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and it's real, real important, okay?

What?

Do you accept Jesus Christ

as your Lord and personal Savior?

Oh, my God! Vanessa,

you're really scaring me.

Tell me now, Bob.

I need to know.

Do you believe that Jesus Christ

is your Lord and personal Savior?

Yes. Yes, I do.

I swear.

Good. That's really good.

Oh, God, not like this.

Oh, God.

Dear God,

that was so f***in' bad.

But I was at a loss,

so I left it up to You.

I love You with all my heart and I hope

You don't hate me more than You do.

Please bless Mama, Larry

and Chopper.

Amen.

- Yeah, sure thing. Regular?

- Yeah.

Be right back.

My God! Did you see...

What the hell?

I think I'll have the

"Double He-Man Breakfast"...

and a large size cherry cola.

What?

I must look a fright.

Got a washroom?

Dr. Barnes, 4721.

Dr. Kenseno to I.C.U.

Nurse Bowman to the Nursery.

One moment, please.

Please.

Call the police.

Help me.

Call...

my wife, please.

- Freeze! Police!

- Hi, Officer. What's up?

- Let's go! Come on.

- Sir, I did nothin' wrong.

- Shut up.

- I did nothin' wrong!

We got a gun!

We got a gun.

- Big wow.

- Back inside, sir.

God, half the goddamn world's got a gun.

You're gonna throw me in this car...

Enough!

Give me a goddamn break.

What? What, you're not even

goin' to speak to me, Mr. Oink Man?

- I bet you like snatching girls.

- Back it up.

Mr. Wolverton.

Mr. Wolverton's just learned he's going

to have to undergo a radical colectomy.

That's rough.

Yeah? Jesus.

There's detectives from the sheriff's

department who need to speak to you.

As soon as we finish

our neurologic test.

Mr. Wolverton?

Mr. Wolverton? Mr. Wolverton,

can you hear me?

I'm Garnet Wallace

from the sheriff's department.

I know you're in a lot of pain,

but can you take a moment?

I wanna show you a photograph. Tell me

if this is the person that shot you.

Is this the person that shot you?

- Yes!

- Are you sure?

This is the person that shot you?

Okay. You'll be all right.

Oh, God! Please!

Give me the f***in' morphine!

Oh, please!

Mrs. Wolverton, your husband

gave a positive identification.

What happens now?

- Well, you have to keep in mind...

- Please!

This is a juvenile

we're talking about.

- What? You're gonna let her free?

- I didn't say we're gonna let her free.

She can be incarcerated

up to the age of 25.

For that? Look at him.

Ten years?

My husband is in there with God knows

how many bullets in his head

and in his back.

She deliberately shot him

over and over again.

- I want her held responsible.

- Mrs. Wolverton.

I assure you that whoever did this

isn't just gonna walk away.

What if he dies?

If he dies, I think that she should

be put in the electric chair.

- Gas.

- What?

We use gas in California.

I think you know

what I mean, Detective.

I certainly hope that the people

who are prosecuting this case

can muster a little more sensitivity

for the rights of the victims...

- than you appear to have.

- I didn't mean to sound uncaring.

I want that little monster

to pay for this. For me.

For my husband. For the next person

that she'll end up hurting or killing...

if, God forbid,

she's allowed back on the streets again.

- Vanessa Lutz.

- Yes, sir?

My name is Garnet Wallace,

and this is my partner Mike Breer.

We're with the

L.A. Sheriff's Department.

You're that guy on TV,

aren't you?

Investigating the I-5 murders.

Y'all can take a f***in' cruise, 'cause

I took care of that piece of sh*t.

Mr. Wolverton's in critical condition,

but he isn't dead.

Oh, yeah, right.

I shot him so many times.

Aren't you concerned about being tried

as an adult for murder?

Vanessa, the reason that we're here

is to give you an opportunity

to change your story.

That would make me

a big fat liar, wouldn't it?

Look, kid, cooperate

'cause right now,

we're the best friends you've got.

Yeah, I'm so sure.

- You don't believe we're your friends?

- I believe you're out to ruin me.

Look, I never said I wouldn't talk.

I might not happen to say

what y'all wanna hear.

You want me to talk, that's fine,

but let me call me fiance right after.

Fine. No problem.

Now talk.

What do you wanna know?

Did Mr. Wolverton say

he was the I-5 Killer?

He didn't say he wasn't.

- I haven't said I'm the I-5 Killer.

- Yeah.

And you haven't said you're gonna

slash me dead with a razor,

and do sex to my dead body neither.

Mr. Wolverton said that to you?

Yeah, right after

he cut off all my hair.

Then he called me

one of them "garbage people".

Then I asked him if he was that killer,

and he started smilin' all proud-like.

You have an opportunity now

to clear your conscience.

I told the truth...

and truth is eternal.

Vanessa Lutz.

You still haven't told us why you were

walking around with a loaded gun anyway?

I was gonna sell it

to finance my trip.

Yet you ended up shooting some poor slob

who had the decency to give you a ride.

Yeah, except for the decency part.

When did you decide to rob him?

Was it before or after you shot him?

Look, that perv owed me for pain and

sufferin', so yeah, I took his money.

- Why didn't you turn him in?

- I wanted to.

But he kept sayin' it would be

his word against mine,

and that he'd get off

and I would go to foster care again.

And aside from that, I knew if I let

him go, he would go kill another girl.

And that would've been my fault.

And I couldn't have lived

with that. Never.

No way.

Why were you so convinced

we wouldn't believe you?

'Cause I've been in the system,

and once you've been in it once,

ain't no one never gonna

believe you again.

That's just how it goes.

Tell us about your past

legal problems.

It's all in my file.

I want to hear it from you.

All right. When I was younger, I used

to have this problem with shoplifting.

And I got caught and...

the judge sent me

to this group therapy session

for these girls who are

supposed to be klepto.

How many times were you

arrested for shoplifting?

Seven times.

What else?

Okay. Now this is gonna sound bad,

but it's not as bad as it seems.

But I learned later that

I had this problem with anger.

But I don't have that problem no more.

Just answer the question.

Back in Texas, these cops said

that I lit this shed on fire.

You were arrested for arson?

Yeah, but nobody got hurt.

It was no big deal.

The judge even said I could

get it "explunged" from my record

if I was to go to

these group therapy sessions

with all them teenagers

who are supposed to be firebugs.

But...

that judge got switched,

so that's why it's still there.

How many times were you

arrested for arson?

Three times.

Okay. What else?

Come on, Vanessa.

Tell us.

Soliciting.

Just doin' what came natural, huh?

Hey, Mike.

What's that supposed to mean?

- Let's get back to the questions.

- No.

What's that supposed to mean?

You think prostitution comes natural,

like bein' a n*gger?

You don't like

bein' called a n*gger?

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