Then Robert was on this end of the table and he said something and he grabbed the pitchfork and he come in with the pitchfork trying to go after his daddy with the baby in his hand with the pitchfork after his daddy. I grabbed the pitchfork and he said, "I'll hit you with it, too." >> This terrifying outburst was not a sudden event, but the violent peak of a family's collapse. The man at the center, Robbie, was a father wrestling with demons that were finally consuming him. His mental health, already fragile from schizophrenia and PTSD, had been deteriorating for days. >> He tried to hang himself and come over here last night to talk to him, calm him down. When I got here, he screwed the door shut and kept me in there. >> His partner recounted a horrifying night being held prisoner in their own home. The door screwed shut. She felt utterly trapped, not knowing what he was capable of doing next to her or their child. Her fear was amplified when she received a video of him attempting to hang himself. A desperate cry for help that morphed into a threat. >> So you defend yourself. >> I defend myself. He has me on that couch beating the [ __ ] out of me while I'm down. Done told the man twice I was done and he kept hitting me. >> When police arrived, they found Robbie outside clutching the infant as if the child were his only anchor. He was desperate to tell his side of the story, insisting he was the initial victim in the day's chaos. He claimed his own father assaulted him for a verbal disrespect towards his mother, triggering the violent brawl. >> There's been many times I come home and she had the kid and said, "Take him before I throw him out the yard." Right here, she said it numerous of times. >> In his fractured narrative, he was not the only one posing a danger to the infant. He accused the mother of extreme instability, even claiming she had threatened to abandon their baby in the yard. It was a tangled web of accusations where the line between victim and aggressor had completely blurred. >> Calm down. Calm down. >> Okay, man. I'm ready to die. Take me to jail so I don't die. >> Okay, >> take me. I don't want to go nowhere. Take me to jail. >> As the officers calmly questioned him, Robbiey's composure finally shattered into a million pieces. He saw no way out, believing an arrest meant losing his son forever and a life behind bars. Overwhelmed by this bleak vision, he surrendered to his despair, telling them he was ready to die. Oh, you're good. >> That hurt my back bad. >> Damn it. >> We're We're good. I'm going to take you to the ER. Okay. >> The police acted with decisive care, recognizing this was more than a simple domestic dispute. They detained him not just for the violence, but to get him the urgent psychological help he needed. >> Domestic violence assault causing minor injury in the fourth degree. Second degree unlawful imprisonment and arrest for being mentally ill. The official charges revealed the devastating legal scope of his complete and tragic mental breakdown.