Boston Strangler: The Untold Story Page #2

- Let's make it fast, huh?

- Okay.

- It's too beautiful outside, right?

- Yeah.

So, what agency

did you say you're from?

The Black and White modeling agency.

It's downtown.

I'll give you my card.

How much does it pay

if they accept me?

- Forty dollars an hour.

- Forty dollars an hour?

- Mm-hmm.

- Are you kidding me?

I could pay my entire

tuition at that rate.

Forty dollars is just

for the modeling in town.

They pay you more

if they fly you out of town.

Plus they pay all your expenses.

- Really?

- Mm-hmm. Sure. Yeah.

Lots of girls fly back and forth

to Paris on a regular basis.

- Paris!

- Mm-hmm.

Oh!

Here's my apartment.

Okay.

Do you mind?

No, not at all.

- Thirty-four inches.

- Really?

I thought I was 32 inches.

No, you're a... You're 34.

Well, what's my cup size?

How do you measure that?

Well, there's no physical

measurement for cup size.

You have to...

Well, you know, by hand?

Yeah?

You're the professional.

Uh, to get an accurate

measurement, I have to...

Oh, yeah. Okay.

You have a gentle touch.

Well?

- What's my cup size?

- Just a moment.

You really should know by now.

Sorry. You're a C-cup,

definitely a C-cup.

What did you say your name was?

It was Johnson.

It's Mr. Johnson.

You can call me Gary.

And where's the agency?

What's the address?

It's downtown, 71st Street... 853.

Wouldn't the address be in the 70s?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 753.

You know,

I'm sure you're a good student and all,

but maybe modeling

is just not for you.

Maybe you're just

not cut out for it.

Maybe you're not really

a modeling agent.

- 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.

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