Boston Strangler: The Untold Story Page #5

Fine.

Ma, what's happening?

- I don't know.

- That guy's bleeding.

- Ma, go help him!

- Oh, my God.

Get on your knees.

Mom, go! Go!

Stay calm, stay calm.

- But he has a gun!

- Don't look, honey.

Beg me for your life!

Beg me. Beg me not to shoot you.

On your knees.

Don't kill me.

Please don't kill me.

Take the money.

Don't kill me.

No!

Lock your door.

That's much better.

Much better.

Unfortunately, beggars can't be choosers.

No! No!

God! Oh, my God!

Mom, go, please!

- It's okay.

- Go! Please!

No! No!

He tried to be a hero.

I was just robbing the store.

That damned clerk

wouldn't open up the register.

So you just stabbed him?

You're damn right I did.

What, you're telling me

you never killed nobody?

I mean, no, no, not really.

What does that mean?

What do you mean, "not really"?

Well, there was this one woman.

You know, I...

I think I scared her, you know?

She... I think she had a heart attack

right there. She dropped dead.

That ain't murder.

You're funny.

I mean, you know, I...

I'm just saying,

if I hadn't snuck up on her,

would she still be going to church

this Sunday, you know?

I mean, I didn't call

an ambulance or anything,

so I figured I killed her.

And that's why they locked you up?

No.

What for?

I like the broads, you know?

Tell me who doesn't like the broads.

Tell me who doesn't like the broads.

John, go to sleep.

I heard a noise.

So what?

This is the noisiest neighborhood

in all of Boston.

Now go to sleep.

You're a cop, for God sakes.

What are you afraid of?

I worry about you

when we're not together.

I can take care of myself.

Oh, yeah?

You can take on a 6'2",

Yeah, sure.

I could take him on.

I'd kick him in the balls,

and then I'd bite out his jugular,

just like you taught me to.

Right.

John...

it's quarter past 5.

Go on back to bed.

Did you hear that?

Now you're losing it, John.

I didn't hear nothing.

Look, it's the Strangler case.

It's getting to you.

It's not getting to me.

You're only human, John.

Murdering people gets to people.

Ain't nothing strange about that.

Somebody's getting murdered

out there right now,

and there's not a damn thing

I can do about it.

Two years I've been working

on this case,

and I got nothing.

- I can't solve this thing.

- No one can.

- I'm not nobody, Michelle.

- You solved ten cases

since this investigation's been going on.

- This is different.

- How?

This is the biggest case

we've ever had.

This is bigger than Jack the Ripper.

What?

I've heard enough.

I'm sleeping downstairs.

What's the matter?

You're scaring me, John.

That's what's the matter.

Is it really necessary for you

to walk me all the way there?

It's for your protection, sir.

Yeah, you're a cheater.

Mr. De Salvo, you have a visitor.

- Oh, get the cards.

- I got it.

Get the cards.

Mr. Whitmore.

I'd like you to meet

the newly infamous,

famous the world over,

soon to be a wealthy man,

Albert De Salvo.

Certainly is a pleasure

to meet you, Mr. Whitmore.

Frank's told me a lot about you.

This is the Boston Strangler?

In the flesh, Mr. Whitmore.

Can you believe it?

Not really, no.

All right.

- Let's get down to business.

- Okay.

You know, the city has spent

millions of dollars

trying to track you down.

The D.A. Created a special task force

just for that purpose.

For three years they've

been looking for you.

Not a trace.

It's pretty impressive.

It sure is.

Albert is like a cat.

He can sneak in and out

of any apartment in Boston

without being noticed.

No witnesses.

Ever.

Then why confess? Hmm?

Family man, wife,

kids, a dog,

probably even a goldfish.

No one even suspected you.

Guess you could say

it was a career move.

Ha. A career move.

Look, Mr. Whitmore.

We got client-attorney

privileges here, right?

- I mean...

- Frank, you know the score.

Anything you say in this room

stays in this room.

That's the way it goes.

Guaranteed confidential.

Good, because...

the way that we see this,

Winfield is offering $10,000 per murder.

Now, that's over $100,000.

See, I tell Frank,

Frank tells the cops,

and we split the reward money.

Simple.

And you?

You become a world-famous litigator.

I mean, any publicity

is good publicity, right?

It's gonna be messy.

It's a huge story.

I mean, the press and the public,

they're gonna want to crucify...

crucify him.

They're gonna have

the grave already dug.

Unless...

Unless what?

Unless you claim insanity.

For me or for him?

See, I'm going to jail for life anyway.

So we cop an insanity plea,

they don't execute me,

and I live out the rest

of my life in a hospital.

And the best part is,

our families get

to keep the cash.

Jesus.

I mean, I'll do it.

- Perfect.

- That's great.

- Perfect.

- Thank you, Mr. Whitmore.

Thank you, thank you.

Now, one condition.

Sure, yeah, whatever.

If you guys get the reward,

we split it three ways.

- Three ways.

- Oh, whoa, whoa.

Three friggin' ways?

What is this? Frank!

Calm down.

Mr. Whitmore.

Frank, I'm doing this for free.

It's pro bono.

I don't see a dime off of this.

It's the least you can do.

Before you know it,

there's nothing left.

Wait. Hold on.

There will be plenty of money, Al.

We can't do it without him.

Don't you see?

The plan is already in motion.

There's no turning back.

He's the only one that can keep you

out of the electric chair.

Hey, Mr. De Salvo.

I don't think you realize

what the public really thinks of you.

They don't want to just

see you get electrocuted.

They want to tear you to pieces.

They want to string you up

from the nearest lamppost

and cut your guts out.

That's what they want to do to you.

Now, you let me handle the legals,

I'll make sure that you live a long,

comfortable life.

Mr. Whitmore, the thing is, see,

I got kids,

and I got a wife

who I know still loves me.

And I got a family.

I'm the one taking a chance here, right?

I'm the one taking a risk.

That's it.

Al, it's gonna be fine.

Either way,

there's no going back

to the way things was.

So why not let Mr. Whitmore here

make sure you go somewhere

that's comfortable?

And don't he deserve

some of the money, too?

I mean, I know him.

He works real hard.

He'll do anything and everything

in his power to take care of you.

Al, come on.

We're running out of time here.

You're running out of time.

So...

Do we have a deal or what?

Got a deal.

Frank, I'll be in touch.

Okay.

- That's what I'm talking about.

- Okay.

Guard!

Detective Marsden.

Sorry, uh...

You know Albert De Salvo?

Yeah, sure I do.

Measuring Man. Green man.

Why, what's up?

Well, come on.

Spit it out, for Pete's sake.

Albert De Salvo confessed

to being the Boston Strangler.

He confessed to what?

To the Boston Strangler.

I mean, isn't that great?

We got our man.

That's it.

He confessed.

It's over. It's finally... It's over.

I thought you'd be happy,

Detective Marsden.

I thought you'd be jumping

for joy right now.

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