Faces of Death III

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lose their lives

in traffic accidents.

And what you see here

are grim reminders

of those unfortunate enough

to be in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

The people who run

these wrecking yards

make their living by

selling spare parts

salvaged from vehicles,

some of which were involved

in fatal crashes.

When I view these

remains I can't help

but reflect on the terrible

accidents that cost

the occupants of these

motorized vehicles

their lives;

those bleeding to death

while frantically

trying to save themselves from

the twisted metal coffins;

the family that decided to

take an innocent Sunday drive

that ultimately became

their last.

Hello, I'm

Dr. Francis B. Gross,

and I would like

to invite you on yet

another journey through

the Many Faces of Death.

Germany is the home

of a special unit

known as the

Yellow Angels.

These men patrol the autobahns

throughout the country.

Each year they are responsible

for saving the lives

of victims who have been

injured in auto accidents.

When this man was hit by a car

while riding his bicycle,

the expertise of the Yellow

Angels came into play.

Their quick arrival at

the scene of the accident

was responsible for

saving this victim's life.

The autobahn was the

brain child of Adolph Hitler.

Construction began on these

roadways in the early 1930s.

The sophisticated design

of these highways

set the standards for

high-speed transportation

around the world.

Last year ove r8,000

people lost their lives

on the autobahn.

This motorcyclist was

one of those dead.

Since there is no speed limit

on these roads,

the possibility of

death increases greatly.

When you are

traveling at speeds

in excess

of 100 miles an hour,

one wrong turn

can prove fatal.

Because of the advancement

in transportation

ofthe20thcentry,

most travelers

are in a constant rush

to reach

their destination.

By taking our machines

for granted,

we can only come one step

closer to death.

Our perception of speed

is greatly ignored,

and the concern for our own

safety is often forgotten.

If technology ever wanted to

take advantage of human life,

the car is probably

its best trap.

The human body is no

match for the horsepower

of a powerful engine.

Unfortunately, I see

no solution

to this face of death,

for as long

as people drive,

people will

also die.

When layers of fog

roll over the autobahn,

accidents become

even more prevalent.

When a nine-car accident

occurred during this weather,

a truck driver,

unable to see the road ahead,

crashed into these cars

at 90 miles per hour.

His 38-ton truck jammed

the cars into one another

and a huge

fire resulted.

Those who weren't

burned to death

were trapped and crushed

in their vehicles.

During the year

of 1980,

a major city

in the United States

became an ideal

setting for death.

A series of murders

had taken place,

and to this day have still

remained unsolved.

What can you tell me

about the Slasher?

Well, this guy

is really smart.

We've covered

13 murders to far,

he hasn't left us

a single clue we can use.

Think we'll

see any action today?

No way

of telling that.

This guy is crazy,

just crazy,

he's got all the people

in the street

just scared shitless.

Well you two answered the call

on the last victim, right?

Yeah,

nlcky 13.

Are there

any suspects?

None.

This guy, his MO,

it's all screwed up.

Half the time he slashes

his victim's throat,

and the other half

the time he goes ahead

and dismembers

the whole body.

I don't know,

I guess it depends

on how much time he's got.

Tell me about your call on

victim 13 if you will, please.

Well, we had a news crew

with us that night, too.

We responded to a call

from an electrical business.

We got there, we found

a black male about 35,

he had his

throat cut.

At least he was

all in one piece.

We got another one here,

same MO.

Jesus Christ.

God, it's cold

out here.

God, I'd like to get

my hands on that sucker.

Did you get

any witnesses?

No.

Looks like

he died instantly.

A homicidal maniac

had killed 13 victims.

There could never be

justification for murder,

but what stood out about

this particular set of crimes

is that the

victims were poor,

vagrant winos,

who had bothered nobody

except for one man,

a psychotic killer

who was seeking some kind

of distorted revenge.

So the people

of the city's bowery

were forced to live in a

community plagued with death.

No matter how intoxicated

these winos became,

they still could not forget

that a murderer

was lurking in their

very midst.

I'm the one

that called in,

I just found

my buddy,

he's dead over there

in that dumpster.

Oh, shoot, where?

Over in the

dumpster there.

Take a look.

Oh, sh*t.

There's gotta be like

three or four bodies in there.

It's multiple

this time.

The transient residents

of this inner city

were once again reminded

of their extreme exposure

to violent death.

I really

can't believe it.

Honestly, I really

can't believe it.

Are you scared

about the Slasher?

I am afraid of this guy,

the Slasher.

When was the first time

you noticed he was missing?

About three days.

I haven't seen him

for three days.

Did you worry,

or was that-

No, no, drinking and

that there you don't worry.

Um,I don't know,

I just-

I just don't

know where to turn.

I just hope

they catch him.

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