Boston Strangler: The Untold Story

Gotta find some food,

if you know what I mean.

You have a good one.

Keep your eyes forward, Asarian.

- Keep moving.

- I'm going.

- What are you looking at?

- Keep moving.

- You're not even done!

- Someone stole my sunglasses.

I don't care about that.

You gotta finish the paperwork.

Come home and help me do it, will ya?

Oh, Jesus.

Hi, Mary Beth!

Oh, hi, girls.

How are ya?

Good.

Hey, beautiful day, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, I got a new office

here on campus.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I've been meaning to introduce myself,

but I just been really busy

with the agency.

Agency?

Yeah, things are easing up a bit.

Ever since Jackie

took over the White House,

they've been making me search for girls

who look just like her.

Are you in the fashion business?

You could say that.

I'm a modeling scout.

- Modeling scout?

- Yeah.

You know, I find girls.

I measure them.

I photograph them,

and then I introduce them to the agency.

Oh, sounds interesting.

You know,

now that I have a moment alone with you,

you do sort of have the type of build

the agency is looking for.

What size are you?

Thanks. Actually, I'm a 4.

No friggin' way.

You're not a 4.

Yes, I am.

I gotta get to work.

Wait!

You can measure me,

and I'll prove it to you.

What, you'll prove it to me, huh?

- Yeah.

- Well, it's a cut-throat industry.

Are you sure you can handle that?

Don't know if I don't try.

- That's true.

- Yeah.

- Uh...

- Oh, sorry. Susan.

Susan, why don't you follow me

to my office?

You know, on second thought,

it's probably not a good idea,

you know, getting measured

in a strange man's office.

Maybe another time, huh?

Well... Hey, follow me.

My room's just upstairs.

Come on.

- You sure?

- Yeah, come on.

Measure me upstairs.

Okay, I got a few minutes.

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