Boston Strangler: The Untold Story Page #2

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

- I think you should go now.

- Really?

In fact, maybe I should just

- go ahead and call the cops.

- You're not gonna do that.

- You're not going anywhere.

- Ow!

Quit it!

The agency doesn't like girls

who talk back, you know?

They put girls like you

right back on a plane

and send you where you came from.

Where do you think you're going, huh?

I know there's no way out of here.

What are you gonna do, jump?

Huh?

What, do you got wings?

My boyfriend will be here any minute.

When I was stationed in Germany,

I used to hear that one all the time,

only it was in German.

Shut the f*** up.

There's money in my dresser.

You can have it all.

Top drawer.

Left side.

Just please go away.

Please just leave me alone!

Why don't you go ahead

and do me a favor

and come on out of there,

so I don't have to come get you, huh?

Open the door.

Open the f***ing door.

Open the f***ing door.

Open the f***ing door, b*tch!

Open the f***ing door!

Would have been here an hour ago.

Traffic's all backed up

on Comm Avenue.

Oh, it's all right.

Been upstairs?

- Yeah, I been up there.

- How's it look?

It's not a pretty picture.

You'll see.

- What's up, guys?

- Hey, John. How are you?

Hey, John.

Samans.

Beverly Samans.

Early 20s.

This one is not strangled,

even though the stocking

is up around her neck.

She was stabbed in the neck.

Well, that's creative.

And the killer left her body splayed out

for all the world to see.

Dress pulled up, legs wide open.

Mr. Marsden.

When are you gonna catch

the Strangler?

Stranglers.

There's clearly more

than one man at work here.

And how can you be

so sure of that, John?

How can you be so sure

it's just one man?

How long have you been

doing this, John, huh?

It's called M.O.

Sexual assault.

Strangled by stockings,

break-ins, no witnesses,

etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

I can keep going, John.

Well, forgive me, Mr. Winfield,

but his M.O. Isn't that clear.

The first five were elderly.

The sixth was young and black.

- Mary Brown and now...

- Beverly Samans.

Beverly Samans, it appears,

were stabbed to death.

Doesn't sound like

one particular M.O. To me.

John, I need you to listen to me,

because I'm trying to be

painfully crystal clear to you,

so I can get through

that thick skull of yours.

I'm running for

a Senate seat next year, John.

And the last thing I need

is a crime-happy dick

hop-bopping around town

telling everyone

that there are multiple murderers

running rampant in my streets.

The city's position

is that there's just one.

Just one.

And I intend to catch this one monster

and send his ass so deep in jail

the devil himself can't find him.

Therefore, my city will be happy

about life again.

You understand me, John?

You can have

any theory that you want.

The fact is, you got no jurisdiction

over my department.

And my department

will continue the search

for multiple killers.

You trying to oppose me, John?

I don't work for you, Art.

I work for the people.

You know, it's amazing

you've lasted this long.

Apparently, you have someone

taking care of you on the force.

'Cause I've never seen

a more naive detective.

Enough of this nonsense.

- Good day, Mrs. Lucino.

- Thank you, Albert.

How's that beautiful wife of yours?

She's doing okay,

if you mean adjusting and all.

Thanks for asking, huh?

Us Italians and Germans

were partners in the war.

It's a good match.

Makes for beautiful kids.

Thank you, Mrs. Lucino.

Michael and Judy certainly are beautiful.

But the war's been over for almost

We may be Italian,

but always be proud

to be an American.

Hey, I didn't join the military

to fight for Mussolini,

or the Nazis for that matter.

Of course, Albert,

you're a decent young man.

- See you on Sunday?

- Yes, ma'am.

Hey, be careful out there, huh?

That Boston Strangler?

Don't worry.

I've got protection.

You certainly do.

- Good day, Mrs. Lucino.

- You, too.

Claudia?

Claudia, where are you?

Claudia!

Clad... Claudia!

Michael?

Where are you?

Where the f*** are you?

Claudia! Michael! Judy!

- Where are the kids?

- At your mother's house.

Don't you remember anything?

I brought you some

flowers and chocolates.

That was Munich, Albert.

This is Boston.

The romance is over.

Be a man.

I am a man.

No, Albert.

You are not a man until you can act

like a responsible husband and father.

Claudia, I go to work every day

to bring home money

for you and the kids, right?

Half the time you tell me you're at work,

you're having a beer at the bar.

Or worse,

you're screwing other women.

Claudia, come on now.

Albert, don't you realize

that I can feed the children

breakfast, lunch, and dinner

for the price of all your beer?

Baby, please, huh?

I swear to God, I can make it better.

I swear to God.

When, Albert?

When?

You dragged me all the way

across the Atlantic Ocean.

Why would you do that?

So you could be a bum?

- Albert.

- Hmm?

Do you remember the promise

that you told me back in Germany?

- Mm-hmm.

- That you told my parents?

Mm-hmm.

- I promise...

- Albert.

Albert.

Albert.

Albert!

Stop it!

- Albert!

- What?

Stop it!

I got needs!

I'm a f***ing man!

You're my wife!

F*** you!

Don't you ever touch me again!

Is this the treatment I get

for being a man?

I got f***ing needs, damn it!

Again. Different knot.

- You sure about that?

- Positive.

The first five were tied into a bow.

This one was tied into a knot first,

then the bow was tied.

And while we're scratching our asses,

there are women dying all over the city.

And there's nothing we can do about it.

There is, if I can help it.

Hey, Captain, hand me

those tweezers, will you?

Thanks.

What are you gonna do with that?

This is evidence, Captain.

I'm gonna save it.

Maybe we can match it up to the killer

under a microscope.

Not in my lifetime.

Anything?

Do we have anything?

Not a thing, sir.

There was not a fingerprint

anywhere in this apartment.

Witnesses?

Not a one.

As far as I can tell,

nobody heard or saw anything.

- Family been notified?

- Yes, they have.

Find out if she had

any ongoing disputes.

Find every friend and family member

and get them down

to the precinct for questioning.

Don't you worry, sweetheart.

We're gonna figure this out...

if it's the last thing we do.

John, maybe we should

let Forensics come in

and do their thing.

Why don't you head back to the office?

I don't need to head back

to the damned office.

You know, that attitude

is the reason we can't find

these girls' killers.

Everybody wants this to just go away.

Sweep it under the carpet.

Well, it's not going away.

It's not going away

'cause the killing isn't just gonna stop.

People kill each other.

All we are is animals

in a f***ing suit and a tie.

No difference.

And all of you detectives

need to think about

why you're on the force.

What about you, Spinelli?

Why are you here?

What's motivating you?

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