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This is John Cameron Swayze in Boston.

A turnout of Bostonians, unsurpassed in numbers and enthusiasm...

in the city's history, roars its welcome...

for Al Shepard, followed by Gus Grissom,

sharing the popular tribute with their fellow astronauts of Project Mercury.

There's Johnny Glenn.

Joy in this usually reserved city of Boston is unconfined.

Recognizing Glenn's morale-boosting feat...

that proved free men will have their say in space...

when the chips are down.

There's a pandemonium of pride as the Mercury astronaut...

arrives with his wife at city hall to be officially welcomed...

by the mayor and other privileged dignitaries.

A moment long to be remembered by all who witness this stirring event.

Leaving the municipal center,

the tempo of the acclaim is stepped up...

and the triumphal motorcade is cheered to the echo...

by additional city multitudes.

At the Statler Hilton, where the New England luncheon...

in honor of Glenn and his Mercury astronaut associates...

will be held, a thousand notables are seated...

to supplement the public tribute as Boston toasts...

another "well done" for Al Shepard and Johnny Glenn.

Come in. We're all finished.

How long has she been dead? Four or five hours.

Rape?

There's no semen, but she's been mauled and bitten.

All these taxes,

and they still can't deliver the mail on time.

They're too busy blowing everything up with the money.

I heard on TV that they're cleaning up some African jungle.

Imagine, with parts of Boston the way they look.

Guess Myra's stuck at the hospital with another case.

No, she's home. I heard her take the milk in.

Did I ever tell you, when I was nursing, about Mr. Peavis?

He was-You told me.

If she was home, she'd come out and get her mail.

Oh, Mr. Harris, did you see Mrs. Edwards go out this morning?

Nope.

The only thing that one ever hears is the race track reports.

Maybe she's sick.

You know, she gets those terrible migraines.

Myra, are you there?

She wouldn't leave her door open.

Mr. Harris. Mr. Harris!

Usually in a homicide of this kind where nothing's stolen,

it's a personal enmity, a grudge killing.

Two cases of personal enmity...

against two harmless old ladies in the same neighborhood in one week?

Come on, Captain. Looks to me like a nut's loose.

Nuts don't ransack apartments.

Nothing was stolen, was there?

Oh, let him have his story.

Maybe the nut was looking for something imaginary.

Uh-huh. Like what? How do I know?

A fire engine he thinks someone stole from him when he was three.

Don't you watch television?

You know what that's called?

A double square knot, a surgeon's knot?

Not a very commonly used knot, is it?

So the women were strangled with a double square knot.

What are you trying to tell us, that it was a doctor or an Eagle Scout?

Okay. What about the sex?

What did he actually do to them? What's the difference?

- People like to read about it. - Let them read paperbacks.

- We're withholding that till we check out confessions. - Do you have any?

We have a select group we can rely on...

to confess to any homicide committed in greater Boston.

I'll see you later.

Mm-hmm.

Thanks, Captain. Gentlemen.

A Teletype from the Lynn Police.

They found a 68-year-old retired nurse by the name of Louise Penny,

strangled.

Was she raped?

With a wine bottle.

We've got a full-blown maniac on our hands.

I've got him all set up for you.

Now, this regular, the one that's in the bar-

his name's Arnie Carr-isn't straight.

I don't have any real straight ones, God knows, but he is special.

How special? Well, what he does is,

he talks the whole thing up in dirty words, you know, until he's ready.

That's not so unusual. You're tellin' me.

But when he's ready, nothing happens...

until he gets his hands on my throat and squeezes.

That's 20 bucks I gave you.

All right! Now, just-just wait a minute.

Saturday, when that nurse got it, he was supposed to come around.

He didn't show. And before,

the day Mrs. Hodak was killed, same thing.

Now, that's never happened before!

He's never broken an appointment.

He's always exactly on the button. He's that kind.

Well, I'll try and talk to him.

Is he smart enough to know he doesn't have to?

He's married. He's scared to death.

Mr. Carr, I'm Detective DiNatale.

I have some questions for you. Questions?

You know a girl named Cloe?

I don't know any hookers.

I didn't say she was a hooker.

You broke two dates with her last week.

Yeah, well, I-I went out of town.

Where? Hyannis, Providence.

What do you do, Mr. Carr? I sell paint.

Can anybody place you in Providence and Hyannis, prove that you were up there?

Well, I don't know. I'd have to think. Think.

I don't understand why it's so important...

if I broke a couple of dates with a girl.

Is that a crime? Adultery is.

I bet your wife would think so.

You leave my wife out of this.

Listen, is the girl in any kind of trouble?

If you want anything from me,

as long as it's off the record, I'll give it to you.

The girl's not in any trouble.

I wanna know why you get turned on by putting your hands around her throat.

I don't hurt her. Why do you do it?

I- I don't know.

Do you like to think about women being frightened?

They know I don't mean it.

So you pay them to pretend to be frightened?

They get plenty out of me for it. Uh-huh.

You write down for me where you were and who you talked to on these two dates.

I want the names, the places, the time,

anything that you can remember.

Who is it? The plumber.

The owner told me to come over to look at your sink and your toilet.

He said you might get new ones.

He never said anything to me about it.

I don't know about that, lady, but you're on my list.

I'll phone him. Maybe you could come back.

I don't know when I'll get back.

But it's okay with me if you don't want to be bothered.

No. No, I-it's all right.

As long as you're here, you should look.

Well, you know, you can't be too careful these days.

Emma Hodak, Myra Edwards, Louise Penny, Bertha Blum-

all highly respectable women,

innocently admitted this deranged man into their homes.

Allow no strangers to enter your home under any pretext.

An emergency telephone number, RI 2-1818, has been established.

This line is open 24 hours a day.

Do not be embarrassed nor afraid...

to report any person, no matter how insignificant...

you may feel your suspicions are.

Thank you.

All right.

I hope you've all got the picture.

Each of you is getting a list of known sex offenders.

Bring in the people you usually ignore.

The peepers, the men's room queens, the exhibitionists,

subway jostlers, the dirty word specialists.

Now, I know it isn't easy to question habitual sex offenders...

and certified nuts, but nail them and let's talk to them.

You don't have to have an ironclad case.

We're not interested in misdemeanor convictions, only homicide suspects.

Now, let's get with this.

If we don't find this man, I'm afraid this is gonna keep happening.

That's it.

All right! Come on! Everybody out!

Go on! Get outta here!

Get over here! Make a straight line! Get over here!

Come on! Get outta here!

Go on! Get outta here!

Line up over there! Come on! Come on!

All right! Everybody out! Let's go! Let's go!

Make a straight line! Get over here! Come on! Get outta here!

All right. Come on.

I called you 15 minutes ago, and they still aren't here.

I told you before, I'm a nurse.

Three of those women were nurses.

This man has been here three nights in a row, peeking.

Please! Thank you.

At it again.

All right, Ralph, let's go.

I love you.

Hello? Is this Mae?

This is she.

How are you tonight, Mae?

Oh, it's you. Uh, I'm fine.

I didn't recognize your voice. Why not?

Sergeant, this is Grace Lockwood at 73 Grove.

We have him on the phone again. How would you like me to come over?

- She'll try and hold him as long as she can. - You'll sit on a chair, and...

I'll sit across the room.

You wear panties, Mae?

Sometimes. What color?

Black.

Net or solid?

Net.

Then we'll have a drink, Mae.

What do you drink?

Martinis. It's on Route 2, Terminal 94.

Martinis are okay.

I like a sweet drink.

Maybe Kahlúa.

You know why, Mae?

No. Why?

Because I got a special way of-

Well, I'd rather not say at this time.

There certainly seems to be a little similarity.

Do the, uh, similarities appear to be striking?

Are there more than just one?

Yes, there are several factors involved...

which appear to be similar in all of the cases.

This is the, uh, Cambridge police chief now.

Chief, uh-Chief, could we talk with you for a moment?

Chief? Chief?

Chief, can you give us anything more on this?

What else is there? A 67-year-old nurse...

has been sexually assaulted and strangled by a Boston maniac.

This is the fifth victim. Two belong to Lawrence and Lynn.

I stand corrected. This two-fifths Boston maniac.

This is another nurse. Do you figure it's someone who works in a hospital?

Or someone who worked in an old people's home. They're all old.

Someone who worked in an orchestra. They all liked music.

Someone who worked in a laundry. They were all neat and clean.

How did he tie the knot? The same as the others?

That's corroborative evidence. We're holding it back.

How did he tie it? Double half hitch.

The same as the others?

If there is more than one man operating,

he sure as hell went to the same school.

This, then, is the fifth strangling...

and the fourth police department to become involved.

Many of us have begun to wonder...

if perhaps a split in jurisdiction is less than helpful.

Is there a central file where all investigating officers can consult?

And can detectives from one city...

cross into the lines of another at will to pursue investigations?

The answers to these and other relevant questions is an unhappy no.

Clear there. Ready?

How do you feel about the Boston Strangler?

Well, I feel a little bit nervous.

I've been reading the papers and going along with the story.

A lot of apprehension on your part? Yes, I would say so.

How about in the evening? Uh, I take every precaution.

After 9:00, I'm pretty close to home.

Well, I really think that we should be well protected...

and have our doors locked-everyone.

I make sure that I'm in the house early. I close the doors.

What happens if somebody does ring the doorbell?

I won't answer it.

You won't answer it at all in the evening time?

No. I answer it, but I don't open the door.

Just what they told us to do about the locks on the doors and not going out alone at night.

What is your personal feeling about it?

Of course, I think he's a sick man in the first place.

I mean, anybody in their right mind wouldn't do anything like that.

What precautions are you taking? I don't go out at night.

I think it's a very, very sad situation.

- How about in the evening time? - I don't go out by myself at night.

- Are you taking any precautions against the Boston Strangler? - Yes, I am.

It's a situation that makes one very uneasy, is it not? It certainly is.

We hope they find him very soon. What do you think of the police department?

Do you think they're doing their utmost? Oh, yeah.

Fine. Thank you very much.

Looks like she's been dead for at least 24 hours. Any rape?

No, but she's been mauled just like the others and mutilated with this.

Stabbed through the heart. I don't think she let him in this time.

How do you know? A burglar's tool.

He must have used it to slip the lock.

We found it under the body.

You know, that was beginning to get to me, the way they let him in.

They were all scared, but they still opened their doors.

Nobody ever thinks it will happen to them. They don't wanna get strangled.

That's not exactly what they have in mind.

Old ladies in Boston?

In Boston.

Think what it must be like in New York.

"Taxation through payroll deduction,

"compulsory arbitration of labor disputes,

"confiscatory taxation itself.

"Yet in the area of condemnation of private property for public use,

"in the best egalitarian tradition...

"of the greatest good for the greatest number,

"the present administration found widespread public resistance,

"vindictive and sometimes violent.

"Today, under the leadership of Attorney General Brooke,

"the very mention of eminent domain no longer produces sentiments...

"in the most conservative citizens verging on anarchy.

"As his captain of that division, I have had the honor...

"of working with him to break the backlog in the courts...

of land damage cases and to help persuade the legislature-"

- You're doing this on radio? - Yes. Is there anything wrong with it?

Well, it's scholarly.

- I was trying to popularize it. - What time do you go on, Jack?

8:00 a.m. 8:00 a. m.?

Well, it might make a nice valedictory address for you.

Am I going somewhere? No, I want you right here.

Just an added bit to your duties, that's all.

What added bit? I like Eminent Domain. I know you do.

It's legal and technical and orderly and remote.

What have you got in mind for me? The stranglings.

I beg your pardon? Oh, come on, Jack.

You must have some contact with the everyday world.

You do read the newspapers. Only the editorial pages.

Don't you look at television?

Can't. It hurts my eyes.

You know, I actually see that electronic beam scanning the tube.

What about the stranglings? They keep happening.

Of course. Compulsive homicide, inner motivated.

- You only catch them by fluke. - That isn't good enough.

Fortunately, you have four police departments to absorb public criticism.

Commonwealth can stay out of it.

I don't intend the commonwealth to stay out of it.

There's an absolutely urgent need to coordinate the investigations.

We've got to do it. What part do you want me to play in this?

I want you to coordinate the investigations for the commonwealth,

set up a Strangler Bureau.

No.

This is not a favor I'm asking of you.

And the budget hasn't any money to pay you for it.

But I'm putting it to you as I see it- public service.

I teach law. I write about law.

My practice has almost disappeared while I've been working with you.

That's my public service. I'm not even remotely qualified for this kind of thing.

You have one of the best minds I know. You're highly respected.

You're a uniquely competent administrator.

And in spite of that scholarly pose, you're tough enough.

Forgetting everything else, I'm against it on principle.

- You want the stranglings to go on? - That's not fair.

I don't want to throw out the baby with the bath.

The stronger and more centralized police authority becomes,

the less I like it. Spoken like a scholar.

Which is what I hope I am. God really sits on your shoulder, doesn't he?

That's a regional and ethnic disability I inherit from my ancestors.

Well, shall we have some more tea?

It's so cold outside. It sure is.

My hands are frozen.

I can hardly move my fingers.

I just hope it doesn't snow again.

I hope not either. It would ruin the weekend.

That'll probably be ruined anyway.

I can't reach my keys. Do you have yours handy?

Yes, they're in my pocket someplace.

Boy, these packages are heavy.

Oh! She's got it double locked again.

She must have stepped out to get the steak. She said she wanted to.

That butcher likes her.

I can understand while she's in the house,

but every time she goes for the mail or the garbage?

He's only interested in old ladies anyway.

The strangler's seventh victim, Lisa Gordon,

was young, unlike the others who were old,

Negro, unlike the others who were white,

and living with two other girls,

unlike the others who lived alone.

From now on, no woman in greater Boston,

regardless of who she is or how she lives,

can feel secure.

And now, let's go to the state house, where Mr. John Bottomly,

who has been appointed head of the newly created Strangler Bureau,

is setting up his headquarters.

Mr. Bottomly, how are you, sir?

Hello there, Mr. Dryer.

Mr. Bottomly, at this early stage of the investigation,

can you tell us what your first steps will be?

Yes. Our first job is to copy the files of each of the homicides...

in each of the police departments involved-

Boston, Cambridge, Lynn, Lawrence, and Salem-

and reconstruct them in master files in these books here.

I see.

Uh, Mr. Bottomly-

Mr. Bottomly, is there any significance to the fact...

that half of that bulletin board is empty?

A medical psychiatric board...

is one of three divisions in this operation.

I've talked informally with its members,

and they feel the chances are...

these killings will continue until we find our man.

There's a lot of talk about finding these demented people...

and treating them before they get to the point of killing.

Now, do you have an opinion on that?

A lot of talk is exactly what it is.

What more can you expect from a society...

that itself spends 44% of its tax dollar on killing?

- Anything else? - Yes. Why did you take this on?

I was ordered to by my employer, the attorney general.

Ordered to, Mr. Bottomly?

- Don't you find that credible? - If you say so.

I'll amend it.

He challenged me, and I was sucked in.

Thank you very much. Right.

Elsewhere in the nation on this day-

Miss Ridgeway owns the house and rents rooms. Old Yankee family.

She lives with a lady named Alice Oakville. They're married to each other.

The pigeon is a tenant named Terence Huntley. He's a faggot.

I can't wait.

Good morning. I'm Detective DiNatale.

Detective, I'm simply delighted to meet you.

And this is Sergeant McAfee.

And this is my good friend, Miss Oakville.

Now, I'm not going to tell you anything first.

I want this to have the same effect it had on me.

Alice, what did I say to you the day Mr. Huntley hung that painting?

You said, "Alice, look at that.

"You mark my words.

The next woman he strangles is going to be a Negress."

That was the day before Lisa Gordon was strangled.

Did you have any reason to be suspicious of Mr. Huntley previously?

Alice, tell the detective about seeing Mr. Huntley...

on Gainsborough Street where Mrs. Hodak lived.

I met him walking on Gainsborough Street...

just three days before Mrs. Hodak was strangled.

He was just staring into store windows of those junk shops.

Isn't he an antique dealer?

What's that got to do with it?

Do all antique dealers collect books like this?

The Collected Works of the Marquis de Sade.

This and four others about Thuggees.

I'm sure you understand the significance of that.

Absolutely.

What's a Thuggee? And who is de Sade?

Thuggees are a sect of Indian ritual murderers...

who strangle their victims.

The word "sadism" comes from the Marquis de Sade.

All Terence Huntley is interested in is strangling and torture.

I've seen some put-ons, but that one's carrying it too far.

She's coming this way.

Are you Terence Huntley? I am.

I'm John Bottomly. We've been having trouble contacting you.

I heard you were trying to reach me.

Are you the Bottomly in the Strangler Bureau? That's right.

Terry, you old hound, you've been hiding your lamp under a blanket.

Bushel. This is Cedric Ewing, Harold Robin.

Very happy to meet you, Mr. Bottomly,

And very impressed.

Excuse us. We have a date with a gunnery sergeant.

Why didn't you answer my calls?

I didn't know who you were until just now.

I never answer calls unless I know who the people are.

Why not?

Because I'm too vulnerable.

If you're rich and gay,

people continually harass and blackmail you.

Have you any idea why I want to talk to you?

Well, whenever there are unsolved sex crimes, the police crack down on us.

I think it's ridiculous. Be that as it may, we have an informant...

who insists that you're the Strangler.

Oh, my God.

Miss Ridgeway.

Do you protect stoolies, even in this exotic atmosphere?

Every suspect has to be checked out.

I thought you'd prefer me to a detective.

The old school tie.

Or is it that you're really a little curious about us? Let's say I'm slumming.

I didn't think that you'd make a remark like that.

I was rude. I'm sorry.

I believe you are.

What did you want to ask me?

Have you any business on Gainsborough Street?

Oh, the flower.

I beg your pardon?

The one that plays the girl's role is the flower.

Alice Oakville.

Yeah, she saw me on Gainsborough Street. Of course she saw me there.

I buy things from secondhand shops there.

Here are the dates and times of the seven stranglings.

I'd like you to list, as well as you remember, where you were in each instance.

Send it to me at the state house.

You know that Miss Ridgeway is a rejected lover.

I don't, frankly.

We were lovers. I broke it off.

She is a woman scorned.

Apparently, things aren't as upside down as they seem to be.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

She played the man's part. I, the woman.

There was nothing I could say, so I didn't say anything.

I'll see you right after the credit union meeting.

No, you get some sleep.

As a matter of fact, we both should.

I'll see you tomorrow night at the plant. Okay.

Good night. Good night, sweet.

Now, Lloyd, I told-

Hello, Luis.

Has your attorney explained to you...

that you don't have to answer our questions?

Oh, I don't mind answering intelligent questions.

What were you doing with this? Saving it.

Anyone who strangles a woman can't be all bad.

Stop it, David.

And this? I'm sick, you know.

More likely drunk. How much have you had?

That's how they teach 'em in the police academy-

catch 'em off guard with irrelevant questions.

- Where did you buy this? - Also irrelevant,

immaterial and incompetent.

What are you made up for? You wouldn't be playing Othello, would you?

Bravo. Intellectual civil servant. I am Othello.

Othello strangled his wife because she was unfaithful to him.

Mine wouldn't have had time. We were only married yesterday morning.

And you would've had time for number eight who was killed in the afternoon.

Ah! Marry in the morning and murder in the afternoon.

Of course. Sheer omnipotence.

You've been looking at my case history.

They say I have m-mess-me-me-

messianic de-delusion.

Do you think you have? I think-

You better leave the matter of your sanity to the doctors, David.

Are you prepared to charge him? They're prepared to go on with these sessions...

in hope that I'm gonna spill something.

Don't you know desperate men when you see them? Jack?

We'll hold him.

For having a newspaper clipping on me?

Oh, don't be ridiculous!

For carrying a concealed weapon. Also, assault and battery on your wife.

- My wife won't charge me. - You wanna bet?

We're ready for you, Mrs. Parker.

Police brutality. We don't do that anymore.

I'm sorry.

Who is it?

It's me, Colonel Brumley.

Oh, hi.

Well, um,

you're even prettier than I remember from that party, Dana.

You know, it's funny. I can't seem to remember that party,

but I do remember you.

Well, give me your coat. Oh.

Well, there are so many parties on Beacon Hill, aren't there?

It's just like one big sorority house, isn't it?

Yeah, just like a big sorority house.

Oh, will you have a drink, Colonel?

Call me Lyonel. And a Coca-Cola, please.

It's malaria, you know, from the Pacific.

It's, uh, doctor's orders.

Most of the doctors I know are half-gassed...

by the time 5:00 rolls around.

Uh, you have a lot of, um, physician friends?

You're kidding. Didn't I tell you I was a nurse?

I don't-I don't think so.

I'm attracted, uh, to nurses.

They... have a, uh,

nice sense of, um,

reality.

My, you are a trim one.

What's that?

That's a gun, Colonel. You see, I'm a policewoman too.

Julian.

This is Lieutenant Soshnick and Sergeant McAfee.

In that case, I would, uh, like the drink.

So this is the famous Colonel Brumley, huh?

My, my, my, what a time we've had finding you.

Mac, you think he looks like a colonel?

I'm-I am, uh, not really a colonel, you know.

Wholesale groceries, isn't it?

Well, he doesn't look like a colonel to me,

but he sure as hell doesn't look like a pickle salesman either.

- Uh-Uh, produce. - Lyonel,

you know that impersonating an officer is a crime?

- Not if you don't wear the uniform. - He may be right.

How do you find them?

Um, in the, uh, phone directory,

or, uh, if they're pretty, like-like Dana,

I follow them home.

How long has this been going on?

About, um, six months.

One of the ladies says you have a little black book.

Uh-huh.

Oh.

You have been a busy little beaver, haven't you?

Gainsborough Street, Park Drive, Salem.

Mention any one of the neighborhoods, he's been there.

How many names have you got in here?

Oh, about, um, 500.

How many have you scored with?

Oh, at least, um, two-thirds.

In six months?

Uh-huh.

You have any idea why you do this?

Well, just sort of a hobby.

You know what gets me is here is a city...

with the women in it supposedly terrified of the Strangler,

and this pickle salesman,

a total stranger,

talks his way into their beds without any trouble at all.

- I wouldn't say that. - He could have killed any one of them.

Maybe he did. I couldn't kill anything.

- We'll check you out. - Check him out, hell.

Find out what kind of diet he's on...

and have it mimeographed for the rest of us.

It's done. Better wake June up.

June!

June!

Mr. Bottomly, would you like to make a statement at this time?

No, I'm sorry. No comment. This is the ninth victim.

Your office must have something to say.

The same M.O.? The same.

My God, you'd think after eight of them, they'd stop opening the door for him.

June Williams, 19.

The press wants a statement. What do we tell them?

I think we ought to give it to the press just the way it is-

horrify them into keeping their doors closed!

I don't want the press to find out about the broom business.

The only one who will know outside of us has to be the Strangler.

He won't be here for a few minutes. We've got time for a sandwich.

Yeah.

You know, I got to tell you, I thought you were kidding about this.

I haven't found anything to kid about since I left Eminent Domain.

Well, what the hell is E.S.P.?

Extrasensory perception-

seeing and hearing things that have happened without being there.

Sort of like a delayed mental telepathy.

I don't believe in ordinary mental telepathy.

Science takes it seriously. I've checked Hurkos.

He's helped police around the world, from Miami to Scotland Yard.

There are facts. Coincidences.

They could have got the same thing by opening a fortune cookie.

We've got nine dead women, and every suspect and every clue...

that 2,600 police have come up with has exploded in our faces.

Yeah, but where's the money coming from?

Don't tell me the commonwealth is springing for this.

No, it isn't. A rich friend of the attorney general is paying Hurkos.

Rich and eccentric.

Look, I'd read the entrails of a crow on the steps of the state house...

if I thought we'd come up with one lousy little clue.

This Mr. Kiari has a cottage in Rockport,

and Bobbie Eden was in Rockport the night before she was killed.

Does any of that check out?

Absolutely. Now listen to the rest of it.

"I prayed for a sign that I was right in accusing Mr. Kiari,

"and last night, it came.

"I woke up, and a blue ball of fire...

was flying through my room, writing the name 'Kiari' on the ceiling."

Anything else?

This came in yesterday from a Catholic nursing school.

They got it from a Eugene T. O'Rourke.

"My reason for writing now is to say that I'm a bachelor,

"and I would very much appreciate it if you could suggest a nurse...

"who might like me as much as I'd like her.

And if so, we could begin a friendship that might lead to the altar."

Pathetic. Very sad.

Except... he's been fired from a ladies' shoe store...

for groping a customer.

His landlady says he sleeps on bedsprings without a mattress.

Just the springs?

Some order of French Trappist monks where he was living...

threw him out for acting like a nut-

trying to torture himself, washing himself in the toilet, that kind of thing.

He's had shock therapy. Spend some more time on him.

Which one is the swami?

Texas character is a bodyguard.

I'm John Bottomly. Hurkos.

Dick Matheson. Detective DiNatale.

Everyone say Peter to me. Phil.

If y'all don't mind, I'd like to see your I.D.s.

No reporters, huh? How you manage that?

It was easy. All we had to do was get every newspaper,

radio network, TV station,

and international wire service to agree to look the other way.

That's why we brought you into Providence. Now, if Peter strike out,

public don't know nothing, nobody yell "big fake," right?

Right. Okay. All right. This way.

This the way you want 'em?

Each pile covers one of the killings.

You got here the ladies' stockings, panties, bras, that stuff?

On the way. Okay. We start on pictures.

All yours.

Tricks you play, huh? This one phony-baloney.

This not belong.

Show Peter up, huh?

Now we try real one, eh?

This top one is house- house where murder take place.

Underneath is dead woman,

like this.

Pretty good, eh?

It's all right. Sorry I'm late, but my car wouldn't start.

- This is Sergeant Phil Lisi. - Phil.

Hello.

You're not late because of car.

I tell you what happen.

You phone girlfriend.

"I can't come over this morning.

I've got to see this nut, Hurkos."

She say, "Ah, come over for one cup coffee."

Right, Phil? So you go there.

She bend over to get coffee.

You grab her, push her on kitchen table, and zunk!

Then you come here. That's why you're late, right?

- You're a dangerous man, Peter. - I tell truth, what I see.

Hey, Phil, open that.

Let Peter see ladies' things.

Ah, don't take so big, Phil.

Maybe half men in room have girl on way to work.

Maybe Hurkos big fake, huh?

I see him.

Not too big.

Five feet six, seven.

A hundred and 30, maybe 40 pounds.

He-He-He not sleep in bed.

He is on floor. No, no, no.

On mattress. No, no.

Just on springs. Sleep on springs.

He loves handbags. I-I see handbags, women's handbags.

Lots of handbags.

He use them for sex.

But it make him- make him feel bad, not good.

He-Oh.

I need map. Boston. Quick!

He live here! Cambridge.

This man priest.

No, no, no, no. No priest.

But live with priest,

dress like priest.

Priests, they-they care, but he-he hurt himself.

He-He make dirty. He wash hands in toilet.

They-They throw him out. They-

I stop now.

We need a search warrant for a Eugene T. O'Rourke.

Here's a letter O'Rourke wrote, and these are my notes after I checked him out.

A 23-year-old girl... in Cambridge.

That's number 10.

- O'Rourke lives in Cambridge. - I got something, eh?

You got something.

Hey, look at this.

Strangler's knot.

Yeah, well, that would be one way to tie them together, wouldn't it?

Don't fight it too hard. I don't recognize these floor plans,

but the crosses have been placed just about where the bodies were found.

It would be absolute insanity if the way we got to break this was Peter Hurkos.

My God, look at this book of yoga exercises.

Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten bodies!

What else do you want, an invitation to the 11th?

- Eugene T. O'Rourke. - You know an attorney?

Uh, my brother is a lawyer, but he won't talk to me.

We'll get you one if you want one. It's your right.

It isn't a lawyer I need, I'm afraid.

I can't remember when I wasn't like this.

I, uh-

I-I, uh-

Go on. Y-

I can't. I can't.

I thought I could, but I can't.

I should be put away.

You know, they gave me shock therapy.

You know, they made me leave the monastery.

Why did they make you leave?

You don't know what it's like.

I know you... looked at everything here.

You looked in the closet.

You saw the handbags.

It's what I think of.

That's all I think of.

I know I'm unclean.

I wash I-in dirt to punish myself.

I do other things too- terrible, disgusting things.

What do these X's mean?

I took a correspondence course in art,

and I, uh, had to put the X's down to see where I have to do it over again.

Why did you blot out 10 of these women?

I- I didn't like those pictures.

Why do you have all those things knotted together?

I'm collecting them for Our Lady of Victories.

Where did you buy this?

Oh, no, that's not mine.

No, you lost it. Where did you buy it?

Wh-What are you saying?

I-I never saw that before.

Listen, Eugene, we know all about you. Everything.

Now, God wants you to tell us the truth.

God knows how you've been hurt, and he wants you to tell us the truth.

God wants your salvation as much as you do, huh?

Now, tell us the truth.

But I'm trying.

This is very hard for me.

It's a terrible, dirty thing. No, no, not about the handbags, Eugene.

But about what?

Start at the beginning.

How did you kill that first old lady, Mrs. Hodak?

How did you get into her apartment?

Come on, Eugene. You can't feel any worse than you feel now.

You'll feel better.

Oh, you think that I-

that I-

Oh! I thought you wanted to help me.

- We do wanna help you. - Go away!

I never hurt anything in my life,

except myself.

If I arrange it, will you commit yourself to a hospital...

so you can be helped?

No. You don't really want to.

You're just tricking me!

Under Massachusetts law, Mr. O'Rourke,

any doctor can commit you for 10 days' observation without your permission.

I can't stop you, if that's what you wanna do.

That's what we'll do-give Mr. O'Rourke a chance to think things over.

All right. On your feet, Eugene. What are you doing?

You just said we should- I said a doctor can commit him.

We'll find a doctor at Boston City.

He doesn't wanna go to Boston City.

The papers'll be signed right here before you move him. But if we get started now,

we can get-You'll get what?

I'm developing my own E.S.P., and it tells me...

that we've made a beautiful landing at a wrong airport.

Now, phone in. Get the doctor here.

You can come in now. We're all finished.

She was a student-psychology.

Worked part-time in a hospital. Was she raped?

The doc said no.

It's our man again for sure.

Everything locked from the inside, strangler's knot,

no actual rape.

Stab wounds in a perfect circle around the breasts,

and then a bull's-eye.

This kind of mutilation goes with a queer.

Now look at this.

She was doing her master's thesis.

"Factors Pertaining to the Ideology of Male Homosexuality."

She knew him. She let him in.

He sat in this chair talking to her.

These look like soot marks. He must've brought it in on his shoes.

Did she have a boyfriend?

Three, but two of them are faggots.

We think the other one was banging her.

So what? Everyone's banging everybody.

It's a horny world. You shake 'em down,

you'll probably find all three have good, solid alibis.

No, no, no. This is our man.

She let him in, all right, but she didn't know him.

He's probably not a homosexual.

If we don't find him fast, we'll all be riding three-wheel bikes...

and emptying parking meters.

Thus was the life and the death...

of John Fitzgerald Kennedy.

Leaders oaf hundred nations come in tribute-

De Gaulle of France,

Prince Philip of Great Britain,

Erhard of Germany.

The great among men.

A gathering such as this has never been seen in America.

No, you can't! Yes, I can! Yes, I can!

No, you can't! Oh, shush, shush, shush.

Be quiet. Michael!

Don't be sad, Daddy.

Come here.

A riderless horse,

stirrups backward for the fallen chieftain.

Irmgard.

You know, I just can't believe he's dead.

I can't either.

I'm gonna check on a furnace. I left when it happened.

Now, Al?

I might as well. I wanna get some air anyway.

Try to be back by 6:00. Dinner will be ready.

Okay. See you later.

Kennedy's coffin, borne on the same caisson...

which carried the body of Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

It is a day of national mourning in his own land.

It is a day when men around the world wonder...

how this thing, so needless, could have happened.

Men wonder...

and find no answer.

They can only pause in silence to mourn his passing.

Hi. Yes?

Um, the super sent me to check your bathroom.

I didn't think anyone was working today. Yeah, isn't it awful?

But I have this house marked down for today.

Well, can't you come back in a day or so?

Well, yeah, I guess so. Sorry to bother you.

No, wait.

I don't wanna miss getting the bathroom fixed.

It's in there.

Uh-huh. Yeah, well, that looks kind of bad.

I know. That's what I keep telling them. Yeah, well-

Look. Even the- Even the tile is falling apart, you know?

Yeah.

Who is it? Painter.

Owner sent me over to look at your walls.

He didn't say anything to me.

Well, you're on my list. You have the owner phone me you're okay,

and I'll let you in. If you don't want the work done, it's all right by me.

All right. Come up.

Hey, hey! What are you doin'?

Hey, is that your car? Yeah.

Well, will you do me a big favor and move it?

I got furniture to drop there.

Okay.

Hi. Uh, I'm lookin' for an apartment.

The manager's apartment's over there, number three.

But there are no vacancies.

Now, don't scream and you won't get hurt.

Miss Cluny?

Yes?

This is John Bottomly, who wants to talk to you.

I'm here, Miss Cluny, because the man who attacked you may be very important to us.

We think the man might have been the Strangler.

Oh, my God.

You're very lucky to be alive.

What was the last thing you remember before you woke up in this bed?

I was ironing.

I remember I was ironing some small things.

I don't like ironing.

You don't remember anything until here?

I... remember that I couldn't move.

I kept trying to move, and I-I couldn't.

What stopped you?

I don't know.

It was like I was paralyzed.

Paralyzed completely? Your whole body?

I don't think so.

I could move from side to side.

I kept trying.

Try to remember why you couldn't move your hands and feet.

All right.

Miss Cluny?

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

He just broke into my house!

Mr. DeSalvo, your attorney, Mr. Asgeirsson here,

tells me you're resisting his representing you.

Now, I strongly urge you to follow his counsel.

But I told you, I don't need an attorney. I haven't done anything.

How do you think you got here? Do you suppose these two officers...

have nothing to do but go around framing innocent people?

Why should they? Yeah, that's what I'd like to know.

Why should they? This standard burglar tool...

was found on you when you were arrested.

Do you deny it's yours? He admits it's his ruler, Your Honor.

Why shouldn't I admit it? I mean, I bought it in Jordan Marsh.

And the next thing I know is these cops, they knock me down for no reason at all.

Mr. DeSalvo, these officers,

Mr. Taylor and four other witnesses state here...

that you were pursued for two blocks before you were captured.

I don't care. They're lying. Nobody chased me anywhere.

I, um-

I think there's a very strong possibility that Mr. DeSalvo is mentally disturbed.

Do you agree? It's possible.

Mr. DeSalvo, by law...

you would have to be brought in for a preliminary hearing within the next 48 hours.

I don't think you're up to it.

The law provides that you may be committed to a state institution...

to determine if and when you are competent to stand trial.

Boston City Hospital.

I dreamed about rags being torn,

just torn over and over again.

Were the rags tearing themselves up?

Weren't they in someone's hands?

No, they were just rags.

You haven't minded being hypnotized by me, have you?

No. It makes me feel rested afterwards.

Well, I'd like to put you under right now while you're thinking of those rags.

Now, follow my hand with your eyes.

Keep it in focus.

Your eyes are getting tired.

You want to sleep.

You want to go back to your dream to help us-

to see those rags and remember...

who was tearing them.

I bit his hand. I can see it. I can taste it.

- I bit his hand hard! - Are you under now?

No! Can you see beyond the hand? His face, his body?

- No. - Try.

I can't.

You know what I mean? Uh-

But... I don't belong here.

Mm-hmm.

I-I guess everybody says that, don't they?

Mm-hmm.

You know how I got here? Some cop knocked me down outside of Jordan Marsh's.

They found this ruler on me, and they said it was a burglar's tool.

I mean, how do you like that? It was just a ruler. I use it in my work.

I'd like to be able to tell this to somebody.

God, I'm afraid to breathe.

It's fascinating.

DeSalvo's preliminary diagnosis indicates the possibility...

of a classic multiple-personality situation.

In such cases, does the patient know he has two personalities?

No. You mean, he actually doesn't know...

what the other part of him is doing?

Well, "the other part of him" is the wrong phrase.

It's hard to accept, but there are actually two totally separate personalities.

I mean literally, actually, two separate people enclosed in one body.

They take turns using the body.

Excuse me.

Dr. Nagy.

It's the dispensary.

Oh, thank you.

The wound was a human bite.

He claims he caught it in some machinery.

He's lying. He may not be lying.

If this diagnosis is valid, he wasn't bitten.

The other man was. One valid definition of sanity...

is someone who isn't in an insane asylum.

Where does he work?

Pyne Furnace on Bradley Street.

There was soot on the floor of Terry Evans's apartment in Cambridge.

It could've come from a furnace.

Check his work record against the stranglings, you and McAfee.

See when he was off work or on outside jobs. All right.

Number seven on October 5.

"Lisa Gordon, 215 Huntington Avenue, Boston."

October 5.

DeSalvo checked out from a job at Rollins Place at 2:00 p.m.

That's 15 blocks from Huntington. She died at approximately 2:30.

He could've made that easily.

Number eight. October 19.

"Bobbie Eden, 205 Park Drive, Boston.

Time of death: approximately 7:30 p.m."

He had an emergency repair job a couple of blocks away.

"405 Park Drive."

He checked out at 7:00 p.m.

That's eight out of eight he was available for.

Number nine. November 1.

"June Williams, 448 Charles Street."

Approximate time of death was noon.

Worked all day in the shop. Hey, wait.

"Lunch: 11:30 to 12:45." He killed her during lunch.

We're less than a mile from Charles Street.

Number 10. November 10.

"Terry Evans, 24 Essex Street in Cambridge.

Time of death: approximately 1:00 p.m."

"Worked in repair shop 10:00 to 12:00 noon.

"Serviced furnace at 38 Hudson Street, Cambridge,

3:00 to 6:00 p.m."

He had time to squeeze in number 10.

Number 11. November 25.

"Pat Bruner, 4 University Road, Boston." November 25?

That was the day of the president's funeral.

Everything was closed.

He was available.

Call the hospital and put more security on him. Right.

What did you tell the children where I am?

They haven't asked.

What-What do you mean, "they haven't asked"?

Well, they're only- they're only little children.

I know, but-They accept things.

But...

don't they miss me?

I, uh-I talked to Mr. Asgeirsson.

What the hell are you talking to him about? Now, don't get excited.

What do you mean, "don't get excited"?

They tell me he's gotta defend me. For what?

Albert, I'm just telling you what he said to me.

Now, you want to know, don't you?

Don't. Don't get angry.

I'm not saying this.

I don't believe anything.

What-What did he say?

Well, he- he asked me to try to talk to you.

He-He thinks you should plead guilty to housebreaking.

Cut it out!

You, uh-you believe them?

Albert, I don't believe anything!

I don't know what's happening!

He said...

if you admit it,

it won't matter if they find out.

Find out what?

That-That you are sick.

You believe them then?

I love you, Albert.

I love you, Irmgard.

Albert's survival depends on his absolute certainty of his innocence.

If he accepts your interrogating him,

it'll stir up all the terrible rumblings that have got to be going on inside him.

Isn't that the idea-

to get him to start hearing those rumblings get louder and louder...

until he can't stand it? Phil's right.

He's got to be questioned. I think you want to question him because-

You want to question him. You got the smell of the prey on your nose,

and you wanna close in for the kill, just like any ordinary cop.

My motivations are my own affair.

I wouldn't let you question him if he was charged with the stranglings...

and he was in jail.

Well, I'm certainly not going to allow it when he's in a hospital...

and maybe mentally incompetent. So you don't want to find out if he's the Strangler?

Of course I want to find out. But I'm here to protect him,

not to help you send him to the electric chair.

Suppose I can find out without any legal risk to Albert?

You can't.

I'm perfectly willing to sign a paper that guarantees...

that anything I get out of him will never be used against him in court.

Then what's the point?

The point is, I have to know if he's the Strangler.

We all have to know so we can start breathing again.

You would honor it, but what about your successor or some gung ho D.A.?

You sign for Albert, I sign for the state.

If another prosecutor tries to use any evidence I get or even a confession,

it would be thrown out of court on the grounds that it was deceitfully exacted from Albert.

This is a medical problem, not a legal one.

You don't seem to appreciate at all the danger to Albert as a patient in this hospital.

If you force Albert the family man to acknowledge the existence...

of Albert the strangler, he'll go over the edge.

We haven't come up with one single piece of evidence that can be used in court.

No fingerprints, no witnesses, no nothing. It's the only direction I can take now.

He could become catatonic, hide from himself, withdraw totally.

We've got a ward full of them upstairs.

Nobody knows where they withdraw to, but they're not here with the rest of us.

That's quite a responsibility.

It's bad enough if he's guilty, but what if he's innocent...

and you push him over the edge?

Would it keep him in here for the rest of his life?

Almost certainly.

Then it's the next best thing to a conviction.

Mr. Asgeirsson wants to see me.

He told me I don't have to talk to you if I don't wanna.

He's right. You don't. You don't have to talk to me.

And if you do talk, nothing you say can be used outside this room.

Bottomly, is that what you said?

That's right.

I'm sorry. He doesn't make me remember anything.

He just looks like anyone else to me.

Look at his hand.

It makes me feel frightened somehow.

But he's still no one I've ever seen.

Is it the best you can do?

I'm sorry.

All right. Thank you for trying.

Do you remember what you did the day before you were arrested?

Um, I worked.

That the day you hurt your hand?

What's my hand got to do with anything?

I'll be absolutely honest with you.

I want to hear what you say happened, then we'll check what did happen.

If what you remember is completely different from the facts,

I'm going to assume that the doctors may have something-

that there's something wrong with you.

Well, go ahead and check.

I fixed this furnace in South Boston.

A lot of the hot air pipes were leaking.

A lot of hot air mixed with raw gas.

And the valve was jammed and I couldn't turn it off,

so I tore up some rags to try to-

I, uh,

tore up some rags...

to see if I could stop the leaks.

I could smell-

What happened then?

I tried to force the valve shut with my wrench.

I put it on the valve nut, and the wrench slipped off.

My hand-

Go on.

What about your hand?

I guess it got caught in the fan.

You guess? Don't you know?

Yeah, I know. I, uh-

I, um, got it caught in the fan.

Look, uh, I'm tired. Yeah, all right.

That's enough for now.

But I want you to understand your predicament.

If the hospital releases you, you'll stand trial.

And I'm sure, on the basis of the evidence,

that you'll be found guilty of breaking and entering the Taylor apartment,

even though it's a miscarriage of justice.

If you don't stand trial, the hospital's gonna hold on to you...

because they think you're sick and they haven't found out what's wrong with you.

So, one way or the other, you're not going to be free.

Look, I'm not stupid. Don't you suppose I know that?

But what am I supposed to do? I can't yell anymore. My wife won't even listen to me.

Listen to me.

That's why I'm here.

Maybe the two of us can find out what happened.

If I-If I weren't so worried about...

how to take care of Irmgard and the children,

I don't think I would give a damn.

Remember the day the astronaut Alan Shepard came to town?

They had a big parade for him.

Yes. Yes, I remember.

Uh, I think I saw the parade.

Where were you? Um, let's see.

I think I was in front of the Statler Hilton Hotel.

Right. Tell me what you saw.

Well, what has that got to do with anything?

We've been all through this before, Albert.

I wanna check what you remember about things with the facts.

We have your work record from Pyne Furnace.

We can find out if what you remember is true.

Yes, I mean-But why would I lie?

I'm not saying you would lie. I'm saying if you do lie, you don't mean to.

I think that may be how you got yourself in trouble.

Oh.

Well, uh, let's see. I-

I was, uh, standing in front...

of the Statler Hilton Hotel,

a little back in the crowd.

I remember...

I wanted to get home early that day,

because...

I'd promised Judy I'd fix her dollhouse.

So I-I left the parade before it was over.

I get in my car.

I wanted to get out of the parking lot before the crowd broke.

Tell me about Judy's dollhouse.

It was just a kid's dollhouse.

You see, I, uh-

I, uh- I built this, uh, kind of playroom...

in the basement...

a couple of years before in my house,

and Judy...

wanted the same thing in her dollhouse.

Kids, uh, are funny that way, you know what I mean?

Was it much of a job?

Um-

Well, it-

it needed, uh, special tools.

Small-Small ones.

- Do you feel ill? - It's just I don't remember things.

It's very tough.

Of course it is.

We won't do anymore today.

Sit down, Albert.

All right.

How are you feeling?

I don't feel so good.

You know, you've been walking and talking in your sleep.

Yeah, I know. They told me, but I don't remember.

I can't remember it.

Do you want me to stop Mr. Bottomly from seeing you?

I can, I think, at least for a little while.

Give you a chance to catch your breath. No.

It bothers you, though, doesn't it?

It's awful.

Then why do you want to go on?

I don't know.

Can you tell me what the feeling is when you talk to Mr. Bottomly?

What's it like? I don't know.

I'm always feeling like, uh,

something is going to happen, and it never does.

But you like the feeling?

Oh, yeah, I like the feeling. I mean, it's all right.

It's just scary. It's, uh, like driving a car too fast.

You know what I mean?

When it doesn't happen,

this "something,"

how do you feel?

Well, then I feel lousy, like the bottom is falling out.

Like everything is going away, and I-I can't reach it.

You know what I mean? I mean, uh-

Let me tell you. It, uh-

I remember when I used to go to confession when I was a kid.

I'd be, uh, walking toward the box, feeling great,

because I was gonna tell the father about what I did-

stealing things out of my mother's purse or something worse.

You know what I mean. I mean, for real.

And then all of a sudden, I'd lose it.

I mean, I could-

I could actually, uh-

Well, I could see it coming out of my head...

and kind of floating out of the box.

Then it'd be gone, and I-I couldn't talk to him.

I'd feel awful, and that's the way I feel about-about Mr. Bottomly.

But you do feel good when you think...

you're going to be able to tell him something, don't you?

But scared.

Well, like, I suppose...

because I-I didn't tell him anything.

Albert, tell me this. What do you think would happen to you...

if you found out what this something is...

and you told him?

I'd die.

- Morning, Albert. - Morning.

I wanna go back to the day of the president's funeral.

Do you remember what you did that day?

Well, I guess we all remember that day, yeah. Tell me about it.

What's the point?

I could tell you anything. You got no facts to check.

Pyne Furnace was closed just like everybody else.

What we did on days of crisis- Pearl Harbor, V-J Day, the assassination-

can tell us a lot about ourselves. That's a crock, Mr. Bottomly.

You're not kidding me. You've got something going I don't know about.

You've got something going I don't know about. We're just trying to trade information.

Well, suppose I say no? Suppose I call it off?

You won't do that, Albert.

You're an honest man. You want to know, don't you?

Will it make me feel better?

I mean, do you promise it'll make me feel better?

Of course it will.

Did you watch TV that day?

Yes.

- Did you feel very badly? - At first, I didn't believe it.

That he was dead. But after I knew it really happened, I felt bad.

- Very, very bad. - Did you watch it all day?

It seemed kind of the only thing you could do to give respect.

You didn't go out?

You're right. I went out and drove around.

I didn't wanna look anymore.

Go on, Albert.

Well, I, uh-I, uh, parked for some reason.

Did you get out of the car?

No.

Was there mail that day? I think so. Why?

I remember looking for the mail.

When you went home? You looked for the mail when you went home?

- Are you sure? - Where else could I look for my mail?

What's the matter?

I, uh-I saw something.

What? I don't know what it was,

but it-it scared the hell out of me.

What did it look like? Oh.

I don't know now. It came in my head, and it's flashed out again.

What's-

What's happening to me?

Something touched you off. You're having an anxiety attack.

You want the doctor? No.

I don't need the doctor.

I'll find it out myself.

I must...

be-be losing my marbles.

You're not, Albert, but you know now there's something wrong, don't you?

Will you admit that to me? Yeah.

Yeah, something.

Something.

Want some? Mm-mmm.

What are you doing?

Reading law.

Just law generally?

I've always found it comforting.

Some people read automobile books or rifle magazines.

But it isn't working.

Nope.

I think he's about to crack.

I'm glad.

He's suffering.

You don't seem to be jumping for joy either.

No, but I don't have to face anything that monstrous about myself.

That monstrous?

What are you facing in yourself that's just a little bit monstrous?

Well, at this hour of the night, you look at yourself and...

truth has a way of...

lying there on the rug in front of you.

I'm enjoying this.

It's a big game hunt, and I don't like myself for it.

Don't be too hard on yourself.

I know I didn't marry Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes.

It's a hell of a thing to find out, at my age, that you're not what you thought you were.

What time do you have to start on him in the morning?

Early.

Then come to bed.

Michael punched a boy in the nose. Michael did that?

Yes. And what'd you tell the boy's mother?

I told her if he couldn't play with Michael nicely,

that he couldn't come over anymore.

Michael picks fights. I saw him. No, no, no, no, no, Julie.

Your mother didn't ask you. Michael still picks fights.

How are you doing in school? Show Daddy your report card.

Hey, this is not bad.

Thank you. I miss you, Daddy.

When are you going to not be crazy anymore? Who said Daddy was crazy?

Michael's friend. His father said that Daddy was in the crazy place.

How's, uh-How's Mr. Pyne?

He said he'd write you.

He knows you couldn't do anything wrong-

that you must have had some kind of breakdown or something.

He's sending your salary anyway.

Wait!

What's the matter? You hurt Mommy!

Where does the kid get ideas like that?

I saw you!

What are you going to do?

Put him under sedation. No, not now.

You're looking at a sick animal.

So did the women he strangled.

I want him now.

She's against me. Why?

I don't know. I don't know why.

She's, uh-She's afraid of me.

What did you say to her? Nothing.

You touch her?

I saw myself touch her.

It popped into my head. I mean, but... how could she know that?

What popped into your head?

For a second, I, uh-

Well, not-No, no, not really me.

I mean, it was, uh-

Oh, it was, uh-

It was someone-Someone inside of me wanted-didn't want her there.

But-

But not me. Not-I mean, not me.

I love Irmgard.

And you saw this other person,

this other you, going for her?

Have you told the doctor about these feelings? No.

You cut them off, don't you? I don't-

I don't know if I do.

I try to. It, uh-

It, uh-

These, uh-These things keep popping in and out of my head.

They don't make sense.

Albert, do you remember what you did New Year's Eve?

New Year's Day?

Yeah. Um,

I watched the Rose Bowl Parade with the kids.

Then we had dinner around 2:00.

We usually eat, uh- eat early on holidays.

Do you remember what you did the day after New Year's Day?

I worked. Where?

On Charles Street. A furnace job.

What time did you quit? Oh, about 3:30 or so.

What'd you do then?

Uh, then I went home.

No? You sure you went home?

But-

Oh, I don't know, man. Look, I don't know-

I don't know what's- I don't know what's happening to me.

These things you see that pop into your head and you don't have anything to do with it,

now is the time for you to make some sense out of them.

Yeah, I know, but- You didn't go home that afternoon.

Okay, if you say so.

What did you see the other day when you felt sick in here?

I can't. You wanna know, don't you?

You wanna feel better?

Face it. What did you see?

Uh...

mailboxes. Yours?

No. What else?

A dark hall. What else?

Come on! I can't. I can't.

A woman's breasts. Whose?

I don't know. I can't see her face. What was she doing?

Her blouse came off in my-my hand.

Albert, now. Now is the time, Albert.

Go back.

You left the furnace job. Now what do you do?

Think. Reach out.

No, I can't. N-N-Nothing.

No.

You don't want it to come.

No.

I'm trying. No, you're not. Go on. Face it.

Where are you? What did you do after you left the job?

Come on. Look at it. Have some guts for once.

I'm, uh-

I'm going down the street. What?

In a car. I'm going down the street.

Where are you going? Um-

Anywhere. Just, uh, find a place to park the car.

Right. And I parked the car...

and, uh, walked to the house that was there.

Miss MacLaine? Oh, Miss Williams. Uh, I'm a plumber.

The landlord sent me over to check a leak in the walls.

Well, I don't know if I'll be back tomorrow.

Well, okay, right.

Well, fine. Great.

Oh, yeah. I can see the leak.

Now, don't scream. Nobody's gonna hurt you.

Take those off.

That too.

Turn around.

Turn around. Give me your hands.

Uh, I don't want you to scratch me.

All right?

Now, lie down.

Lie down.

All the way.

Albert?

Albert?

Albert!

Albert?

Albert?

Albert!

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