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I need an ambulance. Hurry.
My mom... she's fucking dying, okay?
Just get over here.
Please! Let me out!
I need to see her!
I need to see her.
Fuck! I need to wash my hands!
I need to wash my fucking hands!
Please.
- My mom! My mom! - Back away from the door.
Is my mom... How's my mom?
As soon as we hear anything, I'm gonna let you know.
Okay? Okay.
Now have a seat.
All right, just let me... Okay? Have a seat.
I'm gonna remove those handcuffs.
You think you can handle that?
My name's Detective Russell.
I'm the lead investigator.
I need for you to help me understand what happened.
Talk to me.
I don't know.
I don't know what happened.
- When I got there, she was, she was... - No. No.
From the beginning of your day.
Take me through it. Everything,
before you went over there.
- Eric... - Huh?
Start of your day.
Uh...
I, uh... I, uh, I... I woke up...
It's 6:32 in the a.m.
- here in the City of Angels... - ... really, really early.
73 degrees, Thursday, the tenth day of March,
Cloud cover over the entire L.A. basin.
The smog report says if you're gonna be outside today, baby,
do not breathe the air.
? Nobody gonna take my car ?
? I'm gonna race it to the ground ?
? Nobody gonna beat my car ?
? It's gonna break the speed of sound... ?
Steely Dan, right?
Fusion bullshit, sells like crazy.
You gotta be 18.
I will be, soon.
Okay? And I'm... I'm... I'm, I'm a really hard worker.
I need a job.
Fill out an application.
Bring it back on your birthday.
Thanks a lot.
? Get back one ?
? The Jean Genie ?
? Lives on his back ?
? The Jean Genie ?
? Loves chimney stacks ?
? He's outrageous ?
? He screams and he bawls ?
? The Jean Genie ?
? Let yourself go, oh... ?
Yeah, rock on! Could I have your autograph?
... was "Come On Eileen"
by Dexy's Midnight Runners.
Killer track.
I could listen to that all day.
That's how I got fired from my last job.
Shit, man.
My rear... my...
my rear shocks, uh, broke. So I went back
to my apartment to change
and, um, get some tools. D... No. No.
No, I went back to my...
- to my parents' house. - You sure?
Uh, yeah. Yeah, yeah. No, my mom,
my mom keeps a, uh, a jack in the garage.
Mom, it's me.
I just need to get into the garage.
I need to fix my car.
Mom, you there?
Mom?
Ow!
Oh, my God, Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!
Shit. Mom?
Mom, say something.
Oh, shit, okay. No, Mom, oh...
I... I got to, I got to, I got to, uh...
I got to take these knives out of you, okay?
I'm sorry.
Oh, okay.
That's... that's, that's one. I got, I got to
I got to take one more out, okay?
It's gonna help you breathe, okay?
Okay, Mom, you got to breathe!
Mom, you got to breathe! You got to breathe, Mom!
What the fuck is it?
What the fuck?
Oh, shit, Mom!
Yes, uh, help me, please.
I need an ambulance, uh, right now.
No, do not put me on hold!
She's fucking dying, okay? Just get over here!
Dad! Dad, yeah, uh, something... something's happen,
something's happen, something's happened to Mom.
Um, I need, I need you, I need you, I need you to come home.
Is somebody here?!
What the fuck?
What kind of monster would do that?
Smash her head in for what, like, 150 bucks?
How do you know?
Know what?
How much money she had?
Grocery money, my, every,
every Wednesday my dad gives her 150 bucks cash.
You searched the entire house?
Who would do that to her?
But you didn't go into your bedroom?
- No, I was about to. - Mm-hmm.
You think your mom went in there?
Why? When? When? Today.
You think your mom went into your bedroom today?
She doesn't go in there.
Besides, I said the door was closed.
Why?
What, did you find something?
Stay with me.
After the empty wallet... then what?
Where are you?!
No! Okay... just...
Please, please!
Just hurry, please!
Fuck!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Stop! Please!
Where were you?!
All right, hurry, hurry, come on!
Come on, hurry! Come on!
She's over here! You got to help her, come on!
Come on, come on.
Come on, come on, come on, come on! Guys...
What the fuck are you doing? You got to help her!
- You want us to save your mom? - Yes, I do!
Then back the fuck up and let us save your mom.
She needs fucking air, asshole!
Get the fuck off of me!
What the fuck?!
Help me!
You need to calm down!
Watch your head.
Let me out!
Oh, shit.
Mom? Mom!
Mom! Mom!
Where are they taking her?
Hey! What the fuck?!
I need to go with her!
Go with her! Fuck!
- Can I help you, sir? - Yes, I'm Henry Fisher.
- This is my house. - Dad!
Dad! Dad!
- Why is my son in the patrol car? - If you'd like to see him,
- I can take you to him. - Dad, let me out!
Let me out, get me out.
- Eric, what... ? - They weren't fucking helping her!
Listen, Eric, I... I've got to go to the hospital.
Okay, I'll go, I'll go. I'll go with you. I'll go with you.
No, you can't. You have to stay here.
- Just, just, um, just answer their questions. - No.
- No, no, no, no, no, no. Dad... - You need to stay here.
Eric!
You're their only witness.
But I need, I need to see her, I need to see her.
- I got to go, okay? - No, don't go, don't go.
- I'll find you later. - Don't, don't, no, no, no, no!
Don't go!
Don't go! Don't go!
Don't, don't!
Dad, don't fucking leave me!
Dad!
I swear to God, whoever did this, they're fucking dead.
They're fucking dead. She better fucking live.
She better live, she better...
fucking live... it's fucking homicide!
It's a homicide, homicide, homicide...
Have you ever been in trouble with the cops before?
My hands! I need, I just, I need to wash...
I need to wash my hands.
You ever been here before,
in this police station?
No.
You sure about that?
I stole some money, okay?
That's... that's as, that's as far as my crime life...
goes.
Who'd you steal from?
My parents, okay?
It's why they made the house, you know, uh,
crime-proof.
Hey.
When was the last time you used drugs?
What day is it?
Thursday.
It...
It's Thursday.
Uh...
Tuesday.
Uh... Tuesday, I took a couple of hits off... off a joint. I did.
And since then, no speed, no smack, PCP... ?
No, I told you, I told you, okay?
I told you I went to rehab and I fixed that.
But...
I've listened to everything you've said to me.
And I'm gonna be completely honest with you, Eric.
You're full of shit.
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Hey! Hey, Officer?
Says he saw her through the living room window.
Didn't have a key, so he pulled it and climbed in.
Hmm.
- You cleared the house? - Yeah.
After the paramedics, he went after us hard.
We had to restrain him.
Partner says he's been mumbling about
some group of strung-out hippies.
What, like some kind of Manson thing?
The kid's dusted, maybe coked up.
Walk me through the scene.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Wait, let me out!
Let me out, I'm... I'm calm now.
I'm calm now!
I'm calm!
I'm very fucking calm now!
Show me where you walked, and anything you touched.
Body was here... feet and head.
Kid said he pulled the knives out himself
to help her breathe.
You didn't step in any blood?
No.
Nothing broken?
Nothing tossed, no signs of ransacking?
Just the purse?
That's right.
We got this over here.
- Locked when you cleared the house? - Yes, sir.
Hmm.
Somebody really likes peacocks.
Put some light on that?
Hmm.
Only forced entry.
Everything else, untouched.
Just the open front door. Other doors are locked.
And one set of footprints.
His.
The neighbor said the mom and the kid
fought like cats and dogs.
I told her you'd need a full statement.
So, what's it look like at the hospital, partner?
Doc says she's not gonna make it.
- Dying declaration? - Possibly.
If she regains consciousness.
Blunt force trauma.
Probable C.O.D.
This is a self-solver... screwed-up kid, drugs.
Her car keys are in his bedroom.
Knock-down drag-outs, she said,
until she kicked him out.
Murder weapon?
Take your pick.
It's, uh...
Baseball trophy... his...
kitchen knives, his fucking workout bar.
Lots of firepower.
- Maybe he had help. - Rage.
It's a crime of passion, it's personal.
I had a felony battery with him a couple months ago.
And he got off on a he said/she said VRP.
The reject.
I'm gonna put him in the box.
You're taking lead?
Have ourselves a frank, man-to-piece-of-shit
discussion about exactly what he did to her.
That sounds like a yes.
You're gonna get the cop-out?
Yeah, before fucking dinner.
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You have the right to remain silent.
If you give up the right to remain silent,
anything you say can and will be used against you
- in a court of law. - Am I under arrest?
Well, you should be.
You understand these rights?
- Yes. - And you choose to give up these rights?
Yeah, well, if I don't, you're gonna f... fucking lock me up!
Just tell the truth.
Be that much closer to soap and water.
Okay, you want to talk? You want to talk? Okay, go. Go!
- Is that a yes? - Yes. Ask your fucking questions!
What kind of burglar breaks into a house to steal 150 bucks,
and then bothers to lock the doors?
How can I fucking know that?
If I looked through that window and I saw my mother
lying on the floor, I'd get in there pretty damn fast.
And that's what I did.
No. No.
You pulled the louvers from the window,
and you stacked them neatly.
You don't know my mother, okay? She can get real angry.
And the pliers.
- You ran back to get them from your car? - Yes. Yes. I needed them
to pull the fucking louvers.
But the only footprints I found were headed in?
I don't know! Look harder, man! I did, I ran out!
Then why weren't there any footprints headed back
- out the other way? - I don't know! Jesus, man!
What, do you really think I would do that?
Like, kill my own mother?
She took care of me.
- Yeah. - She gave me money.
She gave me groceries.
Why weren't you living with her?
My parents thought it would be better
if I had my own place for a while.
You had a room. A nice room at your parents'.
So, let's talk about that room.
Why didn't you search it?
Because my mom never goes in there.
You were looking for an intruder.
Why didn't you look there?
I don't know, man! I just, I didn't!
So why do you say your mom never goes in there?
Because it's my room.
Then how did her car keys end up on your desk?
They didn't.
What are you talking about? No, they didn't... you're lying!
- How did they get there? - They're not. They can't be.
Why don't we trade places for a minute here?
So if you were me,
how would you handle this?
I would, I would feel, I would feel bad for you.
And I would, I would show it.
Yeah, you're right, just somebody telling you
nothing but bullshit over and over and over?
I'd be a lot fucking nicer than you. Okay?
I wouldn't try to trick you.
I wouldn't try to force you into saying
that you killed your own fucking mother.
Okay, then how the fuck did her car keys end up in your room?
Look at me!
For your own sake, just tell me what happened.
I swear to God, I'll help you out.
Come on, what the fuck, James? He was there.
- I was this close. - No choice.
His father's here, wants to see him.
He's a juvenile.
We got to let him know his father's here.
I'll talk to him.
The father.
- What's that gonna get you? - Insurance.
If I don't get the cop-out now, the dad gives me another
- bite at the apple. - Polygraph.
Yeah, but we can't ask him. He's got to volunteer.
His daddy's gonna think it's a good idea.
If he hasn't given it up yet, he's not gonna.
'Cause you don't think he did it?
Everyone thinks he did it.
- Mm-hmm, here we go. - But that's not the job.
If you don't get the cop-out, it's circumstantial.
We got to put a case together, do the work.
I know that he killed her.
And he knows that he killed her.
Then let him sweat it.
Soak in it, come back out with me, help me work the scene.
He needs to get this off his chest now.
I can feel it.
All right, you got a cigarette?
No, I do not.
- 'Cause you quit? - Mm-hmm.
Uh-huh, you don't got one on you?
Go fuck yourself.
How did I know that?
It's 'cause I could feel it.
Sure I can't get you anything... cup of coffee, Coke, water?
Wh... where's my son, Detective?
The thing is, I've been talking to Eric
- for, uh, for a while now. - Yeah, well, I need to see him.
Mm-hmm.
There are some serious conflicts in his story.
What, you think he had something to do with this?
Well, my partner, Connor, he's the senior guy.
So, he's settled on Eric as the primary.
Well, he's wrong!
Your partner's wrong.
Then I need to give him reason to know that.
Sooner we clear Eric, the sooner we'll be able
to start looking someplace else, all right?
You could use some help with that, help me help your son.
I need to verify a couple things he told me.
If he tells the truth, even a piece of it, we can prove it...
He's in here?
I'm a father.
I got a son.
I hate to think a boy could do something like that, so...
So, we clear him, I'm gonna sleep a lot better tonight.
Mr. Fisher?
What?
We can't ask Eric to take the poly.
It's got to be his idea.
You understand?
Oh...
- Can I? - Yep.
I'm done with you, asshole.
Eric?
Dad?
Oh, my God, Dad.
How is, how is, how is she?
No.
No, no, no!
No, no, no, no!
How does this even happen?
I don't...
How does this happen?
How does this even fucking happen?!
How does this fucking happen?
And I'm here and I'm stuck in this fucking room!
This cop!
And the things he's been saying to me?
You got, you got,
you got to help, you got to help me.
I will, I will. Of course, I'm gonna help you, Eric.
But y... you've, you've got to help yourself, too, son.
I know, I know I... I disappointed both of you, okay?
But you got to know I would never...
- I would never fucking do this, I wouldn't do... - Well, then...
y... you tell him.
Okay?
You... you tell him what happened.
Just tell him everything you remember.
- Just tell him the truth. - That's what I've been doing!
He doesn't fucking believe me.
He treats me like some piece of shit
that killed his mother for fucking grocery money!
He doesn't fucking listen to me.
- Well, then... then you're gonna have to make him listen. - Well, how the...
If I killed her for the money, if I killed her
for the money, then where is it? Huh?
Where is it? Where's the fucking money?
Where's the fucking money!
Where is it!?
Well, then you're gonna have to ask him that.
Ask what? Okay?
He won't even let me wash my hands.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I know, I know, it's just...
Eric, sit down. Sit, just sit down, okay?
Just listen, listen.
Breathe. Breathe.
Listen, I... I...
He knows you're upset, okay?
I mean, you... you've seen a terrible thing.
This... this...
You've seen the worst thing possible.
And you're probably not thinking straight right now.
Right?
Um...
Eric, I think, um...
I... I think the best thing is
that you, uh... you ask him for a polygraph test.
Fucking... lie detector test?
- Yeah. - That's crazy.
Well...
Oh, my God.
You don't believe me.
A fucking lie detector?
Dad, that's... that's...
that's... that's for you.
It's not for me, Eric. It's... it's for you.
- It's fucking for you! - It's... it's so you can prove...
No! It's for you. You fucking...
You think I fucking did this.
- You think I crushed her skull... - Just stop.
- you think I tied a cord around her neck... - Stop it. Eric.
- and you think I choked her. - Just stop it.
- I would never... - Stop it!
I would never hurt her!
I would never!
Why don't you know that?
Don't.
He's good.
Yeah, I'm better.
Time's up, Lieutenant. I'm gonna finish him.
Sorry I yelled.
It's okay.
Let me tell you what I think happened out there.
I think you would yell, too,
- if somebody accused you. Mm -hmm. Your mother
went out shopping this morning.
That's warm.
Then don't drink it.
- Hmm. - So you get there before she gets home,
break in through the kitchen window.
- Maybe you're gonna steal some cash... - No, I wasn't.
Okay? I found her.
I tried to save her.
You done?
So you two don't get along,
and you're not supposed to be there,
- You don't know. - ... but you are.
- You don't. - And when she comes home
and finds you in your room,
- I think she gets pretty fuckin' pissed off. - Just...
relax...
man, okay?
- You're talking about my mom. - That's right,
the woman who changed the locks and nailed the windows shut
because she doesn't trust you.
Christ, she doesn't want you in her home.
- You don't know. - I think that she starts the fight.
She puts down her keys, and she says some fucked-up shit to you.
- Eric, Eric... - Stop. Just pl...
- Stop. - I don't blame you
- Just stop. Just stop. - ... if she's attacking you,
you've got to defend yourself. But with what?
The trophy, it's right there sitting on your shelf.
Right there on your shelf. Yeah.
Now, you don't want to hurt her.
- You just want her to stop, but she... - That's not true!
but she keeps coming.
- That's not true. - So you grab the... the workout bar,
- and you smack her in the head with it. - No!
That's not true! Right?
- No! No, I didn't! - Hey, sit down.
Sit the fuck down!
Now she's running for the kitchen,
the knives,
and you're scared she's gonna get there first,
but she doesn't... you do. And you grab a couple,
and you tell her to back off.
It didn't happen.
Now, you're just defending yourself.
And now she's down.
You don't know what to do.
So you make it look like a robbery.
You take the money and you call it in.
How's that sound to you so far?
Uh, it sounds pretty, uh, pretty fucked up.
So where'd you hide it?
- That is a lie. That is a lie. - Hey. Hey. Hey, look at me.
The 150 bucks, where'd you hide it?
Huh? Eric?
You tell the truth,
- and you got a shot at no jail time. - I am telling you the truth, okay?
I'm being extremely fucking truthful.
- How do I know that? - Okay. Um, um, um...
I'm done.
Just one true thing.
One checkable fact.
Come on, kid.
Hey.
- Mm-mm. - Just a piece of the truth, that's all I need.
And all I need is a fucking lawyer.
Either book me...
or let me go.
All right, stand up.
Stand up.
You fuckin'...
Put your hands in your front pockets and keep them there.
I need my dad.
- Where's my dad? - All right.
- Same as the others? - It's hard to say.
Got to look at the pictures.
If you're looking for Henry or Mary Fisher,
leave a message and we'll call you back.
If you're looking for Eric,
this machine no longer accepts messages on his behalf.
No answer?
It makes no sense.
I kill her...
and then I call for help?
Hey.
I'm 17! You can't keep me here!
I told the truth!
Hey!
Look, I can... I can prove it!
Fuckin' test me, man!
Wire me up! Ask me whatever you want!
A polygraph!
I want one!
I'll make the call.
Set it up.
They booked him, right?
He's a juvenile, Hank. They had to.
- It's the only way to hold him. - Aw, shit.
They haven't filed charges yet.
Hank, we need to get you out of here.
Come on.
Oh, God, at the hospital...
Just the way she looked.
Eric couldn't have done that to her.
Well, a polygraph will prove it.
I mean, come on, what kid kills his mother for $150?
- I don't know. - And I give him money whenever he asks.
And... and besides,
Eric didn't have the money on him.
So where is it?
That's good.
You know, whoever did this took that money.
If Eric doesn't have it, and it's not at the house...
well, that... that clears him.
When's the last time you ate?
Let me get some food in you.
No, I... I'm gonna go home.
No, don't. Not tonight.
You could stay at our place.
No, no, that's... that's all right.
Hank, come on.
I'll catch you later.
Mr. Fisher? I need you to look at the wall.
So, pick a spot, and just keep your eyes right there.
Mr. Fisher,
did you hit your mother with that trophy?
No.
Did you stab your mother?
No.
Did you kill your mother?
No.
Did you hit your mother with that exercise bar?
No.
Are you lying to me now
regarding what happened to your mother?
No.
Thank you, Mr. Fisher.
Is it... Wait, how...
How'd I do?
Failed five out of five.
It's the highest level of deception I've ever seen.
How do you want to play it?
You take him first.
Go hard.
No answer?
I'm sorry, Mom.
I'm so, so sorry.
I don't think the team's prospects
for this upcoming season...
I told the truth, man, okay? I did.
I swear to God.
No, you didn't.
The guy didn't have to hit me.
... that a World Series winner didn't make it to the playoffs.
You rigged the test!
All right? You rigged it!
... a real good team,
and Tommy Lasorda knows what he's doing.
You're gonna like this place. It's full of liars.
You'll be their king.
Fisher, Eric Henry.
Juvenile 187.
- His mother. - Jesus.
Just keep an eye on him.
Might be a danger to himself after what he did.
Male, 17. Fisher, Eric Henry.
Whoa, hey. You can't...
You can't just leave me here.
Hey!
You can't just leave me here!
You can't just leave me!
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Two stab wounds on the back to the left of the midline.
Fractures, vertex of the skull.
Each approximately one inch.
Right side of the crown
between, uh, lacerations
and the blunt injuries.
Ten separate impacts on her skull.
You solve it?
I got to be back at work early.
Electrical fire.
Right after Christmas.
Bunch of 'em moved out.
Eric said he liked the smell.
He stayed, him and Chris.
Oh, God, Eric.
Shit.
Work all you like, my child.
The cold, metal grip you feel is pure antichromium steel.
The more you fight against your chains, the tighter they'll become.
Sergeant America will never let you get away with this!
Sergeant America is 6,000...
Oh!
- I'm sorry. - What the fuck are you looking at?
N... nothing.
Amy, please.
You... y... you saved me.
Here.
I really can't take this.
Okay.
I'm so sorry, Mr. Fisher.
- Eric didn't do this. He couldn't have. - Hey, Mr. F.
Mm.
Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry.
Eric okay?
- Sorry, I don't know what to say. - It's all right, Trey.
It's, uh, it's an unusual situation.
Thanks again, Amy.
We're around.
Anytime, anything you want, just say the word.
Thanks.
- Have you heard from Chris? Does he know? - No.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Your son's on some pretty heavy meds
to help with the withdrawal.
He's fairly sedated.
Five minutes, tops.
Hey, buddy. How you doing?
Eric.
Eric, it's Dad.
Fuck, I'm so tired.
You need to listen to me, okay?
Y... you need to focus.
Come on.
Wednesday night, your mom told me
that Chris Keller came by the house looking for work.
Wednesday.
Th... the day before.
Okay? You hear me?
She said that she had to kick him out of the house
and th... and that he scared her.
The day before.
Yeah, Wednesday.
Now, listen to me.
I think Chris Keller came by Thursday morning and killed her.
Do you hear me?
Eric, come on.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, Chris.
Yeah.
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