Oh, God, not like this.
Oh, God.
Dear God, that was so fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' cruise, 'cause I took care of that piece of shit.
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 nigger?
You don't like bein' called a nigger?
Well, I don't like being called a natural-born whore. So there.
- Sit down. - No!
He's talkin' to me the way that fuckin' guy did!
Is that why you shot him? Or because you wanted what was in his wallet?
I already told you why I shot him, you shit-skinned motherfucker.
Fine, you fuckin' coon!
I'll kick your black ass all over this fuckin' station!
Shithead.
You okay, Mike?
- Why'd you call him those names? - 'Cause he didn't say he was sorry...
and I knew it would piss him off.
Now, how 'bout that phone call?
Come on, come on. I need another quarter.
Come on!
Hey, Mrs. Wood. Is Chopper there?
Holy shit!
Look who got beat with the ugly stick!
Is that you, Bob?
I can't believe such a little gun could make such a big mess out of someone.
Are you out of your mind?
You are so ugly, Bob!
You know it's gonna cramp your style big-time. You know that?
Especially with little Miss Priss over there.
And, hey, I heard you have one of them big poop bags.
It's attached to your body and all your shit lands in it.
You are a big old shit bag, ain't you, Bob?
You think of me every time you empty that fuckin' thing, motherfucker!
Quiet! Stay there.
All right.
One more word, young lady, and you're going to be gagged.
The People versus Vanessa Julia Lutz.
Your Honor, due to the heinous nature...
of this crime and the defendant's obvious lack of remorse,
the State moves that Vanessa Julia Lutz
be tried as an adult.
Your Honor, my client is an illiterate child.
- One only has to look at her... - I've had my look, counselor.
And I've been listening too.
I'm going to direct Youth Authority to prepare a report on the defendant's...
suitability to be tried as an adult.
Hello there, ladies.
Welcome to Bridgewater.
I'm Mrs. Cullins, and if you follow me,
I'll show you to your beds.
Who am I, am I the type to leave you where you're standing
Damn right so watch the way you're acting
Put you under a microscope and watch you from afar
Rattle up your nerves in every type of war
Staring out the window 'cause you're paranoid thinkin' I'm gonna get ya
I got your mind playin' tricks on you
Venus, this is yours, number eight.
And Vanessa...
number 12.
Hello, Rhonda.
Hey, Mrs. Cullins.
Say hello to Vanessa. Vanessa, this is Rhonda.
How you doing?
I was hoping
that you could show Vanessa around the craft shop later.
I can't.
See, I'm on... I'm on restriction.
Rhonda, what did you do this time?
Mrs. Joiner said...
that I was touching Wanda Z. all inappropriate.
Rhonda.
I swear!
So, who'd you kill?
What makes you think I killed somebody?
'Cause they got you wearin'
one of them orange murder suits.
Only the shooters wear them things.
Actually, I left him for dead...
but he pulled through.
I'm here for huffin' paint.
They put you in here for that?
Durin' the strip search...
they found this gram of tar in my cooch.
Do you like tar?
No. Heroin's way too gnarly for me.
I don't get...
how a person
could go through their whole lives never being into girls.
I just... I love girls.
You can keep 'em.
You don't know what you're missing.
Chola alert.
- How many? - Three.
But you only gotta worry about one.
Oye.
Cockerbunny.
They got you to cheat school
or what?
Bitch.
I'm fuckin' talkin' to you, man.
My name is Vanessa Julia Lutz.
Say it! Cunt!
415, inmates only, module 1700.
Say my name before I break your goddamn neck!
Bitch!
Stick it in her. Stick it in her!
Break it up!
Hey! Let go of me!
Get her to the infirmary!
- Oh, dear. - Right in there.
This isn't going to hurt a bit, sweetie.
And afterwards, you can have a nice little nap.
We can remove those pesky restraints now.
Get off me!
Hi, honey.
- Grandma? - Here I am.
- Hi, honey. - Grandma?
Grandma?
Vanessa Julia Lutz.
Inmate shows no remorse for her crimes.
Inmate is combative.
Refuses to accept responsibility for her actions.
Recommendations:
This inmate appears to be a sophisticated criminal...
and an extreme danger to society,
and should be required to pay the penalty for her actions...
in a facility for adult criminals.
Diagnosis:
antisocial personality disorder.
Prognosis:
very poor.
Recommendations:
Oh, this individual is probably too far gone
to benefit from corrective behavior modification
of the kind offered in a setting for juveniles.
Hello, Vanessa. Do you think you can join
the rest of us now?
If nobody gives me no more problems.
We need to put an end to the system that lets dangerous, violent thugs...
be prosecuted as juveniles, rather than as adults,
even when they have committed the most vicious crimes.
Hi, this is Janice Miller of Inside View.
We're here with Mr. Robert Wolverton and his wife Mimi Wolverton...
at their home in Orange County.
Would you describe some of the hardships
you've had to endure since this ordeal began?
My husband's been permanently disfigured.
How can he work with children again?
His appearance... Well, it frightens them.
He's unable to have sexual relations.
You're saying your husband is no longer capable...
of achieving an erection?
That part of our lives is over now.
What makes me so angry
is how that little monster ridiculed us during her preliminary hearing.
And the media.
How dare the media talk about how horrible her life is.
What about us?
Psychopath. She's been locked up, nine, ten times?
Why was she ever let back out on the streets again?
If the teenager who allegedly shot your husband were here,
what would you say to her?
Was it worth the $ 300 she stole from him?
Are you bitter...
Mr. Wolverton?
Well, Janice...
after all the wonderful letters
that we received from across the country...
My neck may not function, but I have not lost my smile.
No, I'm not a bitter man.
I know there's a lot of people looking for some real-life heroes.
I think I found a few.
Their courage is a real inspiration.
Stay tuned for an unusual story
about a couple of sweltering polar bears in Texas.
Holy shit.
It's okay.
Want me to go get you some party punch?
No, I ain't thirsty.
You're all wigged out, huh?
I get all these bad nightmares once I get out of isolation.
God...
I am so happy to get out.
I mean, I can't...
I can't even sleep at all...
let alone have nightmares.
For me, it's like I get all shrunk down.
I don't get what you mean.
It's like I get like a cat or a dog or somethin'.
You can tell I'm just like they all are.
If I get in the hole much longer, I'm gonna be like this hermit...
shunning all human contact.
Scared-like.
It's like that song says, Vanessa.
People need people.
I ain't so sure about that, Rhonda.
What is it that you think that you need?
I'll tell you. Back in the hole, I decided
all I need to live was my will...
and a knife's good too,
so you don't feel so at the mercy of events.
- Wow. You made this? - Yeah.
My stepfather Larry showed me how.
It's pretty cool, huh?
What are you gonna do with it?
Get the hell outta here.
You might have to mess up some of the staff.
You really feel sorry for them people?
Think normal people wake up one day and decide they're going to work in prison?
They're perverts...
every last one of them.
Any of them fuckos get in my way, I'm gonna make them wish they hadn't.
Do you like that?
I'll make out with you...
but no fucking.
I'm straight.
Okay, you two.
Your Honor, it's obvious my client is an unstable child.
It says here: "Nearly illiterate, emotionally immature,
prone to impulsivity, unpredictable..."
Your Honor, she is charged with a gruesome crime.
Counselor, please.
It goes on to say she should be tried as an adult.
She will be tried as an adult.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Jury selection will commence on June 8 at 10:00 a.m.
Are we leaving?
What are y'all lookin' at? Fuck all y'all.
Fuck you, chipmunk face, and your fuckin' skipper wife.
I see here that you and Vanessa were arrested together twice in two years.
Yeah.
We needed money. We thought it would be grown-up turning tricks
on Warren Avenue outside the Snack-N-Shop.
Except we got pinched in five minutes. Bitch.
You two were engaged in acts of prostitution in the sixth grade?
We were only gonna jack 'em off is all.
Did you ever see Vanessa
act in an overtly hostile way to an actual human being?
You mean like blow somebody's brains out all over the place?
- You think that's funny? - Yeah.
What about her boyfriend who passed away?
It was pretty exclusive.
Okay, Cherry, that'll be all for now. Thank you.
I know she's blowing it over him.
Well, what do you know?
- She's a coal-burner. - What's a coal-burner?
It means her boyfriend's black.
Are you surprised?
- Aren't you? - You know, Mike...
every kid we've spoken to about this Lutz girl...
seems to hold her in very high regard.
Look at her friends. They're the most fucked-up kids I've ever seen.
- Still, something just doesn't... - What?
- I gotta go back to the crime scene. - It's two-and-a-half hours away.
Wallace!
Go. Get it out of your system.
Go on.
Diamonds on the back, ladies. Diamonds on the back.
I'm going to get some jerky. Stay in line!
Don't forget to wash your hands now, ladies.
Do you think that little guard's cute?
I guess. Yeah, sort of punky.
Better watch out 'cause it's gonna get crazy in here in a second.
You gonna cut up that cute guard?
- If he gets in my way, I will. - Well, you're stupid...
if you think you can get past both them.
What the fuck do you care what happens to me?
I'm here on double murder, okay? In two years, I'm gonna be 18.
I'm going to be sent to Frontera for 20 years, so why shouldn't I help?
Because two heads
are a lot fuckin' better than one head.
Hurry up in there, ladies.
- Come on, now. - All right.
- Don't you fuckin' breathe! - Vanessa.
- I'm dead serious. What did I say? - Where did the hack go?
He-he went to get...
a beef treat, Mesquita.
- And he'll be right back. - Shut up.
- You can't get by the both of us. - Shut up!
- Think about it... - Shut up!
- My sister Brenda thinks you're cute. - I do not.
- You do too. - Where's Mrs. Cullins?
I don't know.
Who told you you could fight?
- You didn't have to kill me. - What?
- You didn't have to kill me! - I didn't, you dirty little pervert.
Gimme your goddamn car keys before I cut your pecker off.
That won't feel very good, will it?
- He sure is bloody. - I still think he's cute.
Move the fuckin' leg, man!
- Move your fuckin' face! - Mesquita, I'd really like to go now.
Good night, everybody!
My homeys are here, Vanessa.
I missed you so much.
You smell the same.
- What happened? - I was playing with ketchup.
This is... my little bunkie Vanessa.
Quiere un carro. Okay?
And don't you worry, Cacahuete. Everything will be all right.
All right.
- You look pretty. - Thanks.
So... you won't think I sound all feminist and shit.
It's like...
the one thing that I learned in jail is that...
girls gotta help out other girls, you know?
Especially convict girls 'cause...
if they don't, they oughta be fucking dead.
- Know what I mean? - I hear what you're sayin'.
Need me to drop that off anywhere?
No. The owner, he won't mind.
Badass.
You're going to need this, girl.
Oh, Mesquita, you already done too much for me.
This ain't even $20. This bomb's a total gas hog. Don't be stupid.
You know what I really need is a gun.
You gonna give her my juguete.
I'll get you another one, pendejo.
I'll get you a cellular too and a beeper.
I'll get ahold of your ass.
Watch out for the pigs, Vanessa.
Yeah, I'm sorry for busting your nose that time.
I was just real upset that day.
Oh, that hurt. I'm all trying to work it...
so I can get you to put out with me later on.
I guess I went about it pretty dumb, huh?
Mesquita, I'd put out for you any day of the week.
I only do that in lockup.
Come here.
Good morning, Mrs. Wolverton.
- Have you found her? - No, we haven't.
- I don't think you're in any danger. - Oh, really.
Well, your life hasn't been ruined by this little monster, has it?
Is your husband here now?
No. He's at St. John's doing his physical therapy.
Now what the hell are you doing here?
Go over to the hospital and escort Mr. Wolverton back here, please.
Why?
Mrs. Wolverton, I have a search warrant here.
- What? - If you would just sign anywhere.
I'm not signing anything.
Steve, make note that Mrs. Wolverton refused to sign the search warrant.
- I don't believe this. - So noted.
Take care of downstairs.
And make sure you check out the garage, backyard, everything.
What's this all about?
Mrs. Wolverton, certain evidence has come to light,
which we are duty bound to investigate.
- What sort of evidence? - I would prefer to discuss it...
in the presence of your husband, if you don't mind.
There's a...
There's a storage shed out back. I'm going to take a look.
You wouldn't happen to have the key, would you?
- Fuck you. - Didn't think so.
Robert Wolverton. Correct.
Age 32.
Yeah, forensics is on its way.
Tony found some remains. Human, animal... Who knows?
Mrs. Wolverton...
were you aware your husband had mental problems?
Those...
Those were...
Those were child...
Children?
Yes.
Just like the Lutz girl we've been dying to see get strapped in the gas chamber.
- Will you ease up on her? - Fuck her!
Jesus.
Por favor.
Gracias.
Hey, ladies! żDonde estan los chicos?
ĦSexo!
Yeah, muy bueno.
Want to score, baby? Come on.
Fuck you too.
Hey, babe. Ooh, me so horny.
Yeah, what about now?
Fuck you too.
Back again, huh?
Want to fuck?
How much?
Depends on what you're into.
Do you suck cock?
Sure. I can do that.
I just wanna get sucked.
All right. Find us an alley and I'll take care of you where you're sitting.
I'll pay $25.
I can live with that. Let's go.
- You're underage, aren't you? - Is that a problem?
No.
Young people gotta live too.
Sure got that right. Now get 'em all down, okay?
Makes it a whole lot easier that way.
And gimme all your money! All of it!
Goddamn it!
Jesus! Okay! Hey, I'm sorry, okay?
- I was aimin' at your head, mister! - Okay, I'm sorry.
If you get this over quick, we'll both be a lot happier.
My money's in my briefcase in the backseat.
Don't move it!
Just lean over and open it up where it's laying.
And keep your pants where they are, Mr. Dirty Mouth!
Don't swing that motherfuckin' thing at me, or I swear to God you're dead!
Believe me?
Why are you doing this?
Because I'm pissed off and the whole world owes me. Now gimme your money!
Where's the rest of it?
That's all I got.
You was just gonna give me five dollars!
Please, please. Just take it, okay? Please?
Get out of the goddamn car right now, you little pecker snot!
Right now!
No!
Get all them panties off before I get really pissed!
You think I'm kiddin'?
Now get your ass in the trunk.
Please...
I'm claustrophobic.
Well, I get claustrophobic suckin' strange dick. Get in there!
Please, I gotta pee.
Well, pee in there, motherfucker! I ain't kiddin'!
Now!
Dumbass.
I'm sorry, sir. This is a no-smoking restaurant.
You really are a dear, Flo.
Would you care for a warm-up?
No, thank you. I'd like to order.
What would you like?
Some chicken soup,
with a fucking straw.
Let me out! I'm dying in here!
Oh, you are? Well, do it now.
Will you slow down, for Christ's sake? You're gonna get us killed.
There... There's the exit.
Grandma!
Let me out. I'm dying in here.
Grandma, it's me!
It's me, Vanessa!
Hey, Grandma.
It's me, Vanessa.
Hi, Grandma.
Grandma, wake up.
It's time to wake up.
I'm your granddaughter. I'm here to take care of you forever and ever.
Why are you hiding?
Here, let me see.
Them's some big ugly fuckin' teeth you got, Bob.
How do you like that, Vanessa?
You like how that fucking feels?
- What did you do with my grandma? - Do you want to see your grandma?
What do you think of grandma, kid?
You fucker!
- You killed my grandma! - That's not all I did to grandma.
Naomi.
Naomi, listen. I brought you an extension cord...
Die, you piece of dick! Dead!
Die, you fucker!
Back inside!
My God!
Die, you piece of shit!
Goddamn pig!
Let's go!
Fuckin' perv!
Piece of shit!
Die!
Come on.
Oh, shit.
Get out of there. Get out of there!
Holy shit.
Y'all got a cigarette?