Boston Strangler: The Untold Story Page #4

Fred.

Now, gentlemen,

we all have to work together on this,

and we will explore every option possible

to gather as much information as we can

to capture this criminal.

Now, I'd like you all

to meet me back here today

at precisely 2 P. M.

To discuss further details.

Good morning.

All right, ladies.

You heard him.

Yeah. Great.

- See you back here at 2.

- See you later.

Why don't you go see

if he's got anything.

Look, we'll try to keep you

up on speed here on this.

I'm sorry.

John, maybe we can have a talk.

Your office or mine?

Whoa! You all right?

Yep. Got it.

Here it is, Mr. Addison.

All 37,000 pages.

Well done, Richie.

I would imagine that everything

is collated and labeled

to my exact specifications.

Uh, you betcha.

And the computer folks have their copy?

Yes, sir.

Delivered it this morning.

Not 370?

That's right, Mr. Marsden.

This is every single bit

of information about the cases

organized into one master book.

And the scientists over at MI have been gracious enough

to help compile all of the information

on their mainframe computers.

Computer? Whoa.

What the hell are you going

to do with a computer?

Organization, Mr. Marsden.

Organization.

Well, Mr. Addison,

takes a hell of a lot more

than computers

and organization

to solve a case.

Well, whatever it takes,

Mr. Marsden,

you haven't found it, have you?

How the hell would you know?

Freakin' Poindexter.

Well, it looks like MIT's going to be

solving all our cases.

- No, no, don't.

- No, no!

- That's a one-way street!

- They'll never see me!

No one's been on

a one-way street except you!

- Shut up!

- Shut up!

Albert, you can't

go down this way.

It's a one-way street!

Albert, you're taking

our lives in your hands.

- Pull over!

- You're going to kill us all, Albert.

- Michael, tell him to stop!

- Shut up! Shut up!

- Sondra, just shut the hell up!

- Everybody, be cool!

- It was Johnson. Mr. Johnson.

- Paris? Ohl

I done some...

I done some bad things, man.

- I got some problems...

- What kind of bad things?

You've got the cops after you, Albert!

Some f***ing problems

with the broads, you know that!

Got that burn in my stomach.

Are you in the fashion business?

I made some mistakes, okay?

Mike, can you...

Oh, sh*t!

Sh*t! I'm sorry, guys.

Oh, f***. God!

I'm a prick! I'm an a**hole!

- It's all right.

- Let's get out.

Come on, let's go outside.

Let's get out of here before...

No, no.

Where you guys going?

- Where you going?

- Albert.

What did you do, Albert?

- Claudia, don't you go anywhere.

- You're always doing this, Albert.

Don't you go anywhere!

- Why did you do this?

- Mikey!

- You're bleeding!

- What have you done, Albert?

Now look what you've gone and done.

You're a mental case,

Albert De Salvo.

A mental case!

Claudia, don't you go anywhere!

- Don't you leave me!

- What'd you do, Albert?

Don't you f***ing leave me!

Enough of this!

I'm sick of this!

I don't want to be here

when the cops get here.

Just give yourself up.

- Mikey!

- Come on, Albert.

Mikey, you're bleeding.

I'm sorry, Mike!

What'd you do? What'd you do?

I did some bad sh*t, man.

You're innocent till proven guilty, right?

You... They got nothing on you!

They're coming right now.

I'm in trouble.

- Mikey!

- Innocent till proven guilty!

What am I going to do?

- Mikey!

- Come on, just turn yourself in!

- I'm f...

- Please, Albert. Please.

- I can't do it.

- Just, please turn yourself in.

- Innocent till proven guilty!

- What am I going to do?

- Mikey! I'm f...

- Just turn yourself in.

We have you surrounded.

- Turn off the ignition.

- What's Ma going to think?

Step out of the car

and put your hands up.

- Come on! What'd you do?

- Sh*t! Get out of here! Go now! Go!

...you cannot get away.

You are under arrest, Mr. De Salvo.

God damn it!

Start, you f***in' thing!

Damn itl

Keep looking straight ahead,

Mr. De Salvo.

I'm looking, I'm looking.

So this is the loony bin, eh?

It ain't so bad.

Little faster, Mr. De Salvo.

All right, all right.

So where do they keep

the broads in this joint?

Just keep walking.

Hey, hey, how long

this guy been in here?

Ain't none of your business.

Ah, just asking.

I thought I said no roommates!

Sh*t.

You better clean up

on that sink over there.

Nice to meet you, too.

Gorgeous, huh?

Hey.

Hey.

I know you.

No, you don't know me.

Nah.

I know you.

I never forget a face.

Yeah?

I don't either, and, uh,

you don't look too familiar to me.

That's because you ain't

paying attention.

You can't remember nothing

if you ain't watching.

February of last year.

Yeah, that's it.

You're... You're the little joker in the lineup.

I ain't never been in no lineup.

Sure, you have.

The b*tch chose me.

Thought I was the Boston

f***ing Strangler or something.

Imagine that.

A nice guy like me.

The Boston Strangler.

Now, wait a minute now.

Yeah.

Now I remember.

Yeah, that's right.

Man, was I glad she chose you.

When I was walking

out of the jail that day,

I met this little honey...

Ah, I'm just saying.

I'm really happy for you.

Uh, no offense.

I don't mean no disrespect.

I'm just saying, you know.

Those were some serious charges, huh?

You're telling me.

How'd you beat the rap?

Had a winning ticket

on a horse at the track.

Perfect alibi.

Sure, yeah.

It's perfect.

So, uh, which bed is mine?

It don't bother me.

I don't sleep in the bed.

Yeah? Where do you sleep?

You sleep with the fish?

I don't really sleep much.

And when I do...

I sleep on the floor.

Hey, wait.

What is that, some...

Some Buddhist sh*t, huh?

Hey, oh, whoa, whoa.

Nah.

Bad back.

So...

what are you in here for?

Why you in here, Al?

How do you know my name?

Memorized it.

Where?

On the lineup card.

From a year ago?

Come on.

I ain't that smart, Al.

You see, while I was at the police station

I stole the lineup card

just in case my alibi didn't hold up.

Because if it didn't hold up,

I was going to make up some cockamamie

story about being one of yous.

Oh, now that's freakin' brilliant.

You're like your very own lawyer, huh?

- What, you study law?

- Nah.

What were you, a copper?

Nah.

Just always thinking, you know?

Can never stop thinking.

You gotta think like a rat

if you want to stay

out of shitholes like this.

What are you in here for anyway?

I shot a guy.

Six times in the head, point blank.

Holy sh*t.

For what?

Before that?

I stabbed him five times.

Go tell your grandmother

you got some hankering.

Um, no.

I don't want to go.

- No, you're not going to...

- What do you mean?

I'm not going to talk

about this any further.

You're not going to Mary Ann's party.

I don't care what you say.

- I'm going.

- You're not going.

I don't like that woman's morals.

Why? It's just a party.

You can't go, Wendy.

I talked to your father.

You're gonna find out

how you're not gonna go.

You're not going to go anywhere

for two years. Get in the car.

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