Capturing the Friedmans Page #11
but he has.
OK, right about now
we've been waiting for
a good two hours or so now
because evidently the parents
stormed Denis Dillon's
office this morning
when they received
the news last night
that I was to plead guilty
and they were not aware
of this fact.
They were not even aware
that negotiations were underway.
They did not want me
to have less than 10 to 30
and there are a lot of people
angry statements
at this point in time.
I can imagine
what they're discussing.
The meeting must have,
just like our family.
Well, there wasn't really
much of them anyway
but that means
the meeting's over.
That means the meeting's over.
Go ask them, Jess.
You hold it. I'm not holding it.
Should I do it, Jess?
Oh, my god.
I can't believe this.
Oh, my god.
He raped my son!
Get them away from me!
They're animals.
Oh, my god, I don't believe it.
Wow.
After Jesse went to jail
I know my friends said to me
"Don't you feel, like,
terrible being alone
in such a big house?"
I said, "No, I feel calm."
That's when I really started
becoming a person
and started to live.
Elaine divorced him
while he was in prison.
He settled into life there
You can't say
it was good in prison
but it was as good
as it could get for him.
But of course,
the torment continued
and got worse because of Jesse.
My brother never
got over the guilt.
He had talked about
taking his life
because he had this insurance
policy he had taken out.
I think it was $250,000,
1/4 million
and Jesse was the beneficiary.
He said, "This is the only thing
I have left to give Jesse"
So he has money when he gets out
and he can make some kind of
life for himself
"because I've screwed it up
otherwise for him."
By that time, that clause
in the insurance policy
where suicide was payable
had come into effect.
And this is
the coroner's report.
It describes the cause of death
as doxepin intoxication
which basically means
that Arnold took
a massive overdose
of antidepressants.
I took a deep breath and I said
"It's over, David."
He's out of his misery.
"It's over."
I thought it was a blessing
because the guilt
he was carrying
he was so unhappy.
He was out of his misery.
The rest of the family wasn't
but he was.
I found it a blessing.
Let me entertain you
Let me make you smile.
It's unbelievably difficult.
I have to read
these horrible letters
about my brother being
almost killed in prison.
My friends call me, I'm crying.
"Why are you crying?"
I can't tell them.
None of the people
that do what I do
know about this story.
Just the intimation
of something like this
can ruin someone's career.
And I'm always afraid
that's going to happen.
So let me entertain you
And we'll have a real good time
I feel I will never
really know the truth.
But the one truthful thing
Howard loved his brother.
Howard loved his family.
Loves his family.
And I believed him when he said
he didn't do
those terrible things.
I believed him.
Arnold had a need to confess
and he had a need to go to jail.
And the sad thing is
that he took his son with him.
What's the term about families?
Dysfunctional?
Numero uno.
It was not the way
it was supposed to end.
People were supposed to realize
that all of this was nonsense
and we'd try to go back to
living our normal lives.
Hey! Hi, everyone!
I would have to stare at Arnold
across the dinner table
and it was just the two of us.
There was really
nothing between us
except these children
that we yelled at.
We named the cottage
"Peaceful Pond Cottage"
because we were looking for
Any comment on
your personal life, sir?
It's personal.
Oh, my god.
Hey, how you doing?
Oh, my god.
Oh, my god.
Yes! Finally.
- Is that him?
- That could be he.
Sh*t.
Oh, my god.
Oh, my god.
Room service.
Oh, god.
You order a son?
You looking for me?
Surprise. Hi. Look at me. Look.
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