[gunshots firing]
[inaudible]
[shotgun clicking]
[gunshot]
[melancholy music playing]
- 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.
[female vocalizing]
Holy shit. There's nobody here.
[crickets chirping]
[female vocalizing]
[indistinct chatter on TV]
[Lyle sobbing]
I don't know. I don't know. I came home and I found them.
My mom and my dad.
[Erik screams]
[sirens blaring]
[Lyle sobbing]
[officer] Get down on the ground! Anybody else in there?
[Erik] We're the ones who made the call.
- Anybody else in there? - No. We made the call.
All right. Let's go. Come on.
[officer] Police! We're coming in! Police!
[Les] 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.
- [officer] 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--
[officer 2] Angel!
Officer Angel will take you both to the station to make a statement.
All right?
Angel, let's go.
[Lyle sobbing]
What's going on? What happened? What happened?
- [Lyle] Somebody killed our parents! - What?!
Oh my God.
[mysterious music playing]
[mysterious music intensifies]
[whispering] You wanna go first?
- Since I went first-- - No. You're going first.
[scream from TV]
[indistinct audio from TV]
- Did we get the volume recorded on the TV? - Yeah.
[gunshots and screams from TV]
Can we turn it off?
[TV clicks off]
[camera clicking]
[button clicks]
[Erik] The first thing that I noticed was
there was smoke everywhere...
[inhales deeply]
...and, um, I just started screaming.
They looked like...
[camera shutter clicks]
They... they didn't look real.
[camera shutter clicks]
And, um, I just ran upstairs and called my tennis coach. I don't know why.
But Lyle called the police.
[officer] 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.
[tense music playing]
[Lyle inhaling, sighing heavily]
My dad didn't have very many friends in his business.
[Erik inhales deeply]
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.
[grunts]
[Erik] Wait, are they dead?
[Erik sobbing]
Oh my God. Are they dead?
[Erik groaning, shuddering]
[tense music continues]
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.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[detective] 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?
[car door opening]
[indistinct chatter over police radio]
[camera flash]
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.
[keys jangling]
[Lyle exhaling]
Thanks, Officer.
[tense music crescendoes]
[tense music ends]
[Peter] We booked the DGA Theater for the memorial service on Friday
just to highlight what a titan LIVE Entertainment had in your father.
[Lyle] 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.
[Peter] 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.
[Jose] 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.
[ominous music playing]
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?
[Peter inhales deeply]
Well, it sounds like they do have a lead.
[exhales] 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--
[both] Hotel Bel-Air.
[upbeat music playing]
[sniffing]
[smacks lips]
[inhales]
[Erik] 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. [sniffles]
Hold on a minute.
Did you just order a grilled cheese and tap water?
Yeah.
[sniffles] How many shrimp do you have? Like, an actual number.
Like, enough to make how many fucking shrimp cocktails?
[sniffs] 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.
[chuckles] 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!
[Lyle chuckling]
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" by Vanilla Ice playing]
♪ Ice, ice baby ♪
♪ All right stop, collaborate and listen ♪
♪ Ice is back With my brand new invention ♪
♪ Something grabs a hold of me tightly ♪
[Lyle] 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 ♪
[man] 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.
[Erik grunting]
Yes!
[indistinct chatter]
♪ Now that the party is jumping ♪
Go, go, go, go!
Come on! Come on!
Yeah!
[all cheering]
♪ 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 ♪
[tires screeching]
♪ Ice, ice baby, too cold ♪
[cymbal hit]
[man] 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...
[inhales] ...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.
[officer] 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.
[police siren blares]
[officer sighing]
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.
- [car engine starts] - 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.
- [exhales] 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?
[man] 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.
[Lyle's breath shuddering] 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.
[ominous music playing]
What?
[Erik] 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.
- [beeping] - [Lyle] One, two, three, four.
- [clicks] - [Lyle] Hmm. Hmm.
- [Lyle] Four... - [buzzing]
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?
[phone ringing]
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?
[Erik] No. We're grabbing dinner at Chin Chin. Be over after.
[Lyle] You said you do it all the time.
Hire people to open safes when you don't know the code.
[man] 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.
[man] Okay. Let's call him and get his permission
to hire someone who'll open it.
What?
[Lyle] 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. - [man] 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.
[crickets chirping]
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?
[Lyle] Cheesecake Factory. I'm meeting Jamie.
[car door closes]
[woman] Sure you're going to be comfortable in here?
I'm good. Good night, Mrs. Wright.
[light switch clicks]
[drill buzzing]
[car clicks, engine shuts off]
[car door opens, closes]
[exhales]
- Safe's in the garage, you said? - [man] Uh, yeah.
[grinding]
- [Erik] Thanks for coming, Carlos. - I'm sorry, bud.
[uncle] Mm-hmm. [sniffs]
I am so sorry. Oh.
I've missed my guys.
I love you.
[grinding]
[knuckles crack]
[inhales deeply]
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--
[Lyle] 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.
[creaking]
[tense music playing]
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.
[tense music ends]
[vacuum humming]
- Hey, Flor! - Lyle!
- Jamie left an Izod sweater-- - I find this!
[Lyle] Erik!
- What? - [Lyle] Look what Flor found.
- [Erik] What is it? - In a closet.
[racquet thuds]
[indistinct whisper]
We get everything.
They gave us everything.
[laughing]
[female vocalizing]
[Carlos] "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."
[light applause]
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.
[Lyle] "I urge you to go through life and enjoy the fruits of your work."
- [camera shutter clicks] - That's nice, Erik.
[Lyle] "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.
[camera shutter clicking]
Mm. That's it, Erik.
[camera flashes]
[photographer] Just like that. Yeah.
Okay.
- Yeah? - Deal.
- You're definitely your father's son. - [laughs]
"I believe both you and Erik can make a difference."
"I believe that you will."
[crickets chirping]
[knocking on door]
[Lyle] Hey.
[inhales deeply] 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. [inhales]
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.
[Erik sighs deeply]
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.
[chuckles]
Hey, I'm kidding. I'm kidding. Ha.
I love you.
I will always protect you.
I know.
I love you too.
[whispering] 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.
[sighs] 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.
[stones rattling]
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...
[sobbing]
[panting] 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... [clears throat] ...stay in the guest house
for a couple of nights, okay?
Okay. [sniffs]
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.
[Dr. Oziel sighing]
[siren blaring in distance]
You know, boys, I say we just pin the whole thing
on Fidel Castro
and call it a day. Huh?
[Les] 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.
[gunshots]
Theory two. They were killed by a cartel
because Jose was secretly running drugs from South America.
[guns cocking and shooting]
[Linehan] 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.
[gunshots]
[Linehan] 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.
- [knock on door] - Yeah?
Hey, Les? A call just came in for you.
Apparently, he's a close friend of Erik Menendez.
Fuck me.
[chuckles]
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?
[Dr. Oziel] 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.
[Les] Erik confessed to you, after the murders, about killing his parents.
[man] 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."
[chuckling] 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?
[Les] 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.
[indistinct chatter]
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?
[chuckling]
Dude. She's super hot.
[both chuckling]
You should come to our new place in the marina. It's really nice.
There's these private tennis courts.
[Craig] You've been playing so much, you're going to kill me.
[Erik] Well, you taught me that--
[group] Happy birthday to you...
[Erik] You taught me how to play tennis.
Happy birthday to you...
- I can't hear 'em. Can you hear 'em? - Mm-mm.
Fuck!
[woman] Whoo!
- Well, sounds like you're doing good. - [Erik] 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?
[chuckles]
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...
[softly] 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.
[ominous music playing]
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.
[Craig] 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.
- [Craig] 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.
[sighs]
- 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.
[Erik] Thanks.
[car door closes]
Well, sorry, guys.
- I guess that didn't help much, huh? - God fucking damn it!
[Dr. Oziel] 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?
[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-- - [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. - [Lyle] Thanks, Doc.
Okay, sure.
[exhaling heavily]
[tires screeching]
[Judalon] 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.
[Dr. Oziel] Judalon.
Don't be stupid, Judalon.
[Judalon] Fuck you, Jer!
[Dr. Oziel] 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.
[exhales]
- [man] Detective Zoeller? - Yeah?
I have information about the Menendez case I think you'll wanna hear.
[ominous music playing]
[ominous music ends]