All language subtitles for The Co-Ed Killer Mind Of A Monster-English

As a kid, I used to fantasize about swallowing an eyeball.

Like some kind of weird trip.

But I got tired of fantasizing, and really wanted to do it.

It's not hard to chop off someone's head.

Once I did, I thought, "Shit."

"She's sweet. Wondering if she tastes as sweet?"

That's when I realized I was a crazy killer.

The sight of Edmund Emil Kemper III is in itself a horrible experience.

He is 2.06 meters tall, and weighs about 127 kilos.

But the crimes he is charged with are even more horrific.

My dad was the first psychiatrist to talk to Kemper.

I still have the original recordings-

-which was done when he interviewed Kemper in custody before the trial-

-when the defense attorney asked him-

-to decide if he was crazy or not when he committed his crimes.

I do not think anyone has listened to the tapes since 1973.

I got so pissed off at society.

"To hell with everything. I'll ruin what society likes most."

These are old documents that have been archived for decades.

And at the top is my dad's testimony from the trial.

When I was little, I sat next to the artist who drew the illustrations.

My name is Monty Lunde, and I'm Donald T. Lunde's eldest son.

A psychiatrist summoned to Ed Kemper's trial.

This is a photo of Dad in his office, surrounded by us five children-

-about the same time he was working on the Kemper case.

This is a photo of me and my dad.

It was taken in 1973. He looks very young.

I do not think he had a single gray hair until the day he died.

He was 1.73 m tall. Not a special reverence offer-

- unless you said no to him.

I learned early on not to get into a discussion with him.

I think he was the youngest associate professor at Stanford University.

At the time, he was taking me to jail when he interviewed Kemper.

It was a great experience for me.

PRISON IN SAN MATEO

I had to wait in a waiting room, but I could see into the prison.

And I could hear everything.

It was loud, the rattling of bars and people screaming.

It was a very chaotic environment.

My dad went in and interviewed Ed Kemper for almost two hours.

- It's very loud here. - Yes.

What do you have there? A small access card?

Yes, you get one when you enter. Otherwise you will not be released again.

But I got the wrong kind. I got one for lawyers.

The doctor's cards are probably out of stock.

My dad has a dry sense of humor.

And I hear a bit of that when he talks about the pass.

"Maybe they thought I was a lawyer."

He was disarming in that way-

-speaking to them as ordinary people.

He wanted them to trust him.

I have to ask some specific questions about each victim

-and things related to your state of mind.

The thought just pops up all of a sudden.

How it would feel to kill someone.

Small flashbacks that drove me crazy.

It started in May last year, in Santa Cruz.

I'm looking at two photos of me.

Geez, have I really been that young?

My name is Luita Spangler, and I graduated from UC Santa Cruz.

I went to their university in 1971.

The university had only been open for six years.

It felt like a whole new universe.

I was young and healthy and everything felt possible.

We revolted against the values of the 1950s which said:

"Women go to college to get a wife's degree."

That was the joke.

We did not take a bachelor's degree but a wife's degree.

And women who went to university were called "co-eds" -

which was an abbreviation of "co-educational".

This meant that the university accepted both men and women.

But only women were called "co-eds", which was sexualizing.

I do not know how many porn videos that contained the word "co-eds".

"Co-eds i sängen", "Co-eds kör hårt".

It was the kind of world we wanted to crush.

The campus itself was located on a hill.

Something we often talked about was "the city on the hill".

And it was a bit outside the city.

We got to travel. Many of us worked, and we could not afford cars.

There were buses, but they did not go that often, so we hitchhiked.

-Hello! -Jump in.

That was interesting. You met people and it cost nothing.

And as newly independent women-

-who decided for ourselves, so we hitchhiked.

7 MAY 1972

One thing I liked about Santa Cruz was all the girls who hitchhiked.

They were my target.

What was your first murder? I do not have all the chronology yet.

The first time it was two girls.

I spoke wisely.

That was my artificial speech. You know, my facade.

I have to give the appearance of being sensible.

The first girl had very large and beautiful light blue eyes.

They made me light up.

My name is Michael Aluffi, but I'm called Mickey

-a nickname my mother gave me many years ago.

I was born and raised here in Santa Cruz.

In the summer of 1972, I got my job with the criminal police.

The typical crimes then in Santa Cruz were theft, burglary

juvenile delinquency and the like.

But in 1972, hell broke loose.

I took them to Hayward Hills.

At first, it felt disgusting to do something like that.

- because it was so risky.

Okay, and how did you kill them?

With a knife, which was very cute.

I dumped them in Santa Cruz County in the mountains.

Right now we are in the Loma Prieta mountains.

And in 1972, some hikers went here

and they found a human skull by the side of the road. Here.

It was so weathered that it could not be identified.

We did not know if it was male or female.

It is a shocking discovery to find a head without a body.

What kind of monster can do such a thing to another human being?

We searched the area for remains, but we found none.

We did not find anything that helped us with the identification.

No person was reported missing.

We were so limited. There was not much to do.

I threw away a lot of evidence and a few other things.

Bloody rags and old bloody newspaper.

Things that the cop could use as clues.

I do not want to give them any clues.

A fingerprint, so I was stuck.

The person who did it is still at large.

So we did not know exactly what to expect.

But that was the beginning of a nightmare for Santa Cruz County.

My sister visited me yesterday, or the day before yesterday.

Does your little sister live in Santa Cruz now?

We were really tight when I was little. She was my best friend.

I have another band here with Allyn Burke, Kemper's little sister.

My dad always thought it was good with supporting information.

So he contacted Kemper's little sister

-to understand who he is, or who he was.

He asked for an interview, and she accepted.

You're Ed's little sister, right?

- How many years younger? - Two years.

- How old are you? - 22 years.

We start with the family background.

Do you remember anything from when you lived with your father?

He was not emotionally present to us children.

He often rejected us. He did not want to hug us.

And we sat on his lap, he said we were too heavy.

My mother said she noticed a change in my brother

-at the age of two because he was rejected.

I am Dr. Katherine Ramsland and I teach forensic psychiatry.

For 25 years I have been writing about mass murderers and serial killers.

I studied Ed Kemper, and for a short time we also corresponded.

Edmund Kemper was born on December 18, 1948 in Burbank, California.

He had a sister who was five years older and Allyn who was two years younger.

So he was the middle child.

His father, Edmund Junior, was apparently a weak man.

and his mother Clarnell was the dominant force.

His father was a World War II war veteran.

-who became an electrician at Pacific Proving Grounds-

-and worked with nuclear energy. And he made the famous quote:

"Working with nuclear energy was preferable to hanging out with Clarnell."

I remember that mom and dad often quarreled.

They did not agree. They quarreled.

Mom said some things like he wasted money-

-was irresponsible, and went out and got drunk.

Do you remember what he thought of your brother and how they got along?

I do not remember that they even had a relationship.

A father and son relationship.

Both Clarnell and her husband maintained a strict discipline

-and did not show much tenderness-

-which was not so unusual in the 1950s, but it affected the children.

In Ed Kemper's case, he lost his self-esteem and self-confidence.

And it got even worse when the father divorced the mother.

It only reinforced the feeling of being rejected.

Santa Cruz in the early 1970s was a place of peace and love.

It was the age of Aquarius.

People felt free and happy.

And for a 24-year-old like me, it was a lot of fun.

My name is Tom Honig, a reporter for the Santa Cruz Sentinel in the 1970s.

I was an inexperienced journalist, employed to cover local crime

-which were the police and trials.

Little did I know that it would lead to the newspaper's biggest news ever

-for all of a sudden a skull was found in the mountains near Loma Prieta.

At that time, the police barely received any murders at all.

So we had no major experience dealing with things like this.

CRIME INSPECTOR M ALUFFI

I was the new detective, so that's my case.

Sometimes you face a challenge. In my office ...

There was a computer in the police station, and it was in the basement.

It was an outdated system, but I could make a request.

I could log in and find a person's criminal record and the like.

Evidence of violent crime, such as this bloody garment-

-examined by an expert from the lab's hair and fiber unit.

At that time, they did not have DNA.

And many times we call that time the forensic golden age.

For the reason that we used all sorts of other technologies,

-to carry out our work.

Microscopes, fingerprints and things like that.

Via the skull, a reconstruction is made of what the person has looked like.

But Santa Cruz is a coastal city.

It is hot in the summer, so things weather faster.

So within six weeks to a few months, most of the meat has disappeared.

But via the skull one can determine the age-

-and if it's a man or a woman. But the teeth are the most important thing.

We access all files for people who have been reported missing.

They also contain the dental cards, and we compare them with those in the skull.

And the skull belonged to Mary Anne Pesce who was a student at Fresno.

When they identified her, I only saw a photo of her-

and she was a very attractive young woman.

And you think, "How in the world can something like this happen?"

HEADED OFF HEAD BELONGED TO A WOMAN

My name is Terry Medina, and my colleague was Mickey Aluffi.

We shared offices and we were good friends.

We worked together in many cases.

Mary Ann Pesce was reported missing along with her best friend Anita Luchessa.

Both disappeared in Alameda County. Both were students.

Alameda police said a person had seen them get into a car.

And we did not go further than that with the two cases.

It makes me very depressed.

- Talking about it? - Yep.

- Okay, what happened next? - The third victim.

It was a long journey to the coast.

"Gosh, wondering what she's thinking" -

- "if she knew that in 8-10 hours she's dead in someone's tailgate."

And the next day in several pieces.

THE GATE IS OPEN WELCOME TO MONTANA

In 1957, Clarnell got a job in Helena, Montana.

She would raise the children as a single mother.

And now the children have to adapt

-to a whole new place where they will live.

And Ed starts inventing new bizarre games to play.

Some of the games were mentioned in Lunde's interview.

-with little sister Allyn.

I remember many strange things that happened when we were little.

My grandparents sent me a doll in a small box

-with hand-sewn clothes and a little more.

And one day when I was going to play with it, her hands were sawn off.

He had cut off her hands, which was strange.

He has started thinking about death stories and death pictures.

Were you aware if he had any fantasies or dreams?

I remember he was talking about gas chambers.

He was going to the gas chamber, and I was the gas chamber man.

It was scary.

That his fantasies became fantasies about death is not surprising.

It's really a fantasy about total control over others.

We had a cat, and one day he got angry at it.

So he cut off his head with a bayonet.

He wrapped the cat parts in his bathrobe and put it in a suitcase.

- Who found it? - My mom.

We see cruelty to animals in many serial killers.

Especially if serial killers go on to kill women or girls.

This is a memory box in memory of Aiko.

It is an excerpt from an article when we performed on UN Day

-vid Lake Merritt i Oakland.

I met Aiko when I was about twelve years old.

I met her through our Korean dance class in San Francisco.

We were both an only child and had been raised by a single mother.

We were almost like sisters.

And like all 12-year-old girls, we talked non-stop.

We talked all the time.

This is a diary I wrote as a teenager.

And this is the first time I'm sharing it with anyone.

I have not actually read in the diary for many years.

"Today Aiko called me."

"We went up to the Berkeley UC campus to feed the squirrels."

"Last night we ate fudge and made a drip candle."

"Den 11 mars 1972."

"Met Aiko. She's really changed."

This is the last post about Aiko in my diary.

The last time I saw Aiko, I was waiting for the bus.

And across the street I saw Aiko.

I was very happy, because I had not seen her for a long time.

And when I looked at her, she put her thumb up.

She was going to hitchhike.

And I got a real shock.

We were only 15 years old. You big time!

I waved to get her attention.

She did not see me for all the cars, it was a busy street.

And then comes my bus ...

And I get on the bus.

14 SEPTEMBER 1972

TWO MONTHS AFTER FINDING MARY ANN PESCE'S SCALE

The third was that Aiko Koo girl.

- Where did you pick her up? - In Berkeley.

What were you talking about?

We talked for about two and a half hours.

What she did at school, what my problems were and yours and my daughter.

I pretended to want to commit suicide.

I told her she was kidnapped.

She was very compliant. I did not ask her for anything sexual.

I never touched her until I taped to her mouth.

DISAPPEARED GIRL POLICE LOOKING FOR CLUES

I heard from Berkeley Police Station about a missing Asian schoolgirl.

They would have done the same thing we did if a person was reported missing.

It would have been investigated as a kidnapping if more evidence had been found.

But just then it was only thought that it was a young person who had run away from home.

There were so many young fugitives reported by their parents.

They did not always disappear under mysterious circumstances.

The parents just said, "My kid is gone."

But the difference with Aiko Koo-

-is her mother knowing she should be in the dance studio-

-and knew which bus she used to take.

She never came to the dance studio.

And her memory faded into the files of missing persons.

DISAPPEARED - AIKO KOO

Mrs Koo put up posters to get people looking for Aiko.

"Have you seen her? Have you been in contact with her?"

Aiko was everything she was ... She was her whole life.

And I can only imagine that her heart was broken-

-when she tried to find out what had happened to her girl.

DISAPPEARED - AIKO KOO

I took her to my apartment.

I photographed her after she died.

I posed for her beautifully and took some pictures.

I got tired of her quickly.

YOUNG DANCER DISAPPEARED

I read the newspaper article the following week and saw a photo of Aiko.

And I thought, 'Oh, my God, Hazel.'

"Maybe you should have just missed your bus."

"Maybe you should have run over and tried to talk to her."

How did you get rid of the body?

I dissected and cut the body in the bathtub.

Then I cleaned it well. You could not see what had happened.

She was a brilliant talent. She was going to be someone.

She would do things.

And she was truly an absolutely wonderful person.

When Clarnell moved to Montana with the kids, they had to fiddle with the bedrooms.

She gave the daughters their own bedrooms, and there was a room in the basement-

-which she obviously thought was appropriate for a nine-year-old boy.

He began to think that he had been banished to some kind of dungeon.

and cave-like place.

Was the idea to put him alone in this scary room-

- to make a man of him?

He was quite small, but it was nasty for him.

And it was dark.

You could not light until you were down there.

And he was really scared and often had nightmares.

Do you remember if he was terrified or scared?

Sometimes he screamed in his sleep.

- Was he a bedwetter? - Yes.

And it was then that I noticed that he was afraid of people.

This young boy grows up with a sense of

-that he is the rejected child, the unwanted child.

And his anger begins to simmer.

You said that was when you started having strange thoughts?

Yes, strange dreams and fantasies about my mother.

- Which ones then? - A resentment grew inside me.

A great hatred of hatred escalated between us.

What kind of fantasies did you have?

That's when I started fantasizing about

-to kill the whole world if I just prayed often enough.

I thought I had a good dialogue with God.

If I asked him really sincerely, everyone would die.

AUGUST 1963

Ed no longer wanted to live with his mother, so in the autumn of 1963-

-he boarded a bus to California to find his father.

His father had a new glamorous wife, Elfriede.

And Elfriede thought Ed was nasty.

She was a beautiful German woman. I fantasized about her.

It made her tense if I sat and stared at her.

It is said that he once peeked when she undressed in the bedroom.

And after that, she just wanted him out of the house.

My brother heard my dad talk about him.

He said he was only causing problems in his new life.

My brother cried and everything ...

Friede did not intend to tolerate the boy living with them.

So Ed's dad decides during the Christmas

-to take Ed to his parents.

NORTH FORK, KALIFORNIEN

They lived on an isolated farm in North Fork, California.

-about 400 miles away.

He said they would visit them over the Christmas weekend.

But when Dad went home, he left his son with them.

He had tricked him.

He lured him there, and Ed could not get out of there.

He now lives an isolated and lonely life.

-without a clue what he's going to do, or where he's going.

I've probably picked up about 200 girls in the last two or three years.

- But you did not kill all 200? - No.

I picked up some really nice girls.

But there were too many cars around us and too many who saw them enter

-who may remember it the next day.

- So you let them go? - Yes. I drove them where they wanted.

I never did anything unless I was completely sure.

We talked to many who hitchhiked-

-explained the risks, and encouraged them not to hitchhike.

People were obviously scared.

But we did not get much information from the police-

-in addition to the usual "do not lift".

"Do not walk in the woods. Do not walk in desolate places."

We were given a list of "Do Not Do It!". And it did not work.

CALIFORNIA LIFTERS 'ASSOCIATION

People ignored our advice.

It is pure harassment to make us stop hitchhiking.

They just did not want to do what the police told them to do.

We did not trust the police, and they did not trust us either.

We were busy organizing demonstrations against the war in Vietnam.

So the suspicion was mutual.

The locals thought it was someone from outside or some kind of sectarian

-who invaded the state.

Some bohemian hippie sect that had something to do with the murders.

But in time, we abandoned that idea.

We thought that the perpetrator must know the area well, including the forest.

So we thought it was someone who lived locally.

We were always looking for a breakthrough in the case.

I was sure we would get one.

I just prayed to God that it would happen before more people were murdered.

NORTH FORK, KALIFORNIEN

I was about 14 years old when a new kid moved in with us.

His name was Ed Kemper.

I lived in this house for a while. It was in a little better condition then.

But then I lived in the house on the hill.

Ed lived with his grandmother Maude and his grandfather in this house.

Grandma wrote children's books and Grandpa was retired.

He was not allowed to take any friends home or participate in any school activities.

They gave him a rifle and a dog to hunt cheek rats with.

He was not allowed to look at cartoons or read comic books.

So he had a tough life up there.

- Did he tell you they were strict? - He did not want to stay there.

But he said nothing to anyone. He kept a lot to himself.

It was probably just me he told things to.

Ed and I went to the same class.

We were both first-year students at the local school.

When I was the shortest, and he was probably the longest

-I always joked and said: "If you walk on me you will get Ed on you."

We often joked about such things. He got along well with people.

He was quiet and above the country life-

-which is a big change for most people.

- Did you get into trouble often at school? - Yes, I always hated school.

I was always teased for my height.

Many of the girls used to giggle about my height.

I thought they were laughing at me instead of something constructive.

So I used to fantasize about shooting them dead with my rifle.

Just so everything will be right ...

Your grandparents, do you remember what date it was?

Yes, August 27, 1964.

Ed's grandfather was out shopping for food.

Ed was in the kitchen with his grandmother

-who worked on a review of one of his books.

He took out his rifle, shouted at the dog and said he would go out.

And she cried after him, "Shoot no birds!"

There was a knock on the door, and it was Kip Herring, our sheriff.

And he asked where the Kemper family lived.

And I remember thinking how nervous he looked.

He smoked a cigarette and seemed extremely nervous.

We had no idea, but it seemed very serious-

-if the sheriff himself was on his way there.

I shot her twice in the head and once in the back.

But she died after the first shot.

He later mentioned that he seemed to have lost control of his body.

That he got a blackout.

And then he heard his grandfather take the groceries out of his car.

So he decided, at the same moment, to kill his grandfather as well.

- So you shot both? - Yes, with a .22 caliber rifle.

GRANDFATHER LOG TO ME ... I DON'T WANT HIM TO SEE

- Did it feel good when you did it? - Yes.

It was a relief to punish the people who had hurt me the most.

I just "What?" I could hardly believe it.

Other kids at school could have been more killer.

-but not him.

He probably did not realize the enormity of what he had done.

A 15-year-old who has committed a double murder.

But he certainly understood that his world would change.

He knew this was a turning point.

SANTA CRUZ JANUARY 1973

The locals are understandably scared.

They ask the question: "Is the killer still in our area?"

Just six months ago, a skull was found in the mountains near us.

And details of that murder are still a mystery.

Why did you cut off their heads?

I guess it's the knight in his shining armor-

-which kills their victims, beheads them and holds up their heads.

She's going to be a trophy. The head is the most beautiful part of a woman's body.

My dad interviewed Kemper for several months.

And every time he went there, their relationship grew a little bit.

At that time, there was no category

-for the kind of killer Ed Kemper was.

He really wanted to get into the killer's head.

-and figure out what factors triggered him-

-to go from a normal human to a sociopathic killer.

Locals do not believe that Santa Cruz is the capital of murder.

But people are worried that the killer is still at large.

Creepy details. "Skull found in desolate Loma Prieta."

SLAUGHTERED VICTIMS ARE DISAPPEARED FEMALE STUDENTS

These are newspaper articles from when it happened.

This is my local story. Santa Cruz history.

The murders changed Santa Cruz.

WOMEN'S BODIES FOUND

It affected so many of us who lived here.

And that was something we often talked about in our family.

Ed Kemper was my monster. He was the monster of the whole family.

There were so many rumors about what Kemper did and did not do.

So many senseless stories.

It's interesting to get to the bottom of it all and see what's true.

ATASCADERO HOSPITAL 491

Good to go inside.

After Kemper's murder of his grandparents, he was sent to the Atascadero

which is a mental hospital for adults.

Go ahead and sit down.

So, here we have a 15-year-old boy ... He's huge, but he's only 15-

-in the same facility as adults.

There were 1,600 inmates. 24 murderers and 800 sex offenders.

I have to say it's a really awful place.

Wrong words in the wrong place could easily have gotten me murdered in Atascadero.

During his formative adolescence, he grew up in this company.

And I think it was the other inmates who taught him ...

"If you rape someone, you have to kill them."

"Get rid of all evidence. Let no one survive."

He underwent a series of tests and was diagnosed with

-antisocial personality disorder.

And that he was a passive-aggressive personality type.

Kemper maintained a facade of being polite and cooperative.

-because it had worked for him before.

He pretended to be normal, pleasant and always kept a good tone.

At the same time he had aggressive, disgusting fantasies about killing people.

No one knew I was harboring hostile and extremely violent fantasies.

Atascadero knew nothing about my fantasies.

Did you ever tell that to anyone at Atascadero?

No, because I wanted to get out, I had to do everything right.

The slightest mistake had ruined just about everything.

Because his IQ turned out to belong to the upper strata

-his psychiatrist thought it might be good to give him more responsibility.

So when he wanted to help them with the psychological tests-

-they thought it was a good idea.

- Who do you work for? - All psychiatrists in the hospital.

What are you doing?

When I was 17, I had to sharpen pencils.

-and when I was 19 I had to hand out test results and file.

Kemper's genius was manipulation.

To get psychologists and psychiatrists to allow him-

-to see the contents of the tests, so he could memorize them-

-and get an approved test result, so he could get out of there.

You learned various tests in Atascadero when you worked there.

All tests. I was perfect.

I was cleared with good grades and had my journal blocked.

A blocked journal means that it remains, but no one can read it.

Future employers can not see if he has been punished in his youth.

Edmund Kemper was released from Atascadero in 1969.

He was cured and would become a law-abiding citizen forever.

When Kemper was released from the Atascadero

-he saw a different world than the one he had left.

Between 1964 and 1969, the world had changed.

It was the Hippie Revolution and the Summer of Love in 1967.

Women went to college and were independent.

Kemper was a conservative man. He was traditional.

He dressed normally and did not fit in with long-haired hippies.

He began to consider them worthless people.

But what caught his attention were all the women-

-who hitchhiked all alone.

They displayed their independence.

And it was not okay, so they have to be punished.

The gruesome story begins in this bay.

A girl's torso has been washed up on the beach

-about three miles north of the pier at Santa Cruz.

A hand was found two days later by a surfer near the Capitol

- about 11 km southeast of the coast.

A traffic police officer found body parts on a cliff at Carmel

-which is about 40 km away on the other side of the bay.

And about seven days later, a torso was washed up here in the middle of Santa Cruz.

The torso and the other body parts were matched together with X-rays.

They took fingerprints and confirmed that it was Cynthia Schall-

-who had reported missing here in Santa Cruz.

- Where did you pick her up? - On the road.

The worst bit was always before.

When they were really scared, I handcuffed them or tied them up.

I had bought myself a brand new .22 caliber automatic pistol.

I had just picked it up from the store.

I just aimed her with the gun and continued driving.

instead of dropping her off at Cabrillo College.

This is probably one of my favorite photos of Forrest and Cynthia.

She has such a sweet face and a wonderful mood ...

It's adorable.

Cynthia was 18 years old and attended Cabrillo College in Santa Cruz.

She lived with a family and looked after the children when she was not in school.

She longed to buy a car.

It was something she and her mother were arguing about. My mother too.

She had no car, so she hitchhiked instead.

My mother called and said that Cynthia had disappeared.

The parents in the home where Cynthia lived told my mother-

-that she had not come home in three days.

When Cynthia disappeared and we did not hear anything ...

I did not want to draw any hasty conclusions-

-but I felt that something was seriously wrong.

And finally, we finally arrived in the mountains of Santa Cruz.

I got her in the trunk and blew out her skull.

It was the first time I shot someone with a .22-

and her eyes kept open. They were wide open.

I heard on the news on TV that she had been murdered.

The whole family was completely devastated.

The whole family gathered to be with my mother-

and we had a moment of remembrance for Cynthia.

There's a nice photo of Candy and Cynthia.

Candy was my second sister. She never became the same again.

She started abusing drugs and died when she was about 33 years old.

So this ruined our whole family.

I lost my best friend. And I still miss her today.

When Cynthia Schall disappeared and it was reported in the newspaper

Kemper's sister asked him, "You have nothing to do with it, do you?"

So she suspected something.

I read about it in the newspapers.

For some reason, it really bothered me.

And all of a sudden I got a memory picture of our cat.

When he cut off his head. I thought, "Oh my God!"

So one evening, to satisfy my own curiosity-

-I went to his house and intended to ask him.

I went into the bedroom. He always sat and watched TV.

I said, "Only between you and me."

"You had nothing to do with those murders, did you?"

And he sat up and said, "I knew you would ask."

"I thought you would be suspicious. Mom is too."

"She mentioned it, so do not talk to her about it."

"Then everything will just be hard again."

There she is with you. I do not know what she has in her mouth.

My uncle took care of Cynthia's body.

-because he was a funeral director.

He told us nothing.

It was such a horrible way to die.

I had forgotten this poem.

"The simple songs of years gone by visited me today"

"And reminded me of all the happy days I had"

"The songs I sang when I was young when life was bright and new"

"The tunes that made me cry when I felt down"

"Cindy Schall, 1972."

People are definitely silent.

They do not know exactly what is running loose here, and they are very worried.

Why are all the murders happening right here?

One reason is that we have a mad killer at large.

I visited the Santa Cruz police station and the sheriff daily.

"What the hell is really going on?"

And the police replied: "We do not know, we have no clues."

At the time, Santa Cruz was small, and had a limited police force.

Most of the police were local children who had grown up there.

They had no training in major criminal investigations.

There was much discussion about why the bodies had been dismembered.

Does anyone here know how to cut?

Could it be a former butcher?

A doctor? Or someone like that?

So our discussion of the murder case in its entirety-

-started focusing on a person who must be very smart.

We no longer believe it's a crazy monster killer.

-which randomly kills people by an impulse.

This is someone who plans what they do.

He just became an ever better killer.

He had his so-called killer car, and his killer clothes that were dark.

If they got blood splattered on them, no one saw it.

His car door had a handle, and if he stretched out his arms

-and put a cerate in the door, so it could not be opened from the inside.

He knew how to commit crimes that were difficult to detect.

It was the same old problem with different districts in different states-

and various police forces, and Kemper was smart. He knew about it.

He picked them up here, killed them here and dumped them here.

He massacred their bodies beyond recognition.

-so they became almost impossible to identify.

That was probably why many in the police considered him a genius.

APTOS, CALIFORNIA

My mother lives in Aptos, a residential area near Santa Cruz.

We were surrounded by houses.

In Atascadero, they said that when he was released,

- did not get his mother to be his guardian.

His mother was a big factor in much of his anger.

But in its infinite wisdom, the authorities decided that Kemper-

-would be released into his mother's guardianship.

I lived with my mother for free, so it became my new goal.

So I took a job at gas stations and looked like a shitty job.

My name is Jim Connor.

This is me in the 70's. And you can see how handsome I am.

Before I became a police officer, I worked at the local tire shop.

I drove around the deck to smaller stores in Santa Cruz.

And one of them was the gas station where Ed worked.

My first impression of him was: "Geez, he's a giant."

He had a wonderful personality and was easy to talk to.

He was one of us guys.

For as long as I can remember, I always wanted to be a cop.

And I graduated as a police officer in 1970.

One of the first things I did was take my police car.

-and drive to Ed to show it off.

He came out, and I remember how proud I was.

I talked to him a lot about becoming a police officer.

"You've grown up. You're been a great cop."

And he said, "No, I would not be accepted."

And he had good reason to say so.

But I did not know what he was talking about.

I just thought it was not his thing at all.

I was 21 years old. Sexually, I was still 15 years old-

- which was quite exciting.

- Had you never had intercourse with anyone? - I had never been on a date.

So I started to feel insecure-

-because of my inexperience and lack of expertise with girls.

Then I thought I was sterile, or what do you say?

- Impotent? - Then you can not stand?

I managed, but nothing came out. I gave up too fast.

I was disappointed and kept everything to myself.

This place is a stone's throw from the Santa Cruz campus.

And not far from here, just a week ago

- four more bodies were discovered in a series of unsolved murders in the area.

In January 1973, we had 13 separate murder investigations.

which is huge for Santa Cruz.

Most of the murders were shootings.

People from alternative countercultures and a bit like that.

Some were hitchhikers. It was just completely crazy.

We staggered under the pressure of just the amount of crime.

A woman and her two young sons were found murdered in their small cottage.

And if it could be even more bizarre, so be it.

The murder of a Catholic priest found in the confessional in his church

stabbed to death.

The number of murders was overwhelming.

You look at each case and try to piece together all the pieces.

Has the fall a connection? What's my next step?

And then another murder takes place. They just became more and more.

I think, "Is it one person, or are it two people?"

"Are there even more? What's going on?"

I do not know if I can do much more.

FEBRUARY 1973

Green beautiful hills for hiking, camping and fishing.

Quite simply a beautiful place to visit.

It is still there, but is now covered by a dark shadow.

Because it is also the place where 13 murders have been committed in the last six weeks.

Santa Cruz is the perfect place for crimes like this.

It is unusual to have a city where within ten minutes

-can be in the middle of the forest without anyone nearby.

It is desolate and very isolated in places.

So for people who want to hide or dump a body-

- it's the perfect place to do it.

Finally, the female students at Santa Cruz and Cabrillo started

-to take the message "Do not lift!" in all seriousness.

And we began to see a change.

- Do you lift? -Only if it is absolutely necessary.

And only with other girls.

-Why? -I'm afraid.

Why did you quit?

Because of everything that has happened here with ...

... all the rapes and dismembered bodies and stuff.

We worked 6-7 days a week, 12-14 hours a day-

-to try to get a grip on the situation.

At that time, we had no clues.

and for quite some time we had no suspects either.

This man was very good at sweeping the tracks behind him.

You went home again to your mother. What was your mother's name?

Clarnell Strandberg.

- Did she work at the university? - Yes.

Yes, she was the administrative assistant to one of the principals.

My name is Isebill Gruhn. I started working for the USSC in 1960.

I worked with Clarnell Strandberg at Stevenson College.

I was a member of the faculty, she was the principal's administrator.

My first impression of Clarnell-

-was that she was shy.

Sometimes when I walked past her door and she did not seem busy-

-I used to say hello and ask how she was.

She was not so talkative and used to answer: "Life is not so easy."

One day I saw a very tall young man-

-which picked her up in a car. Some kind of sedan.

Many of us at that time had cars and small cars.

-but it was a fairly large car.

So I asked her, "Is that your relative?"

And she answered, "Yes, it is my son."

He was a tall young man who did not dress

-or looked more different than the other student types.

He did not look suspicious or scary.

But one thing's for sure, I never saw any interaction-

-like a hug or that someone put their arm around the other in some way.

Do I think she was weighed down by something? Yes I do.

Was he tender to your mother, or to you for that matter?

Did he ever kiss her?

He gave her a kiss goodnight. Or something like that.

Donald Lunde, in an attempt to get to know Kemper-

also interviewed Kemper's little sister.

He talked to Allyn and got more out of her.

-when it came to confirming the facts and the family perspective.

She gave us feelings of guilt in her own unique way.

She always said "you do not love me", and similar things.

She could be very hard when she was tense or angry.

She was cutting sharp, and was often against my brother.

She walked up to him and said, "You're just like your father."

She talked way too much when she should have been quiet.

There is a boundary that you do not cross with people.

And she always crossed the line.

In a way, he recreates the father's relationship with her.

His father had already set the bar for that.

"This is how you deal with Clarnell. You scold her."

You should have met my mother.

She liked to pull people's threads and see how they were unwound.

"You waste your life in front of the TV all day."

Her most popular phrase was:

"When you turn 52, you can see for yourself."

My mother wanted a nuclear family, but my father destroyed everything.

He fucked around all the time.

What I liked about him was that he was a perfectionist.

I guess I was born the same.

I like perfection. Things must be done exactly right.

I always strived to be the best.

Kemper has now become his father-

-and has the same bitter relationship with his mother that the father had.

Did your mother drink?

She started drinking vodka and whiskey when she was depressed.

She barely kept her job at the university.

And she and my brother had big problems.

That's when they started arguing. When both were drunk.

Kemper and Clarnell were serious alcoholics. Both drank a lot.

None of them were afraid to say their opinion.

One of their worst quarrels was if he would brush his teeth.

Banal topics that just exploded.

The more resentment I felt, the more hostility and hatred came out.

I began to fall back into my old fantasies.

I disliked good-looking, smart and rich girls.

It made me tense, because I could not talk to them.

I could not compete with the town's rich men.

I had inferiority complexes that I never got over.

I was superior when I was in control.

I can probably say that the whole society was in full swing.

And without any suspects ...

They wanted the police to do more

-because they felt they could take their turn.

Each police station had its own local bar.

Ours was The Jury Room.

We talked about the cases we were working on at the time.

A place where the police went after work to unwind.

I used to go there and have a few drinks before I went home.

Police officers from the Santa Cruz police and traffic police arrived.

As well as prosecutors, investigators and the like.

Ed came there sometimes and took a beer with us.

You used to hang out with the cops in the Jury Room bar.

Yes, they drank there after work.

I disliked being alone.

When I was alone, I just felt more and more tense.

Especially after everything I had done.

- So you liked cops ... - I wanted to be one.

He was quite quiet.

He just sat there and did not participate in the conversation.

He mostly sat there and drank his beer.

I sat there and drank five or six beers followed by seven tequilas in a row.

I played the idiot.

I always played the naughty little boy when I was there.

No one thought Ed could do such horrible things.

I could not go anywhere without someone asking about the case-

-about updates on the murders, or how close we were to arresting anyone.

We had no idea then who the killer could be.

We had no clues whatsoever.

The cop was looking for a really smart guy, and it was not me.

Ed is a fat man. He's kind, but he does nothing.

Sometimes it felt really good to know that I was just cheating on everyone.

Sometimes it was just sad when they talked shit

- about the kind of girls who hitchhiked

and the disgust that killed them. And I knew who it was.

I knew who it was.

I believe that a survival technique for Ed Kemper-

-is to be who he needs to be in different circumstances.

Some things we know about a psychopath's brain

-is that they have no deeper connection to an identity.

They are whoever they need to be, because the truth is insignificant.

That means they change their story if you do not believe them.

They change their story. They do not care.

Did you ever think he would kill you?

Once when we were kids and he was cleaning my dad's rifle ...

I guess it was my brother, because Dad did not live there.

We were alone in the living room when a shot was fired.

And he aimed at me.

But I moved about 2 cm, so the ball hit the bookshelf.

I never asked him if it was intentional or not.

He just said, "Geez. Whoops!"

FEBRUARY 1973

I met and got to know Rosalind-

-when we both studied feminist studies.

We were both lesbians and hung out in the same circles.

And she made incredibly good pies.

Everyone was incredibly happy when she showed up with one of her pies.

If you think of a lesbian feminist who was one hundred percent American-

-then it was Ros.

I can promise that no one will place their hands gently around your neck.

They try to strangle you, and push you to the ground.

This is Alice. We went to the same karate class.

None of us were good. We were beginners, but she gave everything.

She was good at kicking, and she was very agile.

It was not self-defense, because the need did not exist.

We were immortal.

And in February, both disappeared.

- What happened after Cynthia Schall? - Rosalind Thorpe and Alice Liu.

- Did you pick them up? - Yes, one after the other.

Liu would not have gone with me otherwise.

She looked like a very careful hitchhiker.

She waited until she saw the person in the car before sticking her thumb up.

- Was Rosalind already in the car? - Yes.

In the front seat, we looked like a couple.

In addition, I had my A-permit, so I can park where I want.

- How did you get it? - Via my mother.

She gave him an A-card

-which is a parking permit inside the campus.

He said he wanted to go to the library.

So all the hitchhikers saw his A-condition and thought he was a student

-or any teacher at the university and assumed it was safe.

There were also guards outside the entrance to UC Santa Cruz.

If you had a permit, you had to drive straight in.

The police were not particularly proactive.

Their first reaction every time a woman disappeared was:

"You know how girls are at that age. They escape, but they come back."

These were not girls who ran away from home.

Ros did not escape from her roommate.

These were people who were already living independent lives.

They had nothing to escape from.

Their parents told them not to hitchhike.

They did not go with strangers, and were last seen on campus.

They did not hitchhike anywhere off campus.

So yes, we focused on the students and the faculty-

-and tried to find some kind of motive.

And then another theory emerged.

If they do not get in cars with men, then maybe it's a woman.

So maybe it's some kind of lesbian thing.

On one occasion, which is quite interesting, they interviewed me

-and asked questions about the lesbian community.

And that made me very upset.

Tony, you and the others are spreading out, so you cover the whole plain.

When the girls disappeared, a large baldness was organized.

-of the entire campus area where the girls had been last seen.

Contact me via headquarters and use ...

I participated in the organized baldness.

They divided us into groups depending on how difficult the terrain was.

We searched through the mountains of Santa Cruz.

I was fit, so I ended up in the group-

-which searched through the tough terrain.

We went in a row at two meter intervals.

And I remember that while I was walking

-and examined the area on both sides around me-

-so I heard Rose's voice inside me.

I heard the tenor voice in her voice.

And I think that was my way of keeping her alive.

But it became increasingly clear to me that I was not looking for

-who had broken his leg, or the like.

We were looking for a body.

Alice Liu and Rosalind Thorpe were last seen on February 5.

Their bodies were found east of the Castro Valley.

Both girls had been beheaded.

and the hands of a body were cut off.

We saw on the clothes that it was Rosalind and Alice.

Both had been shot dead.

As soon as the information arrived, it spread throughout our group.

Each of us had our own private reaction-

-on something that was so awful.

The level of the nightmare

-was beyond all our fantasies.

13 FEBRUARY 1973

At the same time as the discovery of our last victims

- we had the biggest breakthrough we had so far.

A shooting was going on in Santa Cruz city.

A description was sent out on the vehicle.

The vehicle was stopped a few kilometers further away and the person was arrested.

A 25-year-old man from Felton has been arrested on charges of several murders.

Authorities believe the killings are linked to drugs.

Gerbert Mullin, 25, has previously been charged

-for the murders of members of the Gianera family-

The Francis family and Fred Perez.

We began to piece together his life.

People knew him as Herbie.

He took hallucinogenic drugs, LSD and smoked a lot of hashish.

Herbert Mullin killed people for crazy reasons.

He had an odd theory that if he killed someone-

-so decreased the chance of a fatal earthquake.

He matched the description of a person seen in other murders.

What murders then? We had no idea.

We just hoped he was behind all the murders.

So we started to feel a little better about ourselves.

When police arrested Mullin, the entire city breathed a sigh of relief.

They thought the nightmare was over. The serial killer had been arrested.

We knew he had killed ten people.

That's ten of all the other murders we have.

Herbert Mullin is accused of 10 of the 15 murders that took place in the coastal city.

But Mullin's approach is not to cut his victims.

We knew that Mullin was guilty of many of the murders.

But only the victims who had been shot.

It was still unclear whether the victims had been dismembered.

It was quite clear to us that there is another person out there.

-which kills in a different way and for other reasons.

Our job was not done yet.

Do you know if your brother had any guns or weapons in his possession?

- He had guns. - Did you know it was illegal?

I thought it was weird.

He asked if I wanted to see his new gun.

"Do you want to see it?" I said okay.

And then he handcuffed me.

I said, "They're nice. Can you take them off now?"

He said, "I want to show you more things."

I said, "Take them off!" I got angry and started stomping my foot.

"Take them off!" Then he unlocked them and took them off.

He said, "I was just demonstrating."

And then I bought a Magnum. A nice little thing with a 30 cm pipe.

- Did you buy them legally? - Yes.

I started to get paranoid.

If anyone mentioned it, the police would look for me.

In April 1973, we were still trying to piece together all the pieces of the murders.

And I got a signal from the gun licensing unit

-that a handgun had been bought by an Edmund Emil Kemper III.

It's a big gun. En .44 Magnum.

The same gun that Dirty Harry uses in his movies.

Like I said, it's a powerful weapon.

And when I matched the sales with the person in question-

-I discovered that he had been convicted of double murder a few years earlier.

And that his youth journal was blocked.

It shed light on the question of his previous criminal

could not be used against him?

We did not know, so we decided to seize the handgun-

-until we had received a court decision.

This four-family house on the left is 609AB.

And right here we have 609A, which was Kemper's home.

When my partner and I walk towards the house, a car comes.

I said, "Wait, let's talk to him a little."

So I go ahead and say, "Excuse me, can we talk a little?"

And then I identified myself. He said "sure" and got out of the car.

And then he got out of the car, and got out of the car ...

He was huge.

We explained the situation to him and he was very cooperative.

He said, "It's in the trunk."

When he took out the car key and put it in the lock-

-me and my partner put us on either side of the car.

He backed away. I opened the tailgate and there was the gun.

So I confiscated it and gave him a receipt.

He said afterwards that we had not shared when he unlocked the drawer.

- then he had considered killing us both.

Maybe it's just me who's paranoid.

But after they took my gun, I just wanted to shoot someone and escape my way.

But all of a sudden, the thought is just there. To kill my mother.

My name is Don Smarto and I'm a pastor in Dallas.

I have visited various prisons for over 40 years-

-and I fundamentally believe that people can change.

I go to the prisons and preach and listen to the inmates.

We also film their testimonies as they find God and become Christians.

February 10, 1993 is a date I will probably never forget.

THE PRIMARY CARE INSTITUTE IN VACAVILLE

We filmed in prisons in California and the last institution was Vacaville.

I had already filmed two inmates when the third entered the room.

He is 2.06 m tall and weighs 160 kg. I reacted to his size-

-but did not know who he was or what he has done.

Thank you for talking to us today.

- How long have you been in prison? - 17 years.

You found Jesus in an unexpected place. Where?

In the isolation cell when I ended up there.

I could either waste my life and die quietly in a corner.

Or start living my life.

I was there for several months, and it was very awful.

It's the worst and best place I've ever lived.

Because during my three months there, I took hold of myself-

-my feelings and who I was.

I became a human being for the first time instead of a caricature.

During the break, the guard came over and whispered in my ear.

"You know who you're talking to, don't you?"

I replied, "I have no idea."

"It's Ed Kemper. He's the Co-ed killer.

I won his respect and it ended with

-that we wrote to each other for four years.

I kept them to myself for 27 years and have never shown them to anyone.

In the first letter, he was formal and called me Mr Smarto.

After that, I quickly became Don.

I felt that after each letter, our relationship developed.

In my letters to Ed, I never hesitated to ask questions.

I wanted to know if his spiritual journey was real-

-and if there really was a human behind the "monster".

The question I really wanted to ask was about his mother.

So he writes in his letter: "Dear Don."

"You asked in your letter if I loved my mother."

"It's a difficult question. Instinctively, the answer should be yes."

"But I never felt that love."

"Do I remember the fateful night about 20 years ago?"

"Of course. They never leave me. Memories etched in steel in my head."

You said at the beginning that you had slept badly-

-because you had thought a lot about what you had done.

It makes me sweat. I have sweaty palms now too.

Can I have another cigarette? Mine end when I talk so much.

My dad did about six interviews with Ed Kemper.

And finally, Kemper began to describe details of his mother's murder.

It is a heinous crime.

And what he did with his mother then is even more abominable.

If we return to the subject, which was your mother ...

What happened on Good Friday?

I went to her bedroom. She had finished reading a book.

She was just about to turn off when she saw me looking inside.

When I walked in, she said, "I guess you want to talk all night now?"

I replied, "No, we can talk tomorrow."

So I went back to my room and waited and smoked for an hour.

Ed told me he went back to his room.

His one personality quarreled with the other.

Whatever goodness or evil was within him-

-discussed for several hours. "Shall I kill her?"

"Shall I not kill her? Kill? Not kill?"

And in the end, his dark side wins.

I went back in and she was asleep.

I went forward and looked at her for a long time. For two to three minutes.

I started to feel very nervous. Very angry.

This was my childhood fantasy for many years. Now it was going to happen.

I had a knife in one hand and a hammer in the other.

It was extremely sharp.

He goes in with a claw hammer and kills her in her sleep.

And then as if that was not enough, he beheads her.

I put down the hammer, took out the knife and cut her throat.

I cut off my whole head.

Then he cuts out her tongue, which is the instrument we are talking to.

Then he cuts out the vocal cords and pushes them down into the waste grinder.

The trachea hung out. So I put it in the trash.

It was poetic justice.

Then he says that he put his penis in his mother's mouth.

And literally ... having sex with his mother's head.

Did you have oral sex with your head?

It's one of my frustrated childhood dreams.

Kemper's murder of his mother is one of the worst things a human being can do.

Murdering their own mother really says it all about their relationship.

I think my dad summed up that the source of all of Kemper's problems

was his relationship with his mother.

In one of the letters he writes:

"I screamed at her lifeless head until my voice ached with hoarseness."

"Broken and exhausted, but satisfied."

"Yes, satisfied."

He used the word "exhausted". It was over now.

His ultimate goal was to free himself from ...

... the only person who pushed him to the breaking point.

- What did you do then? - I drove around.

I left my car with all the weapons in it.

I bought more beer and got drunk.

I left town the next morning at ten o'clock. I just ran.

- Did you know where you were going? - To the east.

I drove 28 hours straight.

I nibbled on NoDoz all the time. Four or five pieces. They kept me awake.

As soon as they started to lose the effect, I just took a few more.

What would have happened if the police had stopped you?

I had a rifle and a gun with me. I was well equipped.

I had over 200 cartridges all in all.

There had been a shooting.

It was Easter 1973.

A time for contemplation and family.

To be a little free and unwind.

And then the bubble bursts.

I drove until I literally could not drive anymore.

I did not know that Colorado was so desolate on the west side.

I think that affected why I just gave up.

I called the cop and asked them to pick me up.

After driving up the high mountains-

-I started thinking about handing myself over.

I worked at the police station from midnight to eight in the morning.

The so-called dog pass.

You drink coffee. It's dead, nothing happens.

But all of a sudden the phone rings.

And Andy, who ran the radio, is talking to someone on the phone.

He said something along the lines of, "I'm not going to wake him."

"Call back tomorrow." Click. He hung up.

I did not understand that no one had noticed anything.

It was Tuesday morning and no one still knew what had happened.

The phone rings again.

And Andy says something like:

"Ed, I'm already said I'll not wake the Commissioner."

And then I said, "Who are you talking to?" He said, "With Ed Kemper."

I picked up the phone and said, "Hey, Ed. It's Connor. How are you?"

He said, "I know you. And you know it's me."

"And I know you're going to kill me."

I said, "Ed, I have no idea what you're talking about."

He said, "I killed my mother, and I want to hand myself over."

"Var är du?" "I Pueblo, Colorado."

Now I covered the phone and said to my colleague:

"Call the police in Pueblo and ask them to arrest this man."

I'm getting Micky Aluffi. I wake him.

I'm answering the phone and it's Jim Connor.

He said, "Do you know a man named Ed Kemper?"

I said, "Yes, I seized a gun from him a week ago."

"He is now in Pueblo, Colorado, and wants to surrender for two murders."

"He said we would call you, because you know exactly where he lives."

So, at five o'clock in the morning, I'm in my underwear talking

-and I literally feel how the blood leaves the head.

I became icy cold all over my body.

I have to go home to him.

24 APRIL 1973 AT 05.20

The same morning it happened, I parked exactly here.

I sat here looking at the house.

It's like it was last week, not 50 years ago.

I and the policeman on duty that day raked the neighborhood-

-and asked if anyone had seen or heard anything suspicious.

The people who lived on the second floor said that they

-that they had smelled a strange odor the last two days.

We're going this way.

We went to the back of the house and smashed a window to get in.

Yes, there is the fence and the gate with the window on the other side.

When I went in, I was immediately struck by the smell.

If you smelled corpse, you will never forget it. And it was the same smell.

So we did a quick search of the apartment.

Inside the mother's bedroom, we opened the closet door and saw a sheet.

I will never forget it.

When we pulled a little in the sheets, we saw skin, hair and blood.

And that confirmed the absolute worst case scenario.

I waited until the technicians got there and more officers and policemen.

When we got to the bedroom and pulled the bed out of the wall ...

And from where the pillows lay and down to the floor, it was just blood.

And in the middle of all the blood on the floor-

- lay a piece of paper, half a sheet like this.

I remember that. We found his recognition.

"Not messy and incompetent. Just a lack of time. Has things to do."

"About 05.15 on Saturday."

"Now she does not have to suffer anymore."

Yep, that was his message to us.

We went further into the closet and pulled out shoe boxes.

And we found body parts.

Arms, hands, feet, legs.

I went in and lifted a towel and a face stared straight at me.

And that was his mother's severed head.

It was just so amazing.

There were many things I did not want to see and never want to see again.

And that was when we went outside.

What we did not know then was that there was another body in the house-

-which we did not find immediately.

It was her best friend-

-who was found dead in the closet in the hall.

And she looked dead.

- Why Sally Hallet? - She was my alibi for my mother.

I thought that either I go and hope that no one notices anything-

- or I'm inviting her friend home.

Mom often went away during the day or a whole weekend.

She and a friend went to town and did some shopping.

She could be away with Sally all Easter without arousing suspicion.

I strangled her and held her up in the air.

She was dead five minutes after she entered through the door.

In these photos, it looks like we found a bloody bra.

We also found ID cards and other items from the other victims.

And when we found those things, we began to realize that he was the Co-ed killer.

Mickey Aluffi and one of his colleagues went to Ed's house.

Now we finally have a chance to solve some of the murders we had.

I'm waiting for the Pueblo police to come.

I said, "You can give me a few minutes, Ed."

We talk, and he tells us a little about how he killed his mother.

Right away he said, "Shit, too. The cop is here."

He dropped the phone and I hear screams in the background.

Things like: "Down on your knees!" And similar things.

I was back in the sheriff's office.

and spoke to the police in Pueblo when Peter Chang came in.

He asked me, "Do you know him? Do you have a good relationship?"

I said, "I think so."

He said, "Pack a bag and go to Colorado."

When we arrived in Pueblo, Colorado, we went to the police station.

-and they brought in Kemper.

He looked at me and said, "Hey, Mickey! How are you?"

It immediately told me that we had good contact.

He recognized me and he was willing to talk to me.

And then the information flowed.

We talked to him for probably four, five, six hours.

And he told about all the victims.

And the places where he dumped the bodies.

And things we could never even dream of.

In Aptos, just a few km south of Santa Cruz-

-founded the police this morning at 05.30 two female bodies.

One was beheaded with his right hand sawn off.

Attorney General Peter Chang was back in Santa Cruz

-after talking to the giant Edmund Kemper in the prison in Pueblo.

But Chang was very tight-lipped about Kemper.

Depending on the route they take back

-are these sometime between Friday and Monday.

On Monday, we intend to prosecute him for the murder of his mother.

and as a second charge for the murder of her friend.

After questioning him, we decided

- that he must return to California as soon as possible.

I remember we stopped at a gas station so he could go to the bathroom.

And because the case was so infamous, when we got out of the toilet-

-had a lot of people gathered, and he strutted back and forth-

so everyone could see him. He really liked it.

I sat in the back seat with him. He on the right, I on the left.

For three days. And he was very cheerful and charming.

What I remember from the interrogations and the time we spent together-

-was that he was so incredibly objective.

He remembered just about everything, and he felt absolutely no remorse.

The three things are probably my strongest memory from the whole experience.

There is a good chance that Kemper will be brought here.

-to the mountains of Santa Cruz sometime this weekend.

Back in Santa Cruz, we asked if he wanted to show us where the bodies were.

-because a description is not enough.

Someone has to say, "There it is."

He agreed, because the families needed to get their settlement.

I was there and managed to find an arm

-which he had cut off from Aiko Koo.

And it was the first time we knew what had happened to her.

I found out what had happened to Aiko in a newspaper article about Ed Kemper.

That he was responsible for taking Aiko's life. And...

... when I read that article ...

... so I broke down and just cried. I could not believe it was true.

And it was very difficult for me to try to understand

-what had happened to my friend.

Part of me relived the pain of losing her.

But I must also say that there is a joy-

-to once again remember such a wonderful friendship-

-and such a wonderful experience-

-which I had with Aiko during those years.

APTOS, CALIFORNIA

On the one hand, it was incredible that he did this so close to his home.

With one of his victims, he had buried her skull.

-in his mother's garden.

And he told me that he cut off the face of the skull-

-buried the skull and put the face on top.

I asked him why he did that.

He said he wanted to know that she always looked up to him.

Whose head was buried in the garden?

It was Schall. The fourth student.

I remember looking down the hole-

-and I knew that ...

There was once a beautiful young lady I had seen photos of ...

And she met the most terrible death.

It was a very difficult day.

I thought of all the people he had killed.

And I thought that if a judge ordered me to take him-

-to the river behind the court and shoot him, I would have made it.

It affected me so much.

This is a day of waiting in Santa Cruz.

Residents closely monitor when the sheriff's investigators

and prosecutor Peter Chang bases his case against Edmund Kemper III.

If this was a novel, no one would have suspected Edmund Kemper-

-because nothing with him was different or interesting.

He was quiet and the most reserved two-meter-tall man.

-which has ever existed.

People who knew him did not get along.

Another thing is that if you listen to him-

-so he is extremely intelligent, has good vocabulary-

-and is extremely polite. He has nothing villainous about him at all.

We picked him up early in the morning, drove him to Santa Cruz-

- met his lawyers, spent the whole day in court-

- met his lawyers, and then returned to San Mateo.

And he ... We had to be very careful.

We were not allowed to start a conversation with him.

But he is a talkative person. He is a social person.

He talked to us all the time.

I remember a woman driving in the lane with us.

She had her head outside the car window-

-so her hair dried while we drove.

And that made Ed Kemper very upset.

"She is not paying attention to her driving. She should be fined."

"How does she really think?"

And I thought: "What a strange comment" -

- "to think she should be fined. He has killed eight people."

What is the logic of that?

I watched the trial and all the interrogations.

And it's like everything else. You go to work-

-and some days are tougher than others.

And one day I turned around when they went through the evidence-

-and I saw the father of one of the victims.

I think it was Rosalind Thorpe's father.

And the expression on his face ... was just so tormented

It took me hard, and I started ...

I sat in court and started crying and I could not stop.

It was not particularly professional of a hard-skinned news reporter.

-so I tried to hide it, but I could not stop.

When I was in court-

shouted people "kill that bastard", and similar things.

Ed Kemper admitted all his crimes.

No one questioned his guilt, but his mind was questioned.

His defense indicated that he was insane.

-and did not know what he was doing.

They tried to prove that he was mentally ill.

They think you're sick. Do you think you're crazy?

Absolutely, which is tragic.

My dad interviewed Kemper several times.

The defense asked him to do so to determine his mental health

-when he committed his crimes.

To interview Kemper and study his family history

-was just one step closer to trying to understand-

-what kind of killer Kemper was, which was very unusual.

But there was one thing he was never really sure about.

If he was honest with my dad and said what he really thought.

He wanted to know if there were any repressed memories.

-buried in his subconscious.

So he gave him amobarbital, which was a serum of truth.

-to get deeper into Kemper's subconscious-

-and see if there was anything else that did not come up during the interrogations.

DOMINICAN HOSPITAL SANTA CRUZ

I inject the liquid slowly while you say how you are feeling.

It works its way slowly up the arm.

I get a tingling sensation in my nose.

- I was very excited when I arrived. - Yes.

I was afraid of what I would say, now I'm not afraid at all.

In order to be allowed to give amobarbital

- Lunde had to ask for permission from the local hospital.

It is one of seven different barbiturate preparations

-which the military has tested-

-to see if it bypasses the cognitive ability-

-and make a person so relaxed that they reveal more.

Today everything feels different.

Everything is different. All the facade and all the bullshit is gone.

I've killed people.

I could not control myself.

What forced you?

The Koo girl. She was kind. But if I released her-

- she had probably gossiped, and then it was over.

Because I had already murdered.

But I wanted to take photos of her, so it would not happen again.

Then I just looked at the photos.

She had many dances to go to and a bright future.

I did not want to hurt her, but I had already decided.

And I have tough rules that I always have to follow.

She was the only one I absolutely did not want to hurt.

Because of her personality.

There is a certain debt mixed with a bizarre need to ...

... kill someone, kill a woman.

There is a level where he seems to understand

-that what he does is a terrible thing.

But it sounds like he can not help it. He just has to.

I ate the bodies. Some pieces of thighs.

- Immediately after the murder? - No, I cut pieces.

I kept them long before I ate them.

In the same way that I did not want to kill anyone anymore.

Then I thawed small pieces and ate them.

Did you eat dead body parts to satisfy ...

It was erotic. It was very erotic.

It triggered many emotions and aroused many thoughts.

Was that your way of not killing anyone more?

-by keeping body parts and eating them?

It was just a piece of meat.

To hear him admit cannibalism. His need to own someone.

He should not just kill her and cut her to pieces.

He's going to eat pieces of her, so he's fill her.

So he can relive the experience when he had control over her-

and that she now belongs to him.

I did not have to be honest. It's true.

It's easy to lie. But I do not want to lie.

I have a feeling this is the end of my journey.

FINAL CLAIMS IN KEMPER's PROCEEDINGS

After the interviews, Dad was asked to report to the Defense

-whether he thought Kemper was mentally healthy or not.

And my father's dilemma was that legally-

-Kemper did things that sensible people do.

He hid his crimes, he wasware of the police.

He planned how he would carry out his crimes.

Because he understood what he was doing, it was difficult legally-

-to say he was mentally ill.

But psychologically, my dad thought he was crazy.

The State of California Forensic Psychiatric Examination

-was done according to the so-called M'Naghten Rules.

All the psychiatrists who interviewed him said that he knew what he was doing.

-and that he knew it was wrong, and thus he was not mentally ill.

FIGHTING MENTALLY HEALTHY ACCORDING TO PSYCHIATRISTS

In Santa Cruz, California, Edmund Kemper was convicted of eight murders.

-on his mother and seven other people.

At the end of the trial, Kemper was convicted of the murder of eight people.

-and sentenced to seven life sentences which shall run simultaneously-

-which means he will be in jail for the rest of his life.

The trial is over and he was convicted, which is a great relief.

I can not describe how relieved everyone is.

The prosecutors had a tough job, as they brought in expert witnesses.

-which testified to madness and diminished accountability.

And we all felt that justice had been done.

We assumed he would be sentenced to death, but that never happened.

Kemper was sentenced to death.

But after he was sentenced to death by Judge Harry Brauer-

-the law was changed and all of a sudden it was illegal to carry the death penalty.

So his sentence instead became life imprisonment without pardon.

It is probably a fair assessment to say-

-that Edmund Emil Kemper III deceived many people.

It could have been the psychiatrist in Atascadero or the police force.

It may have been his mother or his friends.

But unfortunately it was also his victim. And that's the tragic part.

Did he fool you, Mickey?

I...

I have to give an honest answer, right?

Yes, he definitely slipped through the net.

Kemper is serving a life sentence in a penitentiary

- i Vacaville i Kalifornien.

He is being held in a separate unit with a few inmates.

During all these years he has been in the same prison.

It has been almost 50 years.

He is 73 years old and weak after a severe stroke.

He has turned off and is not talking to anyone.

Neither reporters, media or writers.

He has decided to be a loner.

So when I filmed Ed Kemper-

-maybe I got the last interview he gave-

-to a person or to the world.

As you know, a lot has been written about you.

When you first came here, you were described as a monster, a maniac.

How different is the Ed Kemper standing in front of the camera today?

I'm a great person. 2.06 m long. One might think that such a large

-is prone to violence and anger and a superior personality-

-but I'm going the other way.

So the difference from 16-17 years ago when I was considered kind and friendly-

-which was a facade, is today for real.

Ed Kemper is a very complex person.

He realizes that all his life he has had an inner struggle.

-with both the good Ed Kemper and the evil Ed Kemper.

But now he has found an inner peace with God.

He said that if he was ever pardoned, he wanted to become a missionary.

He would visit inmates who died of AIDS and give them the Last Supper.

And I think in his own way-

-tried to say to the world: "There is goodness within me."

"I enjoy helping others."

"Visiting sick prisoners gives me comfort."

"If I just give them a little comfort."

"Is it self-reconciliation? Am I just a benefactor?"

"I have to believe that there is something inside me that can be saved."

Sincerely, Ed Kemper

The question that I think people will ask in the future is:

"Do you think you'll meet Ed in heaven?"

And my answer is yes.

I can not see into anyone's heart, only God can.

But based on what I've seen ...

... so I think we'll see each other in heaven, which will upset many.

I do not think that penance is possible. I've heard it often.

I think it's their way of telling themselves-

-that they are changed. But they are not.

No matter what he does, and he may have found peace of mind.

If he has it, it does not make me feel so good.

I do not want him to have peace of mind. I do not have that.

They will never have peace of mind.

Who can make amends for Ros? Who can make amends to Alice?

They are dead. Nothing can get them back.

I think if a murder investigator says it does not affect them-

-so they're probably not honest. Because on some level ...

... so there is within one. It's inside my head.

I do not think about it all the time, but sometimes it just pops up.

What these women went through. I just can not stop thinking about it.

There are things that never go away.

And sometimes it just shows up. But you learn to live with it.

The Impact of the Murders on Santa Cruz County

-is something that should never have happened.

But I'm happy to say we all got through it.

But it is a time in our history that we will never forget.

Ed Kemper must atone for his crimes.

And I have to admit that every time I drive past Vacaville Prison-

-then I give him a thought, then I continue to drive.

I have always lived in a fantasy world.

Girls were the only thing I could not handle.

They had no idea I was the Co-ed killer-

- until they themselves were murdered.

I had probably hoped that it would be a little longer.

My little adventure to kill student shoes.

I see your movie starting to run out.

Text: Eva-Marie Evans Iyuno-SDI Group

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