Monsters: The Lyle and Erik Menendez Story (2024) s01e03 Episode Script

1
[mysterious music playing]
[cell phone ringing]
[cell phone continues ringing]
- Laurel.
- [Laurel] Jerry!
Jerry.
- No, no.
- Oh my God.
You need to come back home right now.
- What? What are you talking about?
- No, right now.
- [dial tone]
- What the fuck?
[phone clicks]
- How many square feet is the kitchen?
- 380 square feet.
Uh-huh.
- Parking in the back?
- Four spaces.
That's fucking great. I mean
[hands clap]
- Heart of Westwood, close to UCLA.
- It's perfect, dude.
- [cell phone ringing]
- It's a fucking gold mine.
Hello.
Gus, what's happening, my man?
[sniffs] How's the restaurant?
Huh?
What?
[Laurel] Jerry!
- What in the fuck is going on here?
- Jerry!
Dr. Oziel, as I explained to your wife,
we've been granted
a lawful court order to search your home.
On what fucking grounds?
Well, we have come to believe
there are relevant tape recordings
related to the murder
of Jose and Kitty Menendez.
Who told you that?
He recorded their sessions.
He got their confessions all on tape.
We're talking
hours and hours of them talking
about how they planned it,
why they did it, if they felt any remorse.
[Zoeller] Let's just say
a credible source.
- It was her, Jer.
- Not now, Laurel.
- You know it was that crazy bitch.
- I said, not now.
[Zoeller] Would you like
to go get dressed?
For the record, I'd like to make it clear
that I in no way violated
the confidentiality of my patients,
nor was I aware
this search was going to take place,
as is evidenced by the state of undress
of my wife, and the fact that I was
We understand that, doctor.
Now, where are the tapes?
[Glenn] What
Whoa.
- What is this?
- Just fucking take it, okay.
If the cops are gonna arrest me,
then I'm gonna need you to bail me out,
then call my attorney, Gerry Chaleff.
- Lyle, you're being paranoid.
- I'm not being fucking paranoid, Glenn.
Those cops still think that
Erik and I killed our parents.
I don't know who the fuck else
they've been talking to.
They probably talked
to my therapist, Oziel.
Of course, he can't tell them shit
'cause of patient confidentiality.
Fuck those cops. It's not your fault
they can't find the killer.
Hayden, if the police are able to somehow
get around the confidentiality thing,
and then they get their hands
on those fucking tapes, I am fucked!
I am fucked!
I'm fucked!
[button clicks]
[Dr. Oziel] Do you think your mother
deserved to die?
[Erik] I don't think we ever
thought about it like that.
[Lyle] It was more like,
"Well, if we're gonna kill our dad,
we should probably just kill our mom too."
[Dr. Oziel] Did one of you feel
differently about killing your mom?
[Lyle] No, absolutely not.
There's no way that I was gonna
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.
[Dr. Oziel] Okay. Erik?
[Erik] Yeah.
We had to kill her.
[dramatic music playing]
[water sloshing]
[inhales and exhales deeply]
[exhales]
[music fades]
Okay, who's up for some lunch?
Come on. Come on.
- [Glenn] Yeah.
- Let's go. Ready? I'm fucking starving.
[Glenn] Sick ride, man.
Did you get a good deal?
- Hey, Glenn?
- Yeah?
Shut the fuck up.
Dude, when are you getting
your Porsche out of the shop?
Tomorrow, but till then I've got to drive
Erik's piece of shit Wrangler.
[car engine starts]
- Whoa!
- [tires screeching]
Douchebag, what the fuck
are you doing? God
[tires screeching]
- Go, go, go! Let's move!
- [intense music playing]
Hands up where I can see them
or I'll blow your fucking head off.
- [police 1] Get out!
- [police 2] Let me see your hands!
Get out of the car. Get out of the car!
Come over here.
Get on your knees. On your knees.
Down on your stomach.
Put your hands
behind your back. Don't move!
[handcuffs clicking]
[grunts]
Joseph Lyle Menendez,
you have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law. You have
[camera flashes]
[music fades]
How can this be happening, Gerry?
You said they couldn't arrest us.
You said they couldn't touch us.
You said that the police
didn't have a case.
Well, it seems they do now,
and apparently, the DA agrees.
[Erik] Fuck!
Okay. Well then, what am I supposed
to do, Gerry? Tell me.
[Gerry] Listen, I'm going
to call my buddy,
Robert Shapiro, top criminal attorney.
He can help us handle this.
Okay? In the meantime,
drop out of your tennis tournament
and get the hell out of Israel.
Last thing you want
is to be arrested by Interpol,
thrown into some Middle Eastern jail
where your constitutional protections
don't apply.
[buzzer blaring]
[door clanking]
[inmate] Come here.
Let me take a look at you.
[inmate 2] Hey, there's that Menendez boy.
[inmate 3] Ooh, Menendez.
Holy crap, baby girl.
[inmate 4] I heard
you killed your parents.
[inmate 5] El bandito!
Jesus Christ. I can't live in that.
Well, you's about to.
Now get in.
[buzzer blares]
[metal door clanks]
[woman] Welcome to Los Angeles.
Thank you for flying with us. Welcome.
- It's okay. You don't have to handcuff me.
- Sorry.
It's regulation.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one,
one will be provided for you.
[female vocalizing]
[buzzer blaring]
[metal door clanks]
[female vocalizing]
[buzzer blaring]
[metal door clanks]
[gagging]
[Erik coughing]
[Lyle] Erik?
Erik?
[Erik] Lyle?
Hey!
Lyle? Is that you?
Yeah.
[Erik exhales deeply]
When did you get back to LA?
A A couple of hours ago.
The cops picked me up at LAX.
I was so worried, E.
I thought that maybe you might
try to flee and I don't know, I thought
that I might never see you again.
[Erik] Of course, I was coming back.
You're my brother.
What are we gonna do?
- Lyle, what are we gonna tell people?
- Hey
It's just us now, E.
We're on our own.
[Lyle sniffs]
[Lyle] So that's Pert Plus,
and that's shampoo and conditioner.
[Grandmother] I sent you some hairspray.
You said Aqua Net?
No, I said, not Aqua Net because they
confiscate that shit in here.
You can make it into a torch, evidently.
I need mousse anyway,
so please just tell Jamie.
Jamie knows what to get.
- Insert 10 cents for five more minutes.
- [Lyle] Fuck!
[coins clanking]
Okay. Make it fast
because these phones, Robert,
it's impossible to get any dimes in here.
[Robert] Lyle, focus. We just have
to tell them a more compelling story
than the prosecution, okay?
"It was the Five Families."
That's a very vague story.
Okay, well, then, uh
focus on one of the families.
Like, what's the one
The Bambinos, focus on them.
- Insert 10 cents for five more minutes.
- Fuck!
Robert, what I need is fucking dimes,
so can you can you get on that?
Please.
Yo. Can I borrow a dime?
Yeah, if you suck my dick.
Candy-ass.
["Dirty Cash (Money Talks)" by
The Adventures of Stevie V playing]
Erik, you gotta eat.
I can't.
Can I have your milk?
You can't just drink milk, though.
[Erik sighs]
[Erik] That dude over there
won't stop staring at me.
Don't look.
I'm gonna get killed in here.
I gotta go.
I've no excuse ♪
Come on, man! What the fuck? Fuck!
[all laughing]
[Jamie] I feel like if we can get through
this, we can get through anything.
Yeah. So listen, hey, the mousse, right?
And then the wig tape.
And seriously, fucking dimes.
Grandma sent like five dimes.
We need rolls and rolls of them.
Hey, Erik, you wanna talk to Jamie?
Dirty cash, I want you ♪
I need wig tape, okay?
It's called Topstick.
The wig, it attaches to hooks.
But it's the tape
that keeps the edges down.
That's how it stays on in the front.
Money talks ♪
Dirty cash, I want you
Dirty cash I need you, oh ♪
E
- Why is there milk in the toilet?
- That's where I keep it cold.
Hey.
You can't just drink milk, okay?
The food makes me wanna puke, Lyle.
What am I supposed to do?
- [Jamie] Moist towelettes?
- [Lyle] Yeah.
As many of those as you can get
because, uh, he's starting to stink.
Wait. He's gonna, like,
clean his body with them?
I mean, hopefully?
[Lyle] I think he's scared of the showers.
I wasn't right, now that's all behind ♪
I want to get rich quick ♪
It just gets so fucking gummy
with the tape.
Can't clean it right in here.
Lyle, is that my toothbrush?
[guard] Menendez.
Money talks, umm-hmm
Money talks ♪
Dirty cash I want ♪
[grandma] Here's 50 dollars.
This will get you all the dimes you need.
Fuck!
Grandma, you fucking moron!
I don't need money. I need dimes!
Dimes, dimes, dimes! Motherfucking dimes!
We're fucking millionaires,
and we can't get a roll of fucking dimes.
Dirty cash I need you, oh ♪
[coin clangs]
Uncle Carlos, we had absolutely nothing
to do with the murders.
Listen to me. I'm not giving you
100 fucking dollars for nine dimes.
[coins clang]
Now this mousse is 9.99, and I will
give it to you for two dimes. Two!
I'm dirty cash
The one that you asked for ♪
I'm wanted by the rich and the poor ♪
More and more
You just can't reject it ♪
You're the junkie and I inject it ♪
nto your blood stream
It's like a bad dream ♪
Fuck!
Showers here used to scare me,
but they don't anymore.
I wait 20 minutes
so everybody else is done, then I go in.
Get the showers all to myself.
See you around.
People are lying, woman or man anyone
Who'll give them a hand, cash money ♪
Hey.
Yeah, I'm not great.
Hey, Uncle Carlos.
[coin clanging]
We need fucking rolls and rolls.
Money talks, money talks ♪
You've gotta find a way to sneak it
in here 'cause these guys hate wigs.
Dirty cash, I want you
Dirty cash, I need you, oh ♪
["Money Talks" ends]
[showers running]
[indistinct chatter]
[mellow music playing]
[Lyle moaning]
[indistinct chatter]
[sobbing]
[door closes]
- See you around.
- Yeah, see ya.
With two pieces a day,
I can kinda make it look okay,
but I really need more like four.
Uh, the brand is called Topstick.
Uh, and then I also need something
This one's really important.
Bain de Soleil.
Bain de Soleil.
As much of that as you can get.
Bain de Soleil. What is that?
- It's self-tanner.
- [Robert] Mmm.
Look at him.
He looks like a fucking ghost. We both do.
It's the lights in here. They leech
the vitamin D out of your bones.
Hey, where are we with Castro?
Is there any movement on that?
Because everything with my father,
it all fucking comes back to Cuba.
You you were just saying this
the other day, were you not?
- Yeah, I just think that
- [man] Guys
We got to get real here.
I I don't think you get
what's going on here.
We have to talk about your case,
not about self-tanner and toupees.
This makes me think you don't understand
what's going on here, Mr. Shapiro,
because this is 1990.
It's a new era, and this case
is gonna be on television,
which means, the number one thing
that I'm concerned about
is how we look on camera.
Because if we look the right way, right?
Smart, clean-cut, whole lives ahead of us,
then there isn't a fucking jury on this
planet that's gonna believe we did this.
- Because we didn't.
- Because we didn't.
Um. Okay.
Well, let me tell you the number one thing
I'm concerned about.
Is that Is that a sauna?
No, Erik.
It's a gas chamber.
It's built for two, which is convenient.
[exhales] I I hate to break it
to you two,
but you're not sympathetic people.
You're rich and spoiled,
and that's the type of person
folks love to hate.
I mean, your arraignment was a
a disaster.
- [inaudible]
- [tense music playing]
[Robert] I mean,
you looked like psychopaths.
I told you to smile.
Be respectful.
- Yes, Your Honor. No, Your Honor. But no.
- The lights were bugging out my eyes.
- The judge's voice was ridiculous
- I'd barely slept for days.
Guys!
We gotta get serious, okay?
Because this image thing
that you're trying to portray,
that train has left the station.
Folks have a very strong opinion
of you two.
We did not kill our parents.
Yes, yes, but John Q. Public
thinks you did.
So if you want to avoid this. This!
Then I suggest we try a different strategy
other than fake tanner
and blaming Fidel Castro.
[dramatic music playing]
I mean, we could always
No, I just
We haven't talked to you
about what really happened.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- I'm not talking about that night.
We don't we don't know what happened
that night. We were at the movies.
I'm just talking about
the stuff that went on before that.
[Lyle chuckling]
I'm sorry, would you
please give my brother and I
just a brief moment with one another?
Alone?
Thank you.
[Lyle] We aren't gonna talk about that.
I just think it could
kind of help the jury understand.
It's it's like you said,
it does have to do with Mom and Dad.
That stuff just happens sometimes, Erik.
It's just being boys.
We're not gonna talk about it.
[metal door clanging]
So, I'm fired.
That's that's what you're saying?
That is exactly what we're saying.
You're not even defending them.
Because they are impossible to defend.
[speaking Spanish]
And you fire me. Fine! [chuckling]
Here's some free advice.
The reason they were arrested
is because there are audio tapes.
And the police, now maybe they shouldn't
have, but they have listened to them.
So you need to open your eyes to the fact
that Lyle and Erik's story is full
of holes, and they might be guilty.
No, no, no, no!
[in Spanish] Not this.
Then why did we get a lawyer?
- Shut your mouth!
- Look. look, look!
- Shh.
- [man] Come on.
Look, I'm the guy you hired
to cut a deal. Okay?
That's that's what I thought
I was here to do.
So if you want to try
to get them off, I'm not your guy.
Because I don't believe them,
and the jury won't believe them.
So you need to find somebody else.
And you need to find a much better story.
Or those boys of yours,
you're so convinced are innocent,
the State of California
is going to put them to death.
Best of luck to you.
[Robert sighing heavily]
[Tony] That shit was almost a misdemeanor.
Five years ago, it would have been.
[grunts]
But the new law,
five rocks, that's a felony.
[breathing heavy] Then 'cause I got
a gun on me, suddenly it's aggravated.
And I'm in here with, you know, murderers.
[metal clanking]
[Tony] And here's you and me
in here with 'em.
Yeah, it's innocent people.
Guess that's just the way the system is.
I'm confused
[buzzer blaring]
about you.
- What do you mean?
- Well, what you like?
You like dudes, right?
You gay, right?
What? No.
No.
- I don't even like that word.
- Okay. Yeah, fine, me neither.
You ain't gay. But I'm saying,
you like being with dudes, right?
[contemplative music playing]
I don't know 'cause, um
What I went through at home.
But, uh
I like being around you.
[clicks tongue] Yeah, okay.
I know who I am. I don't give a fuck.
And neither should you is all I'm saying.
It's okay to be who you are.
Yeah. Not in my family.
What did I do? I don't have anything.
[guard] What's this?
What? I I don't know.
["The Power" by Snap! playing]
[Lyle] Erik, read this once,
then throw it away.
These are things I've been thinking about.
I think Mark should drive the Porsche
into the prison loading dock.
I've got the power ♪
[tire screeching]
[Lyle] Then hop out,
but leave the engine running.
I've got the power ♪
[Lyle] We'll jump into the car
and head to the 110.
[engine revving]
[tires screeching]
[Lyle] See drawing below.
Next, our appearances.
I've got the power ♪
[Lyle] I think we should
get plastic surgery.
We need facelifts, chin implants maybe,
and of course we change our hair.
We'll need passports,
visas
Then we figure out where we're going.
I think we head
to Mark H's granddad's camp in Canada,
just until the heat's off.
I think Toronto, London, Belgium, Lebanon,
and then we settle in Colombia.
They like chicken wings there.
[knocking on door]
- What?
- [guard] Get up. Gotta search your cell.
What's this?
I I don't know.
Lyle Menendez,
please step out to the red line.
[Lyle] What's going on?
- Step out to the red line!
- [Lyle] You need to tell me why.
What's going on?
- [guard] Step to the red line.
- [Lyle] Tell me why.
- Hey, what the fuck?!
- [Erik] Hey! Lyle!
- [Lyle] Where are you taking me?
- Lyle!
- Where are you taking him?
- [Lyle] What is going on?
[Carlos] They moved your brother
to a different cell block.
I don't understand. Why?
Lyle says that he wrote you
some kind of a letter.
We pass each other letters all the time.
Right, but this letter,
this one was an escape plan.
Erik.
Not good.
- When is he coming back?
- [Carlos] They moved him there for good.
Is there anybody in there?
Maybe someone on your cell block that you
that you think you could trust.
[female vocalizing]
Yeah.
[female vocalizing]
[indistinct chatter]
So, why exactly are you looking to adopt?
We've been talking about it for a while.
Starting our own family, I mean.
My wife has a grown daughter
from a previous marriage,
and we didn't end up getting married
until we were both in
Tim, this woman
doesn't need our entire life story.
On second thought, maybe she does.
I guess that's how you guys determine
who's fit to be good parents, right?
If I'm being honest,
I think all couples should have to prove
they're fit to be good parents.
It is way too easy to have a kid.
Some couples, they have a baby,
neglect them, abuse them,
treat them like scum,
and then 20 years later,
I end up having to defend them.
By the looks of your profile,
Miss Abramson,
you're a very successful attorney.
And as your husband mentioned,
you already have a grown daughter.
So I certainly don't need to tell you
how hard it is being a mother.
Is there a reason why,
at this point in your life,
you're ready to do that all over again?
Okay, here's an embarrassing confession.
I don't actually remember being a mother.
I mean, yes, of course, I remember it.
But it's all pretty hazy.
I had Laine
right before I started law school.
I had just gotten divorced.
And it was all I could manage
just to keep my head above water.
Not that I was a bad mother.
I was not a bad mother.
Imperfect? Yes.
Workaholic? Guilty as charged.
But I feel that
I'm at a point in my life now
where I could actually
enjoy being a mother.
Where it wouldn't all feel
like such a struggle.
And, because of my line of work,
I see what happens when kids
don't get the nurturing they need.
So if I can raise a child
and give them the love they need
so that they never have to come across
a criminal defense attorney like me,
then sign me up.
Even if it means having to
change diapers for a couple of years.
[women laughing]
Dominick, you are exaggerating.
Sharon, you should know me
well enough by now to know
that I never exaggerate.
Okay. But evil?
You truly believe
those Menendez boys are evil?
Yes.
When you've stared evil in the face,
as I have,
it's something you never forget.
So you think they did it?
Of course they did it.
They're classic sociopaths.
Especially the older brother.
His eyes are even more vacant
than Claus von Bülow's.
How can a child even think of doing
something like that to a parent?
Nothing much shocks me anymore, Joyce.
What people are capable of.
The only thing
that shocks me, disgusts me,
is that we have a justice system
that puts the rights
of killers and rapists
over and above their victims.
The justice system
is blatantly biased against defendants,
especially if those defendants
are Black and brown
and lack access to adequate counsel.
Fair enough, but in several
of your biggest cases,
doubt as to your client's guilt
isn't in dispute.
So you're saying only innocent people
deserve a proper defense?
No, I'm asking if everyone is entitled
to a Leslie Abramson defense,
especially if they're being accused
of capital murder.
Capital punishment
is an absolute moral travesty.
Not only is it immoral,
it is also barbaric.
It is unfathomable.
- Well, if it isn't the dragon lady.
- Who?
Leslie Abramson.
Defense attorney
to society's most reprehensible.
When you're trying a murder case,
you can't just take it at face value.
You have to determine
the state of mind the person was in
when they committed the crime.
That woman there,
she's the epitome of everything
that's wrong with the legal system.
Were they mentally competent
when they committed the crime?
Were they cognitively impaired?
Did they have reason to believe,
rightly or wrongly,
that their lives were in danger?
Do you know she tried
to help make a plea deal
for the man who murdered my daughter?
She has a pathological affection
for guilty clients,
in particular, guilty young men.
And if there's one thing
the prosecution doesn't like, it's nuance.
To them, every defendant is a nail
that deserves to be hammered
by the system.
It's easy to talk about justice
when you don't know all the facts.
So I guess you could say
"outrage" is your middle name.
Actually, believe it or not,
it's Hope.
Dominick.
Oh. Hello, Leslie.
Odd seeing you here.
It's true, it's not my usual scene.
The ladies who lunch crowd,
that's much more your thing.
I read your client Rick Sanders'
appeal motion got denied again.
Looks like he's not getting off
death row anytime soon.
I'm sure Dominick has been
entertaining you ladies.
You know, apart from being
a failed movie producer,
he's quite the raconteur.
Just don't believe everything he says.
He's prone to exaggeration.
[chuckles]
[inhales] Well, don't let us
keep you, Leslie.
I'm sure somewhere there's a murderer
in need of your assistance.
[dramatic music playing]
[phone ringing]
This is Leslie.
Hey, Gerry.
Yeah, I just finished giving an interview.
Yes. To a reporter.
Oh, I don't hate all the press.
Come on, just the numbskulls.
Need I remind you,
I'm married to a reporter.
Now, what's up?
Of course I've heard
of the case. Who hasn't?
- [Gerry] They inquired about you.
- Wait, what?
[Gerry] They called and checked
your availability.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Miss Abramson, thank
thank you for making the time
to come and and meet all of us.
Gerry Chaleff says you're the best female
criminal defense attorney in all of LA.
I'm sure he didn't say that.
Gerry wouldn't have said, "The best
female criminal defense attorney."
He simply would have said I'm the best.
Well, as you know,
we just fired Robert Shapiro.
We didn't feel that
he was good enough for for our boys.
I know Bob.
He's a fine lawyer, but he's not
who you want for a case like this.
For him, it's all about
spinning the media narrative
and hopefully cutting the best deal
for his clients.
I don't like cutting deals.
I prefer to fight.
Because if you don't fight, you don't win.
So you've worked
on cases like this before?
Cases where the defendants
are accused of killing
and you still manage to win?
I recently defended a young man
by the name of Arnel Salvatierra,
who admitted to killing his father.
He was up for first-degree murder.
Arnel and his siblings suffered years
of physical and psychological abuse
at the hands of their father.
He tortured them.
Now, the prosecution wanted you
to believe that Arnel was a monster.
That he carefully planned
his father's murder for weeks
and then shot him in his sleep
in cold blood.
Well, that is not what I believe happened.
I believe Arnel shot his father
out of self-defense.
Should Arnel have waited until his father,
in one of his rages,
finally ended up murdering him?
[tense music playing]
Or his mother?
Or one of his siblings?
Like what happened
to little Lisa Steinberg
when her abusive father
finally ended up murdering her?
I wanted the jury to see
that Arnel was not the monster.
On the contrary, he was the victim.
If you convict Arnel
of first-degree murder,
it will be as if his father's hand
will rise up from the grave
and his final act of terrorism
will be with you as his accomplices.
Arnel was acquitted
of first-degree murder.
He was sentenced to three years probation.
And you could do that for Lyle and Erik?
To be clear, I'd only be defending Erik.
Lyle still needs to retain
his own separate counsel,
but based on the documents
I've read so far,
these boys do not deserve to spend
the rest of their lives in prison,
let alone face the death penalty.
Now, I can't guarantee you an outcome,
but I promise you,
I will put up one hell of a fight.
When can you start?
Perhaps we should discuss my fee first.
[Carlos chuckling]
[Leslie sighs]
I imagine these last few weeks
have been hard for you.
All alone in jail,
separated from your brother.
Yes, it's it's been a lot. [sniffs]
[exhales] I'm sure you've heard what
they've been saying about you and Lyle.
That you're a couple of spoiled rich kids
who murdered your parents
for financial gain.
And it's true.
You boys sure did partake
in quite a bit of conspicuous consumption
after the murders.
The cars, the designer clothes,
the Rolexes, the luxury condos,
a little excessive for retail therapy,
wouldn't you say?
The spending spree,
that was you and your brother's
first mistake.
Then, you had the poor judgment
of trusting that scumbag, Dr. Oziel,
and confessed to him.
Then, you let him record your sessions.
- Then, you threatened to kill him.
- We were never gonna kill Dr. Oziel.
Which is why it's now possible for
those tapes to be entered into evidence
and used against you at trial.
We didn't know. We thought
that they were gonna stay confidential.
Then, you and Lyle start telling people
different versions of what happened.
What? Were you boys that confident
you were never gonna be arrested?
Then, when you boys finally are arrested
and you show up in court,
you look absolutely soulless
and devoid of remorse.
Another big mistake.
[sighs]
Although, I guess your biggest mistake
was killing your parents
in the first place.
We We We didn't
I read the letter Lyle wrote you.
That crazy, insane escape plan.
But
there was something else he wrote
in there that caught my attention.
[exhales deeply]
"We alone know the truth."
"We alone know the secrets
of our family's past."
[dark music playing]
What does he mean by that?
[clicks tongue]
I've hired Dr. William Vicary.
He's a forensic psychiatrist.
I want you to start meeting with him
to talk about what happened and why.
- No, no, no. No more shrinks.
- Erik
I can't.
You said it yourself. It was a mistake
talking to Dr. Oziel. I will not.
Well, that's because he's a prick
who violated professional ethics
and manipulated your trust.
I assure you,
Dr. Vicary is nothing like him.
Erik
Now that I am your lawyer,
I am not gonna let you
make any more mistakes.
But I need you
to be totally honest with me
and to trust me.
It's the only way we are gonna win.
I just can't stand the food.
I've spent most of my life
building my body up.
Trying to eat right, low-fat,
carbo-loading, and now this stuff.
Erik, you're just wasting
your money here. Okay?
My job is to help you
get to the bottom of all this.
But trust me when I say
I cannot do that
unless you start being honest with me.
Like, really honest.
Yeah.
It's just
[sighs]
It's hard.
Try.
Okay.
Well
[sniffs]
We did do it.
Lyle and I. We did.
[inhales] But
[inhales deeply]
There was
There was a reason.
[dramatic music playing]
[siren blaring in distance]
[coin rattling]
Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.
[coin clangs]
Those are notes
from my last two sessions with Erik.
[sighs]
You gotta be kidding me.
[dramatic music ends]
[Leslie] I talked to Dr. Vicary.
I hope that's okay.
I want to thank you for telling the truth.
And I'm just gonna say
that truth out loud now.
You were sexually molested
by your brother Lyle.
[exhales deeply]
[Leslie] And this started when?
[sniffs]
I I was little.
[sniffs] I think I was, like, five or six.
[inhales deeply]
And I thought that I kind of
liked it.
Maybe. At first.
Then I didn't.
And when you didn't like it,
or maybe even when you thought you did,
how did it make you feel, Erik?
Well, I I never blamed him.
- No?
- No.
Because
[exhales]
Because what, Erik?
Because my dad did it to him.
Your father sexually molested
your brother, Lyle?
[Erik] Yes. He told him it was
Like, this is what the Spartans did.
It made you tough.
I don't know how long he did it with Lyle.
But I know that at some point,
Lyle told him to stop, and he did.
And that time when it stopped,
I remember when that happened.
I remember that time very vividly.
And why was that?
Because that's when
my dad started doing it to me.
[Leslie] Oh, Erik.
[somber music playing]
[Leslie] Oh, sweetheart.
- [sniffles]
- It's okay.
Thank you for telling me that.
Thank you.
[mysterious music playing]
How could you even survive that? Tell me.
[Erik] You just you just do it.
You just do what you have to.
You avoid him, and you, um
You try to play along,
just so that it'll go faster.
You get it over with.
You sprinkle cinnamon onto his coffee,
or put it on his food, or
Wait. Why Why cinnamon?
It just made the, um
It made the cum taste better.
It didn't really work because
he started getting annoyed that
there was cinnamon on everything.
And suddenly, he started putting
lemon juice on all of my food,
just so that it would numb my taste buds
Did that work?
[Erik] Not Not really.
[sniffs] But I had to keep trying.
Just to change the lives
that we were living.
And I knew at some point
that I was going to be willing
to do anything,
just to make it all stop.
[sad music playing]
[sighs]
[sad music ends]