Dating Game Killer Page #5

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standing up to you?

You're a ball-less excuse

for a man, you know that?

Get out! Go home!

Cry to your mommy.

[ Door slams ]

'S

"more, more, more" playing ]

[ Door slams ]

Ooh

how do you like my love?

Ooh

how do you like my love?

So if you want to know

how I really feel

get the cameras rolling

get the action going

baby, you know

my love for you is real

- take me where you want to

-you're a healthy snack.

What are you, and why

are you so nutritious?

More, more, more

That's some sort of surreal

new wave pickup line.

I don't get it.

I was the winner

on "the dating game."

That was the question

they asked.

I said I was the banana,

and I told my date

to peel me.

So did your date

really peel you

or just do a banana split?

[ Women laugh ]

How do you like my love?

Ohh

[ Water splashes,

toilet flushes ]

[ Woman laughs in distance ]

[ Voice breaks ] why would

she be so mean and say that?

'Cause she's a stupid b*tch.

You gotta teach b*tches respect.

Make them see!

Show them who's boss!

Stupid b*tches!

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Whispers ]

you stupid b*tch!

[ Screams ]

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

I appreciate your time.

Hamell:
in the 11 days since

Tammy Jensen had gone missing,

detective Ryan and I had gotten

only about 2 days worth

of sleep between us.

We'd run down

every possible lead

and still didn't have enough

to bring in alcala.

...his relationship

with the ex...

And in my gut, I knew

that Tammy wasn't alive.

I gotta tell you...

[ Closes drawer ]

...alcala is looking

more and more like our guy.

I talked to the manager

of that auto store on 10th.

On June 21st, the day after

Tammy went missing,

alcala had the carpeting

changed out in his car.

Oh, my god. What?

What do you think

that means?

He beat her up in his car?

You think he killed her,

don't you?

Yeah, kid, that's exactly what

I'm thinking.

The more this goes on...

Well, I'm waiting till

the facts are in, Jim.

You're jaded, man.

Don't confuse

jaded with realistic, kid.

Stop. stop calling me "kid,"

you burned out old fart.

These fries are cold.

Well, can we get

alcala's old carpeting?

Store manager said, uh,

they sent it to the dump.

The guy that was

working on it, uh...

Yeah, he said, uh,

thought it was stained.

Alcala wanted

to change it out

because he thought

he spilled gasoline on it,

and he wanted to get rid

of the smell.

[ Exhales deeply ]

Sorry, Jim. I'm just...

I'm tired.

Ah. [ sighs ]

It's okay. It's okay.

Welcome to the job.

[ Opens drawer,

liquor bottle clinks ]

Thanks for the coffee.

Here's what I don't get.

Alcala's paroled from prison

June of '77.

How does he get back

to New York in July?

Ohh, he's a snake charmer.

Convinced his parole officer

he just had to go see

his New York relatives.

-He got relatives there?

-Mnh.

Not that we know of.

N.Y.p.d. I.D.'D alcala as

a murder suspect.

[ Camera whirring ]

Her name was Helen Vogel,

New York socialite.

Her father owned nightclubs

in New York and Los Angeles.

Helen was rich, beautiful,

and a little naive.

She made friends

everywhere she went.

According to witnesses,

one of those friends

was a photographer named

John berger.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

I'm captivated by your beauty.

Isn't that the campaign slogan

for that perfume ad

that you did?

Oh, you must have me

mixed up with --

with another model.

You're with Eileen Ford, right?

I know that I've seen

your face.

You "vogue"? "Mademoiselle"?

You can't be

a "cosmo" girl.

-[ Chuckles ] hardly.

-[ Laughs ]

I've been photographed

with celebrities at ciro's,

my dad's nightclub

in Hollywood.

That's it. Ciro's.

I knew I'd seen you.

I'm a professional

photographer myself.

-Man:
Helen!

-Is that your boyfriend?

One of my boyfriends.

Hey, Tyler!

I gotta go.

John berger.

Let's do a session.

I'd love to get you

on film.

Hey. who's he?

Oh, be cool.

He's a fashion photographer.

What was he talking

to you about?

Nothing.

don't be jealous, Tyler.

John's not interested

in having sex...

At least not with me.

Maybe with you.

-Sorry. he's not my type.

-He's not mine, either,

unless you think

I'm hot for gay guys.

New York detectives found

alcala's John berger alias

written in Helen Vogel's diary

the morning she disappeared.

A year later, the police found

her skeletal remains

in the exact location

where alcala had photographed

his models.

Why didn't the d.A.

Go after him?

Gutless jurisprudence.

Said he didn't have enough

to make the case.

Alcala did this.

Everything fits.

Jesus.

We're dealing with

a murderer.

What I've been saying

for years.

And you brought him in

for questioning

in the hillside strangling.

-Yeah.

Yeah, he fit the profile.

[ Sighs ]

Bastard had a strong alibi

for the time and place

of every hillside murder,

as if he knew we were gonna

talk to him about it.

Damn it.

We gotta press him,

force him

to show us his hand.

There you go, kid.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Wind gusting ]

Come on, Lori.

Oh, my god. No.

No, no, no, no! No!

[ Knocks on door ]

[ Voice breaks ] no.

[ Sniffles ]

you found her.

Ms. Jensen, I'm, uh...

I'm so sorry.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Whispers ] I'm sorry.

I-i need to see her.

Can I see her?

I'm sorry. You wouldn't be able

to identify the remains.

Well, maybe it's not her.

Are there any other blonde girls

with long blonde hair

that are missing?

Ma'am, there was no hair.

The animals got to her.

Look, there's nothing left.

The only way

we could identify her

is through

her dental records.

[ Sobbing ]

-Ah!

-[ laughs ]

Man on TV:
In the remote

mountain area...

He's so good

with your girls.

They love their uncle Rodney,

and he loves them.

He's crazy about kids.

I mean, it shows in his photos.

He'll be a great dad.

...on June 20th has been found.

Police would like

to hear from anyone

who may have seen

the young girl with this man

on or near huntington beach

on that day.

Rodney, we're waiting for you!

Whoa.

You look like

a completely different person.

You said do something about

my hair, babe.

I gotta keep it fresh.

Besides, I have

a job interview coming up.

That's great, Rodney.

Where?

Well, this magazine in Dallas

is looking for a photographer.

Dallas?

This is my [bleep]-kicker,

Ivy league look.

You're moving to Texas?

[ Pills rattle ]

thanks. Bye.

[ Slurring ] no.

Joanne, no, that's okay.

It's okay. We're gonna do it --

all that tomorrow.

Carol, you should

really be careful...

[ Dishes clatter ]

...mixing booze

with those pills.

Uppers? hmm.

Downers.

Sleeping pills.

It's the only way

i can get through this.

What's this?

You carry a gun?

Yes.

I do now.

I don't feel safe.

[ Doorbell rings ]

-Hi. come in.

-Hi.

-Carol.

-[ clears throat ] Ma'am.

I'm sorry we missed

the service.

We wanted to extend

our condolences.

I don't need your sympathy.

I need justice.

Why haven't you

arrested alcala?

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