State your name for the record.
Judalon Smyth.
J-U-D-A-L-O-N Smyth. S-M-Y-T-H.
I own a tape duplicating company,
and I also sell and specialize in crystals and stones,
and I publish a newsletter for doll collectors.
I have two cats, Shanti Oz and Ishi Kitty.
How did you first meet L. Jerome Oziel?
I was duplicating some tapes of seminars about relationships,
and I wanted to go to one.
And at the end, it said to contact the Phobia Institute of Beverly Hills,
and Dr. Oziel answered.
He said I didn't need a seminar, I needed one-on-one therapy.
And your relationship became sexual, did it not?
Well, our relationship became rape, brainwashing, hypnotism...
- Objection. - Sustained.
...physical abuse, mental abuse, kidnapping.
- Objection. - Sustained. Ms. Smyth.
Okay. Wow, I'm talking!
I'm sorry, can you repeat the question?
He put me on Xanax and Prozac.
He made me take an AIDS test before we had sex.
It was always in seven months, that's when the divorce would happen.
And then seven months later, he'd say he was getting a divorce in seven months.
Can I just ask, is it Men-endez or Menendez?
Jerry's license was suspended the entire time.
- He shouldn't have been seeing anybody. - Objection.
He had his patients pay him in chores like they were his servants.
- Your Honor, objection. - Just like I was a sex servant.
Objection.
I don't know what you are objecting to.
Was it getting drugs rammed down your throat?
Because I objected to that too.
Sustained, Ms. Smyth.
Sorry, I'm just trying to answer the question.
- She's a fucking star. - I know.
She's gonna win this trial for us.
Ms. Smyth, do you know what this is?
Yes, uh...
This is an IOU for 500 sex acts I had to perform on him.
And you signed that, yes?
Yes, I did, and my cats are the witnesses.
It's their cute little paws.
There.
When did you begin recording Dr. Oziel?
Well, at first, it was just my answering machine doing it.
I mean, it would just record people. It was like it had this will of its own.
Hello? Are you still there?
Oh my God.
I think it's recording us.
But then, because I had all that equipment for my business,
yes, I did start recording him.
I'm a... Oh yeah. Uh-huh.
I'm gonna increase your dose of Prozac 'cause I'm a hunk o' hunk of burning love.
That's him doing Elvis.
And sometimes when we kiss, the honesty is too much.
And it makes me want to do you on the kitchen floor.
That's a love poem.
This is what he considers a love poem.
Mm.
I like that.
I like that a lot, Dr. Daddy.
I did a baby voice with him a lot.
Ms. Smyth, can you take us back to that Halloween?
The one where L. Jerome Oziel alleges Erik confesses to him?
Well, he knew I wanted to break up with him,
so he used Lyle and Erik to suck me back in.
Judalon! I'm... I'm serious.
He's on his way over, and I'm scared. And I need your help.
What?
I brought a loaded gun. I borrowed it from my neighbor.
And Ms. Smyth, could you hear what they were saying inside the office?
No, just Erik crying and Lyle shouting.
So you didn't hear them threaten L. Jerome Oziel?
No. The only thing I heard Lyle say was...
Oh, Hawaii, huh?
Well, you will have a great time wherever you go.
I mean, you couldn't go wrong.
Good luck, Dr. Oziel.
"Good luck, Dr. Oziel."
Correct. And Jerry was not scared after they left.
There's $14 million at stake.
Judalon!
I mean, and I just want to help them invest it.
And yes, AutoMax is my company, but it's also a great investment.
And then it got dark.
Stop it!
No!
That's it.
Swallow. Swallow.
But, other than that, everything is stabilized?
Yes.
She has tried to do this before.
But I'm her doctor.
I can take it from here.
No.
Now, if you ever leave me, I will have you committed.
He kept telling me that Erik was coming after me.
And I kept having nightmares.
And he kept mentioning how Kitty's eye was dangling from the socket
when they found her, over and over again.
He said my mom was a witch who was going to poison me.
He used the word "thorns" to hypnotize me.
So whenever he'd say "thorns," my mind would just go blank.
He raped me.
Two times he raped me.
Has L. Jerome Oziel ever been accused of assaulting other patients?
Uh... Objection. Relevance.
It's extremely relevant, I'd say, of having sex with them,
of giving them drugs without prescriptions.
- Objection. - Sustained.
Of having them also call him "Dr. Daddy."
I said, sustained.
- Strike that from the record. - Withdrawn.
When you went to the police, is it true you went there for safety?
For protection against this man who had raped you, who you feared would kill you?
- Yes. - Where are you going, counsel?
- And what did they do about it? - Absolutely nothing.
Ms. Smyth, are you in love with Dr. Oziel?
God, no.
So you're not just saying all this
'cause he wouldn't divorce his wife and have kids with you?
I did not want kids that looked like him.
Thank you, Ms. Smyth. No further questions.
Let's break here for lunch. Back at 1:30.
Jurors, I remind you not to deliberate or discuss the case.
Did you feel that?
No. Feel what?
Fourteen million, bro. I mean, I always thought it was gonna be more like 30.
I think that it probably is more like 30, that we'll get from the estate,
but let's just say it's fucking 14.
- You got legal fees, though. - Okay, so 13.
I feel I've been thinking ahead this whole time
'cause I knew this was gonna go our way,
so I got the dream all figured out for myself. Mr. Buffalo's, the book.
And there's gonna be a movie?
You know that, right?
Erik, they're gonna make a fucking movie about us.
E!
- Who's gonna play us? - I don't know, Lyle.
You and I need to figure out a way that we're in charge of decisions like that.
Okay, yeah.
I'm just saying, start thinking about your dream, man.
What you want to do when this is all over because we're almost there.
We fucking did it. We fucking did it!
And all those fuckheads who say that we're, what...
We're serial killers like Jeffrey Dahmer?
Dahmer's cousins.
They can eat shit.
Brian Bosworth, he'd be a great fucking Lyle.
I was thinking maybe Rob Lowe could play you.
He's sexy.
Um, we should make him audition.
What was that?
- What the fuck. - Did you hear that?
Open the gate! Open the gate!
Let me out!
Get out!
- Come on! - Go!
Lyle! Lyle!
Stop...
Hello. I need to speak to somebody at the LA County Men's Jail.
Leslie, I smell gas. We need to get out of here.
Okay, I just need to know if the building is there.
We need to go.
I need to know if the building is standing.
- Get off the phone. We need to go! - Can you tell me if it's standing?
Shit.
- Leslie, I just talked to Lyle. - Oh, thank God. You got through?
Yes, he's fine. They're both fine. Tossed around, but they're doing okay.
They don't stop.
How is it by you? You're in Westwood?
Cheviot Hills, but the house is a new construction,
and I thought it was gonna collapse.
I got hold of Weisberg,
he said there's no way it'll be safe to continue here.
He's open to other options, said we can likely use the courtroom that's downtown.
Well, at least it's an easier commute for Erik and Lyle.
Malkovich, dude. John fucking Malkovich.
That is who played me on Saturday Night Live.
Norma saw it, said it was fucking awesome. We are fucking famous.
And it's not just the trial, it's us.
Our ratings are through the fucking roof. They're off the charts, Erik.
You know it's okay to cry when you get up on the stand, right?
Yeah.
I mean...
Here I am telling you, you're the actor and the screenwriter.
Not that you're acting...
No. I know what you mean.
I just mean with, like, the lemon, the cinnamon.
It's okay to, like, get emotional or whatever.
Lyle, I've got this.
You'll bring us home today.
Please state your name.
Erik Galen Menendez. M-E-N-E-N-D-E-Z.
Mr. Menendez, you're aware of the idiosyncrasies with that microphone?
What?
If you're too close, it pops. If you're too far away, we can't hear you.
Yes, that's... that's right.
Okay. So if you could just put yourself at a middle distance.
Okay.
I think you need to come in.
- Okay. That's too close, Erik. - Okay.
- Just... - Okay.
Okay. Just right there.
Good.
Come on, Erik. Let's go.
I just... I felt like I wasn't important.
You're popping the mic.
I figured he'd punish me in some way...
...because when--
Erik, you need to sit back. You're popping the mic.
She was recording my calls...
- ...and she tapped my phone because-- - Back up from the mic.
She tapped...
She tapped my phone.
Well, she would put a... she used to put...
- The microphone's too low. That's why. - Okay.
Deputy Wolf, can we find a position for that mic?
Can you just sit back in the chair?
Sit back.
Just try to keep it there.
Okay?
Okay. Go on.
There was Tupperware in the closet.
He's fucking this up. He looks like a fucking psycho.
In the middle between what and what?
In between my bedroom and my parents' bedroom.
Sit back from the mic.
Just back up from the mic. Just like that. Just back up.
You need to sit back 'cause you're popping the mic.
So just put your back against the back of the chair.
Leave it there. Okay?
And you were 11?
I was 11.
The reason you're having trouble is you're not facing it.
You need to face the mic.
Okay. I know. I... I need to use the restroom.
I need a break.
Okay. We'll take a recess.
What do you believe was the originating cause
of you and your brother ultimately shooting your parents?
Um...
Me telling...
You telling what?
Uh...
Me telling Lyle that, uh...
Is you telling Lyle what?
My dad...
My...
My... My, uh...
Okay. It was you telling Lyle what?
My dad...
My--
- Can you answer the question? - Yes.
My dad... My dad had been molesting me.
And did you want something from your brother?
Is that why you told him?
I just wanted it to stop.
Were there different kinds of molestation, Erik?
- And-- - Yes. Yes.
And would you tell us, what were the names you gave?
Uh... Knees.
Knees?
- That was one kind? - Yes.
Okay. What was another type?
Um... Nice sex.
Into the mic.
Nice sex.
What was another kind?
Um...
Okay. What was another type?
Um...
Rough sex.
Mr. Menendez,
after you and your brother shot your parents,
you did a lot of lying.
Objection. Argumentative.
Overruled.
You lied. You lied to, uh, reporters.
You lied to family members.
You lied to detectives.
But now, you're telling the truth.
Is that a question?
- Are you telling the truth now? - Yes.
- About everything. - Yes.
- You're not lying? - No.
- About anything. - No.
Great. And did you truly go to the Santa Monica Big 5
on, uh, the morning of August 18th to buy handguns?
Yes, yes. Without a doubt, I did.
And, uh, you and Lyle looked in the case,
and then you were told you couldn't leave the store with the handguns
because there was a 15-day wait. Is that right?
Yes.
Now, Mr. Menendez, did you know that Big 5 stopped carrying handguns in 1986?
No, I do not know that.
Oh. Okay.
- Mrs. Bozanich, there were guns there. - Uh-huh.
And we did look at them.
And the guy said that we could not leave the store with them. So, I... I...
Now, this all happened in 1989?
Yeah. Yes.
Uh-huh. Now, um, Mr. Menendez,
you have lied in the past, but you're not lying now?
No.
Okay.
No further questions.
Why'd you say that?
Hmm?
Why'd you say we tried to buy a gun at Big 5?
Lyle, I told you because that's what I remembered.
I was telling the truth.
No, we tried to buy fucking handguns at a gun store on Sepulveda in West LA.
The Big 5 in Santa Monica sold BB guns right next to the fucking fishing rods.
That's why we had to drive down to San Diego, you fuck.
Okay, well, I'm so sorry, Lyle.
I wasn't looking at a fucking map. I didn't have a Thomas Guide in my lap.
I went there and gave the performance of a fucking lifetime.
You go and they catch you in a lie.
I wasn't lying.
How can you say that?
I was up there for hours.
You looked like a psycho. You looked like you wanted to fucking kill somebody.
Yeah, because of that microphone.
It's an inanimate object. Why are you fucking with it?
Leaning in and leaning out. Just sit still.
Sit in one fucking spot. Answer the questions like we practiced.
I will not let you blame me for this.
This is not my fault. You did this.
You made me do this. This whole thing. It was your idea.
You didn't just say that.
I did this?
Me?
You're the one that's obsessed with Billionaire Boys Club.
You're the one who wrote a screenplay about murdering your parents.
Which, I'm sorry, at the risk of repeating myself,
what in the fuck kind of lame-ass title is Friends?
Who's gonna watch something called Friends, Erik?
How fucking dare you, you piece of shit!
I could've gone up on that witness stand and I could've said this all happened
because Mom and Dad were recording your phone calls
and found you saying a bunch of gay shit.
They found out you and Craig Signorelli
were gobbling each other's dongs
and a bunch of other fucking unholy shit.
Could've said you came to me and you fucking begged me
to help you do something about it.
- I'm not gay, Lyle. - Yeah, well, you fucked us.
You made this happen.
This is your fault.
Really?
Says the guy who blew our dad's head off and shot our mom in the face.
Erik, let's not forget what they did to us, okay?
They got exactly what they deserved.
The delivery went great. Easy.
And he's healthy?
Your son is perfect.
Healthy. Seven pounds, five ounces.
Would you like to hold him?
Hi.
Kirk Cameron's a good actor.
He's just not sexy. You know?
Like, Lyle Menendez has sex appeal.
Check this out.
You know who this is?
- Timber Dawn. - That's my girlfriend.
What? Fuck you.
- No fucking way. - Swear to God. I'll show you the letters.
I'm getting tired of these aftershocks.
Gonna be over soon. They're getting further and further apart.
- Yeah. - All right, you ready?
Hey, sweetheart.
Congratulations.
How's the new baby?
He's beautiful.
But today is about you.
Let's go get you out of here, okay?
The burden of proof in this case is on the prosecution.
Beyond a reasonable doubt.
Now, you're going to be instructed on imperfect self-defense,
which means that when somebody has an honest and in-good-faith belief
that they are in danger and they defend themselves,
they cannot be convicted of more than manslaughter.
Now, the prosecution is gonna say that this was about money.
But you heard from Marta Cano that the boys knew they were out of the will.
And they knew they weren't getting that $5 million life insurance policy
because Jose wouldn't take the physical.
So if they had waited two weeks, they would have gotten that $5 million.
So why not just wait if it was all about the money?
The prosecution is gonna point to the fact that they bought shotguns.
Does that mean they were planning to shoot their parents?
Let me ask you this.
If you live in a neighborhood and there's been a lot of burglaries
and you buy a gun, are you planning to kill?
No. You're defending yourself.
If they were planning to kill,
why wouldn't they just wait two weeks for handguns?
Why buy two great booming shotguns?
The prosecution is hoping that you're going to forget about Cousin Andy,
who Erik told when he was 12, how his father massaged his penis
and how it hurt.
And he had to ask him if that was normal.
Or how about Cousin Al,
who said that Jose made Erik and Lyle shower together.
How he beat them black and blue.
How when the abuse started at the age of six,
Erik went from being a totally happy kid to completely withdrawn.
Or Cousin Diane,
who said that Erik and Lyle would have to fight for the privilege
of not having to sleep with their mother.
Or Coach Wadlington, who testified, and I quote,
"Jose Menendez was the worst parent
and the harshest person he had ever met."
"Erik and Lyle, they win us glory and bring us fame,
and they'll be our perfect little lab rats."
Pins and tacks like this into his thigh
and scraped along his penis.
It's ironic that Jose and Kitty should die under the trophy case
because that's all those boys were to them. Trophies.
They did not talk in this family.
Perverted sexual experiments and serious abusers
are very possessive of their experiments.
Well, the problem is that children that have been abused the way these two were,
they don't always turn out to be such perfect little products.
We don't respect children very much in this country.
We think they lie. We think they make things up. We think they fantasize.
Well, no wonder children who were abused have a hard time trusting adults.
If my clients' names were Lila and Erika Menendez,
would it make any difference to you?
Because if it would, it shouldn't.
Boys are not supposed to be the victims, but sometimes they are.
And you must not... you must not blame the victim.
I realize I've given you a long closing argument.
And that is because the minute I am finished, Erik is out of my hands.
And I don't want to let him go.
Just like Jill doesn't want to let go of Lyle.
You know, people have asked me...
what I want out of all of this.
And...
my answer is not necessarily a legal one.
I want to see Erik walking down the street.
No handcuffs.
No shackles.
Just walking.
Free from all of this.
Whatever happens now
depends on you.
You've been a remarkable jury.
And I thank you.
Fucking got this, dude.
Done.
The, uh, Cuban chick and the Black chick, they're, like, looking at each other?
There's no way they say "guilty."
Yeah, I mean...
I don't know.
Could be a mistrial. We'd have to do the whole thing again.
Erik, it's too expensive.
This trial cost, what, millions of taxpayer dollars?
And for what? To try to convict two people who, like, America loves?
Fuck off.
People aren't gonna let them come for us again. People will flip the fuck out.
I don't know.
Just kind of feels like...
Like what?
Like something shifted.
The whole city's on edge.
First the riots, then the earthquake, now waiting on this verdict.
Uh-oh. Oh!
You know who's terrified of the earthquakes?
Erik Menendez.
In fact, he's on suicide watch.
Told you! I can't do that.
Completely losing it, evidently.
He just writes all night long some kind of, uh, science fiction novel.
"And once again, he had escaped safely through the warlock's portal
and back to the 17th dimension."
He's painting, too.
And guess what?
He's good.
A little handier with a shotgun than most artists I know.
Oh, and here's the best part.
Erik's got a girlfriend.
"I'm not sure how it would work."
"I'm not sure how these feelings have taken me over in the way that they have."
"But I do know that they are genuine."
"I feel like I've known you forever, Erik."
"And that I'm going to know you for the rest of my life. All my love."
Tammy.
Who are these women who wanna date these psychopaths?
What does she get out of it?
Well, this one's not getting conjugal visits, if that's what you mean.
Which, I imagine, suits Erik just fine.
Oh!
Do you feel that?
Jesus Christ, they just don't stop.
Tim! Tim!
What? It's okay. It's okay.
We're okay.
Just breathe.
Everything's fine.
Ugh.
My nerves are just shot.
I'm so raw.
I mean, that wasn't even a big one. Was it?
It was not.
I forgot how helpless they are.
They just can't relax. It's like...
You never know what's coming.
Yeah, I know.
But the thing that's coming that you're worried about...
isn't another earthquake.
I do think Lyle was a genius on the witness stand.
Maybe an evil genius.
But I can't say the same about Erik.
I watched that jury,
and I don't think he connected with them.
And how about that Judalon?
Hey, Mr. Dunne? Mr. Dunne.
Hi. Hi.
Judalon Smyth.
Hi.
So, look. Demi got her cover.
And Michelle Pfeiffer got hers. And look, I get it. They're stars.
Wait. Eh...
You mean the cover of Vanity Fair?
Well, I guess what I'm wondering is, do you have Graydon Carter's direct line?
Because no matter how many times I call, I get the same bitch at the front desk.
If you had to guess.
First degree voluntary manslaughter...
Do they just get off entirely?
I honestly do not know.
But this I do know...
If that jury lets them go free,
those two dead souls will walk the earth...
and haunt them.
Karma's gonna come for them.
All rise.
Thank you.
After much deliberation,
this jury unfortunately remains deadlocked and unable to reach a verdict.
This is what we call a hung jury.
So I'm afraid I'm going to declare a mistrial.
Please, everybody, just hang on, please.
Hang on, please. Come on, folks.
- This is a good thing, though. Right? - Order, please.
This is a good thing?
So if we're not guilty, then... what?
- Let's talk about it later. - Yeah, but how does this happen?
Blame the men.
Order, please.
As you know,
we are going to have to do this all over again.
And you ladies, my heroes...
...you are the ones that came around to believe Erik was either not guilty
or guilty of manslaughter.
So I want to pick your brains a little.
What was it? What did we miss?
What did those men hear that just made it so they would not budge?
And what do you think they needed to hear?
Well, I felt, towards the end, like Erik and Lyle were my sons.
And I just think, you know, that, um, maternal instinct,
maybe men just don't have it.
I just don't think you would kill your parents like that
unless something bad happened.
I mean, I don't think this. I think they think it.
I think they think that sexual abuse doesn't happen to boys.
Okay. What else?
Were we... I'm sorry.
You said we... Could we call him?
Hi, Erik. It's your gals.
Hi, Erik.
We just wanted to say...
My name is Tina, by the way. It's so nice to meet you officially,
even though I feel like I know you.
But I just wanted to say that we're all really, really sorry.
And we don't feel like justice was served here.
Yeah, that's right.
Erik, did you hear that?
Leslie, can I just talk to you, please?
Sure.
One sec.
Hi. How you doing?
You sound so down.
Yeah.
I... I am.
Well, keep your spirits up, okay?
We are gonna win this. I promise you.
No, you can't promise that.
Oh, Erik.
Something's... different.
You know?
Like in the media, they've all turned against us. You know?
I'm getting all this hate mail now.
That never used to happen.
So...
I don't know.
Just feels like... something's different.
I don't know what it is, but, uh...
...just kinda seems like it's... it's all over.
No. I'm not gonna let you get down like that, okay?
I'm not. We're gonna win this.
No, it's okay. I'll talk to you later.
Thank you. Get home safe, everybody.
- Thank you. Bye. - Bye.
Actually, Ms. Abramson,
um...
if you really do want to know what the issue was, or one of the issues...
I think the other ladies didn't wanna say.
Well, please, tell me.
Uh, well, the big thing with the men...
um, I mean, they really didn't like Erik or Lyle, that's true.
But you were the thing.
I... I mean, for what it's worth,
they didn't like you.
Oh.
Well... Thank you for telling me that. It's fine.
Oh, of course.
Um...
thank you again.
We just have some bad news.
A lot... of it.
Okay.
I don't know another way to put it. Um...
The easiest place to start is there's no money.
I'm not really worried about money.
You should be because there's none of it.
And unless Leslie and I start working pro bono--
There is money.
- Trust me. There is not. - There's gonna be money.
So let's just get through this,
and what I'd like you to do is keep a log of your hours,
and then we will pay you.
I will pay you.
Listen, there's gonna be a book.
I'm writing a book.
And my friend Norma is helping me,
although she's really more of kinda like a secretary type position.
But she is just completely obsessed with me.
She's definitely in love with me.
It's really quite special.
Uh... And, yeah, she's helping me write it.
She's writing the book, Lyle.
We're both working on it, but yeah, it is my book.
No, I mean, the book's coming out.
Because you let her record you.
So, now she's releasing the recordings.
That's the book.
No, it isn't.
Lyle, you told her everything.
"I told you I can move a jury because I've been practicing crying."
"And I'm getting so good at crying."
"We need to come up with a story about Oziel
and why we didn't tell him about the sex stuff."
"Or we could say he's blackmailing us."
"I obviously overreacted that night."
"Referring to the night of the murders."
Then she says, "Lyle told me about all the types of child abuse
he planned to use in the trial."
That is a fucking lie! That is a fucking lie, Jill!
I never fucking said that.
She recorded you!
- Do you know what this means? - No.
It means you can be cross-examined
about everything that you said if you testify.
Okay.
- So-- - So you can't testify.
Not in the second trial.
Lyle, this guts our defense.
So, you are going to have to rely on Erik.
What?
No. No. No.
Lyle, um...
I no longer feel like I can defend you.
And I want to help you find a good public defender.
But I will not be working on your second trial.
I am sorry.
Fuck.
According to the latest reports, they are broke.
You know, so I said to myself...
I said, "Would people really... Would people really donate money
to the Menendez brothers?
Donate to the Menendez brothers' case?
♪ the Menendez brothers.
"**** the Menendez brothers?" What kind of talk is that?
So, it's all on you now.
But, you know, in a way, I think that makes our lives simpler.
You've always been more sympathetic.
Well, that's not true.
Yes, it is. You're a much better witness than Lyle.
Well, we can't argue self-defense now, so...
No.
The, uh, judge...
...doesn't want another hung jury.
So, imperfect self-defense is off the table.
Well, that was the truth.
- That's what it was. - Okay.
That was our whole defense.
We'll argue something else.
I mean, I know you don't like hearing this, but, Erik, there is no evidence
that you were the one to kill your mom or your dad.
You may have shot at them, but it was Lyle that killed him.
He administered the fatal blow to the back of your dad's head.
And I'm just saying, he went outside to reload while your mother was still alive.
Do you know how much people hate you?
No, do you know, though?
Like, you didn't do a good job.
You put me in glasses that I don't need.
You put us in pastels.
It didn't work.
- Erik-- - None of it worked.
And now everybody fucking hates us. My life is over.
- No, it isn't. It is-- - Shut the fuck up!
Just shut your fucking mouth!
You don't fucking know.
Okay? I know.
How... how are you gonna help me?
How are you gonna fix this?
You can't.
Get up. Cleaning the whole cell block today.
Why?
We got a VIP coming in.
OJ Simpson is in that Ford Bronco with Al Cowlings.
OJ, according to CHP, has a gun to his head,
and is saying that he wants to be driven to his mother's.
Again, we're on the 405 northbound,
and, uh, just past Manchester.
I think he's probably in La Tijera right now.
Uh, Highway Patrol and the LAPD,
and at least a dozen police cars
are Code 3, lights and sirens pursuing,
or... or I should say following OJ Simpson
as he continues to travel of what we would assume to be
towards his Brentwood home.
Can we call you Juice?
You are the guards.
Call me whatever you want.
Juice is fine with me.
Make yourself at home, okay.
We'll let you get situated, Juice.
Yeah, you guys got anything to eat?
- We'll get you something. - Thanks, man.
My man.
Uh... hey, hey.
OJ?
- OJ? - Yeah, who is that?
I'm... I'm Erik. Erik Menendez.
No shit?
Yeah.
- Like, one of the brothers? - Mm-hmm.
Your other brother in there with you?
No, he's, um... He's in a different wing.
Shit, man. Y'all been in here for a while.
Yeah, like three years.
Um, you know, we're about to have a whole other trial.
I tell you what, I'm not going to be in here long.
Because I didn't fucking do it.
You know? Nicole hit me.
Do you hear what they're saying out there about me?
Yeah.
Yeah, I... I did.
I heard that, uh... Well, is this right?
That, um, Robert Shapiro is your lawyer?
Yeah.
I mean, I'm getting a bunch. You know what I'm saying.
Yeah. But, uh, I just wanted to tell you that, um...
Well, he was our lawyer, too.
And, actually, he, uh...
Well, you should just watch out for him
because he kind of fucked us.
Like, I could've stayed in London.
And I wouldn't be up for the death penalty, probably.
But he was the one that told me to come home, so...
Thanks for the advice.
Did you see all those people lined up on the 405?
Like, that was crazy.
Yeah. Folks love OJ.
I guess it's hard not to think
that people are gonna stop paying attention to us,
and just kind of pay attention to you.
- Could I tell you one more thing? - Yeah. Sure.
You should consider a plea bargain.