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How ya doin', Bobby Taylor?

If I ever turned you down seven
times for lewd proposals,

I haven't turned you down once.

- Well...
- If I were you, Holly,

I'd have taken this man
in and had him neutered!

Oh, and, Holly, honey...

- Night.
- Thank you.

Or Max's Liquor Store is gonna
come and take your home

for the booze bill.

And Mr. Kirby Baker,

our fine real estate executive.

Baker Realty.

Honesty.

Honesty since 1938.

Your secretary,

poor little Gladys Wilmett,

she had to leave town awful sudden.

Had to see a special kind
of doctor in Cincinnati.

I know, I know the
nights are just so warm

that poor Willie May just had to
leave her shades open an inch.

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Detective Drowatzky?

Bill Tench.

Bernie. My kids say I look like a cop.

Don't we all?

I'm this way.

Where do you stand on active leads?

Nobody.

Or everybody.

But every time we get a
letter, we get a new detail.

Right now, we're tryin' to trace
the Xerox machine he uses

by signature marks on the paper
edge and... ink diffusion.

Sophisticated work.

I got 20-year street cops who know more

about toner than the copy guy.

Could be us spinning our wheels again.

When we get to the station,
you can see the letters.

Any of the crime scenes accessible?

All of 'em. They're still vacant.

But we've combed through them
pretty good over the years.

It really helps to put
the photos in context.

If you don't mind.

Might as well start at
the beginning. Otero.

Bit of a drive.

I hope you don't mind a
little Willie Nelson.

Not at all.

♪ Angel flyin' too close ♪

♪ To the ground ♪

803 North Edgemoor.

The Otero house.

January 1974. They'd just
moved in two months prior.

It was a school day.

Neighbors were comin'
and goin' all morning.

One of 'em even saw BTK drive off
in the family car afterwards.

Women around here come home,

first thing they do is check
the phone still works...

five years later.

We think he came in here. The
two kids making their lunches.

The older three had
already gone to school.

They had five kids in this house?

Retired military.

Used to base housing.

No forced entry. The dog was
in the yard when we got here.

It makes no sense to come into a
house with an adult male and a dog.

Nothing makes sense.

He took the money out
of Mr. Otero's wallet,

emptied her purse, and stole
Mr. Otero's aviator's watch.

But clearly, robbery was not his motive.

And the driver's licenses were missing.

- Yeah.
- He was taking souvenirs.

And he already knew what he
wanted on his very first kill.

So the dad would've been about
here, tied to the foot of the bed.

Police report said he was suffocated

with a plastic bag and a T-shirt?

Later, we found there was a hole in it.

Mr. Otero managed to
rip it with his teeth.

The killer took the plastic bag off,

put the T-shirt on over his head
so he couldn't tear it again,

and then put the bag back on.

Agonizing.

And Mrs. Otero was on the bed.

She had double ligature marks.

Must have come to, so
he had to do it again.

We think that since it was his
first try, he botched it.

The kids must've been in here.

They had to have seen everything.

We found the youngest boy on the floor,

suffocated.

Two T-shirts and a bag.

So, the killer learned, took no chances.

He would've brought the
little girl in here too.

Couldn't leave her alone.

There was a chair here with
deep carpet indentations.

We think he sat to watch the boy die.

That would have taken... ?

Between four and six minutes.

My partner and I were
first on the scene.

It was completely dark down here.

He was feeling for a light
when something bumped him.

That's when we found the little girl...

hanging from this pipe.

Oh, Jesus.

What happened to the older Otero kids?

Any chance I could talk to them?

Relatives in Albuquerque
came and got 'em.

They won't let the kids
relive any part of it.

They were the ones who found the bodies.

Cut the ropes

from their parents' necks,
tryin' to save 'em.

They call now and again.

Five years later...

I got nothin'.

♪ I love a rainy night... ♪

We kept thinkin' we'd catch him...

just around the corner.

That first week after Otero,
not one of us went home.

We turned over every
parolee, every sex offender.

My partner and I even stayed
over the first three nights.

In the house?

Hoping the killer would come back.

- See anything?
- Nothin'.

A month later, we stayed
the night in there again.

With a psychic.

You consulted Uri Geller before the FBI?

We were graspin' at anything.

That poor guy got so freaked out.

He was gone the second the sun came up.

So, is that true?

Do these guys return to
the scene of the crime?

We were just going on
what we'd always heard.

Old detective stories.

The psychopath feels
guilty or somethin'.

Ed Kemper, the Coed Killer...

Yeah?

He told us he went back.

But not out of anything like guilt.

He considered those places

somehow sacred,

if you can imagine that.

Truthfully, we haven't
been asking that question,

but we probably should.

Tell me about his letters. They
were all sent to the press?

Cops actually got spooked.

We wondered: did he know
who was workin' the case?

Would he come after us? Our wives?

I had this one sergeant.
Ten-year guy, tough.

Slept on his sofa with
a shotgun for a year.

Finally, he and his wife relocated.

We've lost a lot of the original
task force over the years.

- I bet.
- It's hard on guys.

What about the lady he missed?
Could I speak with her?

Anna? She moved the next day.

Left everything behind.

- Furniture, everything.
- He's clearing out the town.

He's got the whole city
twitchin' like prey.

Kathy Bright's brother,

- he's still around.
- He's around.

We think that's why BTK never
named her as a victim.

He knew he left a witness.

If he hadn't claimed seven, we
would never have connected her.

MO's wrong. She was
stabbed, Kevin was shot.

But the son of a bitch wants
credit for every single one.

I'd like to talk to Kevin.

He took three bullets in the face.

- Spent a year in the hospital.
- Is he... reliable?

- He's all we got.
- ♪ Yeah, I love a rainy night ♪

You know, I've done
undercover drug deals

with less skullduggery than this.

He doesn't wanna be
seen talkin' to cops.

The safer he feels, the
longer he'll stay.

Kevin has good days and bad days.
I'm hopin' this one's good.

- That loaded?
- Always.

Don't worry, Kevin wouldn't hurt a fly.

Jesus improve your aim?

I'm a woodworker. If
I'm pullin' a shotgun,

it's 'cause I'm in a situation
where aiming is not an option.

At that point, I'll take
all the help I can get.

- This our guy?
- That's him.

Can't be a buck-forty soppin' wet.

He's lost a lot of weight. Nerve
damage from the shooting.

Remember to face forward.

Hey, Kevin. How you doing?

Could you, uh, please turn the mirror?

I'm, uh... doin' all right...

I guess.

This is Agent Tench. I'm gonna
let him ask his questions.

I don't know what else I can tell you.

Thank you for coming, Kevin.

What I'd like to do is
ask you some questions,

some of which you've heard
before. Some may be new.

I'll listen to your story,

but I'm gonna focus on
the suspect's behavior.

I'm gonna ask you to go
into a lot of detail.

Everything is important.

All right.

On that Thursday, your sister
left her car in the driveway,

is that right?

We were in Dad's truck. I
was bringin' her home.

As you approached the house,

did you notice anything
different or strange?

No, sir.

Kathy and me were just laughing,
talkin' when we walked in.

Then he came out.

Was he aggressive?

Did he seem angry? Jumpy?

Just... real matter-of-fact.

But... like he could be mean underneath.

What do you remember of his
clothes, how he was dressed?

I... gave a description.

Black... golf gloves, green jacket.

But how did they seem to you?

Clean, dirty, cheap?

Didn't seem cheap.

The jacket was bulky.

Nice.

Everything was clean.

A lot of pockets.

Did he say anything else?

He said he was a wanted man.

He said,

"I'm wanted in California,

and I need to get to New York."

Were you afraid,

or did you think he was
telling you the truth?

I figured it was just a robbery.

I gave him the truck keys.

I thought he had what
he wanted, so he'd go.

But he didn't.

Did he force you to tie Kathy up?

Didn't... force.

- Just told me.
- Told you how?

Real simple.

He made everything sound... reasonable.

Like if we just did this,
he was gonna leave.

Where did he get the
cord he tied you with?

From his pockets.

I tied Kathy pretty loose.

He made me lie down, and he
tied my hands behind my back.

He tied my feet to the bed.

And what was he like when he tied you?

Was he... nervous, flustered?

Uh... not at all.

I watched him tie my feet.

He was fast with knots.

- Like he'd done it before.
- Mm-hmm.

Was he rough? Angry?

Did he tie you tight?

He was almost... gentle.

Gentle?

It seemed.

He took a pillow from the bed
and put it under my head.

That's interesting.

I want to come back to
that, but please continue.

He took Kathy into the other room.

I... couldn't tell what was going on.

Then I heard noises.

What kind of noises?

Not... moans,

almost little cries.

Then it got real quiet.

And I couldn't hear him anymore.

All of a sudden, a radio
came on in my room, loud.

And he put something around my
neck, and he started pulling.

It was so fast.

What did you do?

I just started kicking and twisting.

I... I knew right then,
he was gonna kill me.

When he was strangling
you, did he say anything?

Uh... no.

Kevin, this is important.

At any time, when he was tying you
up or when he was strangling you,

could you tell if he had an erection?

Uh...

I don't know.

I... I couldn't see.

That's all right.

How'd you get away?

I was thrashing around so
much, my feet broke loose.

I stood up. I got my hands free.

I saw him go for the gun.

I grabbed at it.

We fought for it.

I got it turned.

I had it right at his stomach.
I... I pulled the trigger twice,

as hard as I could, but
it wouldn't go off.

He'd have had the safety on.

Everything would be different
if I had only shot him.

There's no way you could've
gotten the safety off

and shot him with him
pulling on the gun.

I guess it slipped out of my hands

'cause he had it, and
he pulled the trigger.

First bullet grazed my face.

The second one went in
the side of my head.

That's when I... hit the floor.

- Did you pass out?
- Uh-uh.

I never did.

I was awake the whole time.

I decided to play dead.

- What did you hear next?
- Kathy... moan.

I heard him grunting.

And I was in there playing possum.

It's okay, Kevin.

He must have heard me move
because he was on me again.

He shot me. Blew my teeth out.

Then he went back to Kathy.

I... could barely stand.

The radio was so loud.

There was blood everywhere.

I looked around, you know, for
something to hit him with,

but I thought...

... the best chance was to get help.

So you ran.

Uh-huh.

- Yeah.
- It's the best thing you coulda done.

I coulda gone back in there!

We would've lost you both.

Kevin, thank you.

If you think of anything
else, any detail...

No.

Um... He wore a watch.

Yeah, a... a big, steel, military kind.

Was it at all similar to this one?

It looked like that.

Joseph Otero's watch.

That's that family, right?
It's him, isn't it?

- BTK.
- He bragged about a fifth victim,

but he never named her.

We think it was Kathy.

I told you, he'd done this before.

He knew what he was doing!

I... I don't have brain
damage like they say.

- I just get tired!
- We believe you.

- And we'll catch him.
- I can't wait for that.

- What do you mean?
- I saw his face!

He knows I'm out here.

Every time I walk into a store,

every time somebody walks into a room.

- Even at church.
- This guy does not go to church.

- Where are you gonna go, Kevin?
- Just... away.

Can't say that I blame him.

Nance?

- Uh, what's wrong?
- Nothing.

It's okay.

Honey, did you leave the back door open?

I was taking out the trash.
Brian couldn't sleep.

Are you... Are you coming to bed?

- I'll be in soon.
- All right.

Wendy's almost ready to meet
for those Georgia interviews.

Right.

- BTK.
- He's a new animal.

- Lots of interesting contradictions.
- You mind?

He brought the little
girl to the basement

and constructed a ritualized execution.

That took time.

This was a big risk.

Her scene is the only
one with semen present.

She was clearly his primary interest.

The rest of the family
is just... collateral.

He only expected the mother and
youngest daughter to be home.

But he learns.

After the Oteros, all of
his victims are women.

None of the men were at home,

except for your witness,
Bright's brother.

Kevin wasn't expected either.

So BTK changes his MO, and
that's why he stabs the sister.

What's amazing is even
though he was surprised

during the Bright and Otero murders,

he somehow manages to
overcome his own panic.

Imagine the adrenaline.

You've planned for a petite woman
and an eleven-year-old girl.

And all of a sudden,
you got a barking dog,

another child, and a
retired master sergeant.

But he didn't run. He took his time.

Maybe Otero wasn't his first.

Too many rookie mistakes.
It was his first.

But I also think that he was
exceptionally prepared.

He practiced?

Remember Kemper practiced
on dolls, animals.

He spent years fantasizing,

so he knew exactly how
he was going to do it

when the time came.

There's no way our guy
doesn't have a rap sheet.

Animal abuse,

maybe peeping neighborhood
girls, assaulting prostitutes.

So what have we got so far?

White male, late 20s to early 30s,

rap sheet, possible assault complaints.

High school education at best.

Has difficulty holding
more than a menial job.

Kevin said he smelled "clean."
His clothes were nice.

He wasn't angry or harsh.

He sounds almost as ordinary and
suburban as the victim pool.

Everyone we've interviewed is
a product of a difficult home

and a string of adult failures.

- Hmm.
- They're all emotionally scarred.

The only one who managed
to keep a job was Brudos,

and he was blue-collar.

What about his letters

that he writes to the newspaper?

He's equating himself
with famous killers.

"Son of Sam," "Jack the Ripper,"
"Ted of the West Coast."

That's gotta be Bundy. Who's Glatman?

Harvey. Famous for binding and
strangling women in the '50s.

- Of course you know that.
- He's studying them.

Modeling himself after them.

Look at this page.

He actually gives
himself possible names.

"I like the following.

How about you?

'The BTK Strangler,'

'Wichita Strangler,'
'Wichita Executioner.'"

He's christening himself for the media.

Like Zodiac, or Berkowitz
naming himself "Son of Sam."

Berkowitz also courted the press.
He wrote directly to Jimmy Breslin.

Berkowitz also gave himself
a symbol with initials.

He used it on every letter he wrote.

Right.

It had a cross on the top.

Like this.

Look at our guy.

We have to talk to the chubby behemoth.

This is what we're doing now?
Rearranging our interviews

to service investigations?

Because all of our
subjects are important.

Berkowitz has been on the
list since the beginning.

Maybe, but we need to discuss
where he fits into our analysis.

I mean, he's a diagnosed schizophrenic.

So was Kemper as a juvenile.

We need to at least consider that
Berkowitz is a blitz killer.

He exhibits none of Kemper or
Brudos' psycho-sexual motivations.

By his own account,
he walked up to cars,

fired five shots, and then ran.

I can't see how anything
lasting 19 seconds

could allow for sexual gratification.

Well, we know BTK is
inspired by Berkowitz.

And we know BTK kills
for sexual fulfillment.

And he's active. Seven so far.

And he's hunting again.

Either of these Georgia
boys up for the chair?

- Hance is on death row.
- On appeal.

Plenty of time. We'll
push them off a week.

I'll put together the research. Gregg,

- can you change the flights?
- Sure.

This is what we're doin' now.

What?

This doesn't seem like your scene.

Holden brought me here.

Doesn't seem like Holden's scene.

Look, I won't usually
betray a confidence,

but when Holden disappeared
those two days,

he went to see Kemper.

Now, whatever happened during
that visit precipitated...

Panic attacks.

- You knew?
- I had to retrieve his ass.

I'm really sorry I didn't tell you.
I thought the last thing we need

is for Holden to have everyone
walking on eggshells around here.

Quite frankly, Bill, this
demands our attention.

He had an episode. Even the doctor
said it feels worse than it is.

Panic attacks may not be
brought on by anything real,

but their effects are very real.

Whether you think Holden
deserves your sympathy or not,

this could have serious
consequences for us

and very real physiological
consequences for him.

You're right.

- Does Gunn know about this?
- No.

He's based his vision and his
largesse on the Holden Ford miracle.

I couldn't tell him Boy
Wonder has the vapors.

- We might not be worth salvaging...
- With this Berkowitz interview,

you have got to take the lead.

He's gonna be walking in
there in a heightened state,

knowing that he's got
one shot at the killer

on the cover of Newsweek.

He'll be anxious, vulnerable,

and that could prime him for an episode.

The last time he was in the
room with a serial killer,

he ended up chained to a hospital bed.

- What do I do?
- Be observant.

Apart from the obvious physical cues,

an attack can manifest dozens of ways.

So if he seems manic or
overly nervous, fragile...

Should I carry smelling salts?

It's not a joke.

If you see one hint, you
get him out of there.

Whatever you feel about Holden's health,

if he blows this with Berkowitz,

Gunn will rethink his investment.

And from now on, there needs
to be transparency between us.

Whatever is going on with
him, we both know about it.

Two-way street.

Deal.

I'll get our next one.

- I feel like I owe you.
- I got it.

- Another round?
- Gorgeous.

- Mm!
- Yeah. Thank you.

Let me get that for you.

Leave her alone, Gary.

She's with General Patton over there.

Well, you keep blowing me off, Kay!

How else is a red-blooded
American patriot

supposed to spend his hard-earned pay?

I'm sure you don't need any
help coming up with ideas.

What if I promise to
take you out of here

and away from all these assholes?

- What's your name, Marine?
- Eric.

Did you just get into Quantico, Eric?

Yes, ma'am.

Why don't you help me through
my first long night?

Oh, Eric, you are new here.

These boys put you up
to it, didn't they?

Sadly, you are warming up the
bat all by yourself tonight.

I play for the other team.

If she's bent,

so are Christie Brinkley
and Brooke Shields.

- Well, I'd watch that pillow fight.
- Same tab?

No, I've got this one.

That really work?

People see what they wanna see.

Let me know if I can
get you anything else.

- Thanks.
- Thanks for dropping by.

Eyes forward, maggots.

Six killed, seven wounded.
Biggest manhunt in US history.

And he says a demon inhabiting a
neighbor's dog made him do it.

Do we really buy that?

On the surface, the
crimes appear random,

but... I'm not sure he's the
madman he makes himself out to be.

There's just enough pattern
to show intention.

He always shot at women or
women in the company of men.

And when he shot at couples in cars,

he always shot at the passenger side.

That was used to support
the "random" argument.

It's the side closest to the sidewalk.
No planning, no strategy.

Just shoot.

But in couples, the male
is usually the driver.

He never shot at the driver's side.
He unleashed everything on the...

woman's side of the vehicle.

I'm surprised the FBI
hasn't come sooner.

The night I was arrested,
the mayor came to see me.

He came down to my cell in
the middle of the night.

We fit you in as soon as we could.

So, you're talking to other people?

A few.

But no one who's done what you did.

You held an entire city in thrall.

Girls got their hair cut so
you wouldn't single them out.

Discos closed early.

It was the largest task force
New York ever assembled.

A hundred years from now,

people will still know
the name Son of Sam.

I always say, if you want
to learn how to paint,

go straight to the artist.

- What does that mean?
- You got so much publicity,

there's a killer out in
Kansas who idolizes you.

He's writing letters to the press.

And he's writing about you.

- Is he shitting me?
- Guy's killed seven so far.

He even made a symbol.
Show him the thing.

What is that? Boobs?

It's a B.

- This is a complete rip-off.
- That's what we think.

How's he kill 'em?

He breaks into houses, ties
'em up, strangles 'em.

Calls himself BTK.

For Bind, Torture, Kill.

David, why did you name yourself?

"I am the Son of Sam.

Go out and kill, commands father Sam."

The press had called me
the ".44 Caliber Killer."

They had this absurd theory

the gun somehow symbolized my penis.

I'm not some crazed sex killer.

I needed a name that
explained who I really was.

That I was being controlled
by a 3,000-year-old demon.

People need to know demons are real.

The Exorcist is based on actual shit.

You saw The Exorcist?

Everyone did.

You read a lot about demons and
exorcisms before the killings?

Maybe.

Let's go to the first attack. We're
fascinated by your mindset...

You're adopted, aren't you?

Yeah. Just before this all started,

I traced my biological mother.

- Found out she never wanted me.
- That must've been hard.

My adoptive mother told
me my real mother died.

That often happens with adopted kids.

Well, I was illegitimate.

They both lied.

That's about when I
started hearing voices.

The "demons."

How do you know when you have a demon?

Are there symptoms?

Possession isn't just

what you see on the outside.

The torment inside is horrible.

Demons are powerful beings.

They use your own voice, your
own thoughts against you.

They make you think you're crazy.

When they get strong enough,
they speak their name out loud.

And once they've done that,
they are in complete control.

So, now you know you've got a demon...

What did you do?

I quit my job and locked
myself in my apartment.

For a month, I stayed home
listening, preparing...

Listening? To what exactly?

My neighbor, Sam, had a dog.

Every night,

this dog would howl.

He would not shut up.

He kept saying he needed blood.

He demanded blood.

I had no choice.

That writing on your apartment
walls, what was that about?

Sometimes the voices came
from inside the walls.

So, not from a dog?

I'm just trying to keep it all straight.

They tormented me.

I would tear the walls
open looking for 'em.

Was that about the time you saw
The Exorcist and read your books?

- Around then.
- I'm curious.

You had this history of demonic voices,

psychotic episodes.

Why not plead not guilty
by reason of insanity?

Why plead guilty and never get a trial

where you could explain your demons?

Because I am not insane.

I can't pretend to be insane.

I knew it was wrong, but
they made me do it.

Hearing demons is quite possibly the
textbook definition of insanity.

They came to me, not from me.

Sorry to dwell on it, but it is
the part that fascinates people.

You know, two people are writing books.
Your neighbor and some guy

you gave your life rights
to for whatever reason.

I'm in a legal dispute with him.

That book is gonna move like Big Macs.

A guy who talks to dogs, hears demons.

Crazy sells, man.

He makes any proceeds
off the book, right?

- The guy with your life rights?
- Like I said, it's a legal dispute.

I can't discuss the details.

Oh, I bet it is.

The voices don't interfere with
talking to your lawyer, do they?

It's a crock, isn't it?

There's no voices, no demon.

The dog doesn't talk.

You saw a movie, read some
books, and made it all up.

So if everything went to shit...

you'd have a way out.

Do you want to forever
be known at the FBI

as the guy who let a Labrador land him

in jail for the rest of his shitty life?

They all bought it, David, didn't they?

Even the shrinks.

Especially the shrinks.

Hell, I believed some of it.

I'm very suggestible.

Did you wanna hear voices?

I kept reading about 'em.

They got kinda tied
up with my fantasies.

What fantasies are those?

Girls. Revenge.

I'm what you call a
"sex-starved daydreamer."

That... That's just me.
That's not clinical.

When did these fantasies start?

When I was a teenager.

But even now, I still spend
most of my time fantasizing.

My killings were not sex crimes.

I never wanted to rape anybody.

I just wanted to kill 'em.

Voices helped me justify
what I already wanted to do.

How did you find them? Your victims?

Just started driving.

- Driving?
- All the time.

Lookin' for girls.

So you never picked anyone out
in advance and surveilled them?

No. I never knew who it would be.

Is that what Kansas does?

We think so from his letters.

I just drove and drove.

I'll bet he does too, Kansas.

Gotta have a reliable car.

And I was cunning.

I studied maps, escape routes.

I carried my gun, a roll
of quarters for parking.

You never know when it
might come together.

How did you know what
nights to go hunting?

Did it have anything to
do with lunar cycles?

Fuck no. I hunted every night.

- Every night?
- That's what it takes.

Commitment.

You go out every night,

but... maybe once every few
weeks, you find the right girl

in the right place, at the right time.

I never knew what I was lookin' for,

but I knew her when I saw her.

You ever take souvenirs?

Something from the scene?

- Maybe something from one of the girls?
- No, I ran.

The copycat, he takes things?

Yeah.

David, did you ever go back
to any of the crime scenes?

All the time.

Was it because you
felt guilt or remorse?

Nah.

If I struck out or there
were too many cops,

I'd go back to where I did a job.

You'd relive it.

Every detail.

Sometimes, I rolled around in the dirt

where they died, just to feel it.

Did you... ?

Masturbate?

Oh, yeah.

But not there. At home.

Again, I never fantasized
about sex with violence.

Those two things were always separate.

Of course.

Even if he takes souvenirs, your guy,

I guarantee you he goes back.

You can't resist it.

Maybe he just drives by.

Maybe.

His own narcissism forces him to admit

that the demons were fabricated.

The thought of someone else profiting
from his fame was unbearable.

Your instincts were right.

A schizophrenic wouldn't be able
to turn the voices on and off.

Crazed killer or possessed,
what's the difference?

He can't tolerate his image
tarnished by insanity.

The demons make him special.

A warrior battling insurmountable evil.

Crazy's just weak.

You know what's really surprising
is that despite appearances,

his crimes are
psycho-sexually motivated.

He kept making the point that his
sexual fantasies were separate

from the violence.

He did not want his gun
mistaken for his penis.

He did choose a .44.

That goes back to public image
conflicting with self-image.

Sex offenders are perverts.

He's a tormented genius.

When the media got that wrong,
he corrected the narrative.

So is he getting off on publicity
more than the killings?

It's both.

The killings were foreplay,

but he was just as concerned
with how he was perceived.

Naming himself, communicating
with the media.

It all adds up to control.

And Berkowitz can't control
how women treat him

or how he fits into his family.

So he creates this monstrous persona,

but really he's just a
dumpy, awkward mailman.

If we go by what Berkowitz
said, BTK trolls every night.

No one could hold down a
real job, have a family,

hunt, visit their crime scenes.
He's got a menial job at best.

- And no real relationships.
- Certainly not with women.

Based on Berkowitz,

we're gonna have to open
up an entire new category.

We've been looking at whether killers

follow their stories in the media,

like Kemper did.

But now we have to consider
how they use the media

to create their own mythologies.

So Berkowitz, what is he?

He's not schizophrenic. Does
virtually no preplanning.

Has an absurd supernatural
explanation if caught.

And there are definite sexual
components to his crimes.

Organized or disorganized?

Does he get a promotion now
that he's not talkin' to dogs?

Overall, I'd say he's
more organized than not.

Who'd have thunk?

Hey, Bill.

How was he?

A little stiff at first.

But then back to his old cocksure self.

- You read it.
- Hmm.

Still think we need to be cautious.

I think he's back.

Good night.

Good night.

Good evening. Uh, is Nancy Tench home?

I'm her husband. Can I help you?

I'm Detective Spencer
with Fredericksburg PD.

Special Agent Tench.

FBI.

What can I do for ya?

I'm so sorry. Detective Art Spencer.

Mrs. Tench, are you the Realtor
for 1159 Cimmaron Court?

Yes.

You need to know that the residence
is, unfortunately, a crime scene.

- What? Has there been a break-in?
- No, there's been a...

body found in the garage.

Oh, my God.

We're investigating it as a homicide.

Um... I'm afraid I can't disclose...

Forgive me.

May I come in?

Of course.

- Can I get you some water, anything?
- No, thank you.

I've just come from
notifying next of kin.

- That is rough.
- Oh, my God.

I'm sorry, how can we help?

I need to ask a few questions.

Ma'am, who has access to or has
recently entered the premises?

Um, just me and the owner.
I've only shown it twice.

There's a lockbox. The combination
is the street address.

I know that's not very secure.

Is it possible any of the doors may
have been left open by mistake?

No, I'm always so careful.

What about the yard? Do
you have a regular crew?

That's supposed to be me, but
I'm afraid I never got there.

I'll need to get the names of anyone

that you've taken through the house.

Of course. Um...

Please, sit down.

This one's got me a little
shook up, Agent Tench.

Bill. I get it.

I work in a special
homicide unit myself.

I've seen plenty of things
that kept me up at night.

Anything you wanna share?

I really shouldn't
discuss the particulars.

Understood.

I didn't wanna scare your wife,

but I do need to get her shoes from
when she was last in the garage.

We have a lot of latent evidence,
and we need to eliminate her.

Absolutely. Can I drop
'em by in the morning?

We'll be there.

Here are their names and numbers.
They all seemed perfectly nice.

Thank you, ma'am. I'll let you
know as soon as we're out.

I'm so sorry to have
barged in on your evening.

Not a problem. Let me know
if I can do anything.

Wow.

He was rattled.

I can't imagine.

It's... awful.

That just doesn't happen around here.

It happens everywhere, Nance.

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