NARRATOR: In Commerce City, Colorado,
a family is chatting on their front lawn
when the twin sisters living across the street
begin yelling racial slurs at them.
NARRATOR: According to witnesses,
both sisters are drunk.
One of them allegedly attacked one of the neighbors earlier
in the day, retreating across the street when
the victim called the police.
NARRATOR: Despite the sisters screaming at them in stereo,
the situation serves as a good reminder
that recording neighborhood conflicts
creates not just viral videos, but evidence as well.
NARRATOR: When the police arrive,
the twins immediately try to spin
their version of the events.
NARRATOR: By now, police are familiar with their antics,
having already gotten reports the sisters were drunk and out
of control outside of their home before attacking
their neighbors.
NARRATOR: As the neighbors confirm the victims'
version of the events, the twins are
still running their mouths--
NARRATOR: --with predictable results.
NARRATOR: After watching the recorded evidence,
police arrest the sisters.
Each is charged with two counts of bias-motivated crime
and one count of third-degree trespass.
The family and neighbors thank the local police
department for their quick and helpful response.
OFFICER 1: OK.
Let's go.
NARRATOR: Deptford is a quiet suburb in New Jersey
and where George Naggis, the man driving the car in this video,
believes would be a perfect place to settle
down and raise a family.
Even the fake blue palm trees in his nextdoor neighbor's yard
don't put him off spending his entire savings
on his first house.
However, after he moves in, a dispute
with the same neighbor over the property boundary
threatens to derail his new life.
GEROGE NAGGIS: Don't come over my side anymore.
GEROGE NAGGIS: No, your property-- your property line
is back there.
GEROGE NAGGIS: Where is your surveyor?
GEROGE NAGGIS: Show me the markers.
NARRATOR: The neighbor's claiming
the fence line is inaccurate.
And the caution tape is the actual property line.
GEROGE NAGGIS: It's my post.
GEROGE NAGGIS: OK, coward.
GEROGE NAGGIS: You see your--
GEROGE NAGGIS: You see--
GEROGE NAGGIS: You see your fence?
GEROGE NAGGIS: See your fence? Don't come--
GEROGE NAGGIS: Don't call--
GEROGE NAGGIS: Now you're trespassing.
Boom.
GEROGE NAGGIS: You're trespassing.
NARRATOR: And in fact, in the past two years,
George has called the police at least six times.
GEROGE NAGGIS: (CHUCKLING) OK.
GEROGE NAGGIS: Who jumped over whose fence?
[vocalizing]
GEROGE NAGGIS: [laughs]
GEROGE NAGGIS: Keep acting like that.
NARRATOR: Who can argue with the neighbor who invents
his own property line dance?
Definitely not George.
He can barely contain his laughter.
GEROGE NAGGIS: [laughs]
GEROGE NAGGIS: You stay there.
I got all day too.
NARRATOR: In no mood to back down,
the neighbor starts hammering in posts where he
thinks the boundary should be.
GEROGE NAGGIS: Now you're threatening me.
That will be shown to the prosecutor.
NARRATOR: While most disputes are
settled on the local township level, this one goes to court.
GEROGE NAGGIS: That post will be ripped out.
NARRATOR: Turns out that George owns more than he thinks.
And the neighbor's forced to move his fence three feet back.
The judge issues a no-contact order to prevent
any further harassment. GEROGE NAGGIS: Keep threatening.
See you later, girlfriend.
NARRATOR: This truce holds for a while.
But recently, the neighbor is seen recklessly
firing a BB gun in his yard.
And George reports him to the cops.
They don't press charges.
But this local war rages on.
NARRATOR: It's a rainy afternoon in this Bothell,
Washington suburb.
A truck is making the rounds, delivering everything
from light bulbs to kitty litter to the neighborhood's
residents.
But he's not the only one with a regular schedule.
Seconds after the truck turns the corner,
a car stops in front of a home.
Cutting across the lawn saves time,
but the porch pirate is about to regret taking the shortcut.
It looks like the package thief's lucky day,
finding three mystery boxes.
Until the wet grass delivers an instant dose of karma.
Still trying to make her escape, she
quickly finds out ankles aren't supposed to bend that way.
Now stuck in the mud, her accomplice
is forced to blow his cover to come to her rescue.
NARRATOR: After awkwardly carrying her to the car,
he returns for his top priority, the stolen merch.
With everything and everyone shoved into the car,
the thieves make their getaway.
Hopefully for them, one of the boxes includes an ice pack.
NARRATOR: Annoyed that neighbors keep stealing
his chosen candidate's campaign signs,
this homeowner is ready to defend
his turf, paintball style.
NARRATOR: Lying in wait for hours,
the homeowner watches over his lawn, paintballs
primed and ready for action.
When the sneaky sign bandits make their move,
they get the message loud and clear
to keep their hands to themselves.
[laughter]
Apparently not everyone in the neighborhood
has heard about this homeowner's tenacity
towards protecting his property, for another neighbor
attempts to steal the signs the very next night.
What the [bleep]?
NARRATOR: And he also receives a barrage of paintballs.
So remember, when it comes to lawn signs,
to paraphrase our 44th president, don't steal, vote.
NARRATOR: It's the middle of the night in Bay City, Michigan,
where the neighbors have called police
on a drunk woman causing a ruckus in her neighborhood,
and for doing much worse.
Hi.
What's going on?
Why?
OFFICER 2: You threw the kittens?
Why would you do that?
Cause I live here.
OFFICER 2: Oh.
You don't want them?
NARRATOR: The woman does appear to be intoxicated
and is admitting to what the neighbors said when
they called 911, that she was throwing
kittens out of her window.
OFFICER 2: I don't know.
Someone called us and said that you were--
OFFICER 2: No, no, no, no, ma'am.
Hey. [whistles]
OFFICER 3: Talk to us. OFFICER 2: Talk to us.
I don't know. - I am.
OFFICER 2: No!
NARRATOR: The suspect provides few answers.
So the officer finds some neighbors
to get a clearer picture.
OFFICER 2: Who can give me some information?
Because I'm not getting a whole lot.
NARRATOR: While the other officer tries
to calm the inebriated suspect.
[bleep] you, bitch.
OFFICER 3: Hey!
[bleep] her.
OFFICER 3: Just calm down, all right?
OFFICER 2: Whipping them, throwing them?
OFFICER 2: OK.
OFFICER 3: Just come over here, Lacey.
[bleep] [bleep] I didn't do [bleep]..
OFFICER 3: No, we're fine right here.
OFFICER 3: OK.
My friend and his boys, he told his boys to go get a box
and put them in there. OFFICER 2: OK.
NARRATOR: The officer makes her way
to some kids across the street who have gathered the kittens
and put them in a box for safety.
OFFICER 2: Hi, kiddos.
What's going on?
Nothing?
Making friends with the cats?
They need their mom.
OFFICER 2: Oh, these little guys are too young.
They need their mommy.
NARRATOR: With statements from multiple neighbors,
the officers place the woman under arrest.
OFFICER 2: Lacey, stand up.
OFFICER 2: Yeah.
Put your hands behind your back.
Right now you're under arrest for animal cruelty.
LACEY WILLIAMS: I ain't even do anything.
NARRATOR: Leaving them with one last incredibly important job--
OFFICER 2: Hi, little buddy.
[cat meows]
NARRATOR: --reuniting mama cat with her kittens.
34-year-old Lacey Williams pleads guilty to abandonment
or cruelty to animals and drunk or disorderly conduct
in public.
She is sentenced to 15 months probation
and ordered not to own animals in the future.
But this story does have a happy ending.
The mother cat and her kittens are taken by city animal
control and all quickly adopted into loving
homes, where they don't have to fear
being thrown out of a window.
Doorbell cams offer homeowners a sense
of security for everything from would-be thieves
to unwanted visitors.
Shut up!
NARRATOR: But they also allow parents
to spot which neighborhood kid is up to no good,
like this one in Bend, Oregon, who was on the run from cops
after vandalizing a home.
NARRATOR: 30 minutes later, with the coast now clear,
the boy nonchalantly hops out of the can and makes his escape.
And as long as the owner of the video
doesn't turn it over to the police, this ploy works great.
When it comes to fights between neighbors,
the pettiest argument can turn into a serious confrontation.
I don't [bleep] you are.
I'll kick your ass.
MAN 1: He says he-- - I will kick your.
Ass and don't touch me. - Hit me.
I'm not going to hit you because I know
where I'm going if I hit you.
NARRATOR: These neighbors are heated with one another,
after the taller one allegedly stole,
of all things, his neighbor's Pop Tarts.
Hey, touch me again, I will hit you, man.
NARRATOR: Their group of buddies from around the neighborhood
are recording the entire clash.
I'm not [bleep].
Oh.
Oh, don't touch me!
NARRATOR: Suddenly, the verbal threats take a physical turn.
MAN 1: I tried telling you!
I knew it was going to happen.
NARRATOR: Despite their difference in size,
the smaller neighbor isn't backing down.
In fact, he may even have the upper hand.
MAN 1: Danky's beating your ass.
Danky's beat the [bleep] out of you.
Danky's beating your [bleep] ass.
NARRATOR: The two go to the ground,
where the taller one's size is much less of an advantage.
MAN: Don't let him do it.
NARRATOR: They get back to their feet.
MAN 1: Jay, put--
Jay, put that [bleep] down for being a bitch.
NARRATOR: The taller one swings his keys
wildly at his neighbor.
But the original Pop Tart owner shows no signs
of backing down, bringing the fight back to the ground
and punching his foe in the temple.
MAN 1: Ooh! Ooh.
Damn.
NARRATOR: The two separate to catch their breath
while the neighborhood watches on
and roasts their buddy for fighting
dirty by using his keys.
MAN 1: No, you broke them bitches off.
[bleep] that was a [bleep] ass move.
I can't really give you a prize for that one.
Hit nobody with your key.
NARRATOR: And with the fight over,
the neighbors are able to talk a bit
about what led to the scuffle.
MAN 2: And what happened?
MAN 1: Hey, hey.
MAN 1: Hey.
NARRATOR: The neighbors go their separate ways
and don't confront each other again.
This man proves that if you mess with his food,
it's not about the size of the neighbor in the fight.
It's about the size of the fight in the neighbor.
MAN 1: Ooh.
Damn.