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Men are pigs.

Seriously, you can do so much better than Bobby kelske.

Of all the girls at school,

how could he stand me up for Heidi Moore?

Well, if you switch her first and last initials,

her name is meidi hoore.

Thank you for meeting me, Mel.

I don't know what I would do without you.

Don't mention it. Hey, it's Saturday night.

Let's go to my house and have an old-fashioned slumber party.

Slumber party?

No, we're not in the sixth grade!

In the sixth grade, we. Didn't have these.

Look at you.

Cool it. I don't have enough for everybody.

All right. Let's go.

Okay.

Oh, damn it.

What? What's wrong?

Auntie flo decided to pay her monthly visit.

- Ew. - I'll be right back.

Well, take your time. I'm gonna have a cigarette.

Shit.

Damn it.

Hello?

Anyone?

A little help.

Okay.

Ah, shit.

Uh, you... You need help there?

Ugh. Oh, yeah.

I, uh, I dropped my keys.

And I, uh, I can't.

Um, I'm sorry. Would you mind?

You see, I sprained my knee on the slopes.

My battery died,

and now I'm stuck out here in the cold.

It's not really been my day either, so.

Thank you. You are a lifesaver.

Don't mention it.

Uh, shit!

That was fast.

I'm sorry.

This is the last time, I promise.

I think, I... I think they went under there.

Jill?

What the hell, Jill?

I was just helping this guy out.

Helping him with what?

Find his keys.

Yeah. I'm sure that was all you were doing.

Screw you, Bobby. You were the one that ditched me for Heidi.

And now I'm ditching Heidi for you.

So, get the fuck in.

I told Melissa I was gonna spend the night with her.

Didn't you hear me? I said now!

Thanks a freakin' lot, Jill.

Dammit, Jill.

Please, sir, who are you?

What do you want from me?

Please, please.

Let me out. Please.

My dad's a cop, asshole. He's expecting me any minute.

And when he sees you, he will kick the living shit out of you.

Guilt is a mechanism

we use to control people.

It's, uh, an illusion,

a kind of, uh, a social control mechanism.

Do I feel guilty for anything I've done?

No. I feel sorry for people who feel guilt.

What's one less person on the face of this earth anyway?

His first victim was 18-year-old Karen sparks,

poli-sci major at the university of Washington.

On the night of January 4th,

the suspect entered Karen's bedroom as she slept,

bludgeoned her with a metal rod he'd torn from her bed frame,

and proceeded to sexually assault her with it.

Karen was lucky. She survived.

She spent the next ten days in a coma

and suffered permanent brain damage from the attack.

Less than a month later, Lynda Healy,

a 21-year-old psychology major,

was abducted in the middle of the night

after an intruder broke into her basement apartment.

It's been nine months since her abduction,

yet no trace of Lynda Healy has been found.

Next.

Donna Gail manson, age 19.

Three weeks later,

Susan rancourt, age 18.

Susan's disappearance was followed by

Roberta parks, age 20,

followed by Brenda ball,

and georgeann Hawkins.

Like the others,

none of these girls have been seen or heard from since.

Yes, Mr. Swindley.

I mean, by the looks of it,

these chicks, they're all sort of the same type.

What "type" is that, exactly?

Foxy, long legs, short skirts.

The type that's usually up for a good time.

Maybe they led this guy on.

I mean, you know how the old saying goes, right?

"If you're advertising, you must be selling."

If stupidity was painful, Shane.

You'd be in agony.

Ooh.

Three months ago, on July 14th, the suspect struck again

during a huge celebration at lake sammamish state park.

This time, suspect's far more brazen.

Numerous witnesses reported seeing a man

with his left arm in a sling asking various women

if they would help him rig a sailboat up to his car.

Two of those women unfortunately took the bait.

Denise naslund, Janice ott.

Both women decapitated.

Both had been brutally raped.

Postmortem.

And multiple witnesses confirmed

they'd seen a suspect driving either a tan or brown vw beetle.

When the suspect approached them,

he told them his name.

It was Ted.

How is a woman like a laxative?

They both irritate the shit out of you!

Since when did my desk become the designated break room?

And good morning to you, too.

What's this look like to you, mcchesney?

Names of our victims.

Dates. Some random numbers.

Shane here has come up with

a rather brilliant theory

that could crack your case wide open.

Really?

What theory is that?

Pay attention.

Thirty-six, 23, 36, 23, 36.

Number of days between each abduction.

Look at this kid. He hasn't even graduated yet.

He's already gunning for his old man's job.

Except it's not accurate.

There were 45 days between Susan rancourt's

and Brenda ball's disappearances.

You also forgot the fifth victim, Roberta parks.

If you paid attention in class,

you'd already know that we went over these patterns.

Thirty-six, 23, 36, 23, 45.

Well, I just hope we don't have another

zodiac-hippy-devil-worshipping- Charles-fucking-manson

on our hands.

Manson actually wasn't a devil worshipper.

Charlie is quite the talker though.

As you might imagine, his favorite subject is himself.

Who the fuck are you?

And who the fuck let you down here?

I'm sorry. Captain swindley?

Supervisory special agent Robert ressler.

I'm with the behavioral science unit of the FBI.

What's this about?

I'm not here to step on anyone's toes.

Just to observe and offer my assistance.

I have my task force well under control.

We don't need any assistance from the feds.

Why would the bureau be taking an interest in this case?

Have they been developing their own leads?

No, nothing like that.

Part of our new mandate is to educate local law enforcement

by passing along information we've gathered.

Gathered from whom?

Interviews we've conducted

with convicted offenders.

We've been studying the psychological aspects

of their crimes

in the hopes of eventually developing a profile.

Oh, you hear that, Shane?

This is my son Shane.

He just graduated wsu with a degree in psychology

and he's already top of his class at the academy.

He is going to be your best resource around here.

Actually, I was thinking I would work with.

Uh, detective mcchesney.

Kathy here, she's from our sex crimes division.

You know, I figured it's a good idea

to have at least one gal on the team.

You know, soften up the witnesses,

you know what I mean?

And here I was thinking

it was because of her exemplary track record.

I observed part of your class, detective.

- I was impressed. - Thank you.

I joined the task force after the lake Sam murders.

Janice ott and Denise naslund.

Last two taken, first ones found.

Only ones found.

We still have six girls missing.

Well, it's been real quiet around here

for the last three months.

No miss August. No miss September.

No miss October.

So, I'd say old Teddy boy

is either taking an extended vacation,

or he's found himself a new hunting ground.

Society wants to believe

it can identify evil people, or bad or harmful people,

but it's just not practical.

Just like you can't tell by looking at someone

if they're a good person.

No man is truly innocent.

I mean, we've, we've all transgressed

in some way in our lives.

I don't think anybody doubts whether I've...

I've done some bad things.

The question is,

what, of course, and how, and maybe most importantly, why.

Now, he chooses his victims for a reason.

His victims are young, attractive women.

But to him, women are possessions.

He instinctively recognizes people

who radiate vulnerability,

their-their... their facial expressions say,

"I'm afraid of you."

You need a lift?

Fuck off and die, you creep!

He's coming.

Okay.

When he feels the last

bit of breath leaving her body

and he's looking into her eyes, well,

the person in that situation.

Trick or treat.

.Is god.

So.

This is our system.

Every potential's entered manually and assigned a card.

How do you keep track of them without a database?

Database?

The only computer in this entire office

is in the payroll department.

We're making some progress.

Of the 40,000 vw beetles registered in the state,

we've narrowed down the list to less than a hundred.

Cross-referenced with records from local dol?

Law enforcement in other counties?

This is Seattle, Washington, not Washington, DC.

Information is never shared between jurisdictions.

Cutting through the bureaucratic red tape is half the battle.

As you can see, he certainly has a type.

All the girls were under 25,

all Caucasian,

100 to 125 pounds.

Brownish hair parted down the middle.

We've found that most sequence killers

tend to choose victims with common physical characteristics.

Mm. I'm fairly certain Ted is highly intelligent,

probably reasonably good-looking.

He knows how to make these girls trust him.

He preys on their sympathy and vulnerability.

He sees their kindness as weakness.

And he knows how to make them disappear.

Heather? What a surprise!

Hey, cuz! What are you up to?

Oh, just killing some time before my evening class.

Looks like someone's on a shopping spree.

What's the occasion?

Jim's taking me out of town

for our third anniversary this weekend,

so I figured I'd buy myself a little something

to keep him interested.

If you know what I mean.

Hey, why don't you put those in your car

and then meet me back inside?

I'll buy you an orange Julius and we can catch up.

Oh, hon, I'd love to,

but I have to get home and start dinner.

I've turned into a Stepford wife.

It's okay, next time.

And give my love to Jim.

I will.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Ma'am, do you own a green Camaro?

License plate 3av 499?

Yes. Who are you?

Officer Rose.

I'm with undercover mall security.

I mean, we apprehended a suspect

attempting to break into your car.

Seriously?

Yeah. If you'll follow me.

Was anything stolen?

Well, that's what we need you to tell us, ma'am.

It looks all right to me.

Well, tuck your head in there

and take a look around.

My partner must have locked it

before he took the suspect in for questioning.

I'm sorry.

It doesn't look like anything's missing.

Well, take a good look.

We wanna make sure he didn't take anything of value.

Really, everything looks fine.

Well, you're still gonna need to come over

to the station and file a report.

Like I said, nothing was taken,

so I really don't see why.

You know, they're gonna keep this man detained

until you decide whether or not you're going to press charges.

Look, it'll only take a few minutes, all right?

Station's right up the road.

Hell, I'll drive you.

I'm supposed to meet my boyfriend soon.

- I hope this won't take long. - I'll have you back in a flash.

By the way, are you related to Heather?

She's my cousin.

I knew it. I knew it.

You know, I just ran into her in the mall.

So did I. But how did you...

I used to go to school with her husband, Jim.

Man, he's a good guy.

Come on. It'll be quick.

It's open.

It's open.

So how do you know Jim again?

On second thought, I think it's easier

if I just drive myself. I know where the station is.

Can we just do this another time?

Please, just pull over.

I'm not kidding!

You let me out of this fucking car right now!

Do you wanna know what I'm going to do you?

First, I'm gonna strangle you.

Then I'm going to rape you. And then...

Get off of me!

Help me! Please!

Wait! Wait! Don't!

Wait for me! Please, stop.

Stop! Stop!

Ah!

Help!

Stop! Please! Stop!

Wait, wait.

Go, go, go. Please drive. Please drive.

Oh, get this.

Last month, he brings in the goddamn psychic.

Swindley thinks there's a satanic cult

behind every unsolved murder in this city.

When it's probably his anti-social pantywaist of a son.

I will drink to that.

So, what made you want to join the bureau?

Mm.

I grew up in Chicago.

Mm-hm.

When I was 15, I became obsessed with these articles

published by the tribune about the lipstick killer.

I didn't make up the name.

Oh.

I guess you can't take me anywhere.

Anyway.

What about you?

How'd you get involved with the sheriff's department?

Well, oh, it wasn't my first choice.

During my senior criminal justice seminar...

Oh, mind you, I am one of three girls in the class of 200...

And this bureau guy comes in one day to do some recruiting.

He starts handing out applications

and when he finally gets to me, he says,

"sorry, FBI doesn't hire female agents."

All I can say about that is times are changing.

I wouldn't be surprised if one day,

you're leading the charge at Quantico,

tracking down sequence killers.

Mm.

Ooh, yes.

Not sequence killers.

Serial killers.

That's what they should be called.

Serial killers?

You know, like the old westerns.

Ah!

They always ended with this huge cliffhanger, right?

You had to come back the following week

to find out what happened, and then the week after that.

Oh, never fully satisfied.

They always leave you wanting more.

And.

You know, these killers kind of do the same thing.

First, it's one victim.

Then two. Then three.

And each time they think that the next one

will bring them closer to fulfilling

their ultimate fantasy.

It's a never-ending cycle.

Like a serial.

You're going to make one hell of an agent one day,

you know that, mcchesney?

A serial killer.

It makes sense.

Well, consider it yours, agent ressler.

No credit necessary.

We interrupt this program

to bring you a special report.

Earlier today,

the bodies of four more young women

were found on Taylor mountain.

All of them had been strangled

or bludgeoned by this brutal killer.

Remains of six missing girls

were found at the same site.

The skeletal remains of 21-year-old woman Ann Healy,

22-year-old Brenda ball of Seattle,

18-year-old Susan Elaine rancourt

of Anchorage, Alaska,

and 20-year-old Roberta Kathleen parks

from Lafayette, California.

Just a few miles away from the place...

- He did it. - Where those four were found,

police identified two more murdered girls.

He killed them all.

These two disappeared

- from the same place. - And he just dumped them

- up on that mountain like trash. - Lake sammamish state park.

They were 23-year-old Janice ott

- and 19-year-old Denise naslund. - He is goin to do it

again and again and again.

Two more women have gone missing:

Julie Cunningham, a 26-year-old woman from vail,

and Denise oliverson,

a 24-year-old from grand junction.

On January 12, 1975,

caryn Campbell disappeared from the wildwood inn.

Thirty-six days later, her nude body was found

almost three miles away.

Debbie was attending a play

with her family at viewmont high school

on the night of November 8, 1974.

She left the play early to pick up her brother

at an ice rink.

Debbie never got to her car.

Police believe the key

was from the same handcuffs used to kidnap Carol daronch

four hours earlier

the same night Debbie Kent disappeared.

Nighttime at the kents' home in bountiful,

this front porch light burns for Debbie.

Mrs. Kent vowed when her daughter disappeared,

"I'll turn the light off

only when Debbie comes home."

The hardest part, Mrs. Kent says,

is the heartache of not knowing.

This is gonna take a while.

I don't care.

I'll stay with them all night if I have to.

Come on. I'll buy you a coffee.

I'm gonna get him, ressler.

If it's the last thing I do.

I'm gonna get him for what he did to those girls.

You almost act as if you knew them.

Ah, well.

I had an older sister.

Her name was Jamie.

Ah, yeah. She, uh, ran away when she was 16 years old.

And our parents just spent months looking for her.

They thought she'd gone to San Francisco and joined a cult.

But.

She was just hitchhiking on the coast, meeting people.

Yeah, I guess she was... she was just trying to find herself.

You know, she made it as far as Portland.

Last guy that picked her up drugged her.

Raped her.

He left her in a heroin den.

She never regained consciousness, so.

Detective mcchesney?

Yes.

I'm... Lynda Healy's mother.

I am so...

Please don't.

I don't want to hear that word ever again.

I need you to listen to just one thing I have to say.

I want you to find the monster who did this to my daughter.

I want you to find him.

And when you do,

I want you to shoot him dead.

That's him.

Are you absolutely sure, Carol?

Take your time. It's almost been...

That's him!

That's the shitbag who tried to kidnap me.

I will never forget his face. Never.

Thank you. We'll be in touch.

I'll testify.

I'll do whatever it takes to put him away.

Because that guy is totally fucking crazy.

So, would you say the fantasy

is more stimulating to this person than the act itself?

Well, I'd assume that what most stimulates

such an individual is, uh,

the hunt, the pursuit of his victim.

Well, what would you say this individual

gains from his hunt?

Why does he keep referring to himself

in the third person?

As if everything he's saying is a hypothetical?

"This individual," "this person."

Because he's not giving us a confession.

He's merely "hypothesizing."

Sharing his "legal opinion."

Ah. Law school dropout turned Perry Mason.

This is such bullshit.

Do you think this person

would have kept mementos of his victims?

Locks of hair? Jewelry?

Photographs, perhaps?

I would think it's certainly

not out of the realm of possibility.

And what makes you think that?

Well.

When you work hard to do something right,

you don't want to forget it.

Let's, uh, you know, take a short break.

Dr. Fred richmore,

from the bureau's behavioral science unit.

Detective Kathleen mcchesney, Seattle homicide.

Bob.

Detective.

So, what are we looking at here?

In my 16 years as a clinical psychiatrist,

I can honestly say Theodore Bundy

is the most dangerous individual I've ever observed.

Mr. Bundy seems to derive a deep,

almost mystical satisfaction from killing.

After a while, the act of murdering

isn't just about lust or violence.

It's about possession.

Possession?

Mm.

Is this his way of copping to some kind of insanity defense?

No, no, no, nothing like that.

You have to first understand

there are two distinct parts to his personality.

First is Ted.

Helpful, personable, articulate, charming Ted.

And then, there's the entity.

Entity?

So, you're saying he has a split personality?

Not exactly.

I believe it's a complex pathology

wherein the entity is both in and of Ted.

First is his dominant personality,

his mask of sanity, if you will.

And then, there's the entity.

I believe it began with

an unnatural obsession with pornography

from a very young age.

And I don't mean the blue magazines

that teenage boys hide from their parents,

but rather, he became obsessed with sexually explicit

images of violence, with human pain and suffering.

And he believes this entity has given him magical abilities,

like the power to walk through walls,

and to not be seen.

To make him... invisible.

All this, and it still doesn't add up

to a legal confession?

Not yet.

But I'm certain there are many more victims out there.

Yet to be found.

Bundy was being held

in the Garfield county jail

because it is modern and said to be much more secure

than facilities in Aspen, about an hour away.

Bundy's escape bordered on a Houdini escapade.

The 5'11", 145-pound former law student

ripped out a light fixture and steel grating in the ceiling

and then maneuvered himself up

through a 12-inch by 12-inch

hole in the ceiling.

Are you watching this?

That son of a bitch.

We're looking everywhere.

Trains, buses, and this is the usual thing.

I have no idea where he is.

He'll blend in. Disappear. That's what he does.

But he doesn't have any money, clothing.

Unless he got help from someone on the outside?

He easily got himself a ten-hour lead but.

With any luck, the weather's slowing him down.

He won't last long in a snowstorm.

He'll have to go some place...

warm.

Call me if you got something.

Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.

Happy new year! Happy new year.

Happy new year.

Good night.

Bye. Night.

Shit!

Hey, what's going on?

Are you okay?

♪ Do lord do lord do remember me ♪

♪ do lord do lord do remember me ♪

♪ do lord do lord ♪

♪ do remember me ♪

♪ do lord remember me ♪

Oh, shit.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Bundy.

I-I don't know if you remember me.

I'm det. Mcchesney

with the king county sheriff's department,

and this is agent ressler with the FBI.

May we have a moment of your time?

Surely. Come right in.

There we go.

I'm sorry it isn't much. I wasn't expecting company.

Do you mind if I turn the record off?

No, go right ahead.

I always find comfort in the lord's music.

Cream and sugar?

- Oh, no, thank you. - Okay.

Here you go.

I suppose you know why we're here, Mrs. Bundy.

Oh, please call me Louise.

- Louise. - Hm.

I'm sure you've heard that.

Your son escaped from custody again.

I'm quite aware.

The reporters have been calling the house day and night.

It got so bad I had to take the phone off the hook.

Do you have any idea where he might have gone, ma'am?

If I had any information to share,

I certainly would have done so already.

I think it's just terrible

what they are doing to my poor son.

You're going through a terrible ordeal, Louise.

We didn't come to further upset you.

Yes, all of this is very upsetting.

I know it is.

But it's very important you let us know

if you have had any contact with your son.

I haven't heard from Teddy in weeks.

But I hear what they're saying on the news.

And the things those awful women in church

are whispering behind my back.

But I can tell you, this is all a very big mistake.

Mistake? With all due respect, ma'am,

your son is currently on the FBI's ten most wanted list.

With all due respect, you do not know my son.

You have to understand that it wasn't easy

being an unwed mother back when Teddy was born.

I was very young at the time I had him.

My parents tried to force me to give my baby up for adoption,

but I couldn't bear to do that.

So, I carried on.

And finally, they said, "all right, Louise,"

you can stay home and have your baby

and finish school.

But on one condition:

"That we raise Teddy as our own."

So, you're saying Ted grew up believing

you weren't his mother, but his sister?

My mother, she had some problems

and she had to be committed to an institution.

My father,

he had a dark side.

Especially when he drank.

He used to say,

that Teddy was conceived in hell.

I suppose that would make my father the devil,

wouldn't it?

Do you remember Ann-Marie burr?

Seven-year-old girl who lived a few miles from here?

Back in '61, she disappeared without a trace.

Remember?

Of course, I remember. Poor little thing.

Her parents were just devastated.

Do you recall Ted was around 14 at the time?

He delivered newspapers in the neighborhood.

Ted had nothing to do with that.

I'm-I'm sorry.

That's all the information I have for you.

Except to say my son Ted is the best son in the whole world.

We'll be in touch.

If you let me know when you're coming next time,

I'll be sure to serve ice cream and hot apple pie.

Well, that was interesting.

Yeah. She doesn't know anything.

We can still tap her line

in case he tries to call.

Mm-mm. He won't.

He's got other plans now.

It's been empty for a few months.

Don't mind the dust. Come on in.

What'd you say your name was again?

Chris. Chris hagen.

Oh. Nice to meet you, Chris hagen.

I'm Dorothy slater, but the girls all call me dottie.

Class of '69. Chi till we die!

So, you're a transfer student from...?

Ucla. I'm finishing my mba.

Wow, Los Angeles.

Must be nice getting away from all them weirdos.

Oh, feel free to get rid of this old junk.

Once upon a time, I was gonna be a big

fifth Avenue fashion designer

but none of my stuff made it past the Brooklyn bargain mart.

But hey, you can't fault a girl

for giving it the old college try!

Of course not.

Hm.

Wait for me.

Keep your eyes in your head, sweetie.

Don't let my sunny disposition fool you.

I'm a damn strict house mother,

and I don't tolerate no funny business.

I also don't make it a habit

of taking in handsome grad students as boarders.

I just need a place to shower, study, and sleep. That's all.

Well, if you're looking to move in right away,

I'll make it easy on you.

How much?

Sixty dollars a week.

But if you keep the grass trimmed and the driveway swept,

I'll make it an even 50.

Deal.

Well then, welcome

to what we like to call chez oaks.

Hm.

You know what? I think I forgot.

Yeah, I'm gonna need to go to the bank

and cash a check.

Oh, well, don't worry about it, Chris.

God made me a trustin' soul and a good judge of character.

Plus... you look kind of familiar.

I got it. Paul Newman!

You got the same gorgeous blue eyes.

God bless your heart.

Yeah, okay.

Serious, but yeah.

Yeah. Guys, you see that?

Guys, watch this. Watch this.

Oh. I'm sorry. I-I didn't.

I didn't see you there.

It was my fault. I wasn't paying attention

uh, are you moving into chez oaks?

It looks that way.

Well, welcome to the neighborhood.

I'm Cheryl.

Ah, Chris.

Don't mind them. They are harmless.

Mm, for the most part.

I'll do my best.

Well, um, if you need anything, someone's usually always home.

See you around, Chris.

I am a c-h.

I am a c-h-i!

And we'll have chi-o in our hearts...

until the d-a-y we die!

Whoo!

Look what I found.

Seems Margaret had an unauthorized visitor last night!

Speak for yourself, Karen. I use those for dusting!

Sure, you do! Think fast!

Kathy. Kathy!

Kathy! Over here, Kathy!

I'm warning you, Lisa, give me those back!

Come and get 'em!

Come and get them.

Karen, give those.

Shit.

God, Chris!?

Ju... um, go... go around.

Other-other door. Other door. Yeah.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.

Well, you did. What are you doing out there?

I was coming by to let dottie know

I'm going to be a couple days behind on the rent.

A job I was expecting sort of fell through.

Um, she's out on a date right now

but I'll let her know when she gets back.

Thank you.

Have a good night.

Chris? Chris!

Hold on one second.

Um.

Dottie made her famous meatloaf sandwiches tonight.

You look like you could use a decent meal.

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

Cheryl?

Would you maybe.

Like to go to dinner with me this weekend?

Thank you, but, uh, I can't.

I have a boyfriend back home.

I was intending as friends, of course, but I understand.

Well, um, enjoy. Good night.

Ah!

Why won't you listen to me?

You can't touch me.

I'm not here.

I'm invisible.

I am no one.

What the hell is going on, herb?

I'm shutting down the task force.

What do you mean, shutting it down?

Bundy's not our case anymore.

He is federal jurisdiction.

But he's still out there.

He could back here in Washington, for all we know.

I can't keep diverting department resources

to this case.

We have a six-month backload upstairs.

You've got to let it go.

Why don't you tell that to Lynda Healy's parents?

Why don't you go over to their house

and you knock on their door

and you tell that to her mother's face?

Why don't you tell that to the families of Susan rancourt,

of Donna Gail manson,

of Brenda ball, of georgeann Hawkins,

Denise naslund, Janice ott,

Roberta parks, Lynda Healy.

Tell them.

Tell them that you no longer have the department resources

to go after the man who raped and strangled

and mutilated their daughters!

Your new office is upstairs on three.

I am reassigning you to vice.

Hey, how about that? Right next to my office.

You know what?

Fuck you!

No, fuck you both!

Ted Bundy, a Washington state resident,

was convicted last year of the kidnap assault

of a young woman from salt lake city.

He's also the prime suspect

in a series of murders of young women

in Washington state.

.As well as the suspect in a murder case here in Aspen.

This is ward Lucas, reporting from Aspen.

Mcchesney.

Child abduction ten hours ago.

Ressler, where have you been?

Tallahassee.

What's going on there?

Bundy.

Less than a week ago, a female student

was attacked by an unknown man

on the campus of Florida state university.

An attempted strangulation.

Witnesses?

None who could give a positive ID.

The unsub was wearing a mask. But a college campus?

Where the winters are warm?

And get this, a '68 Volkswagen beetle

was reported stolen by an fsu student

the same night as the attack.

Ten A.M. this morning, 12-year-old Kimberly leach

missing from her school in lake city.

She was last seen driving away with a dark-haired man

in a red '68 beetle.

Jesus.

.The area is just like downtown Aspen.

A 12-year-old girl? That's not Bundy's m.O.

Ann-Marie burr.

I'll book the next flight to Tallahassee.

I want you on the ground there too.

I'll clear it with swindley.

No, don't bother. I've been reassigned.

- What? - Yeah. I'll tell you later.

If you're right, Bundy's probably coming apart.

He's been locked up for two years.

Now he's a ticking time bomb.

And there's a quiet college town in Florida

that has no fucking idea what they're dealing with.

Ted Bundy, according to Mike Fisher,

chief investigator for the da's office,

is a dangerous man,

and the sheriff was criminally negligent

for allowing Bundy to escape.

Meanwhile, life goes on as usual,

and single unescorted women walk the streets,

presumably unconcerned.

They apparently don't know or don't care

that Ted Bundy is a chief suspect

in the murders of at least 18, possibly 30 young women

in four states.

Each of those women disappeared without a trace.

Chris?

Chris?

Anyone home?

Oh, okay.

What are you doing in here?

Can I help you with something?

Ah, I just got home,

and I saw that the door was open, so.

So, you decided to come right on into my apartment?

No, I just, uh...

Don't.

I-I-I wanted to get dottie's plate back.

Plate?

Yeah.

The, uh, the-the plate from last night?

The one with the sandwiches?

Oh! That plate. Excuse me.

All right, thank you.

Don't mention it.

Uh, well, I-I-I have rehearsal.

So, I'm-I'm gonna go.

I found this yesterday. I thought you might like it.

Thank you, but i-i-i can't accept that.

Sure, you can. We'll just... shhhh.

Look at that.

Isn't that nice?

And guess what?

You don't even have to tell your boyfriend where you got it.

This key opens every gate on the campus.

We got an apb out right now.

Every department between here and pensacola

is on the lookout for this guy.

We appreciate your professional courtesy, sheriff.

Thank you.

I hope you're right about this.

I hope we're not.

Hey, Cheryl, what's up?

I thought you were going out dancing at sherrod's.

Mm. I'm not feeling up to it.

What's wrong, honey? Are-are you sick?

No, um, I just have a paper due Monday.

I really want to get it done.

I guess we're all staying home on a Saturday night.

So much for "chi till we die".

From your not-so-secret admirer?

Ugh. Take it.

I-I don't ever want to see that thing again.

There's something really off about him.

Well, you don't have to worry about creepy Chris anymore.

He cleared out this morning.

Dottie was furious, said he took off

without ever paying the rent.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

I'll meet you down by the south entrance

in 20 minutes.

Hey, be careful.

This concludes our program

scheduled for the day.

We'll return to the air tomorrow

with more of your favorite programs.

Ladies and gentlemen, our national anthem.

Come on, guys. I'm trying to sleep.

No.

Stop.

Who are you?

No!

Okay. I got you. I got you.

I got you.

Come here. I got you.

Help's on the way, okay? You're gonna be okay.

I got you. Come here.

Come here.

Help's on the way. Okay?

Help's on the way. Okay.

Ted! Freeze!

Freeze!

Dispatch, this is guzman.

We got a code 55.

Female victim, severe head trauma,

possible other victims.

Send ambulance and all available

units to 661 Jefferson.

The chi omega sorority. Do it now!

You can't touch me.

I'm invisible.

I... am... no one.

We got you.

You're gonna be okay, all right?

What can I do for you, det. Mcchesney?

It's actually special agent mcchesney now.

Oh, congratulations.

Thank you.

But my son is dead now.

I don't know what more I could possibly say.

Before his execution,

Ted confessed to a number of murders, Mrs. Bundy.

He led us to more, several more bodies.

His confessions were recorded on tape.

These tapes are going to be made public very soon.

We just thought you might want to hear them first,

before anybody else.

And that little girl,

my, she screamed and screamed and screamed.

And I enjoyed her pain, her suffering,

the power I had over her in those final moments, huh.

I like to kill.

I'm the most cold-hearted

son of a bitch you'll ever meet.

And we, we, we serial killers, we are your sons,

we are your husbands, we are everywhere.

Um.

How about ice cream and hot apple pie?

That's for you. I made that for you.

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