater...
- I find this!

Erik!

- What?
- Look what Flor found.

- What is it?
- In a closet.

We get everything.

They gave us everything.

"I devise and bequeath
to my wife Mary Louise Menendez,

and in the event of her death,

all of my assets shall be split evenly

between...

my sons,

Joseph Lyle Menendez
and Eric Galen Menendez."

This is from a letter
that my father wrote me not long ago.

"Lyle, as you may know, family is
the most important thing in my life."

"And I hope it will be in yours."

Mr. Buffalo could be huge.

Bigger than TCBY.

All I need is 300K from the estate
for the down payment.

The views here are stunning.

- You're gonna love them.
- Uh-huh.

"I urge you to go through life
and enjoy the fruits of your work."

That's nice, Erik.

"And the good fortune
of your heritage."

Nice. Perfect.

"To think of your family, country,
and your fellow citizens."

So this is a harbor view,
and not an ocean view.

No, I want to build on Dad's legacy.

There's so much more
that our family can achieve.

Mm. That's it, Erik.

Just like that. Yeah.

Okay.

- Yeah?
- Deal.

You're definitely your father's son.

"I believe both you and Erik
can make a difference."

"I believe that you will."

Hey.

I was gonna get something
from Pink Dot. You want anything?

Erik?

I can't do it, Lyle.

- Okay.
- No.

- If you don't want anything...
- No. I'm talking about Oziel.

I can't...

I can't kill him.

I can't.

If you want to kill him,
then you can do that, but I...

Listen to me.
You think that I fucking want to?

The more people
that know about what happened,

the greater the chances
that you and I get fucking caught.

I thought that getting rid of them
and getting money

was going to make me feel better.

Because you said that it would.

But ever since reading of the will,
I felt worse.

That's why I went to see Dr. Oziel.

I know I shouldn't have done that,
and I'm sorry I did,

but I can't kill him, Lyle. I can't!

It's okay. It's okay.

We don't have to kill him.

It's all right.

But we do need to keep him close.
We need to keep seeing him.

We need to make sure
that he doesn't fucking rat us out,

because this is
a serious fucking wrinkle, Erik.

I know.

No more confessions, okay?

Or else I may have to fucking
end up killing you.

Hey, I'm kidding. I'm kidding. Ha.

I love you.

I will always protect you.

I know.

I love you too.

I'm sorry.

So tomorrow, I'm going to take my notes
from Erik's confession,

I'm gonna put them
in a safety deposit box.

I will give you the key.

If anything happens to me,
I want you to call my attorney.

- No, Jer, you've got to go to the police.
- I can't fucking go to the police!

Just not yet. They're my patients.

Who cares about
patient confidentiality whatever bullshit?

They threatened your life!

What? Why are you holding that rock?

This is black tourmaline
for spiritual protection.

Okay. I... I just... uh...
I need some time, okay?

How long are Laurel
and the girls gone for?

I'm gonna, uh, keep them out of town
for another week,

I guess, just until I can find
a better security system for the house.

Maybe hire a bodyguard?

Jer, I'm scared.

Maybe I should move in
with you guys for a while?

That is not a good idea.

I'm in danger, too. Lyle saw me!

He doesn't know you're my patient.
He doesn't know where you live.

Oh. Okay. He could've followed you here
to my apartment.

You said it yourself.
Those boys are sociopaths!

Judalon, I'm a married man.
You cannot move into my house.

I need my smoky quartz.

If you're asking yourself, "Why?
Why does Judalon need a smoky quartz?"

I'll give you the answer
real plain and clear, doctor.

It's because this... this will keep me safe.

Because you can't.

You'll protect your wife,
but leave me a sitting fucking duck?

- God, you're gonna let them kill me!
- Nobody's gonna kill you...

You know what? When they kill me,
you will finally be rid of me,

which I am sure
will be a great relief to you!

What happened to the two of us
spending our lives together?

How long am I supposed to wait?

Until one of those Menendez boys
shoots my fucking head off with a shotgun?

- Judalon, don't do this.
- No, please, just...

Oh God.

I can't... I can't breathe. That thing where
I can't breathe is happening.

Okay, all right. Okay.

Uh... look...

Let me talk to Laurel.

I will tell her you are a patient of mine,

and you are going through a rough spot,

and I will ask her if you can...
...stay in the guest house

for a couple of nights, okay?

Okay.

You are still leaving her, right?

You do still love me forever and always?

Yes. As soon as the time is right,
as soon as this is over,

I'm gonna tell her all about us.

And, yes, I still love you.

Forever and always.

Jer...

- Mmm.
- Mm.

You know, boys,
I say we just pin the whole thing

on Fidel Castro

and call it a day. Huh?

You're brilliant.

Okay.

So let's run down
our current list of theories.

Theory one. They were killed by the Mafia

because of Jose's possible
business dealings in the adult film world.

The porn theory.

Theory two. They were killed by a cartel

because Jose was secretly
running drugs from South America.

Because how could a Cuban man
like Jose Menendez get rich in America

except by running drugs?

Theory three.

They were killed by a San Fernando gang
Erik had some kind of beef with

and who had reportedly made threats.

None of these theories add up.

There's no sign of forced entry.

The forensic evidence
doesn't show any sign of a struggle.

It's almost as if...

Jose and Kitty Menendez
knew their attackers.

Right. Which leaves us
with only one real plausible theory.

Look. I know you guys want
to pin this on the sons...

Pin? Why haven't they returned
our phone calls, Tom?

We don't have enough
to make the charges stick!

They don't even want to talk with us
unless it is through their attorney.

Come on. Does this strike you
as the behavior of someone who's innocent?

No. I know.

I can't believe we didn't check
their hands for gunshot residue

the night of the murders.

Talk about a fuck-up.

What's done is done.

But if we want to make an arrest,
we need proof.

We need to find something because it's
not gonna magically fall into our laps.

Yeah?

Hey, Les? A call just came in for you.

Apparently, he's a close friend
of Erik Menendez.

Fuck me.

You wrote a screenplay
about killing our parents?

You're a fucking idiot. That is...

Incriminating?

Please don't speak for me.
Yes, incriminating.

You need to find every copy
of that shitty screenplay and burn it.

It's not a shitty screenplay.
It was actually really good.

Boys, I'd like us to stay focused.

Friends is something
Craig and me put a lot of work into.

You haven't even read it.
So don't call it shitty. 'Cause it's not.

- Friends, that's the name of it?
- Yes, that's the name of it.

That is the dumbest fucking title
I've ever heard. No wonder it never sold.

And you didn't tell Craig
what we did, did you?

No. Of course not.

I want to come back, hmm, to the question

of why you felt
you had to kill your parents.

And also, just so you're aware,

I put the notes from our previous session
in several safety deposit boxes.

- Safety deposit boxes?
- What the fuck?

Now, I told you,
I'm not going to the police.

But if something were to happen to me,

it would not be good for you boys.

Are you threatening us, Oziel?

No. No.

But I do think, moving forward,

I think we should... we should
start recording our sessions.

No. Absolutely fucking not!

I assure you, no one will have access
to these tapes but me.

But if we're going to continue our work

so that I can help you
resolve these issues

that drove you to kill your parents,
I need an insurance policy.

I need to know
that we are in this together.

Honestly, Doc, I don't really have
any more "issues" that I need to resolve,

because the two biggest "issues"
that I had are both dead.

Right. Well, that's...
that's good, Lyle. Um...

Saying what you did out loud, that is, uh...
it's part of the healing process.

And... and what is said in this office

stays in this office.

You have my word.

Friends. Fucking lame title.

Erik confessed to you, after
the murders, about killing his parents.

He didn't come right out and say,
"I killed my parents."

But basically, yeah,
he pretty much admitted to it.

And why do you think he told you?

Well, Erik's like my best friend.
I mean, we tell each other everything.

And...

Uh, last year, we were writing
this screenplay together. Uh...

It was kind of inspired by that movie,
The Billionaire Boys Club?

"My father was not a man
to show his emotions."

"Sometimes he would tell me
that I was not worthy to be his son."

"When he did that,
it would make me strive harder,

to go further,
to prove to him that I was worthy,

just so I could hear the words,
'I love you, Son.'"

"A warrior who has lost his parents

is still a warrior."

Fuck, it's so good!

It really is.

Hold up. So you and Erik
wrote a screenplay

about a rich kid who kills his parents?

I know. I mean, we knew it was
a pretty twisted story when we wrote it.

But... but it was just a movie.

But now, after what he told me, I just...

I couldn't stay silent.

No, it was really brave of you
to come forward, Craig.

You did the right thing.

Now look,
I... I don't think Erik should go to jail.

I think he needs help.

Him and Lyle. Like, mental help.

Because obviously, if they did this,
they're messed up in the head.

So what, are you guys gonna,
like, arrest him now?

Well, unfortunately,
what you've told us

doesn't quite meet the requirements
for an arrest warrant.

I mean, it'd... it'd be considered hearsay.

"Hearsay." I know what that is.
They use that word a lot in L.A. Law.

However, if you want to help out Erik

and help us with our investigation,

there is something you can do.

Total game changer.
My bench press has gone up by 50 pounds.

It's improved my performance on the court.

Nice.

And I, uh, I started seeing this girl.

We just got back from skiing in Utah.

Oh.

Is... is she hot?

Dude. She's super hot.

You should come to our new place
in the marina. It's really nice.

There's these private tennis courts.

You've been playing so much,
you're going to kill me.

Well, you taught me that...

Happy birthday to you...

You taught me how to play tennis.

Happy birthday to you...

- I can't hear 'em. Can you hear 'em?
- Mm-mm.

Fuck!

Whoo!

- Well, sounds like you're doing good.
- Yeah. I am.

I don't think my dad
would want me to mope around.

You know, I think
he'd want me to live and accomplish

maybe more than even he did.

Become a senator or something.

"A warrior who has lost his parents
is still a warrior."

- Isn't that a line from our screenplay?
- Is it?

Uh, speaking of,
I, uh, actually read it the other day.

- Wanted to see how it held up.
- Really?

And?

It's got a few plot holes and some
of the dialogue's a little cheesy,

but I still think it's really good.

I think with a few quick rewrites,
like, we could totally sell it.

Yeah. Maybe.

And now, you know,
we could, uh, make it more believable.

You know? Because of...

Come on.

Because of what?

I mean, the... the characters
would still be totally fictional.

We wouldn't make it
like exactly what happened to...

What you and Lyle did.

Craig. What the fuck?

We would change the details.
They do that all the time in movies.

No, don't... don't even fuck
with that anymore.

Come on, Craig.

Come on. Erik, I mean...

You already told me you did it.

I said, don't fuck with that anymore.

- Hear me? Don't fuck with that anymore.
- Yeah...

There's no way that we could've done that,
especially in the way that it happened.

But do you think Lyle might have?

No, Lyle didn't do it.

- He had someone do it?
- I was with him the whole night.

You sound like these detectives.
They think it's us.

- I'm sorry to press the issue...
- Why?

'Cause I wanna find out who did this.
Same as you.

Did the cops talk to you?

What?

Did the cops contact you
as part of their investigation?

Yeah, they did.

- What'd you tell 'em?
- I didn't tell them anything.

Right. Because there's nothing to tell.

Right.

Because Lyle and I
didn't fucking kill our parents.

Of course not. Yeah, you guys would never.

Right. We would never.

Thank you.

Good to see you, buddy.

Let's talk about you coming over
in the next week or something.

Works for me.

Thanks.

Well, sorry, guys.

- I guess that didn't help much, huh?
- God fucking damn it!

So...

Do you think

your mother deserved to die?

I don't think we ever
thought about it like that.

Yeah. It was more like,

"Well, if we're gonna kill our dad,
we should probably just kill our mom too."

Did one of you feel differently
about killing your mom?

No, absolutely not.

There's no way that I was going to
make a decision to kill my mother

without Erik's consent.

I didn't even want
to influence him on the issue.

I just let him sleep on it
for a few nights.

Okay. Erik?

Yeah.

We had to kill her.

- She was totally dependent on him.
- Completely dependent.

And it was the only way out for her.

You do realize how extreme it is
killing both your parents?

Did money ever play a part
in the decision?

No.

So, you weren't afraid
of being disinherited?

You never considered the fact
that if you only killed Jose,

the bulk of his money would go to Kitty,

and you'd never have
full control over it until...

We didn't kill our parents
for fucking money.

Okay. Erik, I believe you.

This was never about the money.

This was about doing my mom a kindness.

Eventually, it had to happen.

She had to be killed
because it was the only way out for her.

- For all of us!
- That's enough.

But, Erik, why? Tell me why
you had to kill your dad and your mom?

Why was that the only solution

to freeing her and you
and your brother from this situation?

You don't have to answer that.

Tell me, Erik, why?

Hey, I'm done
with this conversation. So is he.

- Lyle...
- We are done.

It was the perfect crime.

The police don't have shit.

The only people who know what actually
fucking happened are in this room.

And for your sake, Doc,
it had better stay that way.

Hey. Pop up. Let's go.

Boys.

Wait.

Come on, guys.

We're in this together.

Right?

Before you go, take this.

What is AutoMax?

That is a small company
that I helped start.

I think it would be a great
investment opportunity for you.

I think I could be a lot more
to you boys than just a therapist.

We ought to be business partners.

Yeah. Yeah. Okay.

I'll, uh, I'll look into it.

- Yeah.
- Thanks, Doc.

Okay, sure.

Hey there.
Brought you a little snack.

Mommy says I can't have sweets
before dinner.

Oh.

It's been so nice being here
these last few months.

Living with you
and your sister and your dad.

You know, if I was your mommy,

I'd let you have treats
whenever you'd like.

No. No, no, Jer, please,
you can't do this.

Oh! I sure as hell can.

We have put up
with your fucking craziness long enough!

I never should've let you move
in the house. I mean, that was crazy.

- You did it because you love me.
- No.

I did it because you were depressed,
and manic, and scared,

and I felt sorry for you.

I even talked my wife into it.

But I never would've done it

if I knew you were gonna turn us
into your fucking prisoners!

The threats, the mood swings,
rearranging the furniture!

And now, now you tell my daughter
you're gonna replace her mother!

Are you fucking insane?!

You said you were leaving her, okay?

- You said it!
- Yeah. Well, I'm not! All right?

I'm not leaving her.

You are gonna regret this.

I know things, and you know I know things.

Judalon.

Don't be stupid, Judalon.

Fuck you, Jer!

Jude! For your own sake,
for your own safety,

do not discuss the Menendez case
with anyone, especially not the tapes.

You should wear
that amethyst crystal I got you.

Your third eye chakra's a little off.

- Detective Zoeller?
- Yeah?

I have information about the Menendez case
I think you'll wanna hear.