Boston Strangler: The Untold Story Page #4

- See you on Sunday?

- Yes, ma'am.

Hey, be careful out there, huh?

That Boston Strangler?

Don't worry.

I've got protection.

You certainly do.

- Good day, Mrs. Lucino.

- You, too.

Claudia?

Claudia, where are you?

Claudia!

Clad... Claudia!

Michael?

Where are you?

Where the f*** are you?

Claudia! Michael! Judy!

- Where are the kids?

- At your mother's house.

Don't you remember anything?

I brought you some

flowers and chocolates.

That was Munich, Albert.

This is Boston.

The romance is over.

Be a man.

I am a man.

No, Albert.

You are not a man until you can act

like a responsible husband and father.

Claudia, I go to work every day

to bring home money

for you and the kids, right?

Half the time you tell me you're at work,

you're having a beer at the bar.

Or worse,

you're screwing other women.

Claudia, come on now.

Albert, don't you realize

that I can feed the children

breakfast, lunch, and dinner

for the price of all your beer?

Baby, please, huh?

I swear to God, I can make it better.

I swear to God.

When, Albert?

When?

You dragged me all the way

across the Atlantic Ocean.

Why would you do that?

So you could be a bum?

- Albert.

- Hmm?

Do you remember the promise

that you told me back in Germany?

- Mm-hmm.

- That you told my parents?

Mm-hmm.

- I promise...

- Albert.

Albert.

Albert.

Albert!

Stop it!

- Albert!

- What?

Stop it!

I got needs!

I'm a f***ing man!

You're my wife!

F*** you!

Don't you ever touch me again!

Is this the treatment I get

for being a man?

I got f***ing needs, damn it!

Again. Different knot.

- You sure about that?

- Positive.

The first five were tied into a bow.

This one was tied into a knot first,

then the bow was tied.

And while we're scratching our asses,

there are women dying all over the city.

And there's nothing we can do about it.

There is, if I can help it.

Hey, Captain, hand me

those tweezers, will you?

Thanks.

What are you gonna do with that?

This is evidence, Captain.

I'm gonna save it.

Maybe we can match it up to the killer

under a microscope.

Not in my lifetime.

Anything?

Do we have anything?

Not a thing, sir.

There was not a fingerprint

anywhere in this apartment.

Witnesses?

Not a one.

As far as I can tell,

nobody heard or saw anything.

- Family been notified?

- Yes, they have.

Find out if she had

any ongoing disputes.

Find every friend and family member

and get them down

to the precinct for questioning.

Don't you worry, sweetheart.

We're gonna figure this out...

if it's the last thing we do.

John, maybe we should

let Forensics come in

and do their thing.

Why don't you head back to the office?

I don't need to head back

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