Capturing the Friedmans

Well, this is private,

so if you don't,

if you're not me,

then you really shouldn't

be watching this,

because this is supposed to be

a private situation

between me and me.

This is between me now

and me in the future.

So turn it off.

Don't watch this.

This is private.

If you're the fucking,

oh, God, the cops.

And if you're the fucking cops,

go f*ck yourselves,

because you're full of shit.

Back in 1984, US Customs had

seized some child pornography,

addressed from the Netherlands,

in the mail to Arnold Friedman.

Now, he never got that

piece of mail,

but his name was

forwarded on to us.

So what we would do then

would be to initiate

a correspondence with

Arnold in the hopes

that we can determine if he is

in fact willing to violate

the statute again about mailing

or receiving child pornography.

"Dear Stan, the book is

Joe, 14, and his uncle."

I think I'd like you to send me

something, sort of good faith,

and I will forward this rather

precious book to you.

"Thanks, Arnie."

See, it's very hard

to believe that

this so-called "good

marriage" was so disturbed.

He sent him these pictures,

and he sent him a note

that I remember, because

the lawyer got the note.

And then he wrote, "Enjoy."

Since he had sent the magazine,

he was always asking

for it back.

So I asked the prosecutors,

"Let's grant him his wish.

He wants his magazine back."

I dressed up as a mail carrier,

knocked on his door,

asked him if he was

Arnold Friedman.

He replied he was.

And I said, "I have

a package for you."

Sign right here."

He did.

About an hour later,

we went back.

We would give him some

time with the magazine.

I'm dressed now.

I just put a blue suit jacket

over the carrier's uniform.

And I told him, "I have a search

warrant for child pornography."

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