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The story you are about to see

was inspired by actual events.

The names have been changed

to protect the innocent.

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It was Monday.

It was overcast in Los Angeles.

My partner and I were working the day shift

out of robbery homicide.

The captain was Ruth Hagermann.

Parks and Recreation received an AM complaint

about excessive noise.

Coyotes.

Kind of odd.

There had to be some reason

for them to be out in broad daylight.

We smelled the reason before we could see it.

A white Jane Doe decomposing.

Cause of death unknown.

My name's Friday.

I'm a cop.

Start canvassing the homes around the edge of the park.

See if anybody saw anything suspicious within the last,

what's the TOD?

Black blowfly with first and second stage instar larva.

Given the weather I'd say they were feeding on her

for at least 55 hours.

Two and three days, max.

Late 20s, early 30s.

So what?

Dumped at top, rolled down here?

Yeah, maybe, or coyotes dragged her down.

Can you even get a print off of her?

I can try.

Hey, Richard.

This could give you one.

Maybe a name if you're lucky.

She deserves better than "Jane Doe".

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Okay, who's got the smaller hand?

He does the women.

You.

Now if this doesn't yield an ID

we'll start on DNA,

dental records.

Looks to me like you got a clean print there.

Let's just hope she's been arrested.

*

It turned out Rose Wexler had been arrested.

In 1999 she was booked for solicitation.

A year later solicitation and possession of narcotics.

Both times while trolling Hollywood Boulevard

between Vermont and Vine.

LA's unofficial red light district.

Hello, Cleo.

Officer Frank Smith.

Looking good.

Long time, no see.

This is my partner, Detective Friday.

Robbery and homicide.

No more vice, relax.

Detective.

Cleo.

So what are two big time RHD cops

doing down in our little neck of the woods?

We're looking for some information on Rose Wexler.

Rosie, what'd she do now?

She got herself killed.

Oh.

You don't look surprised.

Surprised I don't get.

Seen it all and then some.

Elvis strolls up and wants a slice of hot apple pie,

I don't blink an eye.

So Rose.

She worked for the Russian.

At least she did last week.

Lot of turnover in this business,

you know what I mean?

I must have seen a thousand of these girls come and go.

Only problem with buttering up a working girl like Cleo,

is once you get her started you can't turn it off.

However, we did learn that Rose Wexler was having labor disputes

with her current employer.

A pimp named Victor Tenashuli.

Gentlemen,

Oh gee, let me guess, LAPD.

You're the man, Vic.

One killing and suddenly LAPD's so concerned

about welfare of working girls.

Well, you know what they say,

a million deaths are a statistic,

one's a tragedy.

Stalin.

Can't get nothing by this guy.

Is it true what they say about the labor dispute?

Word is just before her untimely death

Rose Wexler wanted away from you.

Word is lie.

I'm a businessman.

Rose and I were in um,

negotiations.

Well, being a businessman

you gotta keep your employees in line.

Maybe you were teaching her a lesson.

Slapped her around,

maybe slapped her too hard.

Dumped her body up in the hills.

So now you have me killing this crazy bitch?

Listen, I was giving her pink slip, huh?

She was a dope fiend, maniac.

She goes with anybody.

Osama bin Laden if he gives her heroin.

What do you care as long as you get your cut?

She made me money from what she's putting between her legs,

not what she's putting in her arm.

Tell me when she dies, I tell you where I was.

Thursday night, eleven to four.

I was here, was I not?

Amazing recall.

Like he didn't even have to think about it.

Well, thinking's not Vic's strong point.

Son of bitch.

Do svidaniya.

Do svidaniya.

Bruising from ligature marks here, her wrists,

and most likely her neck.

Rope?

Possible but uh, there are no fibers in evidence.

Was the body scrubbed?

There's too much decomposition.

Cause of death?

Well, coyotes took most of the esophagus,

but given the broken hyoid bone I'd say strangulation.

Rape?

Well, we found traces of semen around the vagina and anus,

but given her choice of profession

that may or may not be of any help.

Semen on the outside of the vagina

and it's not inside?

Appears that way, but uh,

so much decomposition,

animal and insect activity,

it's hard to be 100% certain.

Now, there is one thing a bit unusual.

Inside her we found traces of paint.

Paint.

Looks like silver.

Given the propellant mixed with the acrylic

I'd say it came from a can of spray paint.

But, again, coyotes didn't leave much of a sample.

Couple of kids out partying found another body, a woman,

20s, naked.

Station detectives say she might have been freshly dumped.

Call Guzman.

Maybe we need the same pair of eyes on this.

Mulholland Drive at night.

The best view in LA.

Unless you're dead.

Petechial hemorrhaging.

Strangulation.

Five point ligature marks.

She was tied at the ankles, wrists and neck.

What about rape?

There doesn't appear to be any semen inside, but look.

Silver spray paint.

Sanjay found it inside the other victim as well.

So maybe we got a serial in the making?

Semen on the outside?

Take a look.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Premature ejaculation.

We got a squirter.

Body was dumped here four or five hours ago,

maybe killed an hour before that.

10:30.

One more thing, she was lactating.

Pregnant?

Breastfeeding.

Prints off the second victim belonged to Deborah Gascone, 25.

One prior last year for solicitation,

served 30 days.

Nothing since.

Yes?

I'm Detective Smith, this is Detective Friday,

we're with LAPD.

Where's Debbie?

Who are you?

Marcia Hills, Debbie...

We live together.

What happened?

May we come in?

This your little boy?

Mikey.

This is Kyle, Debbie's baby.

You might wanna let Mikey go in the other room or something.

Why?

Mikey.

Go to the bedroom, okay?

Thank you.

What happened?

Deborah was murdered.

How?

That's what we're here to figure out.

When was the last time that you saw her?

Last night.

She left at ten.

Normally she's back by three to feed Kyle.

We traded off.

One of us works,

the other watches the kids.

So you two are in the same line of work?

How did she die?

We assume someone picked her up on the Boulevard.

Maybe you know where.

Yeah, Winona and Van Nuys.

Those were her blocks.

Was there someone taking a cut?

Teddy Mars was our pimp.

Any trouble on that front?

We did our thing.

He was supposed to do his.

The son of a bitch was supposed to protect her.

We were just saving up.

We were gonna get the hell out of LA.

We were going to Asheville, North Carolina.

It's all we ever talk about.

Debbie have any enemies?

Anyone who might wanna hurt her?

We kept to ourselves.

Debbie was a great mom.

I can see that.

And what about the father?

Was there a guy--

Debbie wasn't into guys.

Except for the money.

She wanted me to take Kyle if anything happened to her.

She's got a family up in Olympia.

They're freaks.

Bad, bad people.

You cannot let them take Kyle up there.

He's all I got left of Debbie.

Not our call, Marcia.

But we were gonna raise Mikey and Kyle together like brothers.

I'm sorry.

Believe me, I am.

I'm thinking Rose Wexler was abducted

from the corner of Las Palmas and Hollywood.

And we're thinking that Deborah Gascone

was abducted anywhere between Winona and Van Nuys.

Anything from the canvas?

Talked to working girls, pedestrians, pimps,

johns, nothing.

What about their pimps?

Rose's was Victor Tenashuli.

And he said that he was at his shoe shine stand

on Hollywood Boulevard all Thursday night.

Ten of his comrades claim the same.

Deborah's pimp was at his corporate headquarters.

He's got witnesses that put him there.

So all we have is an MO.

Five point ligature marks, strangulation.

Well, we know from his semen our guy's A positive.

And there's a calling card.

Yeah, the spray paint.

What is that about?

Well, our guy wants attention, right?

It's my guess he'll keep killing til he gets it.

Why don't you go home.

No, you go ahead.

You look beat.

Can't even think of sleep right now.

Can't or won't?

You ever get a decomp when you were with vice?

Yeah, sure.

No, not like her.

You get used to it.

You gonna get that?

Friday.

Hey, Detective.

Detective Friday, is this connected

to the prostitute killings?

Do we have a serial killer on our hands?

Come on, Joe.

Is there a guy out there killing working girls or not?

A couple swapping spit in a pickup truck

heard two shots around 11, called it in.

We're getting their statements now.

Blood trail leads into the scrub.

Let's get a barrier up,

keep the media maggots out of our face.

With pleasure.

Woman took a bullet to the chest.

Rigor hasn't set in.

I'd estimate she's been dead less than an hour.

380 shell casing.

Spatter.

And a bullet hole.

Through and through from this angle

looks like our victim fired a round

through the killer's abdomen.

Yeah.

Depending on where she hit him

he could have crawled a long way.

Let's get the dogs.

We gotta get this guy, now.

The third victim having shot her attacker

put us in the 19th century instead of the 21st.

Dogs following a blood trail.

Dawn came,

still no scent.

Casey turned 21 last month.

Yeah.

She parties a lot, goes to raves.

Went to Burning Man out in the desert.

So you're thinking she could have been in that car.

What are you gonna do,

buy your sister a gun?

She'd blow her foot off.

She's reckless.

With these random killings--

Random, I got a problem with random.

You see a connection between the three vics?

Well, between Wexler and Gascone, no doubt.

The woman in the car, no.

No, I don't see a connection.

Hey, hey!

Down there.

Come on, let's go!

Is he gonna make it?

He's lost a lot of blood.

Don't let him die.

You hear me?

Keep that son of a bitch alive.

We got his rap sheet off the driver's license.

Thank you, Christopher Brulee, 31, two priors,

both for sexual assault.

Three years in Folsom, parole December 31st.

Dates fit.

Yeah.

Captain.

Joe, this is Dr. Louise Nottingham.

She's here to help us establish a profile.

I read some stuff you wrote

on criminal dissociative behavior

when you were with the FBI.

Pretty impressive stuff.

Thank you.

Take a look.

Satanic iconography,

deviant pornography.

It's the right fit.

Detectives, check this out.

You might wanna get those to the lab ASAP.

See if you can get a match on fibers from the victims.

There were no uh, fibers on the last two victims, no prints,

scrubbed clear.

Seems our guy's a perfectionist.

Maybe a neat freak.

Beats where he lives.

Any trace of silver spray paint?

Still looking.

We got a wide cross section of prints, though,

this guy definitely entertained.

Previous two murders we figured

that the suspect picked prostitutes

tried to lure them into his car.

According to the sheet his last victim, Joanne Sims,

she was a dialysis technician.

Well, she was also working part time at LA Adult Video.

4723 Citrus.

It's right up the street.

Chokers.

Apparently Mr. Brulee was into erotic asphyxiation.

Fits with the strangulation.

And the sexual dysfunction.

I don't see our man using a gun.

Perhaps, as you said,

because Brulee couldn't lure Miss Sims into his car

he had to resort to force.

Use a gun.

Maybe our killer's still at large.

Detective, come on.

Brulee was a loner in his 30s,

a woman hater,

ashamed of his sexual dysfunction.

Compelled to remove the reminder of that

by robbing his victims of the ability to speak and breathe,

yeah, I get the profile.

But I still think the only way for certain

to tell if Brulee's our killer

is to match his DNA

with that we found on Wexler and Gascone.

We're weeks away from that analysis.

Captain.

We just got a call from County USC.

Brulee just died on the table two minutes ago.

I suggest we at least present an opinion.

Let the public draw their own conclusion.

And, quite possibly,

put some women's minds at ease.

Well, if you're wrong guess what conclusion

the killer's gonna draw.

He's gonna think there's some punk out there

taking credit for his hard work.

And that's really gonna piss him off.

I'm with Dr. Nottingham.

Captain.

Did Brulee kill the first two women or not?

Mr. Brulee had a history of violent sexual behavior.

He had the same blood type as that found

on all three of the victims

and he fits our profile.

Is it true the killer marked his victims with silver spray paint?

That's all the information we're giving out at this time.

How the hell do they get this stuff so fast?

Who knows, maybe the killer leaked it.

Is it true the Silver Slayer strangled

his first two victims, Captain?

Silver Slayer.

That's what the guy needs,

a super villain nickname.

So you think he's here?

Who knows, maybe.

Or out looking for his next victim.

We'd moved from policing to political convenience.

Everyone was hoping it would just go away.

But three hours later it was back.

Petechial hemorrhaging, five point ligature marks,

semen outside, silver spray paint inside,

she was killed 11, possibly 12 hours ago.

That's great, so theoretically Christopher Brulee

could have killed and dumped this woman

before assaulting Joanne Sims.

You don't buy that, do you?

No, but it's possible.

It's what people wanna believe.

Are these burn marks?

New twist.

Tiny cuts on each palm where he inserted some sort of device,

probably a wire, and pushed it into the tendon.

Sadistic son of a bitch tortured her with electricity.

You ever hear of the Hillside Stranglers

back in the mid '70s?

Anthony Buono and Kenneth Bianchi.

Tortured, murdered, raped girls in and around

the Hollywood area?

Yeah, saw the movie.

First couple of victims were working girls.

One was tortured with electricity.

Copycat.

90,000 pages, Detective.

273 boxes on the Hillside Strangler case.

Good point, get a cart.

How are we gonna sort through 273 boxes

and carry on an investigation?

We're gonna get some help.

You ever hear of Jimmy McFarlane?

I was in kindergarten in 1978.

How you ever became a detective this young

is still a mystery to me.

Yeah, well, I want my milk and cookies.

So if you could tell me about McFairlane before naptime...

It was McFarlane.

And he was one of the lead detectives

on the Hillside Strangler case.

Last I heard he was still in town.

Detective McFarlane.

Retired Detective McFarlane, I'm just Jimmy now.

On the back nine.

Thanks for coming.

This is my partner, Frank Smith.

Hey, nice to meet you.

Hey, do you need a hand?

No, he's good.

Young still.

So what makes you think you got a copycat?

Rape, torture, strangulation.

Five point ligature marks.

And our third victim had burn marks on her hands

from electrocution.

My third vic was 21.

Bianchi and Buono stuck wires

in the palmaris longus tendon of the left hand,

the ulnar nerve of the right.

It's amazing that after 25 years

you still remember that kind of detail.

Unfortunately I remember all the details.

Faces stay with you.

And the parents.

Two depraved little perverts

had the whole city

trembling with fear.

One of whom is still alive.

Yeah, watching "Oprah" and eating three squares a day,

it makes me sick.

These are the crime scene photos for our third victim.

Palmaris longus on the left,

ulnar nerve on the right.

That's remarkable.

I'm thinking too remarkable.

No way he got that kind of detail from the public record,

I know, I made the public record.

To know exactly where to insert those wires

he had to get hold of sealed evidence.

Question is how.

Gregor, I want the names of all the people

who checked out evidence on the Hillside Stranglers

over the last year.

Done.

Mayberg and Hubble.

Want you to search the net and see if anybody's been

buying and selling Bianchi memorabilia.

What about Buono?

Buono died, tragedy.

Latrell, I want you to call Walla Walla,

get the names of all the people from LA

who visited Bianchi over the last year.

You got it.

And then check them out thoroughly.

And while you're at it talk to the warden,

see if Bianchi will talk to us.

Oh, uh, Gregor, one more thing.

After you check the log book get an inventory.

See that no evidence has gone missing or unaccounted for.

How many boxes?

273.

Let's go, let's go.

We appreciate you uh, backing this task force.

Hey, any good captain believes in her detectives

and covers her ass.

But, aside from the burn marks, tell me,

is there anything, anything solid that links this killer

to the Hillside Stranglers?

How long you been married, Captain?

I said solid, Joe, not irrelevant.

Indulge me.

This better be good.

Twenty-seven years.

The Hillside Stranglers started killing in 1978,

that's exactly a quarter century ago.

Your point?

What did Carl give you for your 25th wedding anniversary?

Tennis bracelet, 25th is...

silver.

Silver spray paint, silver anniversary.

Our killer is celebrating the 25th anniversary

of the Hillside Strangler murders.

Knowing his motivation gives us a shot

at knowing what his next move could be.

Joe.

Unless he already made it.

Detective.

Think you might wanna see this.

The killer wants you to take that picture.

He wants you to shove it in everybody's face,

show how clever he can be.

Well, don't take that picture,

don't do anything this bastard wants you to.

Hey, it's the man's job.

Take the shot, don't let me see it

on the front page of the "Times".

Extra spray paint this time.

Guessing we wouldn't miss it.

Body's still warm,

puts the TOD probably around 2:30.

Brulee died around nine

so that officially wipes him off the list.

Exactly, our guy killed this woman this way

to let everyone know that he's the Silver Slayer,

not that degenerate Brulee.

Took a hell of a risk.

Dumping the body in broad daylight,

taking the time to align her with downtown.

Calculated the odds and figured if he was gonna take a risk

make it pay off big time.

He's loving it.

Well, the Hillside Stranglers killed ten.

We have four, six more to catch up

Called the warden at Walla Walla.

Bianchi refuses to meet with anyone from law enforcement.

He's only giving visitation rights to his harem.

Harem?

Night Stalker, Charlie Manson,

they've all got their bevy of female admirers.

I don't understand those women any better than you do.

Latrell's on his way in right now

from interviewing one of Bianchi's fans.

Any more than the usual nutcases?

Letters, emails, tips from all over the city are flooding in.

Paranoia level's rising.

Any minute now old men in wheelchairs

are gonna be blowing the heads off Meals on Wheels volunteers.

Women will be turning in their ex boyfriends and husbands.

The Hillside Stranglers weren't caught for months.

That can't happen.

See how Latrell's visit went.

David Berkowitz, silk portrait of Son of Sam, 750 bucks.

What about Ted Bundy's car keys for 1250?

Frank, you want Charlie Manson's autograph?

Only $750.

No, just the Hillside printouts please.

Imagine the kind of whack jobs that buy this stuff?

Hopefully our killer's one of them.

What's the word?

Latrell interviewed a woman that flew up to see Bianchi

six times last year.

Evidently broke, she hinted a third party

might be picking up the tab.

Well, did Latrell get the name on the third party?

She wouldn't say.

Maybe he didn't try hard enough.

We did our due diligence on Bianchi's paramour,

Alice Kerian.

Resident of Beau View Terrace, City of Industry.

No beau view, no terrace.

LAPD, we have a few questions.

You know, Anthony kept bunnies.

Loved the little guys like I do.

Isn't that right, Jeffrey D?

You never visited Anthony Buono.

Just Kenneth Bianchi.

Tony refused to see me, kind of anti social.

But not Kenny.

No, Kenny loves visitors.

Likes to read his poetry,

he is very, very sensitive, yes.

You went and visited him six times in the last year

for nursery rhymes?

No, 'cause I love him.

Kenny's my little mush ball.

But there are other men you love, too,

isn't that right, Alice?

Men you married and never bothered to divorce.

Richard Tyler Richards, sexual sadist,

Burt Owen Kramer, murdering pedophile,

Harrison Newton Junior, car jacking necrophiliac.

Polygamy's against the law in the state of California.

One year in prison, $10,000 fine for each marriage.

Nobody prosecutes polygamy.

We're always looking for a new challenge.

So more jail time.

Animal control will come in,

we'll have to have these cute little fur balls euthanized.

What?

So sad.

You guys are real jerks, you know that?

Who pays you to go to Walla Walla?

He's gonna be angry with me if I tell you.

Well, not as angry as JD when the gas comes on.

Richard Maughm.

Yes.

I'm Detective Friday, this is Detective Smith.

LAPD, robbery homicide,

got a minute?

Robbery homicide?

What do you want with me?

Richard, do us all a favor,

put some clothes on.

Why would you spend a couple thousand bucks

flying Alice Kerian out to see Kenneth Bianchi?

She tells me what he talks about and how he is, that's all.

And you care.

Why does that bother me?

Detective, I have a very unusual hobby,

I'm into serial killers, I don't deny it.

Be careful with that, please.

It's very delicate.

Let me guess.

A remnant of a pillow case used by the Night Stalker

to smother one of his victims.

Very good, Detective.

I like talking to cops.

Hey, don't, please stop it.

Shame on you.

Where were you Thursday night, Richard,

between eleven and four?

Am I a suspect in the Silver Slayer murders?

No, no, no, you're not a suspect.

You're the suspect.

Oh, my God.

This is too good.

Where were you?

I was here

watching the True Crime channel

like I always do.

Any way you can verify that?

Look, I'm excited that you think I may have committed

the Silver Slayer murders, really, I am,

but you're barking up the wrong tree.

The Silver Slayer rapes his victims, correct?

You even have traces of his actual sperm,

found outside the genitalia, not in.

Well.

Watch this.

You're gonna like this.

It's a forensic alibi.

You see the scar?

My prostate.

The thing was the size of a cabbage.

So I uh,

I can't get it up.

I can't even ejaculate.

Couldn't be me, could it?

One hell of an alibi.

Just out of curiosity,

where did you get this piece of pillowcase?

A dealer.

A dealer, man have a name?

Yes, it was um, Harold Sorensen, with an E.

But he's long gone.

Died in '94.

Any idea where Harold got his merchandise?

I believe he had an excellent source in the police archives.

But that was ten years ago.

I checked 96 boxes against the log book.

There was a boatload of evidence from the Strangler case missing.

Dating all the way back to the early '80s.

Veteran clerks,

ones who have been here over 20 years,

how many are there?

Two, interviewed both,

they allowed their homes to be searched, nothing.

How about clerks who have retired?

Records search yielded 16 names,

but only one stood out.

Lydia Stoffel.

An employee of the Hall of Records for 19 years

who continuously checked out files.

But only on serial murder cases.

One thing for sure.

She didn't buy this house on a property clerk's salary.

You quit the Hall of Records a year before your pension vested.

That may sound odd to someone who's never worked

at the Hall of Records.

But for those of us who have...

Come on, Lydia.

After all of those years of stealing evidence

eventually someone was gonna catch on.

What the hell are you talking about?

You quit because you knew you'd be caught.

I was sick of working in a dungeon,

schlepping banker's boxes around.

And I developed an allergy to mold.

Here we go again.

Golden arches?

Yeah.

What?

You arch your eyebrows before you fabricate answers.

It's a classic tell, it's in all the text books.

Normally we'd let you spin a yarn or two,

but we're in a hurry.

There's a serial killer out there right now

hunting down young women.

Victims.

Like your daughter here.

That's my son.

I want the names of people

you've been selling evidence to.

All right, so we'll get a warrant.

Which is gonna take time

and that's really gonna piss us off.

Not a good thing, Lydia.

If we get a hit on one of your customers

we're charging you with accessory to murder.

Murders.

Multiple murders.

Murders?

You got it.

But that old stuff was just rotting away.

Names and evidence you sold now.

She sold to over 400 customers

and had boxes of evidence still in the basement.

Four hundred?

We're going through all of them one by one.

Captain, got the call from forensics.

No prints on the letter other than the victim's.

Letter?

Reportedly from the victim.

Black pins are where the Hillside Stranglers

abducted their victims, slightly irregular circle.

The red pins are where we think our copycat

abducted his victims.

Now if he follows this pattern

he'll complete this circle clockwise

like the Stranglers.

Moving east which takes is into Boyle Heights

and Monterey Park.

That's a couple hundred thousand people.

If our man's true to form

his next victims will be kids.

Uh, two girls between the ages of 12 and 14

abducted together.

Kids.

So let's concentrate on malls, parks, and schools.

Word's already out there.

Captain, it's on.

Experts have verified the handwriting on the letter

which arrived at our news desk today

does, in fact, belong to Deborah Gascone,

the second victim of the Silver Slayer.

The 25 year old Gascone was raped, tortured and strangled.

She was also marked by the Slayer's

signature calling card, silver spray paint.

A copy of the letter reads, and I quote,

"Dear Kyle, Mommy is about to go away

and I just wanted you to know that I love you

very, very much.

You were the best thing that ever happened to me."

Detective.

You wanted any missing children reports that came in.

That's right.

"God knows I don't want to leave you,

but I have no choice."

Sisters 11 and 14 didn't come home from school.

Dispatcher got mother's call at 7:22.

Where?

Monterey Park.

Detective.

So Susan gets out of school at 3:15,

Jennifer, 3:30.

They walk together to Monterey Music Academy for lessons.

We spoke to their piano teacher.

He said our daughters left around 5:00.

You would not be here unless something bad happened.

You tell me, Silver Slayer,

he take my girls?

We certainly hope not, Mrs. Kimura.

Now do your daughters go anywhere

on their way back home from music school?

No, they come straight home.

They never talk to strangers.

We told them never to--

We just got a hit off Mr. Kimura's

American Express card.

We got one for the girls in case of emergency.

447 Hot Topics Monterey Hills Mall,

$31.25.

That's on their way home.

Go.

They're there, buy some tchotchkes at the mall,

leaving.

Leaving, coming out here.

Fast forward.

Fast forward.

Keep going.

Here they are, here they are, here they are,

coming down the elevator.

Fast forward.

Play camera five.

Here they are, here.

Coming out into the, the lobby.

They're meting some friends.

They're gonna yammer for a little bit,

just fast forward.

Fast forward it all the way to the exit, okay?

There they are.

Up on top of ten.

Exiting the mall.

Exiting.

Nothing happens.

Jeez!

Run it again, play it again from the beginning.

No, no, no, wait, wait.

Is there another camera of their exit?

Camera 18, pretty far away.

Run that one.

There.

There, there, there.

Zoom in, zoom in.

Enhance it.

Is that a guy or a girl?

I don't know, a guy with a pony tail?

Look at, look at their body language.

Freeze frame.

It's like they know the guy.

Guy who looks like a girl, where have I heard that?

The picture on the piano.

We spoke to Lydia Stoffel in lockup.

Said her son, Brett, was an aspiring virtuoso

who earned his keep playing piano in upscale malls.

Where are the girls?

What girls?

Jennifer and Sandra Kimura, don't play games.

I don't know any Kimuras.

Ouch, you're cutting off my circulation.

You know all about cutting off circulation, wouldn't ya?

Please, I make my living with my hands.

You were seen on tape abducting Jennifer and Sandra

from the Monterey Hills Mall.

Now if they're alive, if you help us find them

you have a chance at life.

Listen, I don't know what you're talking about,

I'm not feeling so well.

Well, you're not gonna feel any better

unless you tell us where they are.

I swear, my head's killing me, I get migraines.

Brett, where are they?

I don't remember anything...

You don't fool me, you son of a bitch.

You talk or you'll never talk again.

Tell me where they are!

Come on, Joe, Joe, take it easy, come on.

Joe.

All right.

I'm good, all right.

Call paramedics.

The Academy Award goes to.

Showtime's over.

You're under arrest for murder.

My guess is that Brett probably spent a lot of time

in his mother's basement

examining serial killer paraphernalia,

getting aroused by it,

probably masturbating over it.

That's more information than we needed to know.

Just that it's easy to see how he began to connect

sex and violence.

Monterey Music Academy.

He was a part time instructor.

That's why the girls weren't afraid of him, they knew him.

I checked the neighbors, same old, same old.

Brett was a nice young guy,

kept to himself, always real polite.

Lot of diplomas, just like Bianchi.

His were fake, too.

Incredible.

I can't find a single print.

He must have scrubbed this place clean

on a daily basis.

Like Anthony Buono, he did his research.

In any case, this isn't where he would have done his killing.

Yeah, but here's gotta be something in here

that's gonna tell us where those girls are.

Who are these people?

Great pianists.

This klutz with Zawalski?

I don't think so.

Given this guy's MO you really think the girls are still alive?

They're alive.

He'd take his time.

He would enjoy it.

His father.

He was ashamed of him.

He wanted him to be a musical luminary,

just like his heroes.

You run a check on this guy?

Yeah, Paul Stoffel, died three months ago,

cirrhosis of the liver.

Supposedly his wife and kid hadn't seen him for years.

Death of a father, even an absent one,

could have set him off.

Where does Paul Stoffel live?

Out in Commerce near the casino.

Did he rent or own?

He owned.

So there could be an empty house,

one that Brett inherited.

Kick it in, Frank.

Here they are.

Everything's gonna be fine.

All right, we're police officers,

we're here to help you.

Gonna get you out of here,

gonna get you to your mother and father, all right?

You okay, it's all right.

Get these ropes off.

It's okay, it's all right.

All right, let's get out of here.

Come on, let's get out of here.

All right, sweetheart, it's okay, it's all right.

It's okay, it's okay.

Your mother and father are gonna be here any minute, okay?

They can't wait to see you.

Here you go.

All right.

Thanks for coming.

I didn't think you'd show up.

You invited us, it's an obligation.

You may have information that's useful.

That's something I'd pass on to trained professionals.

You believe they have me on suicide watch?

I've never felt better.

Except for the headaches.

We've read the book, Brett.

Headaches, amnesia, schizophrenia,

multiple personalities, insanity plea.

Insanity.

I'm not insane.

Am I?

What's the matter, Brett, lonely?

Miss your mommy?

I just wanna thank the people responsible

for turning me into a celebrity.

They won't let me see it,

but I know I'm all over the news.

What I find ironic,

this attention craving psychopathic narcissist

is gonna spend the rest of his life in solitary confinement.

The rest of what life?

They'll strap Brett here down,

inject him full of sodium potassium--

No, no, Pavulon comes first, paralyzing agent.

Right.

Man, that's gotta be awful,

being paralyzed and knowing your heart's about to explode.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, like my victims.

But they're not gonna kill me.

I'm gonna sit on death row,

read my fan mail

and greet the ladies at visiting time.

Officer.

In LA, a city that worships celebrity

like no other in the world,

homicide is a guaranteed shortcut to fame.

The fact that there aren't more freaks like Brett Stoffel

is kind of amazing.

If you think about it,

almost comforting.

I'm the Silver Slayer!

Brett Stoffel was convicted by a jury of his peers

on four out of four counts of first degree murder

with special circumstances.

Two counts of kidnapping and molestation of minors.

The judge sentenced him to die by lethal injection.

In California an appeal in capital cases is automatic.