Boston Strangler: The Untold Story

Hello, Dr. Arlen?

It's Albert.

Albert De Salvo?

I must say,

I didn't expect to hear from you.

How've you been?

Actually, I've been doing well.

You know,

Walpole ain't so bad after all.

Well, I'm very happy to hear that.

But listen, if you wouldn't mind

relieving me of my curiosity,

why you calling me?

I got some things

I wanna get off my chest.

I'm sure they have mental

health professionals there

who can help you.

This is different.

I want to tell the truth

about the Boston Strangler murders.

I see.

Look, Albert...

let's not do this

over the phone, all right?

I'll arrange to meet you

at 9 A. M. Tomorrow morning.

I'll set up a private therapy room.

We can talk there.

That'd be great.

Thanks, Doc.

Hey, thanks a lot, huh?

Now, now.

That's enough for now.

Come on, Jennifer, don't stop me now.

I'm begging here.

It's late.

I had to get up early.

Just a while longer.

Stop your groveling, Romeo.

It don't look so sexy on you.

You're right.

You're right.

I shall be like a knight of the round table

and ride off into the cold, dark night.

Farewell, young maiden.

You okay?

Well, if I'm not, can I come in?

Send the King my best.

Mrs. Jennifer Foster.

Mrs. Jennifer Mitchum Foster.

No, too long.

Jennifer Foster.

Jen Foster.

Mrs. Jennifer Foster.

Such a klutz.

- No! Stop!

- Mrs. Jennifer...

Foster.

No! No!

Captain, would you look at this?

A front-page guide

to the Strangler murders

right there in black and white

for every criminal in Boston to read.

Why don't we just hand the investigation

over to Miss Fineman?

It's my fault.

I let out the information.

I'm sorry, John.

I've just been under

all sorts of pressure

to get this case solved.

Winfield is threatening

to take over.

Not just our department,

but every department in the county.

So I figured, what the hell?

Why not get everybody involved?

But you know what you done, Cap?

You compromised

my entire investigation.

Investigation, John?

We've got no investigation.

We've got no fingerprints,

no witnesses.

Nothing!

Captain Parker, the lineup's set.

They're waiting on you,

Detective Marsden.

Let's just get this over with.

It's all right, they can't see you.

Okay, okay.

Just take your time.

The joker with the sunglasses

is Albert De Salvo.

A couple years ago,

he was charged with assault.

Spent 11 months at Middlesex

before they let him go on parole.

Who's the serious one on the end?

Frank Asarian.

I'm really surprised

he's even out on the streets.

He's got a record a mile long.

It's him on...

He's over there on the far right.

He's on the end.

It's him. That's him.

Oh, my God, it's...

He grabbed me.

He grabbed me

and he punched me across the face.

I can never forget his face.

I'll never forget his face.

Look at him.

He even looks like a criminal.

Where are you?

I know you're in there!

Look at him.

I hope he burns in hell.

I'm gonna come back for you!

You know that?

- Get over here.

- Where's my lawyer?

Have a seat, fellas.

Finish filling out your paperwork

and you're free to go.

And what if I can't read?

Sir, if you need help,

we'll find you an assistant.

Yeah, I'd rather you assist me.

I'm sure you would.

What are you looking at, penguin?

He's a f***ing penguin,

walking around in a suit and tie.

That's a tuxedo, a**hole.

- What?

- It's a tuxedo.

Penguins always look

like they have tuxedos on, a**hole.

You trying to make an ass of me?

Don't you think I know that?

It's allitera-f***in-ation.

I didn't mean nothing of it, all right?

Don't make no difference.

Got that burn in my stomach.

Gotta find some food,

if you know what I mean.

You have a good one.

Keep your eyes forward, Asarian.

- Keep moving.

- I'm going.

- What are you looking at?

- Keep moving.

- You're not even done!

- Someone stole my sunglasses.

I don't care about that.

You gotta finish the paperwork.

Come home and help me do it, will ya?

Oh, Jesus.

Hi, Mary Beth!

Oh, hi, girls.

How are ya?

Good.

Hey, beautiful day, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, I got a new office

here on campus.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I've been meaning to introduce myself,

but I just been really busy

with the agency.

Agency?

Yeah, things are easing up a bit.

Ever since Jackie

took over the White House,

they've been making me search for girls

who look just like her.

Are you in the fashion business?

You could say that.

I'm a modeling scout.

- Modeling scout?

- Yeah.

You know, I find girls.

I measure them.

I photograph them,

and then I introduce them to the agency.

Oh, sounds interesting.

You know,

now that I have a moment alone with you,

you do sort of have the type of build

the agency is looking for.

What size are you?

Thanks. Actually, I'm a 4.

No friggin' way.

You're not a 4.

Yes, I am.

I gotta get to work.

Wait!

You can measure me,

and I'll prove it to you.

What, you'll prove it to me, huh?

- Yeah.

- Well, it's a cut-throat industry.

Are you sure you can handle that?

Don't know if I don't try.

- That's true.

- Yeah.

- Uh...

- Oh, sorry. Susan.

Susan, why don't you follow me

to my office?

You know, on second thought,

it's probably not a good idea,

you know, getting measured

in a strange man's office.

Maybe another time, huh?

Well... Hey, follow me.

My room's just upstairs.

Come on.

- You sure?

- Yeah, come on.

Measure me upstairs.

Okay, I got a few minutes.

- Let's make it fast, huh?

- Okay.

- It's too beautiful outside, right?

- Yeah.

So, what agency

did you say you're from?

The Black and White modeling agency.

It's downtown.

I'll give you my card.

How much does it pay

if they accept me?

- Forty dollars an hour.

- Forty dollars an hour?

- Mm-hmm.

- Are you kidding me?

I could pay my entire

tuition at that rate.

Forty dollars is just

for the modeling in town.

They pay you more

if they fly you out of town.

Plus they pay all your expenses.

- Really?

- Mm-hmm. Sure. Yeah.

Lots of girls fly back and forth

to Paris on a regular basis.

- Paris!

- Mm-hmm.

Oh!

Here's my apartment.

Okay.

Do you mind?

No, not at all.

- Thirty-four inches.

- Really?

I thought I was 32 inches.

No, you're a... You're 34.

Well, what's my cup size?

How do you measure that?

Well, there's no physical

measurement for cup size.

You have to...

Well, you know, by hand?

Yeah?

You're the professional.

Uh, to get an accurate

measurement, I have to...

Oh, yeah. Okay.

You have a gentle touch.

Well?

- What's my cup size?

- Just a moment.

You really should know by now.

Sorry. You're a C-cup,

definitely a C-cup.

What did you say your name was?

It was Johnson.

It's Mr. Johnson.

You can call me Gary.

And where's the agency?

What's the address?

It's downtown, 71st Street... 853.

Wouldn't the address be in the 70s?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 753.

You know,

I'm sure you're a good student and all,

but maybe modeling

is just not for you.

Maybe you're just

not cut out for it.

Maybe you're not really

a modeling agent.

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