Roman philosopher Seneca once said,
"He who fears will never be free."
Hello and welcome to <i> Case Closed</i> .
"He who fears will never be free."
We should all learn this by heart.
Very important.
Let's welcome our first case.
Please bring out the litigants.
If there's something life's taught me is that crime pays.
Some people are like vultures.
They can't wait to eat your remains.
-Good afternoon and welcome. -Good afternoon, ma'am.
Brenda, you're suing Martin.
Tell me who he is, why you're suing him,
and what you're requesting to settle this case.
Good afternoon, ma'am.
Martin was married to my late mother.
She died, unfortunately.
I'm suing him for $200,000.
I want to open a domestic violence organization.
Also damages to my family
and because we won't ever see my mother again because of him.
So now I'm some kind of charity?
Hold on. Wait for your turn.
-A foundation? -Listen.
-That's what the cops are for. -Just listen. Stop talking.
-Okay. -Let me explain.
Go ahead.
I'm from Chicago.
My mother used to live with him on a farm in McAllen.
-McAllen, Texas? -Exactly.
I used to talk to my mother all the time.
One day, she started acting strange.
You could hear it in her voice.
She looked down, but always said everything was fine.
As her daughter, I knew something was wrong.
-Were they married? -Yes, ma'am.
-They were? -For five years.
-Five? -Yes.
One day, I got a call
telling me something terrible had happened.
When I arrived, I found out my mother had died.
I went to the cops, obviously. I thought he had killed her.
That's the first thing that came to mind.
-Why, though? -Because he used to hit her.
He was abusive towards her.
I don't know. He treated her like crap.
She never told me herself, but I know he did.
I'd hear her crying.
Whenever we talked, I'd hear her sobbing.
What happened to her?
Unfortunately, she killed herself.
She killed herself? How?
She shot herself in the head.
The cops said there was nothing they could do.
I found some evidence I'd like you to see.
-Bring it here. -Maybe you could check it out.
Sure I can.
-Where did you find this? - I found it...
Martin allowed me to get my mother's belongings.
Amongst other things, I found my mother's bible
with that recording hidden in it.
-This is a recorder, right? -Yes, ma'am.
And you heard whatever's in here, right?
Yes, ma'am.
And you transcribed the recording.
Yes.
I went to the cops and they ruled it as a suicide.
They couldn't help me. That's why I'm here.
I know you'll help me avenge my mother's death.
Okay. Go back.
Let's see what's in here.
So you transcribed some of your mother's messages, huh?
Yes.
Okay. Let's see.
"Another day, another horrible day with this man.
I can't take it anymore. Three years of suffering.
He wants to get rid of me.
He's such a coward he wants me to kill myself.
He's such a coward he won't do it himself.
He even told me where the gun is.
This is torture."
Does production have the recording?
Let's hear it, please.
<i> Another day, another</i> <i> horrible day with this man.</i>
<i> I can't take it anymore.</i> <i> Three years of suffering.</i>
<i> I can't live like this.</i> <i> He wants to get rid of me.</i>
<i> He's such a coward he wants me</i> <i> to kill myself.</i>
<i> He's such a coward</i> <i> he won't do it himself.</i>
<i> -He even told me...</i> <i> -Maria! </i>
<i> ...where the gun is.</i>
<i> -Coming! </i> <i> -Where are you?</i>
<i> This is torture.</i> <i> I can't take it anymore.</i>
Let's hear another one.
<i> Thank God I'm</i> <i> feeling better today.</i>
<i> I want to live.</i>
<i> I don't know how I put up</i> <i> with this bastard.</i>
<i> -It's beyond me.</i> <i> -What are you doing, Maria?</i>
<i> Nothing, sweetie.</i> <i> Praying.</i>
<i> I thought you'd have</i> <i> killed yourself by now.</i>
<i> No, no... </i>
<i> Make me something to eat.</i> <i> Kill yourself later.</i>
<i> Sure, honey. </i> <i> I'll be right up.</i>
<i>Make me that spicy sauce I like.</i>
<i> Of course, sweetie. </i>
So she was recording her life, huh?
There's one here that goes,
"My daughter's love is the strength
that will get me out of here.
He's the devil."
You didn't know what was going on?
Unfortunately, no.
Not until I started going through her things.
That's how I found out what she was doing.
She always seemed down.
She'd cry, but... she'd hold it back.
I'd hear him screaming. The way he...
Did you ever ask her to stop putting up with him?
"Why don't you dump him? Why won't you come to Chicago?"
She was scared. You could hear it in her voice.
-She was scared of him. -She loved me.
How could she love him?
You could hear the fear in her voice.
She was terrified of him.
But she never did anything.
No, never.
Okay. Got it.
That's the reason you want the $200,000.
Like I said before,
I want to open a domestic violence organization.
There are lots of women, who just like my mother,
are terrified to speak up against domestic violence.
They're afraid these men will hurt them even more,
so they keep quiet.
Now you can talk, Martin.
If you pay attention to the recording,
you can tell she wasn't really there.
I asked her several times to go see a doctor.
She wouldn't hear me out, though.
I never thought she'd kill herself.
But you did ask her to make you soup
if she wasn't going to kill herself.
-She'd always say... -It's something you discussed.
Because she'd always threaten me with the same thing,
but she never would.
I'd always tell her not to do it.
I'd even tell her to wait for death to come to her
instead of looking for it.
There's a part here where she says you hit her stomach
so hard she couldn't go to the bathroom.
Anyone can record themselves
blaming other people for a stomach pain.
So according to you, you never hurt her.
We did have issues like any other couple.
No one ever called the cops or the paramedics.
Why? Because I never hurt her.
-She was terrified of him. -She loved me.
She feared him.
Did you ever get into a fight?
Did you ever get into an argument
-that ended in violence? -Sometimes.
Sometimes I'd go home only to find she was having an episode.
I'd usually go away, but sometimes
I had to throw her down onto the couch
to calm her down before talking to her.
Whenever I left, she'd call me. "Come back. I'll change."
I'd always go back.
She won't accept the fact that I loved her.
-Look, Martin. -I hoped she'd change.
You loved her? Please.
So you think your wife had mental problems?
Yes.
-And she'd talk about suicide. -Yes.
Why didn't you secure your gun then?
Because we always have it laying around.
We've always had weapons in our house.
They're for protection.
Against?
Thieves, wild animals and such.
We need guns to protect ourselves.
Okay.
But if she was so depressed, why didn't you hide it from her?
Because I never thought she'd do it.
She'd always said she'd kill herself, but...
-She never did. -That's why...
I'd always tell her to seek help, but...
What happened the day she finally did it?
Anything different... out of the ordinary?
-Yes. -What happened?
That day... I remember like it was yesterday.
Lots of calls.
"Come back. Let's talk."
I'd tell her, "I'm busy at work."
I was taking some horses to Houston.
I couldn't just leave everything behind.
I live off of my horses.
When I finally made it home, she was already dead.
I called the cops myself.
They couldn't blame it on anybody.
Here's evidence that she killed herself.
You drove her to it. She was fine.
She was crazy. You never saw it.
-You're wrong. -You didn't live with her.
I didn't, but as her daughter, I could tell she was afraid.
Same way parents know
there's something wrong with their children.
I knew something was wrong.
I could hear it in her voice.
Why didn't you go visit her then?
Because I have my own life to live.
I have children.
Says here she shot herself.
No evidence of drugs or anything.
Now she wants money like I'm some kind of bank.
Okay. Who has witnesses?
-I do. -Me too.
Let's take a short break.
Was your mother ever diagnosed
with any kind of mental illness?
-Never. -Never? Okay.
-Severe depression maybe? -No.
Did she leave a suicide note behind?
A letter or something... the day she killed herself?
Only what she told me on the phone.
Good afternoon, ma'am. What's your name?
Good afternoon, ma'am. My name's Lilia.
I'm here on behalf of Martin.
I have nothing but praise for him, ma'am.
-He's generous... -How do you know him?
I worked for them for three years.
-In their ranch? -Yes.
Mrs. Maria, his wife, was completely nuts.
-A schizo. -How dare you?
She was. You never lived with them.
How dare you badmouth my mother?
Hold on.
Lilia, you're not a psychiatrist.
-No, ma'am. -You can't diagnose her.
Tell me how her behavior led you to think she was sick.
Sure. She hit me once, ma'am.
Like I said, she was crazy.
She was insecure. She didn't believe in herself.
She hit me because she thought I was sleeping with her husband.
I wanted to report her to the police,
but Martin asked me not to.
I didn't do it to protect him.
He's a gentleman who always treated her right.
They were probably lovers. That's why my mother hit her.
Why else would she do it?
Please bring out the plaintiff's witness.
That way.
Speaking of money-hungry women.
Good afternoon.
You're here on behalf of the plaintiff.
-What's your name? -Martha. I'm his ex-wife.
-Martin's? -Yes.
-She's an ex from Mexico. -...from Mexico.
He used to hit me very hard.
-He's a brute. -Not anymore.
Yes, you are.
He'd hit me so often I can't have children anymore.
Why didn't she kill herself? She's here talking to you.
I almost did.
Thank Goodness I was able to get away from him.
Okay.
Please bring out Dr. Geysha Menendez
and Mrs. Lizette Sierra while you're at it.
Who does the ranch belong to?
Me.
Is it true your wife...
Why wasn't it in her name too?
We never deemed it necessary. That was her home anyway.
I don't know where she's getting the $200,000 from.
It's say that house is valued at $110,000 tops.
Excuse me, ma'am.
In this country, when you're married,
things belong to both partners, not just one.
That depends.
If he bought it before getting married, then...
My mother is partial owner of that house.
She had savings.
$10,000. That's all she had.
It's obvious that if you're married,
both signatures are needed to buy a house.
Why are you telling me this?
Do you want to inherit part of it?
No, I don't.
Like I said, I want to help victims of domestic abuse.
Get a job and then worry about helping other women.
He's a good person. She doesn't deserve a dime.
Yeah, yeah. I know.
Okay. Dr. Menendez...
She stated her mother was being systematically abused by him.
Can fear force you to internalize your feelings
to the point you end up killing yourself?
Yes, ma'am.
The problem with abuse...
it being emotional, psychological or physical,
is the loss of self-esteem
and self-preservation by the victim.
All that emotional support they need from their families
is taken away from them.
That feeling of isolation becomes fear.
Abusers make themselves indispensable
in their victims' lives.
People like this need to get help.
This feeling of isolation... becomes fear...
-And pressure... -Exactly.
That's obviously not the answer.
Have you ever heard of a civil case like this one?
Yes. They're extremely hard.
People who commit suicide are heavily prejudiced against
since it's believed they're just...
Mentally unstable.
Now, when it comes to bullying and domestic violence,
there are cases where the victim's family
have been indemnified for damages
due to the death of a family member,
be it by negligence or abuse caused by the perpetrator
that led to self-inflicted actions.
Okay. My ruling.
Money won't solve this problem, people.
It won't.
People's consciences will. "I'm a victim. I need help."
Keeping shut will only enslave you to that fear.
It'll either drive you to kill yourself due to a depression,
or you'll end up being killed by your aggressor.
The secret to all these cases is to seek help.
We can't let ourselves be paralyzed by fear.
Our lives depend on it.
I grant you $100,000.
That's my ruling. Case closed.
$100,000? Not fair!
We'll take a short break a
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