Capturing the Friedmans Page #5

also stands accused

of sex abuse and using a child

in a sexual performance.

The only thought that I just

kept having the whole night

was, "We're gonna get bailed out

and then we'll go home"

and we'll figure out

what's going on,

and the lawyers will

take care of this,

"and they'll straighten

this out."

Because it was still

just a matter of,

"This is a big

misunderstanding."

But when the bail was set

at a million dollars,

instead of going out

with Mom and David

like we were supposed to,

we went back the other way.

And that was the moment when

there was this whole new sense

that the problem was

much worse than I

originally thought.

The investigation didn't

end at that point.

That really was the arrest

and the search of the house.

And then we went on, because we

had literally, at that point

dozens more interviews to do.

Somewhere along the way, I think

it was the Nassau County cops,

they showed me this magazine,

and they said,

"You see?

Look at this magazine."

And they showed me the magazine.

They were embarrassed

to show it to me

because of what

the pictures were.

And you know, I didn't see it.

My eyes were in

the right direction,

but my brain saw nothing.

Because when it was all over,

the lawyer showed me

the magazine, and then I saw it.

For the first time,

I really saw it.

I couldn't believe what I saw.

I mean, I had no concept

that this

thing even exists in the world,

that this magazine would

even be in the world.

I mean, we had

a middle-class home, educated.

I had a good family, right?

Where did this come from?

Mr. and Mrs. Friedman's house

on this most beautiful

Thanksgiving dinner.

For my daughter,

for my son-in-law,

and for my 3 grandsons.

I'm thankful that both my

brothers are home, and

I'm most thankful

to my husband, to Arnie.

Anything you want

to say, Mr. Friedman?

Are you guilty?

Did you do all they say you did?

No comment.

I was the first to visit

my brother in prison.

And that was a moment in

my life I'll never forget.

He came into the room.

I was sitting at this

table, a lot of tables,

and they were crowded.

Just awful surroundings.

And he didn't have

his glasses on.

Without his glasses,

he was blind as a bat.

They'd taken them off and

broken them, stepped on them.

He had a smell of urine.

They were throwing urine at him.

They were threatening to

throw him down the stairs.

They knew what

he was in there for.

It was all over the media.

And he was half-blind and

hadn't shaved in two days

and shivering and cold

and scared out of his wits.

The first words out

of his mouth were,

"Howie, they're gonna kill me.

Get me out of here."

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