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[dramatic music]

*

- 15 shots from a shotgun.

There's only one thing
that can generate

that level of anger:

family.

- José and Kitty Menendez,
sons Lyle and Erik.

- Are the boys suspects?
- Everyone's a suspect.

No one's been officially
eliminated.

- My father's a strong
disciplinarian.

My mother was the great
tragedy in all of this.

[camera shutters snapping]

- This is my therapist,
Dr. Oziel.

- [moans]

I heard the phone ring.
Was that your wife?

- It was about a patient,
Erik Menendez.

- The one whose parents
got killed?

- [breathing shakily]
- Erik.

What's wrong?

[buzzer sounds]

[ominous music]

- Hi. I am Leslie Abramson.

I'm here to see my client,
Roberto Lopez.

He was injured.

- He's stable.
He's out of danger.

- Good. Let's go back to bed.

- I want to see him.

- She just said he's okay.

Come on, we're meeting the
adoption lawyer in five hours.

I want to get some sleep.

- I need to make sure
Roberto is okay.

- Les...

is this how it's gonna be
with the new kid?

You're gonna be the absentee
mom, like you were with Laine?

- Okay.

First of all, the new kid is
going to have two parents.

Secondly, you knew what you
were getting into

when you married me.

This is one of the things

you were getting into.

[gate opening]

Thank you.

- Ma'am.
- Yeah.

Oh, Roberto, honey,
it's Leslie.

Oh, my God,
look at you.

Nurse.

This man has been laying here
for hours

and nobody's washed his face?

- Oh, he's all sewn up.

It won't do him any harm.

- Fine. I want a bowl of water

and a towel, right now.

[sighs]
My goodness, I'm sorry, honey.

I'm gonna get you
all washed up.

It's okay.

Oh, boy, look at you.

[sighs]

All right,
I'm gonna be very gentle.

I'm gonna make you look like
your handsome self again, okay?

Okay.

- Lyle bought a new Porsche,
Erik a Jeep.

They bought watches, clothes,
stereos...

- Maybe this is how
the rich grieve.

- What about their alibi?

- Movie. No ticket stubs.

We haven't located the car
they were driving.

A Ford Escort.

- We need a break
from the police gods.

- If you get one, page me.

And heads up, Mr. Reiner's
planning a run for state AG.

He'll need headlines.

- We'll do our best.

- Most of this spending
is Lyle's.

He erased the computer files
about the will.

He seems to be driving this.

- Older brother.
Makes sense.

[papers shuffling]

Tips from psychics.

Inquiries from agents
and producers.

- Don't you have an agent, Les?

[chuckles softly]

- A call from
a Donovan Goodreau,

New York area code.

Says he's...

Lyle's best friend.

- Looks like we're going
to New York.

[phone rings]

- Hello?

It's Lyle.

- Hey.

- What's that ass-wipe
doing there?

- Just working on the script.
Lyle, I--I'm...

I can't stay here anymore.

I don't feel safe.
- Erik, settle down.

Nothing will happen to you.
Come stay with me.

[door closes]
I'll get you on a red-eye

on a private charter.

- Okay.

- I'll take care of you, buddy.

[receiver clatters]

[ominous music]

*

[door closes]

- So this is where it happened,
huh?

So how about it, Chief?

How'd it go down?

*

[indistinct conversation]

[music playing faintly
in earphones]

*

*

[tennis balls bouncing]

- [grunting]

- [laughs]

You know,
Uncle Carlos' friend thinks

we should invest in a condo.

Maybe in the Marina.
- Yeah?

- But if you're gonna live
at UCLA--

- Oh, I'm not going to UCLA.

I'm turning pro.

My coach thinks I'm ready...

It was Dad's dream.

I keep thinking of him,

sitting there,
encouraging me.

- Yelling.

He was yelling at you, Erik.

- Sorry we didn't get a chance
to clean up.

We came right from the airport.

- I didn't think you'd really
fly all the way out here

just to talk to me.

- Nothing to worry about,
Donovan.

We came east to talk
to everyone

connected to
the Menendez family.

- Well, I read about
the murders in the paper.

I tried calling Lyle.

He changed his number.
I haven't seen him

since I moved out of his dorm
last May.

How's he doing?

Is he okay?

- Sure.

Was that how you met,
in the dorm?

- No. His girlfriend Jamie
introduced us.

I was at Princeton.
You know, money was tight.

I was sleeping in my truck.

Lyle let me crash in his dorm.

- That was nice of him.
- Yeah.

We bonded because of our dads.

They're both take-charge
hard-ass types.

- Lyle complained
about his dad?

- He was happy there was
2,000 miles between them.

- Uh-huh.

- I met his dad.

I went out to LA
with Lyle last Easter.

He actually prepped me.

Lyle and me
kicked around ideas,

like a college circuit
for rock bands.

- Don't tell him that.

He knows the music business.
He ran RCA.

And give him a plan,
like a business plan.

- Oh.
- Miss.

My glass has been sitting here
empty for the last ten minutes.

My dad always gives waitresses
a hard time.

- Yeah, my dad gives
everybody a hard time.

What about your mom?

Does she cut you any slack?

- Look, you can't repeat this
to anybody.

My dad had an affair
that really hurt her.

She's turning
into a basket case.

I could kill him
for what he's doing.

- I didn't make a big deal.

People say that
all the time, right?

Like, he'd just been saying

what a great guy his dad was.

*

- People at his work said

your brother could be
demanding.

Did you ever see
that kind of behavior?

- José had high standards for
the people who worked for him.

The same standards
he had for himself.

- What about at home
with his family?

High standards there too?

- My brother didn't coddle
Lyle and Erik,

if that's what you mean.

[door opening]

- Hey.

Is Erik up?

- Erik slept over last night.

- Lyle, why don't you come
talk to us

while your aunt gets Erik
out of bed?

- The ticket stubs
for "Batman"?

Uh, I don't know where,
unless they're in the car.

- Erik's car, the Ford Escort?
- That one.

- Is that one of the watches
you bought after the memorial?

- Before the memorial.

You know, that was sort of
a reaction, to everything.

- Right.

- Um...

Erik and I are concerned that
things we think are unrelated--

we'd rather they not get out
to the press.

- Nothing's getting out
to the press from us.

- I read an article that said
my dad was shot

eight times
from 3 feet away.

Then my grandmother
reads this--

- That's from the coroner,
not us.

- Like this stuff
about organized crime?

That's the worst thing my dad
could imagine,

to be associated with that.

I won't believe it
until I see something.

- Well, that makes two of us.

We're not here to nail you.
- Yeah.

- People think police
are jerks.

Generally we are, but...
[chuckles]

We're not gonna be
with you.

- Uh, I--I have a question
that I've wanting to ask.

Um...

if I would have gotten a gun
from my parents' bedroom

and--and walked out
of the house with it--

which maybe I would've done

if I was in a different
state of mind--

what would the police
have done?

- Told you to drop the gun.

- Not just shot and killed me?

- Not after the 911 call
from Lyle.

- Oh.

- But normally
that's a pretty good way

of getting
yourself killed.

- You thinking about
hurting yourself, Erik?

- No, no.

No, I was just curious.

- Right. Yeah.

- Um, have you spoken
to Jerry Oziel?

He's a psychiatrist.

- No, we never heard that name.

- I had to see him
after the Calabasas thing.

He--he had many meetings
with my parents.

He'd be able to help you.

- Well, you'd have to
give him permission

to talk to us
because there's

a doctor-patient
confidentiality, but...

- Oh, okay.
Yeah.

- Erik.

We got to go meet Jamie
and Kelly.

- Right.

*

- Oh, hey.

Don't wear that
while you're in LA.

Someone might steal it.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Bad guys have been
driving around,

following people home,
and robbing their Rolexes,

selling them for $2,500.

- Yeah?

Where can I sell mine
for $2,500?

- Erik, don't forget to call
that doctor.

*

.

- No, you told the boys
they weren't suspects,

and I asked you to notify me
if they became suspects.

And now I find out
you named them as suspects

in a warrant application
for phone records.

You lied, Detective.

No more interviews except
through me.

[knocks lightly]

- Yeah?

- Just got my wee-wee slapped
by Chaleff.

- Well, I'm sure
you deserved it.

Records show calls
to a Glenn Stevens.

He lived in the dorm
with Lyle.

Lyle called him twice
the day after the murders.

- Manslaughter is a good deal,
Roberto.

We hung this jury,
but who knows

what the next one's gonna do?

- Okay, Miss Leslie.

I trust you like family.

I'll take the deal.

- Good boy.

[chuckles]

[knocking on door]

- Ho, ho, the shyster lawyer.

You know, Abramson, I still
think I should kill you.

- Ah, that you, Willy?

It's always a delight
to see you, pal.

- Yeah, you too, Goldilocks.
- Former client.

Threatened to kill me every day
if I didn't win his trial.

I got him a hung jury.
He walked.

- Well, he doesn't
sound grateful.

- Eh, I'm not sorry.
I did my job.

*

- We're not gonna BS you,
Glenn.

Lyle and Erik are suspects.

Not triggermen,
but maybe they ordered a hit.

- Lyle's always telling me

about how brilliant
his dad was.

Are you sure?
- No.

We suspect, but we don't know.

- Okay, 'cause...

Lyle made me a partner
in this restaurant chain

we're setting up, so--

- In other words,
you got a good thing going,

so maybe you're holding out
on us?

- What? No, no,
I've told you guys everything.

Well, did you know
he wears a wig?

He started going bald up here
in high school,

and his dad started making him
wear a wig.

- How about that.

You seeing Lyle anytime soon?

- No, him and Erik
went back to LA.

Hey, a reporter from the "LA
Times" called to interview me.

- We don't mind.

Tell him whatever you want.

- You know he's gonna shoot
his mouth off to the "Times."

- It's okay.

We can use it.

[dramatic music]

**

- [grunts]

[balls thwacking,
grunting continues]

Uh...

our lawyer said
I can't talk to you.

- I just wanted
to give you this.

Today's "LA Times."

Lyle's buddy, Glenn Stevens,
told some reporter

Lyle's a suspect.

- A suspect?
Why would he say that?

- Ask Lyle.

Everything okay
between you two?

I got the vibe
he bosses you around.

- You'd better go.

- Ah, keep it.

- Glenn says the reporter
twisted his words.

He swears he told him
the cops think I'm a suspect.

- Why would he even say that
to a reporter?

- The reporter
got him confused.

You know Glenn.
He's a dumb hockey jock.

Just calm down.

- I can't.
I can't stand it, Lyle.

People drive by the house,
looking in the windows.

- No one's looking
through the windows, Erik.

- It feels like it.
You don't live here!

You don't know.
You're far away.

- No one's going to hurt you,
Erik.

Just remember
what Dad taught us.

Master of our emotions.

"If I feel fear,
I will plunge ahead."

You're a Menendez.

You're gonna do great things.

[ominous music]

*

- [inhales, exhales slowly]

- When did he call?

Give me his number again.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Erik Menendez, sounds urgent.

Thanks, honey.
I'll be home soon.

[dialing clicks]

[clears throat]

Erik, it's Dr. Oziel.

I can see you first thing
tomorr--

that works.

Yes.

Everything will be fine, Erik.
I promise.

It sounds like
a severe anxiety attack.

Come in.

Have a seat, Erik.

- Um...

can we go for a walk?

Please?

I keep having this dream
I'm being chased.

I see my parents...

*

I think it would be better
if I was dead.

We did it.

We did it.

[doorbell rings]

all: Trick or treat!

[phone rings]
- I love your costumes.

Great costumes.
- Thank you!

- You're welcome!

[laughter]

- Hello.

[door opens]

- You should sit down, Lyle.

- I want to talk to Erik alone.

- He told me everything.

How you shot your parents.

Where you bought the shotguns.

- Oh, God. Erik.

- I had to tell somebody.
I wanted to kill myself.

I don't want to fight with you,
Lyle. I love you.

- How much could you love me
when you trust a doctor

more than your own brother?

This is just great.
We have a very big problem.

He could go to the police--
- I wouldn't.

The therapist-patient
relationship is confidential.

- Excuse me.
- Erik.

No, Erik--no, no, no.

Hey, Erik.
Erik.

Erik!

- Lyle.

Your tone is very menacing.

Now, I think you and I
should go back in and talk.

- I don't have anything
to say to you.

Good luck, Dr. Oziel.

[dramatic music]

*

[lock clicks]

- [sighs]

Laurel. Laurel.

Listen to me very carefully.

I think we're in danger.

A patient just made
a very troubling confession.

I want you to take the girls
to a hotel.

Leave the house
as soon as possible.

Do it.

I'm dictating this session
I had with Erik...

and ultimately,
Lyle Menendez...

- Lyle, I'm sorry.

- I just wish
you'd come to me first.

You didn't tell him, did you?

- About that?

No.

- Okay.

Okay.

I'll figure something out.

[ominous music]

*

.

- Lyle Menendez told a friend

he wanted to kill his father

because he cheated
on his mother.

- Then there's the erased will.
- This is all you have?

Look, these boys aren't
criminal geniuses.

If you hadn't treated them
with kid gloves,

they'd be in jail already.

- They will be, Mr. Reiner.
- They better.

The McMartin case goes
to the jury next week.

After they convict,
the attention will be on this.

On you, detectives.

On your success or failure.

- No, I took those steps only

to protect myself
and my family.

But I'm reassured that you
agreed to another session.

I want to help you
work out the issues

that led you
to kill your parents.

- I don't want to work
anything out with you.

- It could help
if you were arrested.

A record of our sessions
could show remorse, Lyle.

If you felt guilty about
the money you'll inherit--

- This wasn't about the money.

Everybody thinks we were
this perfect family.

But we were a disaster.

- How do you mean?
A disaster, Lyle?

- I'm still having those
thoughts about hurting myself.

I want them to stop.

What we did to our mom
was horrible.

- You told me
she was depressed...

that she wanted to end her life
but couldn't.

In that context,
you did her a favor.

- That's it.
We're done here.

Erik.

[door closes]

No, you know what,

it sounds like he's trying
to blackmail us.

We need to make sure
he keeps his mouth shut.

- How?

Lyle, what are you
talking about?

- Look,
I'll talk to Mr. Chaleff.

Maybe he can deal with Oziel.

- Look, that's crazy, okay?
I never said that.

- You bragged at a frat party
that Erik confessed to you

and you were gonna
make millions off the story.

You said the same thing
to a tennis coach.

- Look, I...

Erik told me how him and Lyle
shot their parents, okay?

But then he said, "It could've
happened that way."

So I didn't know if I should
actually believe him or not.

- We need Erik on tape.

You're gonna wear a wire.

- I...
[laughs]

I do know what you're
talking about.

- Burger and fries.

- Thank you.
- And the swordfish goes here.

- This spinach--
this spinach is mushy.

Do you have spinach that's,
like, spinach?

- Yeah.

- By the way, happy birthday.

I'm what, like, two,
three days late?

- Yeah, I had
a huge birthday party.

Me, myself, and my brother.
Really big.

- I would have been there,
Chief,

except you didn't call me.

- You missed the best part.

A healing Mass.

It was my aunt's idea.

- A healing Mass?

Like with a real priest?
- Yeah.

No, he heals the soul.

He starts doing this thing
in Latin.

I went through a trance
for, like, ten minutes.

I could not open my eyes.

Then I saw this swirling circle
like this, and...

I'm going through
the center of it,

and then all of the sudden,
I saw my parents in heaven.

I was praying in front of them
on my knees.

Mm...

I hope you liked the new draft
of the script.

- Yeah.
- I'm just excited.

- No, it's good.

It's really good.

Your parents
would be impressed.

Yeah, I want to write
the story about that.

- What about?

- Kid kills parents, somebody
else kills kid's parents.

We dramatize it,
completely change the names.

You know, make it about--
- You know what?

Don't even mess with that.
- No, I know--

- There's so many people around
saying, like...

"So-and-so killed
your parents," and...

I'm gonna find out.
I'm gonna fi--

I'm gonna blow the guy's
brains out.

- You already told me
you did it, right?

- No, don't even mess
with that anymore.

You know I didn't kill
my parents.

Yeah. There's no way
that I could have,

especially in the way
that it happened.

The police think it could
have been us.

Makes no difference to me
because we didn't do it.

Here, give this to the waiter.
I'm going to the john.

- I guess that didn't help
much, huh?

- [sighs]

- Judalon?

Judalon?

[faint hissing]

Oh, for God's sake.

- [gasps]

[panting]

[coughing]

[gasps]

- "I can't live without you"?

What kind of nonsense is that?

- I can't be alone anymore.

[sobs]
Please let me stay with you.

- What?

At my house, with my family?

- Please, Jerry.

Don't leave me by myself.

Next time I'll really do it.

[crying]
- Okay, okay.

Just stop, stop.

I'll call Laurel.

I'll--I'll come up
with something.

Just stop--

stop crying,
stop crying.

- Make me better, Doctor Daddy.

- I've asked Dr. Oziel
to conduct

an extensive
psychological assessment.

Whatever you tell him
is confidential.

Your secret is safe here.

- Have a seat.

We'll hold three sessions
a week to begin.

Maybe more later.
- I can't do that.

I have to be in Princeton
for my business.

- Whether you attend or not,

it doesn't affect my fee.

[tape recorder clicks]

Let's start.

- I do feel sorry
for her, Jerry.

Maybe a normal
family environment

will do her some good.

But you have to promise me--

- My interest in her is only

as a concerned
mental health professional.

Once I get her stabilized,

she'll move back
to her own place.

- We're gonna miss
the movie.

- Have fun.

- Bye, Daddy!

[door closes]

- They're gone.

- [moans]

- What's the matter?

- I owe so much money.

I need $5,000.

- You want me to make you
a loan?

- A loan?

You should just give it to me.

- If you leave by the end
of the week.

- You can't kick me out.

Don't you like having me
right here?

For you.

- We can have
all the sex we want

once you're back
at your own place.

- If you kick me out,

I'll go to the cops
and I'll tell them

that Lyle and Erik
confessed to you.

- Don't even joke about it.
You'll be killed.

- The boys can't kill me

'cause they don't know
who I am.

- If you turn them in,

I absolutely would tell them
you did it.

I have an arrangement,

and you're not gonna
mess it up.

You hear me?

Hmm?

*

.

- Larry childproofed his house.

It's crazy.

You can really get
carried away.

- Can you leave that there,
please?

Can you turn the volume up
a little bit?

- José and Kitty Menendez

- So this is our nooner?

You, me,
and the Menendez brothers?

- It doesn't add up.

These boys did not want
for anything growing up.

- Rich greedy brats.

- That's not what the people
who know them say.

Good athletes, good students,
polite, well-behaved.

People like that
don't just wake up

and turn into Charlie Manson.

- Their disconsolate sons,
Erik and Lyle,

are seen here,
ushered in by family,

shortly before the service.

- [grunts]

- [cheering]

Nice serve, Erik.
- Aunt Marta.

Noelle, this is my Aunt Marta,
the one from Miami.

- Oh, Erik talks about you
all the time.

- Nice to meet you.

Erik, can I speak to you
for a minute?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Is she new?

- Yeah, I met her
in Lake Tahoe.

Her parents are therapists.

She really gets me.

- That's good.

Erik.
- Yeah?

- I need to talk to you about
these bills from Dr. Oziel.

$7,000 just for December?
- Just pay him.

Aunt Marta,
he's really helping.

And anyway,
we're gonna settle the estate,

and everything'll be great,
all right?

[chuckles]

All right!

- Nice improvement
in the footwork.

Keep it up.
- Sure, yeah.

I'm starting to feel ready.

So, uh...

So Mark thinks I can qualify

for the Tel Aviv Open
next month,

and uh...

I don't know, I'd--

I'd really like you
to be there, if you can.

- Mm. It's right in the middle
of midterms.

Anyway,

I wouldn't want
to distract you.

- [chuckles]

My mom would be happy.

She was always giving me
deadlines to get a girlfriend.

- The jury in the McMartin
preschool trial

found Ray Buckey
and his mother not guilty

of 52 counts
of molestation.

The jury deadlocked
on another 13 counts.

A mistrial was declared.

[television clicks off]

- We're re-trying Buckey.

Pam, you'll lead
the prosecution.

Elliott'll take over Menendez.

- You're taking me off
Menendez?

Mr. Reiner, the police think
they're close to a break.

And frankly, re-trying Buckey

doesn't seem like a good use
of our time.

- Buckey's guilty,

and you're going to
convict him.

That's my gal.

- A retrial's a loser.

It's eye candy
for the election.

- It's time to show
you're a team player, Pam.

- Laurel?

- Upstairs.

- Did someone move
the furniture?

- Judalon did.

She said I had terrible taste.

But that's not all.

Tell your father
what she said to you.

- She said that she was having
an affair with you

and that she was just gonna
take Mom's place.

- No.
- That you and Mom

are gonna get a divorce--
- Honey, that's not true.

- And that she's gonna
take care of us

because you and Mom
don't love us anymore.

- None of that's true.

None of that's true.
We love you.

- She's in the maid's room,
Jerry.

I want her out now.

[dramatic music]

*

- You lunatic.

- They're lying.
- You're out!

- Jerry, I can take better care
of you than she can--

- Shut up!
Take your stuff and leave.

- You can't do this.

I'll go to the police.

- You do that...

and I'll be the least
of your problems.

Now pack.

- [sighs]

[phone rings]

- Zoeller.

Yes?

What law firm are you with?

[snapping fingers]

And how do you spell
her first name?

Okay. Can I put you on hold
for one second?

A lawyer representing
a Judalon Smyth.

- Never heard of her.

- Lawyer says she's
Dr. Oziel's girlfriend.

He says she heard
Erik and Lyle confess.

[tense music]

*

- Sir.
- I'm Dr. Jerome Oziel.

This is my house.
- Dr. Oziel.

I'm Deputy District Attorney
Elliott Alhadeff.

We have a search warrant for
six audiotapes with information

on the murders
of José and Kitty Menendez,

including statements
taken by you.

We also want
your appointment books

and keys to any safety boxes.

Do you understand
what I just explained?

- I'd like to make it clear
in no way shape or form

did I violate confidentiality
or know anything

about this search,
as evidenced

by the state of undress
of my wife.

I just want that clear.

*

[whispers]
That bitch.

- How do you do?

I'm Lyle Menendez.

I'm developing a chain
of buffalo wings restaurants

near colleges
throughout the country,

and I'm interested
in your location.

[door slides open]

- You ready to go, buddy?

[MC Hammer's
"U Can't Touch This" playing]

*

[dramatic music]

*

- Police!
- Turn off the vehicle.

- Here, hang on to it for me.

- Keep your hands
where we can see them!

- Put them up!
Let's go! Out!

- Get out. Get out.

- Let's go!
Let's go, out of the car!

- Stay put right there.

- Lyle Menendez,
you're under arrest

for the suspicion of murder.

- [grunts]

*

- In the vehicle.
Watch your head.

[phone ringing]

- Hello?

- Aunt Marta? It's Erik.

- Where are you?

- I'm in Israel
for a tournament.

Listen, Aunt Marta, they...

They arrested Lyle.

And I have to go home
to surrender.

This lawyer Robert Shapiro
arranged it.

And I'm flying through London.

- I'll get you a flight
that stops in Miami

so Andy and I can fly
with you to LA.

We know you and Lyle
didn't do this.

- Thanks, Aunt Marta.
I have to go.

[sighs]

[ominous music]

*

- Erik.

This is Mr. Shapiro.

He arranged your surrender.

- Just do what the detectives
say, Erik.

- Erik Galen Menendez,
you're under arrest

for suspicion of murder.

*

[handcuffs click]

*

- Erik?

- Lyle? Is that you?

- Yeah.

*

.

- I can't believe Shapiro
surrendered Erik

without preconditions.
This is a pill case.

When the boy flew back
through London,

Shapiro could have forced
Reiner to extradite him

from the UK with a promise not
to seek the death penalty.

Shapiro might've
cost your client his life.

What a dummy.

- Well, it didn't occur
to me either.

Look, I may have
conflict issues

that are gonna push me
off this case.

Each kid needs
his own lawyer.

Jill Lansing can step in
for Lyle,

but would you consider
representing Erik?

I think it might be a good fit.

- What's the evidence
against them?

- Audio notes from a shrink.

Erik made admissions
during therapy sessions.

- That's privileged.

DA is never gonna get
those tapes in.

- The DA seems to think
they fall

under an exception
to the privilege.

[door opens]

[door closes]

- Hi, Erik.

I'm Leslie Abramson.

- Thank you for coming,
Ms. Abramson.

- Sure.

I skipped lunch.

But I brought trail mix.

I know you're an athlete,
so you probably eat healthy.

- Thank you.

I like trail mix.

- Good.

I read that your father's
family is from Cuba.

- Mm-hmm.

- It's an interesting
history, Cuba.

Cortés, you know,
the conquistador,

was the mayor of Santiago
in the 1500s,

before he went off
to Mexico.

- Yeah, I read about that
in my history class.

- Do you like history?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, me too.

So, um, Mr. Chaleff tells me
that you have been very upset

since your parents died.

Very upset about your mom,
especially.

- She didn't deserve it.

You know...

- Oh, it's all right, honey.

- [crying]

- I know you're scared.

- [exhales sharply]

- Whatever happened, Erik,
whatever you did or did not do,

I will not let you
get rolled over.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

I will not let them
roll over you.

Now...

you want to tell me
what happened?

*

- There you go, buddy.

[door closes]

- Hi, Lyle.
I'm Leslie Abramson.

- Nice to meet you.

- Trail mix?

So Erik and I had a good talk.

- Are you gonna take our case?

- If I feel I can believe
in it,

I will do it.

No matter what,
there's a couple of things

you need to know
to protect yourselves.

You do not talk with anyone
but your lawyer

about your case.

That includes those nice
deputies that brought you in.

They're not your friends.

Everything you tell them
goes straight to the police.

That includes other inmates.

Jail is full of informants.

Snitches, rats,
all trying to beat their cases

by making yours, okay?

- Erik said he liked you.
He trusted you.

- I liked him too.
He's a very polite kid.

Troubled.

If I take the case,
I would represent him,

but I would want to lead
the defense for both boys.

Can you tell me anything
about Erik?

His home life
with his parents?

- Jeopardy dinners.

- José used to quiz the boys
at dinner.

- The Pershing
is a nuclear missile

that the Reagan Administration
wants to put in Europe.

But the Soviets
don't want them to.

- Why not?

Why don't the Soviets want
Pershing missiles in Europe?

- Because it's too close
to Russia.

- Look at this.

Look what Erik is doing.

Don't you think this is sissy?

Don't you think it's about time
Erik grows up

and eats his whole meal?

This is what
a little faggot does.

He plays with his food.

- Come on, José.

All kids are picky.

[dramatic music]

[plate crashes]

- Go ahead, faggot,
eat your food.

*

- Two counts of murder
with special circumstances

have been filed against Lyle
and Erik Menendez.

A warrant was executed
to seize tapes

from a Beverly Hills
psychologist.

- Isn't there a doctor-patient
privilege?

- Not when there's a continuing
threat of violence to others.

- What about a motive?

- Well, it's been our
experience that $14 million

provides ample motive
for someone to kill somebody.

Thank you.

[all speaking at once]

- After a months-long campaign
of harassment

against these young men,

after violating
their Sixth Amendment rights

and finding zero evidence,

the Beverly Hills Police
and the district attorney

gave up any pretense
of legality

and invaded the privacy

of a person's relationship
with their doctor

by seizing the notes
of Erik's psychologist.

Based on this ill-gotten
hearsay evidence,

Erik and Lyle are sitting
in jail.

But it's worse than that.

Mr. Reiner, who wants to be
our attorney general,

is at war with the most basic
social contract we have,

the doctor-patient privilege.

Any one of us
who sees a doctor,

or consults a lawyer,
or confides in a priest,

a minister, a rabbi,
had better be worried.

Because Mr. Reiner
doesn't give a damn

about your privacy.

Someone has to stop him.

And we will.

[wolf howls]