Boston Strangler: The Untold Story Page #3

Been upstairs?

- Yeah, I been up there.

- How's it look?

It's not a pretty picture.

You'll see.

- What's up, guys?

- Hey, John. How are you?

Hey, John.

Samans.

Beverly Samans.

Early 20s.

This one is not strangled,

even though the stocking

is up around her neck.

She was stabbed in the neck.

Well, that's creative.

And the killer left her body splayed out

for all the world to see.

Dress pulled up, legs wide open.

Mr. Marsden.

When are you gonna catch

the Strangler?

Stranglers.

There's clearly more

than one man at work here.

And how can you be

so sure of that, John?

How can you be so sure

it's just one man?

How long have you been

doing this, John, huh?

It's called M.O.

Sexual assault.

Strangled by stockings,

break-ins, no witnesses,

etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

I can keep going, John.

Well, forgive me, Mr. Winfield,

but his M.O. Isn't that clear.

The first five were elderly.

The sixth was young and black.

- Mary Brown and now...

- Beverly Samans.

Beverly Samans, it appears,

were stabbed to death.

Doesn't sound like

one particular M.O. To me.

John, I need you to listen to me,

because I'm trying to be

painfully crystal clear to you,

so I can get through

that thick skull of yours.

I'm running for

a Senate seat next year, John.

And the last thing I need

is a crime-happy dick

hop-bopping around town

telling everyone

that there are multiple murderers

running rampant in my streets.

The city's position

is that there's just one.

Just one.

And I intend to catch this one monster

and send his ass so deep in jail

the devil himself can't find him.

Therefore, my city will be happy

about life again.

You understand me, John?

You can have

any theory that you want.

The fact is, you got no jurisdiction

over my department.

And my department

will continue the search

for multiple killers.

You trying to oppose me, John?

I don't work for you, Art.

I work for the people.

You know, it's amazing

you've lasted this long.

Apparently, you have someone

taking care of you on the force.

'Cause I've never seen

a more naive detective.

Enough of this nonsense.

- Good day, Mrs. Lucino.

- Thank you, Albert.

How's that beautiful wife of yours?

She's doing okay,

if you mean adjusting and all.

Thanks for asking, huh?

Us Italians and Germans

were partners in the war.

It's a good match.

Makes for beautiful kids.

Thank you, Mrs. Lucino.

Michael and Judy certainly are beautiful.

But the war's been over for almost

We may be Italian,

but always be proud

to be an American.

Hey, I didn't join the military

to fight for Mussolini,

or the Nazis for that matter.

Of course, Albert,

you're a decent young man.

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