All language subtitles for Ted Bundy American Boogeyman (2021)

Men are pigs.

Seriously, you can do so much
better than Bobby Kelske.

Of all the girls at school,

how could he stand me up
for Heidi Moore?

Well, if you switch
her first and last initials,

her name is Meidi Hoore.

Thank you for meeting me, Mel.

I don't know what I would do
without you.

Don't mention it.
Hey, it's Saturday night.

Let's go to my house and have
an old fashioned slumber party.

Slumber party?

No, we're not in the sixth grade!

In the sixth grade.
We didn't have these.

Look at you.

Cool it.
I don't have enough for everybody.

All right. Let's go.

Okay.

Oh, damn it.

What? What's wrong?

Auntie Flo decided
to pay her monthly visit.

Ew.
I'll be right back.

Well, take your time.
I'm gonna have a cigarette.

Shit.

Damn it.

Hello?

Anyone?

A little help.

Okay.

Ah, shit.

Uh, you...
You need help there?

Ugh.
Oh, yeah.

I, uh, I dropped my keys.

And I, uh, I can't.

Um, I'm sorry.
Would you mind?

You see,
I sprained my knee on the slopes.

My battery died,

and now I'm stuck out here
in the cold.

It's not really been
my day either, so.

Thank you.
You are a lifesaver.

Don't mention it.

Uh, shit!

That was fast.

I'm sorry.

This is the last time, I promise.

I think, I... I think
they went under there.

Jill?

What the hell, Jill?

I was just helping this guy out.

Helping him with what?

Find his keys.

Yeah. I'm sure
that was all you were doing.

Screw you, Bobby. You were the
one that ditched me for Heidi.

And now I'm ditching Heidi
for you.

So, get the fuck in.

I told Melissa I was gonna
spend the night with her.

Didn't you hear me?
I said now!

Thanks a freakin' lot, Jill.

Dammit, Jill.

Please, Sir, who are you?

What do you want from me?

Please, please.

(Muttering)

Let me out. Please.

My dad's a cop, Asshole.
He's expecting me any minute.

And when he sees you, he will
kick the living shit out of you.

Guilt is a mechanism

we use to control people.

It's, uh, an illusion,

a kind of, uh,
a social control mechanism.

Do I feel guilty
for anything I've done?

No. I feel sorry
for people who feel guilt.

What's one less person on
the face of this earth anyway?

His first victim was
18 year old Karen Sparks,

poli sci major at
the University of Washington.

On the night of January 4th,

the suspect entered
Karen's bedroom as she slept,

bludgeoned her with a metal rod
he'd torn from her bed frame,

and proceeded to
sexually assault her with it.

Karen was lucky.
She survived.

She spent the next ten days
in a coma

and suffered permanent
brain damage from the attack.

Less than a month later,
Lynda Healy,

a 21 year old psychology major,

was abducted
in the middle of the night

after an intruder broke
into her basement apartment.

It's been nine months
since her abduction,

yet no trace of Lynda Healy
has been found.

Next.

Donna Gail Manson, age 19.

Three weeks later,

Susan Rancourt, age 18.

Susan's disappearance
was followed by

Roberta Parks, age 20,

followed by Brenda Ball,

and Georgeann Hawkins.

Like the others,

none of these girls have been
seen or heard from since.

Yes, Mr. Swindley.

I mean, by the looks of it,

these chicks, they're all
sort of the same type.

What "Type" is that, exactly?

Foxy, long legs, short skirts.

The type that's usually
up for a good time.

Maybe they led this guy on.

I mean, you know how
the old saying goes, right?

"If you're advertising,
you must be selling."

If stupidity was painful, Shane.

You'd be in agony.

Ooh.

Three months ago, on July 14th,
the suspect struck again

during a huge celebration
at Lake Sammamish State Park.

This time, suspect's far more brazen.

Numerous witnesses
reported seeing a man

with his left arm in a sling
asking various women

if they would help him
rig a sailboat up to his car.

Two of those women
unfortunately took the bait.

Denise Naslund, Janice Ott.

Both women decapitated.

Both had been brutally raped.

Postmortem.

And multiple witnesses confirmed

they'd seen a suspect driving
either a tan or brown VW Beetle.

When the suspect approached them,

he told them his name.

It was Ted.

(Indistinct)

How is a woman like a laxative?

They both irritate
the shit out of you!

Since when did my desk become
the designated break room?

And good morning to you, too.

What's this look like to you, McChesney?

Names of our victims.

Dates. Some random numbers.

Shane here has come up with

a rather brilliant theory

that could crack your case
wide open.

Really?

What theory is that?

Pay attention.

Thirty six, 23, 36, 23, 36.

Number of days between each abduction.

Look at this kid.
He hasn't even graduated yet.

He's already gunning
for his old man's job.

Except it's not accurate.

There were 45 days
between Susan Rancourt's

and Brenda Ball's disappearances.

You also forgot the fifth
victim, Roberta Parks.

If you paid attention in class,

you'd already know that
we went over these patterns.

Thirty six,
23, 36, 23, 45.

Well, I just hope
we don't have another

Zodiac hippy devil worshipping
Charles fucking Manson

on our hands.

Manson actually wasn't a
devil worshipper.

Charlie is quite the talker though.

As you might imagine,
his favorite subject is himself.

Who the fuck are you?

And who the fuck let you down here?

I'm sorry.
Captain Swindley?

Supervisory Special Agent
Robert Ressler.

I'm with the Behavioral
Science Unit of the FBI.

What's this about?

I'm not here to step on
anyone's toes.

Just to observe and offer my assistance.

I have my task force
well under control.

We don't need any assistance
from the feds.

Why would the Bureau be taking
an interest in this case?

Have they been developing
their own leads?

No, nothing like that.

Part of our new mandate is to
educate local law enforcement

by passing along information
we've gathered.

Gathered from whom?

Interviews we've conducted

with convicted offenders.

We've been studying
the psychological aspects

of their crimes

in the hopes of eventually
developing a profile.

Oh, you hear that, Shane?

This is my son Shane.

He just graduated WSU
with a degree in psychology

and he's already top
of his class at the academy.

He is going to be your best
resource around here.

Actually, I was thinking
I would work with.

Uh, Detective McChesney.

Kathy here,
she's from our Sex Crimes Division.

You know,
I figured it's a good idea

to have at least one gal on
the team.

You know, soften up the witnesses,

you know what I mean?

And here I was thinking

it was because of
her exemplary track record.

I observed part of your class, Detective.

I was impressed.
Thank you.

I joined the task force
after the Lake Sam murders.

Janice Ott and Denise Naslund.

Last two taken, first ones found.

Only ones found.

We still have six girls missing.

Well, it's been real quiet
around here

for the last three months.

No Miss August.
No Miss September.

No Miss October.

So, I'd say old Teddy boy

is either taking an extended vacation,

or he's found himself
a new hunting ground.

Society wants to believe

it can identify evil people,
or bad or harmful people,

but it's just not practical.

Just like you can't
tell by looking at someone

if they're a good person.

No man is truly innocent.

I mean, we've, we've all transgressed

in some way in our lives.

I don't think anybody doubts
whether I've...

I've done some bad things.

The question is,

what, of course, and how, and
maybe most importantly, why.

Now, he chooses his victims
for a reason.

His victims are young,
attractive women.

But to him, women are possessions.

He instinctively recognizes people

who radiate vulnerability,

their their...
Their facial expressions say,

"I'm afraid of you."

You need a lift?

Fuck off and die, you creep!

He's coming.

Okay.

When he feels the last

bit of breath leaving her body

and he's looking into her
eyes, well,

the person in that situation.

Trick or treat.

Is God.

So.

This is our system.

Every potential's entered
manually and assigned a card.

How do you keep track
of them without a database?

Database?

The only computer in this
entire office

is in the payroll department.

We're making some progress.

Of the 40,000 VW Beetles
registered in the state,

we've narrowed down the list
to less than a hundred.

Cross referenced
with records from local DOL?

Law enforcement in other counties?

This is Seattle, Washington,
not Washington, DC.

Information is never shared
between jurisdictions.

Cutting through the bureaucratic
red tape is half the battle.

As you can see,
he certainly has a type.

All the girls were under 25,

all Caucasian,

100 to 125 pounds.

Brownish hair parted down the middle.

We've found that most
sequence killers

tend to choose victims with
common physical characteristics.

Mm. I'm fairly certain
Ted is highly intelligent,

probably reasonably good looking.

He knows how to make
these girls trust him.

He preys on their sympathy
and vulnerability.

He sees their kindness as weakness.

And he knows
how to make them disappear.

Heather?
What a surprise!

Hey, Cuz!
What are you up to?

Oh, just killing some
time before my evening class.

Looks like someone's
on a shopping spree.

What's the occasion?

Jim's taking me out of town

for our third anniversary
this weekend,

so I figured I'd buy myself
a little something

to keep him interested.

if you know what I mean.

Hey, why don't you
put those in your car

and then meet me back inside?

I'll buy you an Orange Julius
and we can catch up.

Oh, Hon, I'd love to,

but I have to get home
and start dinner.

I've turned into a Stepford Wife.

It's okay, next time.

And give my love to Jim.

I will.

Excuse me, Ma'am.

Ma'am, do you own a green Camaro?

License plate 3AV 499?

Yes. Who are you?

Officer Rose.

I'm with undercover mall security.

I mean, we apprehended a suspect

attempting to break into your car.

Seriously?

Yeah.
If you'll follow me.

Was anything stolen?

Well, that's what we
need you to tell us, Ma'am.

It looks all right to me.

Well, tuck your head in there

and take a look around.

My partner must have locked it

before he took the suspect
in for questioning.

I'm sorry.

It doesn't look like anything's missing.

Well, take a good look.

We wanna make sure he didn't
take anything of value.

Really, everything looks fine.

Well, you're still
gonna need to come over

to the station and file a report.

Like I said, nothing was taken,

so I really don't see why.

You know, they're gonna
keep this man detained

until you decide whether or not
you're going to press charges.

Look, it'll only take a few
minutes, all right?

Station's right up the road.

Hell, I'll drive you.

I'm supposed to meet
my boyfriend soon.

I hope this won't take long.
I'll have you back in a flash.

By the way,
are you related to Heather?

She's my cousin.

I knew it. I knew it.

You know,
I just ran into her in the mall.

So did I.
But how did you...

I used to go to school
with her husband, Jim.

Man, he's a good guy.

Come on. It'll be quick.

It's open.

It's open.

So how do you know Jim again?

On second thought,
I think it's easier

if I just drive myself.
I know where the station is.

Can we just do this another time?

Please, just pull over.

I'm not kidding!

You let me out of this
fucking car right now!

Do you wanna know
what I'm going to do you?

First, I'm gonna strangle you.

Then I'm going to rape you.
And then...

Get off of me!

Help me! Please!

Wait! Wait! Don't!

Wait for me! Please, stop.

Stop! Stop!

Ah!

Help!

Stop! Please! Stop!

Wait, wait.

Go, go, go.
Please drive. Please drive.

Oh, get this.

Last month,
he brings in the goddamn psychic.

Swindley thinks
there's a satanic cult

behind every unsolved murder
in this city.

When it's probably his anti
social pantywaist of a son.

I will drink to that.

So, what made you
want to join the Bureau?

Mm.

I grew up in Chicago.

Mm hm.

When I was 15, I became
obsessed with these articles

published by The Tribune
about the Lipstick Killer.

I didn't make up the name.

Oh.

I guess you can't take me anywhere.

Anyway.

what about you?

How'd you get involved with
the sheriff's department?

Well, oh,
it wasn't my first choice.

During my senior criminal
justice seminar...

Oh, mind you, I am one of three
girls in the class of 200...

And this Bureau guy comes in
one day to do some recruiting.

He starts handing out applications

and when he finally gets to me,
he says,

"Sorry, FBI doesn't hire
female agents."

All I can say about that
is times are changing.

I wouldn't be surprised
if one day,

you're leading the charge at Quantico,

tracking down sequence killers.

Mm.

Ooh, yes.

Not sequence killers.

Serial killers.

That's what they should be called.

Serial killers?

You know, like the old Westerns.

Ah!

They always ended with
this huge cliffhanger, right?

You had to come back
the following week

to find out what happened,
and then the week after that.

Oh, never fully satisfied.

They always leave you wanting more.

And.

you know, these killers kind
of do the same thing.

First, it's one victim.

Then two. Then three.

And each time they think
that the next one

will bring them closer to fulfilling

their ultimate fantasy.

It's a never ending cycle.

Like a serial.

You're going to make
one hell of an agent one day,

you know that, McChesney?

A serial killer.

It makes sense.

Well, consider it yours,
Agent Ressler.

No credit necessary.

We interrupt this program

to bring you a special report.

Earlier today,

the bodies of four more young women

were found on Taylor Mountain.

All of them had been strangled

or bludgeoned by this brutal killer.

Remains of six missing girls

were found at the same site.

The skeletal remains
of 21 year old woman Ann Healy,

22 year old Brenda Ball of Seattle,

18 year old Susan Elaine Rancourt

of Anchorage, Alaska,

and 20 year old Roberta
Kathleen Parks

from Lafayette, California.

Just a few miles away
from the place...

He did it.
Where those four were found,

police identified two more
murdered girls.

He killed them all.

These two disappeared

from the same place.
And he just dumped them

up on that mountain like trash.
Lake Sammamish State Park.

They were 23 year old Janice Ott

and 19 year old Denise Naslund.
He is goin to do it

again and again and again.

Two more women have gone missing:

Julie Cunningham,
a 26 year old woman from Vail,

and Denise Oliverson,

a 24 year old from Grand Junction.

On January 12, 1975,

Caryn Campbell disappeared
from the Wildwood Inn.

Thirty six days later,
her nude body was found

almost three miles away.

Debbie was attending a play

with her family
at Viewmont High School

on the night of November 8, 1974.

She left the play early
to pick up her brother

at an ice rink.

Debbie never got to her car.

Police believe the key

was from the same handcuffs
used to kidnap Carol DaRonch

four hours earlier

the same night Debbie Kent disappeared.

Nighttime at the Kents' home
in Bountiful,

this front porch light
burns for Debbie.

Mrs. Kent vowed
when her daughter disappeared,

"I'll turn the light off

only when Debbie comes home."

The hardest part, Mrs. Kent says,

is the heartache of not knowing.

This is gonna take a while.

I don't care.

I'll stay with them
all night if I have to.

Come on.
I'll buy you a coffee.

I'm gonna get him, Ressler.

If it's the last thing I do.

I'm gonna get him
for what he did to those girls.

You almost act as if you knew them.

Ah, well.

I had an older sister.

Her name was Jamie.

Ah, yeah. She, uh, ran away
when she was 16 years old.

And our parents just spent
months looking for her.

They thought she'd gone to
San Francisco and joined a cult.

But.

She was just hitchhiking on
the coast, meeting people.

Yeah, I guess she was... She was
just trying to find herself.

You know,
she made it as far as Portland.

Last guy that picked her up
drugged her.

Raped her.

He left her in a heroin den.

She never regained
consciousness, so.

Detective McChesney?

Yes.

I'm... Lynda Healy's mother.

I am so...

Please don't.

I don't want to hear
that word ever again.

I need you to listen to
just one thing I have to say.

I want you to find the monster
who did this to my daughter.

I want you to find him.

And when you do,

I want you to shoot him dead.

That's him.

Are you absolutely sure, Carol?

Take your time.
It's almost been...

That's him!

That's the shitbag
who tried to kidnap me.

I will never forget his face.
Never.

Thank you.
We'll be in touch.

I'll testify.

I'll do whatever it takes
to put him away.

Because that guy
is totally fucking crazy.

So, would you say the fantasy

is more stimulating to this
person than the act itself?

Well, I'd assume that what
most stimulates

such an individual is, uh,

the hunt, the pursuit of his victim.

Well, what would you say this individual

gains from his hunt?

Why does he keep referring to himself

in the third person?

As if everything he's saying
is a hypothetical?

"This individual,"
"This person."

(Indistinct)

Because he's not giving us a confession.

He's merely "Hypothesizing."

Sharing his "Legal opinion."

Ah. Law school dropout
turned Perry Mason.

This is such bullshit.

Do you think this person

would have kept mementos
of his victims?

Locks of hair? Jewelry?

Photographs, perhaps?

I would think it's certainly

not out of the realm of possibility.

And what makes you think that?

Well.

when you work hard
to do something right,

you don't want to forget it.

Let's, uh, you know,
take a short break.

Dr. Fred Richmore,

from the Bureau's
Behavioral Science Unit.

Detective Kathleen McChesney,
Seattle Homicide.

Bob.

Detective.

So, what are we looking at here?

In my 16 years as a clinical psychiatrist,

I can honestly say Theodore Bundy

is the most dangerous individual
I've ever observed.

Mr. Bundy seems to derive a deep,

almost mystical satisfaction
from killing.

After a while, the act of murdering

isn't just about lust or violence.

It's about possession.

Possession?

Mm.

Is this his way of copping to
some kind of insanity defense?

No, no, no, nothing like that.

You have to first understand

there are two distinct parts
to his personality.

First is Ted.

Helpful, personable,
articulate, charming Ted.

And then, there's the entity.

Entity?

So, you're saying
he has a split personality?

Not exactly.

I believe it's a complex pathology

wherein the entity
is both in and of Ted.

First is his dominant personality,

his mask of sanity, if you will.

And then, there's the entity.

I believe it began with

an unnatural obsession with pornography

from a very young age.

And I don't mean the blue magazines

that teenage boys hide
from their parents,

but rather, he became obsessed
with sexually explicit

images of violence,
with human pain and suffering.

And he believes this entity
has given him magical abilities,

like the power to walk
through walls,

and to not be seen.

To make him... Invisible.

All this,
and it still doesn't add up

to a legal confession?

Not yet.

But I'm certain there are
many more victims out there.

yet to be found.

Bundy was being held

in the Garfield County Jail

because it is modern
and said to be much more secure

than facilities in Aspen,
about an hour away.

Bundy's escape bordered on a
Houdini escapade.

The 5'11", 145 pound
former law student

ripped out a light fixture
and steel grating in the ceiling

and then maneuvered himself up

through a 12 inch by 12 inch

hole in the ceiling.

Are you watching this?

That son of a bitch.

We're looking everywhere.

Trains, buses,
and this is the usual thing.

I have no idea where he is.

He'll blend in. Disappear.
That's what he does.

But he doesn't have any money, clothing.

Unless he got help from
someone on the outside?

He easily got himself
a ten hour lead but.

with any luck,
the weather's slowing him down.

He won't last long in a snowstorm.

He'll have to go someplace...

Warm.

Call me if you got something.

Seven, six, five, four, three,
two, one.

Happy New Year!
Happy New Year.

Happy New Year.

Good night.

Bye. Night.

Shit!

Hey, what's going on?

Are you okay?

♪ Do Lord do Lord
Do remember me ♪

♪ Do Lord do Lord
Do remember me ♪

♪ Do Lord do Lord ♪

♪ Do remember me ♪

♪ Do Lord remember me ♪

Oh, shit.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Bundy.

I-I don't know if you remember me.

I'm Det. McChesney

with the King County
Sheriff's Department,

and this is Agent Ressler
with the FBI.

May we have a moment of your time?

Surely. Come right in.

There we go.

I'm sorry it isn't much.
I wasn't expecting company.

Do you mind if I turn the
record off?

No, go right ahead.

I always find comfort
in the Lord's music.

Cream and sugar?

Oh, no, thank you.
Okay.

Here you go.

I suppose you know
why we're here, Mrs. Bundy.

Oh, please call me Louise.

Louise.
Hm.

I'm sure you've heard that.

your son escaped from custody again.

I'm quite aware.

The reporters have been calling
the house day and night.

It got so bad I had to take
the phone off the hook.

Do you have any idea where
he might have gone, Ma'am?

If I had any information to share,

I certainly would have
done so already.

I think it's just terrible

what they are doing
to my poor son.

You're going through
a terrible ordeal, Louise.

We didn't come to
further upset you.

Yes, all of this is very upsetting.

I know it is.

But it's very important
you let us know

if you have had any contact
with your son.

I haven't heard from Teddy in weeks.

But I hear what they're
saying on the news.

And the things
those awful women in church

are whispering behind my back.

But I can tell you,
this is all a very big mistake.

Mistake?
With all due respect, Ma'am,

your son is currently on
the FBI's Ten Most Wanted list.

With all due respect,
you do not know my son.

You have to understand
that it wasn't easy

being an unwed mother
back when Teddy was born.

I was very young
at the time I had him.

My parents tried to force me
to give my baby up for adoption,

but I couldn't bear to do that.

So, I carried on.

And finally, they said,
"All right, Louise,

you can stay home
and have your baby

and finish school.

But on one condition:

That we raise Teddy as our own."

So, you're saying Ted grew up believing

you weren't his mother,
but his sister?

My mother, she had some problems

and she had to be committed
to an institution.

My father,

he had a dark side.

especially when he drank.

He used to say,

that Teddy was conceived in Hell.

I suppose that would make
my father the devil,

wouldn't it?

Do you remember Ann-Marie Burr?

Seven year old girl who lived
a few miles from here?

Back in '61, she disappeared
without a trace.

Remember?

Of course, I remember.
Poor little thing.

Her parents were just devastated.

Do you recall Ted
was around 14 at the time?

He delivered newspapers
in the neighborhood.

Ted had nothing to do with that.

I'm-I'm sorry.

That's all the information
I have for you.

Except to say my son Ted is
the best son in the whole world.

We'll be in touch.

If you let me know
when you're coming next time,

I'll be sure to serve
ice cream and hot apple pie.

Well, that was interesting.

Yeah.
She doesn't know anything.

We can still tap her line

in case he tries to call.

Mm-mm. He won't.

He's got other plans now.

It's been empty for a few months.

Don't mind the dust.
Come on in.

What'd you say your name was again?

Chris. Chris Hagen.

Oh. Nice to meet you, Chris Hagen.

I'm Dorothy Slater, but
the girls all call me Dottie.

Class of '69.
Chi till we die!

So, you're a transfer
student from...?

UCLA. I'm finishing my MBA.

Wow, Los Angeles.

Must be nice getting away
from all them weirdos.

Oh, feel free to get rid
of this old junk.

Once upon a time,
I was gonna be a big

Fifth Avenue fashion designer

but none of my stuff made it
past the Brooklyn Bargain Mart.

But hey, you can't fault a girl

for giving it the old college try!

Of course not.

Hm.

Wait for me.

Keep your eyes in your head, Sweetie.

Don't let my sunny disposition
fool you.

I'm a damn strict house mother,

and I don't tolerate
no funny business.

I also don't make it a habit

of taking in handsome
grad students as boarders.

I just need a place to shower,
study, and sleep. That's all.

Well, if you're looking
to move in right away,

I'll make it easy on you.

How much?

Sixty dollars a week.

But if you keep the grass
trimmed and the driveway swept,

I'll make it an even 50.

Deal.

Well then, welcome

to what we like to call Chez Oaks.

Hm.

You know what?
I think I forgot.

Yeah, I'm gonna need to go to
the bank

and cash a check.

Oh, well,
don't worry about it, Chris.

God made me a trustin' soul
and a good judge of character.

Plus... You look kind of familiar.

I got it. Paul Newman!

You got the same gorgeous
blue eyes.

God bless your heart.

Yeah, okay.

Serious, but yeah.

Yeah. Guys, you see that?

Guys, watch this.
Watch this.

Oh. I'm sorry.
I-I didn't.

I didn't see you there.

It was my fault.
I wasn't paying attention

Uh, are you moving into Chez Oaks?

It looks that way.

Well, welcome to the neighborhood.

I'm Cheryl.

Ah, Chris.

Don't mind them.
They are harmless.

Mm, for the most part.

I'll do my best.

Well, um, if you need anything,
someone's usually always home.

See you around, Chris.

I am a C-H.

I am a C-H-I!

And we'll have CHI-O in our hearts...

Until the D-A-Y we die!

Whoo!

Look what I found.

Seems Margaret had an
unauthorized visitor last night!

Speak for yourself, Karen.
I use those for dusting!

Sure, you do! Think fast!

Kathy. Kathy!

Kathy! Over here, Kathy!

I'm warning you, Lisa,
give me those back!

Come and get 'em!

Come and get them.

Karen, give those.

Shit.

God, Chris!?

Ju... Um, go... Go around.

Other other door.
Other door. Yeah.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to startle you.

Well, you did.
What are you doing out there?

I was coming by to let Dottie know

I'm going to be a couple days
behind on the rent.

A job I was expecting
sort of fell through.

Um, she's out on a date right now

but I'll let her know
when she gets back.

Thank you.

Have a good night.

Chris? Chris!

Hold on one second.

Um.

Dottie made her famous
meatloaf sandwiches tonight.

You look like you could
use a decent meal.

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

Cheryl?

Would you maybe.

like to go to dinner
with me this weekend?

Thank you, but, uh, I can't.

I have a boyfriend back home.

I was intending as friends,
of course, but I understand.

Well, um, enjoy.
Good night.

(Muttering)

Ah!

Why won't you listen to me?

You can't touch me.

I'm not here.

I'm invisible.

I am no one.

What the hell is going on, Herb?

I'm shutting down the task force.

What do you mean,
shutting it down?

Bundy's not our case anymore.

He is federal jurisdiction.

But he's still out there.

He could back here in Washington,
for all we know.

I can't keep diverting
department resources

to this case.

We have a six month backload upstairs.

You've got to let it go.

Why don't you tell that
to Lynda Healy's parents?

Why don't you go over
to their house

and you knock on their door

and you tell that
to her mother's face?

Why don't you tell that to
the families of Susan Rancourt,

of Donna Gail Manson,

of Brenda Ball, of Georgeann Hawkins,

Denise Naslund, Janice Ott,

Roberta Parks, Lynda Healy.

Tell them.

Tell them that you no longer
have the department resources

to go after the man
who raped and strangled

and mutilated their daughters!

Your new office is upstairs
on three.

I am reassigning you to Vice.

Hey, how about that?
Right next to my office.

You know what?

Fuck you!

No, fuck you both!

Ted Bundy, a Washington State resident,

was convicted last year
of the kidnap assault

of a young woman from
Salt Lake City.

He's also the prime suspect

in a series of murders
of young women

in Washington State.

As well as the suspect in a
murder case here in Aspen.

This is Ward Lucas,
reporting from Aspen.

McChesney.

Child abduction ten hours ago.

Ressler, where have you been?

Tallahassee.

What's going on there?

Bundy.

Less than a week ago,
a female student

was attacked by an unknown man

on the campus of Florida
State University.

An attempted strangulation.

Witnesses?

None who could give a positive ID.

The unsub was wearing a mask.
But a college campus?

Where the winters are warm?

And get this,
a '68 Volkswagen Beetle

was reported stolen
by an FSU student

the same night as the attack.

Ten a.m. this morning,
12 year old Kimberly Leach

missing from her school
in Lake City.

She was last seen driving away
with a dark haired man

in a red '68 Beetle.

Jesus.

The area is just like downtown Aspen.

A 12 year old girl?
That's not Bundy's M.O.

Ann-Marie Burr.

I'll book the next flight to Tallahassee.

I want you on the ground there too.

I'll clear it with Swindley.

No, don't bother.
I've been reassigned.

What?
Yeah. I'll tell you later.

If you're right,
Bundy's probably coming apart.

He's been locked up for two years.

Now he's a ticking time bomb.

And there's a quiet
college town in Florida

that has no fucking idea
what they're dealing with.

Ted Bundy, according to Mike Fisher,

chief investigator for the
DA's office,

is a dangerous man,

and the sheriff was criminally negligent

for allowing Bundy to escape.

Meanwhile, life goes on as usual,

and single unescorted women
walk the streets,

presumably unconcerned.

They apparently
don't know or don't care

that Ted Bundy is a chief suspect

in the murders of at least 18,
possibly 30 young women

in four states.

Each of those women
disappeared without a trace.

Chris?

Chris?

Anyone home?

Oh, okay.

What are you doing in here?

Can I help you with something?

Ah, I just got home,

and I saw that the door
was open, so.

So, you decided to come
right on into my apartment?

No, I just, uh...

Don't.

I-I-I wanted to get
Dottie's plate back.

Plate?

Yeah.

The, uh, the-the plate
from last night?

The one with the sandwiches?

Oh!
That plate. Excuse me.

All right, thank you.

Don't mention it.

Uh, well, I-I-I have rehearsal.

So, I'm-I'm gonna go.

I found this yesterday.
I thought you might like it.

Thank you,
but I-I-I can't accept that.

Sure, you can.
We'll just... Shhhh.

Look at that.

Isn't that nice?

And guess what?

You don't even have to tell
your boyfriend where you got it.

This key opens every gate on
the campus.

We got an APB out right now.

Every department
between here and Pensacola

is on the lookout for this guy.

We appreciate your professional
courtesy, Sheriff.

Thank you.

I hope you're right about this.

I hope we're not.

Hey, Cheryl, what's up?

I thought you were going out
dancing at Sherrod's.

Mm. I'm not feeling up to it.

What's wrong, honey?
Are-are you sick?

No, um, I just have a paper
due Monday.

I really want to get it done.

I guess we're all staying home
on a Saturday night.

So much for "Chi till we die".

From your not so secret admirer?

Ugh. Take it.

I-I don't ever want to
see that thing again.

There's something
really off about him.

Well, you don't have to worry
about creepy Chris anymore.

He cleared out this morning.

Dottie was furious,
said he took off

without ever paying the rent.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

(Muttering)

I'll meet you down
by the south entrance

in 20 minutes.

Hey, be careful.

This concludes our program

scheduled for the day.

We'll return to the air tomorrow

with more of your favorite programs.

Ladies and Gentlemen,
our national anthem.

Come on, Guys.
I'm trying to sleep.

No.

Stop.

Who are you?

No!

Okay. I got you. I got you.

I got you.

Come here. I got you.

Help's on the way, okay?
You're gonna be okay.

I got you. Come here.

Come here.

Help's on the way. Okay?

Help's on the way. Okay.

Ted! Freeze!

Freeze!

Dispatch, this is Guzman.

We got a Code 55.

Female victim, severe head trauma,

possible other victims.

Send ambulance and all available

units to 661 Jefferson.

The Chi Omega sorority.
Do it now!

You can't touch me.

I'm invisible.

I... Am... No one.

We got you.

You're gonna be okay, all right?

What can I do for you, Det. McChesney?

It's actually Special Agent
McChesney now.

Oh, congratulations.

Thank you.

But my son is dead now.

I don't know what more
I could possibly say.

Before his execution,

Ted confessed to a number
of murders, Mrs. Bundy.

He led us to more,
several more bodies.

His confessions were recorded
on tape.

These tapes are going
to be made public very soon.

We just thought you might
want to hear them first,

before anybody else.

And that little girl,

my, she screamed
and screamed and screamed.

And I enjoyed her pain, her suffering,

the power I had over her
in those final moments, huh.

I like to kill.

I'm the most cold hearted

son of a bitch you'll ever meet.

And we, we, we serial killers,
we are your sons,

we are your husbands, we are everywhere.

Um.

How about ice cream
and hot apple pie?

That's for you.
I made that for you.

♪ Amazing grace
How sweet the Lord ♪

♪ Ahmm hmm hmm like me ♪

♪ I once was lost
But now I'm... ♪