A Dangerous Son Page #8

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for him that

he followed really well.

And then slowly

he started wanting

to take back his...

personal freedoms

and decided to...

put up more of a fight,

and so some

of the nights were...

pretty intense.

We've had to call the police

a couple of times on him.

Yeah, pretty much

the money issue

is the main reason

why William was let go

from the home.

Medicaid doesn't want to pay.

When we had our meetings...

you have Brian

who's saying, "This child

needs to be in a home...

at least a year, you know,

if not until he's 18,"

because he wants

to see long-term progress.

You know,

Brian's thinking...

"Who is this person going

to be when he's 25?

And what's the best way

to make him a productive

member of society?"

And that would be

a long-term retraining

of everything that--

that he's had

to unlearn and relearn.

The county is

looking at, "Well,

he's been in for 120 days.

He's been in for 186 days."

And they're counting days,

and to them,

the days are dollar signs.

And so it seemed every time

we had a meeting,

it was... the mental health

professionals saying

"This is what he needs,"

and then the people

paying it saying,

"You know, well,

he's not hurting anybody.

He's not hurting himself.

Let's send him home."

Man (on iPad):

Kidding! Your ass isn't that--

Well, it's pretty big,

but I'd still do you

with the lights off.

(clatters)

Where the (bleeps)

did that come from?

(continues indistinctly)

Creigh:

Sometime that spring,

Gus was agitated

and twitchy...

and, um,

one-word answers at best.

His behavior was just

very erratic, very erratic.

You know, and by that I mean,

you know, he would just--

he would, um, he was...

skin and bones then.

One morning,

I was coming out

of the feed room

and Gus was just

walking across the yard.

And I said, "Hey, bud,

how'd you sleep?"

Or I said,

"Hey, bud, good morning,"

or something like that.

I said, "Hey, bud,

how'd you sleep?"

And he said, "Fine."

And I turned around,

and-- and I went-- I--

He was on me,

and I-- I turned around--

Once I-- You know, I guess

I dropped the feed bucket,

but I got back around,

and I said, you know,

I said,

"What's going on, bud?

I love you so much."

And he didn't say anything.

Newsman:

As we speak right now,

he is in critical condition.

State Senator Creigh Deeds

has been stabbed

inside of his home.

And the death of his son

in what police are investigating

as an attempted

murder-suicide.

Newswoman:

Behind the blue lights

blocking the Deeds' driveway

is a case that

perplexes even police

as investigators

search for answers.

Creigh:
That night before,

and it was just very clear

he was in crisis.

He said to me--

at one point, he just--

he-- he just talked about--

he talked about suicide.

I brought Gus

to the hospital,

and Gus was examined,

and they determined

that he needed--

he was in crisis,

and he needed a bed,

but that there

weren't beds available.

Newswoman:

Deeds had to get

a court order,

but the emergency

custody would run out

in six hours,

and a representative

of the local community

services board

told Deeds they couldn't

find a bed.

I looked at the guy,

I said, "The system failed

my son tonight."

He said, "What?" He got very--

really defensive about it,

but, you know,

but it-- it did.

I knew Gus would

not be happy with me.

He would feel like

I betrayed him...

so I was worried.

I was-- I was

a little scared coming back.

I didn't expect the sort of...

situation--

I didn't expect that.

But I-I--

I was a little worried.

I can't get Gus back.

No matter what I do,

I can't get him back.

He's gone.

I know that--

that he would've

been alive for longer

if we could've found him

a bed that night.

But I was blessed,

so fortunate

to have him

in my life for 24 years.

(man speaks

indistinctly on phone)

Ethan:

Oh God.

Uh-oh. I gotta--

Bill, I've gotta go right now.

Ethan:
Oh-ho-ho!

Stacy:

You're not allowed

to watch TV, Ethan.

Why are you in here?

It's just showing

me something--

It doesn't matter.

You don't do that.

And as soon as I got

off the phone with dad,

it was your

power of choice time.

Do you want to lose it?

This is my room!

No, this isn't your room!

Don't spy

on me like that!

Okay. That's enough.

Don't you touch

the damn TV.

That is enough.

Give me-- give--

Don't touch the damn TV.

One. Give me

the controller now.

Two. Remember when you said

you could go back to CCSS?

You... piece of sh*t.

I don't have

a TV in there.

Yeah, you do.

Stop it, right now.

I will use this gun.

Oh my God. Get...

I'll fricking--

...out of my room!

You get-- You f***ing want

me to shoot your gun?

Stop.

I'll shoot

that fricking gun.

Okay! Enough!

Stop that,

frickin' b*tch!

(Ethan mutters)

Stacy:
You're-you're--

you're hurting me.

You realize that?

Then don't you turn

my Wii off!

What was the first rule?

You lost your Wii.

You will not

have it tomorrow,

and you will not have the TV.

You are not gonna

tell me-- boss around!

I will. Going in my room.

I'm gonna get the gun

if you don't

shut the f*** up!

I--

One!

Don't!

Shut the f*** up!

Two!

Go!

Shut up!

You need to calm down!

Man:

Are you okay?

Stacy:
Let go!

Man:

Do you need anything else?

Ethan:

You want me

to make you cry?

Then shut the f*** up.

Stacy:

You're hurting me.

I tell my students that--

I'll ask them the question:

Let's say that

you have a breakdown,

what would you do?

What would your family do?

And they invariably say,

"Oh, well, we'd--

we'd call the-- the doctor,

and you'd go

to the hospital."

And I say,

"This isn't true.

"You'd call 911,

and the police would come,

"and if you were lucky,

you'd live through

that encounter,

and they'd

take you to jail."

There really isn't a good way

to get help for people.

I mean, my dad put me

in juvenile detention,

and he said he did it

because he was trying

to help me

and he loved me.

At the time,

I didn't understand

what he was saying,

and I hated him for it.

But now I realize

that 70 percent of people

in juvenile detention

had a severe mental illness.

Tiara (on phone):

Hello?

Cora:
Tiara.

Tiara:
What?

Cora:

You need to come

and take care of Tristan.

I'm falling

to pieces over here.

I'm-I'm--

I'm falling to pieces.

I can't keep it

together in here.

I am falling.

I'm crumbling,

falling to pieces,

and I need for somebody

to take care

of Tristan.

(sniffles)

All right.

(sniffles)

Man:

Where is Vontae?

I don't know.

I tried to call

the social worker,

but he not answering,

so I don't know.

All I know is,

they was taking him

to a command post...

last night,

so I don't know

where he's at.

Actually, I won't know

until either he calls

or the social worker calls.

Yeah, he called me...

about 12:
30,

and, um...

he left a message

saying that he got

put out of the group home,

and that he was

at a gas station,

at a pay phone,

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