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We were thinking in terms of

a pill of some kind,

but this nurse appeared

with a large syringe

and just stuck it in her.

And we wheeled her out

in this wheelchair

that was provided,

unconscious,

and got her back to the hotel.

Her father, this gentle man,

came in with his wife

and tried to put his arms

around Joyce.

And she just sunk her teeth

into his forearm.

And there was an awful kind

of tussle.

And he managed

to get himself free,

and there was blood

trickling down his arm.

He'd been attacked by a vampire.

Joyce then fled the whole lot

of us in her nightie.

And we kind of followed her

and chased her down.

And there was this freeway

that went past the back

of the hotel with huge trucks

and cars whizzing past

in both directions.

I remember seeing her

run across this freeway,

miraculously being missed

by all these vehicles

and kind of disappearing

somewhere into the distance.

I know.

Exactly.

Because would you believe

McKinney is back?

Joyce McKinney,

the "sex in chains" girl,

arrested.

She kept us all entertained

in 1977.

She used to phone me up

every day, two or three times,

for months, saying,

"Lawks, have mercy!

I'll kill myself... what

the Daily Mirror said about me."

And seven years later,

she'll still pursuing

this unfortunate Mormon.

Can you believe it?

Oh, dear.

You saw him in 1984?

Yeah.

Yeah, I was at the airport,

and his... overweight

Mormon wife saw me.

And I guess she was disturbed

I was using the public airport.

She went and called the police

and said,

"Oh, McKinney's here.

Go get her."

What was his job

at the airport?

- I hate to say this,

but he was a doo-doo dipper.

A doo-doo dipper?

Yeah.

What is a doo-doo dipper?

- That's someone

who takes the doo-doo

off the back of the plane.

They married him off

to this big, overweight woman,

and they told her to start

having kids as quick as possible

so that he would get over me.

That fact that I could have

given him children, I guess,

was bypassed.

I was kind of glad

she was not too good-looking.

I mean, If she had been

really great-looking,

I would have probably felt

really awful, you know?

Cried my eyes out,

but it wasn't any competition,

if you know what I mean.

The only thing she had

that I didn't have

was 100 extra pounds,

and she was a Mormon.

She was found lurking

outside his office.

I think she was arrested

for stalking him or something.

Do you still love him?

I'll die loving him.

I never got married

because of him.

I'm the incurable romantic,

you know?

The idea of marrying somebody

that I didn't love

and having to sleep with him

and have his kids

and live a humdrum, blas life

with half a love...

I would rather have

a short few weeks

with someone who was

the star in the crown

than to spend my life

with someone and be miserable.

Love is not a changing thing.

It doesn't... it's a steadfast

and eternal thing.

It's like an eternal flame.

It doesn't just stop because

of circumstances or situations.

It goes on, even past death.

It's a very bleak future

you paint for yourself.

What is gonna happen to you?

Well, first of all,

I want to write my book

and make sure

that the truth comes out,

because, regardless

of what you've heard,

I haven't sold my life story

to anyone, to any newspapers.

The only newspaper I have talked

to has been the Express,

who did the article about

my adventures in America,

and that's it.

And I want my story to be told.

Are you really prepared

to condemn yourself,

'cause that's what it is,

to a very solitary life?

Yes.

Today's date

is September 25, 1986.

September 25, 1986.

It is the interior

of the McKinneys' house,

the office.

This is the office

where the McKinney daughter

is currently working on a book.

Could you work

at this computer

with the Benfield coon dogs

barking outside your window?

My father is trying

to take a nap.

Outside, both Benfield hounds

are barking.

This shot is done

through the screen.

This shot made

on August 8, 1986,

shows absolutely nothing around.

This shot shows absolutely

nothing in the picture.

This shot made

on August 8, 1986,

shows absolutely nothing

in the picture.

This shot made

on August 8, 1986,

shows absolutely

no other animals

or anything in the picture

to agitate the barking

Benfield hound.

This is the same dog, of course,

that's been barking

in the other pictures.

I finally got

what's called agoraphobia.

It's when you can't

go out of the house.

We had a big old farmhouse

with a river on one side

and woods on the other.

And we thought that was, like,

a natural barrier to paparazzi.

But they would just

put on fisherman boots

and just wade

right through that river.

I remember one time a woman

came on our property,

ignored

the "no trespassing" signs,

and she was just gawking

in the window,

like, trying to get up

to see what Joyce McKinney

looked like.

It went on like that for years.

I could barely get out

to go feed the horses.

So finally, I got me

this big old guard dog.

His name was Tough Guy.

He was a huge dog.

He weighed about 150 pounds.

Solid muscle.

Pit bull mastiff bulldog.

Jaws like a alligator.

And I just put him right

out in the front yard like,

"Come on, boys.

Come on."

One day, he got bee-stung.

These two women

that worked at the pharmacy

who didn't like me

decided that it'd just be a hoot

to add a zero onto

that Prednisone prescription

for Joyce McKinney's guard dog.

Wouldn't that be funny?

Probably drive him nutty,

wouldn't it?

Well, it drove him

more than nutty.

The capillaries

in his brain exploded.

But not before he attacked me.

He didn't know who I was.

He amputated...

I can't raise this arm up.

But he amputated my left arm.

He tore off three fingers

on this hand.

He ripped my intestines out

of my stomach wall.

He shredded my knee

from my right kneecap

to my ankle.

I was bleeding to death.

I was dying.

A few months before this,

I had found a little dog

by the side of the road

going through garbage cans.

I named him Booger.

And Booger

was a little pit bull.

I hit the brakes,

and I backed up,

and I got out, and I said,

"Could you use a friend?

"I could use a friend too.

Okay, I'm a softie.

Get in the car."

So he went...

He had a little five-beat

musical bark, Booger did.

Booger, Booger, Booger.

I had taken him home with me,

not realizing that he was

gonna be famous someday

or that he would save my life

or change the lives... my life

and the lives of so many people.

The night that this big mastiff

attacked me, the guard dog,

I got next door

to where Booger was.

I said, "Help me, Booger,"

and Booger shot out,

and he jumped on that other dog

and pulled it off of me.

It was a fight to the death,

and I thought,

"Poor little Booger,

he's gonna give himself

in a Christlike love for me."

When I came home

from the hospital,

he sat on the bed beside me,

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