Excuse me.
Hi.
My name's Ted.
Sorry to bark. I've got a bum arm.
Trying to hitch a little sailboat to my car. Give me a hand?
Sure.
Where are you from? You sound English.
Yeah, England.
Car's right here.
Hey, where is the sailboat?
Yeah, you gotta help me go get it.
Wake up!
Please! Please!
Please don't hurt us! I'll do anything.
Please.
-Eeny, meeny… -No!
-Please! Help! -…miny, moe.
-Help! -Catch a tiger
-by the… -No!
-…toe. -No, please!
-Help me! Please! -If it hollers, let it go.
-Eeny… -Help!
…meeny,
miny…
-No! -…moe.
Okay.
I'm gonna fuck and kill you first.
-She's gonna watch. -No!
-Shh.
Don't worry, sweetheart.
I'm gonna fuck and kill you too.
Where are you girls hiding?
There you are.
Hi, girls.
So fucking sexy.
Special Agent John Douglas, Special Agent Robert Ressler.
We’re here to speak to Jerry Brudos.
Sign in.
Right this way.
Fuck you pigs!
Mind if we record our conversation?
Not at all.
Though I probably don’t get any say the matter.
Jerry Brudos. March 3rd.
We’d appreciate you being as candid as possible.
We’re part of the new Behavioral Sciences Division at the FBI.
We use interviews with men like yourself to catch other serial killers.
Serial killers? That’s what they call us now?
Agent Ressler here coined that term.
Good for you!
What do you want, a goddamn award for thinking up a word?
So, gentlemen.
What can I do you for?
There’s a serial killer in the Pacific Northwest
whose murders are… sexual in nature.
All his victims are women, aged 17 to 25, mostly college students,
some hitchhikers.
He tortures and rapes his victims before he murders them
and discards them in the woods, often returning to the bodies
to continue violating them.
He also keeps trophies of his victims.
Does he keep their shoes?
-Not to our knowledge. -'Cause that’s what I did.
I mean, I killed and chopped up every one of them whores,
but that’s not what I really wanted when you get right down to it.
All's I wanted was the shoes.
So I could jizz in 'em.
That was my MO.
No, this killer, um…
Well, the trophies he keeps are body parts.
Oh, boring!
Ho hum! I did that.
I mean, I chopped up my share of bodies once I heard about
the fella in Wisconsin who did it.
Ed Gein.
Mm! Yeah! Ed Gein.
Started when I was young.
My mother…
…caught me wearing a pair of her high heels
and beat the living shit out of me.
So I'd jizz in her panties.
She'd see the stains and beat the shit out of me all over again.
I’d sneak into the neighborhood girl’s house,
steal her panties.
Smell 'em, wear 'em.
Clean or dirty.
I'd huff 'em.
It was the shoes that really did it for me.
High heels, red…
I wouldn't stop till I'd filled them up.
Took me days on end pumping those shoes full of jizz.
But you ever seen what that looks like?
A pair of high heels, fire engine red,
nine and a half narrow, four-inch heels,
and they're filled to the brim with jizz?
Just the front, obviously.
Because, uh, well, the heel is higher, right?
And, like, at an angle.
Pumps you could fill almost the whole way.
You know, the whole shoe.
Toe and heel.
With the jizz.
That took longer though.
Jerry, if I told you I brought you a pair of ladies’ shoes as a thank you,
think we could we talk about something other than shoes?
You brought me a pair? Are they in my size?
Oh, boy.
Oh, my.
Oh, my. Okay.
-Uh, can I try them on? -Sure.
Oh.
Whoo.
Oh, wow. Oh, wow, I'm…
I'm getting emotional.
Um… yeah, I don't think I'll be able to concentrate with these on.
I might have to jerk off.
Do you guys mind if I jerk off? I don't mind if you watch.
I chopped up my share of bodies once I heard about the fella…
Did he really dance around in the shoes?
Mm-hm. Yes.
In retrospect, giving him a pair of shoes was not a good idea.
Brudos is the right direction, sexually motivated, deep hatred of women,
like the Pacific Northwest killer.
Here, though. He forgets the name, but he mentions Ed Gein.
Yeah, they all do.
They admire his notoriety, they feel...
validated by him, vindicated even.
It’s like Ed Gein started the fan club they’re getting letters from,
cartons of cigarettes, pairs of panties, locks of hair.
Then why haven’t we talked to him? About the Pacific Northwest killer?
I mean, of everyone, he might have the best insight,
understand the psych profile...
Gein?
We tried. He said no.
Nah, that was three years ago.
And they changed his medication protocol, he’s stable now.
-So do you think he would talk to us? -Hmm.
Can't hurt.
-How old is he now? -Gotta be in his seventies.
I didn't think there'd be a lady.
It's the 1970s, Mr. Gein, the world is changing.
Please, call me Ed.
Ed.
How do you do?
So what is it you'd like to ask me?
So, what's it like to be famous?
I don't know, it's nice to know that folks are thinking about ya
and taking the time to say so.
I keep all the letters I get.
I reply to some.
Whittle them something, or send 'em a piece of my leather work.
They don't mean anything though, the letters.
They might to the people who send them, but
they don't to me.
And why is that?
Well, all the prayers and the kind words.
They don't come from the people I wish they came from.
Who is that?
Could I see the photos of the man you're hunting?
What he did?
Are they arousing to you, Ed?
No.
Might have been.
When I was younger.
But… my parts don't work the same now.
Hm.
What?
I have something in common with him.
He's a loner, this man.
When you're alone too much,
your thoughts can make you want to do things.
I spent too much time alone in that house after Mother died.
The neighbors would pester me, but…
No family to speak of.
All's you got is time to think.
I mean, I dug some people up.
There's no doubt about that. I remember doing it.
And I accept that that's wrong.
Or, like, people believe you shouldn't do that.
Let the body rest.
I accept that.
I was just searching for my mother.
She's left me now.
She left me entirely.
Hey.
This guy…
He keeps trophies of the women he kills.
What kind of trophies? Body parts?
Heads. He removes their heads.
Hm.
That's a lot of work.
It's real messy.
Hard to get a skull off a neck.
I tried all manner of saws.
Chainsaw's too messy.
Wood saw, it'll get stuck.
I find the best way to cut off a head, and God as my witness, it's the truth,
is a hacksaw with a high-speed steel blade.
Fine-toothed. Tooth per inch is what they call it, TPI.
You need a high tooth per inch.
Hand saw won't work.
Jab saw don't feel right cutting up a body.
No, you want a hacksaw with a super fine grade.
TPI of 30 or more gives you a nice, clean cut.
Stanley makes a nice one.
It's much better.
If I were you, I'd be looking into folks that are buying saws like that.
You mark my words, he'll be buying one.
I'm tired.
Might need to get some rest.
I don't know if I've been any help to you.
You have, Ed.
We appreciate your time.
Hm.
Shut up!
Oh wrap it up baby
Shut the fuck up!
Ooh, a storm is threatening
My very life today
If I don't get some shelter
Ooh yeah, I'm gonna fade away
War, children
It's just a shot away It's just a shot away
War, children
It's just a shot away It's just a shot away
Hey, Birdman. You got a gentleman caller.
Well, let's see him.
Our very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost your way
War, children
It's just a shot away It's just a shot away
War, children
It's just a shot away It's just a shot away
Holy fuck.
They weren't joking.
For a carton of cigarettes, you can feel my titties.
And they’re a nice set of titties, just ask anybody.
For a carton of cigs and 20 bucks,
I’ll give you the best blowjob of your life.
I could suck the chrome right off a trailer hitch.
Cigarettes and fifty, I'll let you in the back door.
I don't got any cigarettes.
All's I got is rock.
Oh, that'll be fine.
Yeah, that'll get you whatever you like.
I wanna fuck that ass.
My kind of Saturday night.
Whip is out, Kemosabe. Let me see what I'm up against.
Hello.
Stop doing that!
Come on! Don't you wanna fuck this goose, huh?
Tell me I look like the 4th of July!
-What? -Come on, fucking say it.
-You look like the 4th of July. -No, I don't.
I look like Halloween.
I heard rumors about you.
I didn't believe it.
Well, fucking believe it, bitch.
Hm.
I ain't never seen nothing like you.
That’s 'cause I’m the smartest motherfucker ever been born!
I learned how to beat the system.
I learned that from Ed Gein.
Who?
-My fucking idol. -Hm.
Yeah, I read all about him.
There were these comic books about him.
Magazine articles, I was... I was obsessed.
Then one day…
I was tripping on acid and tried to rob a house,
guess what?
It was full of nurses.
Then one spit at me, and I thought,
"Fuck, now I gotta kill all these nurses."
But one hid.
That's why I'm in here.
Because of one little smart fucking whore who hid.
Hm? And they gave me the death penalty,
and then Illinois... got rid of it.
Now fucking look at me.
I'm getting more sex and drugs than I ever was out there.
I'm out of the rat race. Hm?
I run a business.
I smoke crack and fuck. Hm?
But I'm gonna get parole, mark my words.
'Cause my lawyer says I keep trying to kill myself.
That's all you gotta do.
No, and like what Ed Gein did, just pretended he was crazy.
Now he's in a fucking spa?
No. He’s my... He's my black devil god.
He's who I wanted to be, and he's who I became.
You line me up again, Kemo?
I think I got round two in me.
Mail for you, Ed.
Oh, thank you.
Ah!
You motherfucker!
You son of a bitch!
You fucking asshole!
Can I talk to you?
Of course. Have a seat.
I don't know how else to ask this.
I can't stay here.
Ed.
-We've talked about this many times. -I know.
Judge said I was crazy, so's I gotta be in a hospital.
But he also says I can't stand trial, which means I can't be guilty.
What am I doing in a place like this?
Ed, I know.
And you're preaching to the choir.
Funding for mental health in this country has been slashed
and slashed and slashed again.
And I voted for Nixon.
But not for him to do that.
And President Ford only made it worse.
This place is no better than a human zoo.
I feel for you, Ed.
I truly do.
A mental hospital used to be a place of compassion and rehabilitation.
I'm trying to be good.
Ah! No, no.
I mean, I do everything you ask of me, right?
I'm helping the authorities catch this killer.
You know, everybody talks about me being here to get better.
That's a lie, isn't it?
It doesn't matter if I get better or if I get worse.
Nobody cares.
It's just punishment.
That's part of the punishment, isn't it?
It's not just that you're locked up.
It's that you're locked up with this lie.
That there's a purpose to it.
There isn't any purpose to it, is there?
There's no purpose to any of it.
Hey, Ed.
It's your friend, Richard Speck.
I haven't written in a while, so I thought I'd drop you a line,
send you a snapshot of my titties
in case you need something to choke your chicken to.
They're nice titties, ain't they?
Bet you wish you had a pair.
But maybe you were right.
I should have just cut off a pair from a dead body and worn those,
'cause these girls, they get sore as shit after my injections.
Maybe if I kick the bucket before you,
they can chop these off and send 'em to you.
I'd feel good knowing my role model was strutting around the asylum
wearing my titties.
Speaking of role models,
you know how I idolized you, well, some guy idolizes me.
Wrote me a letter saying how much I meant to him.
Says me killing that house full of nurses gave him an idea.
He's planning on cutting up a whole house full of college girls.
Says he wants to quit fighting the frenzy
that comes over him after he's killed a woman.
Wants to see what he does when he's got a lot of girls he can kill
and just lets that frenzy take him over.
It's queer, huh?
I'll send you the letter he sent me.
See, you inspired me, and I inspired him now.
Choke you chicken to these titties. Hmm?
All the best, Richard Speck.
-Picking up for Ed Gein. -Yeah. Sign here.
Right this way.
Mr. Gein?
Deputy Will Stanton, Leon County Sheriff’s Office.
Violent Crimes Unit.
-You got my letter. -Yeah, sure did.
Gotta say, just about fell out of my chair
when I heard Ed Gein thought he had a tip about these murders down in Florida.
Well, I, uh... I talked with the FBI a while ago.
That got me thinking.
You know, I always liked detective novels.
Stories about tracking down criminals and whatnot.
So I started taking clippings out of the newspapers
and started piecing it all together and I send it all to them,
but nothing ever comes of it.
I think those FBI fellas think I'm crazy.
Deputy, I tell you,
the folks they lock up here nowadays, they're getting crazier and crazier.
Yeah, well, it's no surprise to me.
You see what I see every day, you'd think it's just as crazy out there.
Anyhow, his name is Ted.
Uh… I'm sorry.
Yeah, well, it's short for "Theodore," which is my middle name,
but he goes by "Ted" or "Teddy."
Who?
Well, the man you're searching for who's killing all those young girls.
Now, he drives one of them Volkswagens.
A Beetle.
He has one of his own, but he also says that he knows how to hotwire one,
so, well, I'm thinking he wouldn't be driving his own, would he?
He's too smart for that.
He'd be driving a stolen one.
Ed, uh, wait. Uh…
How... How do you know this?
Well, he sent a letter to my acquaintance, Richard Speck,
and Richard sent it to me.
I'm thinking of cutting up a house of coeds.
It rains all the time where I am, I might light out for some place sunnier.
Doubt my car can make it across country, only makes 50 horsepower.
Keep a lookout for my work. I'm just getting started. Teddy.
A Volkswagen Beetle only makes 50 horsepower.
That much I know. 1.5-liter engine.
And there was that killer in Washington, wasn't there, that they could find?
I think it's him.
I mean, it rains there all the time.
But now those girls are showing up dead in Florida.
And they all look the same.
I mean, they got the same part to their hair, don't they?
Deputy,
I'd put dollars to donuts it's Ted.
I once met a little maid in Morocco
In far away old gay Morocco
We spent many happy hours together
In far away old gay Morocco
It was summer, the roses…
When I found the lover divine--
Residents of Florida and the Pacific Northwest
are breathing a sigh of relief today
after the arrest of a sadistic serial killer
who has terrorized several states, if not the nation, for years.
The suspect, identified as Theodore Bundy, was taken into custody yesterday…
Would you look at that.
…a tip from a yet identified informant,
who gave police a very accurate and thorough…
Louise! Louise!
…of the rapist and murderer
-who authorities believe is responsible… -I helped catch that fella.
I gave the police the big break they were looking for.
No you didn't, you cocksucker. All you do is suck cocks.
-I did, Louise, God as my witness. -Cocks!
I solved the case.
I gave something back to the world.
Okay. Come on.
Enough cursing and doing the hoochie-koo, Louise, come on.
You okay, Ed?
Yeah, I'm just tired.
But I helped catch a killer today.
What… Well, congratulations.
I think I might rest my eyes a bit.
-Louise, come on. -Suck cocks!
Cocksucker! Cocks. Cocks.
Hm… Enjoy my accomplishments.
Hey! I'm Charles Manson.
Killed a whole bunch of motherfuckers.
I dig you, man. Big fan.
I think you're outta sight!
You caught Ted Bundy, fucker!
Hello Ed, I’m also Ed, Ed Kemper.
I murdered seven women, one girl.
I killed my mother with a claw hammer, and I also murdered my grandparents.
And just like you, Ed Gein,
I engaged in decapitation, dismemberment and necrophilia.
You're very much a role model for me.
Hi, Ed. Jerry Brudos here.
Uh… I only killed four women,
but I did cut off their titties and their feet.
Oh, here he is!
Do you want to squeeze them? Huh? Just kidding!
Richard Speck, I can't believe I'm finally meeting you.
Give me a hug, goddamnit.
Ed?
You have a doctor's appointment today, remember?
Doctor?
Hm...
I don't remember.
Ed, I spoke with the doctor about your tests.
Okay?
And…
He thought I should be the one to tell you,
since I'm a friend.
And…
Well, Ed, it's not good news.
No, I know already.
You do?
Yeah, Alfred Hitchcock died.
Louise clipped me some articles.
You know, Roz, I never made a penny from that movie.
And gosh darn it.
I don't think that skinny fella seemed a bit like me.
No sense of humor.
Ed, you've got lung cancer.
It's stage four,
which means it's spread to your other organs too.
You don't say.
That's why you're so sore.
The rheumatism, hard for you to walk, why you can’t put on weight,
all the sleeping you do.
And unfortunately, Ed,
it's past the point of the doctors being able to do very much about it.
And how much time do I have?
Probably just a couple of months, Ed.
Okay.
Ed.
there've been so many folks who have taken your story.
Folks who don’t understand you the way I do.
Taken your story and twisted it.
Used it for their own devices.
Added things that weren't real.
Taken out things that… were horrible.
So I think you ought to think about telling your own story.
Sitting down and spending these last couple of months
writing it yourself.
Setting the record straight.
I think enough people have told my story.
Don't you think?
They seem to know it better than me.
I'll be with you…
Ed?
You've got a visitor.
I'll come and stay
I read about you in the paper.
That the sun shines on today
Why did you never write to me?
It would have been nice to have a person care about me.
Instead of all those killer guys.
I could have used a friend.
But you never did.
You never phoned either.
You told the newspapers that you barely knew me.
And that we'd just talked a few times.
Once went roller skating together.
After a while, I started to think…
maybe I was just confused.
And that I'd made it all up.
Do you know how much that hurt inside?
Thinking that you weren't real.
It was very confusing to someone like me.
I'm sick too, Eddie.
Not with cancer like you.
But in the head like you.
That's what every doctor is saying.
I have these episodes.
Mania, they call it.
And then...
these deep, deep depressions for years at a time.
But you know what?
I realized that that's who I am.
The dark one.
And I can feel another episode coming, of darkness.
Reading about you is what triggered it, I think.
Could you take some medicine?
Eddie, they put poison in the medicine.
They slap a label on you, so you're this or that,
so that they can keep you on medicine that makes you sick.
Don't you see?
Look.
Last night I came to in the middle of the night.
When I woke up, I was at a desk writing this list.
Hey, what is it?
People I gotta get rid of.
I don't like thinking of you doing those things.
You can't go killing people.
It isn't who you are.
Who says it isn't?
You and me have always been the same, Eddie Gein.
Two peas in a pod.
You and me.
I think maybe we were one and the same.
I'm gonna go now, Adeline.
I sure do love you.
I want my MTV!
Turn that garbage off.
That MTV will rot your brain, Ed.
Hm.
Prove yourself
You are the move you make
Take your chances, win or lose her
See yourself
You are the steps you take
You and you, and that's the only way
Shake, shake yourself
You're every move you make
So the story goes
Owner of a lonely heart
Much better than a Owner of a broken heart
Owner of a lonely heart
Say, you don't want to chance it
You've been hurt so before
Watch it now
I hope to burn in hell with you one day.
…dancin' one and only
You, lose yourself No not for pity's sake
You're a truly special human. Love you. Thank you.
-You're the best. -Thank you!
-Love you, pal. -Put it away for me!
-You're a truly special human. -Sleep easy, you fucker.
You've got to want to succeed
I knew you'd make it, Ed.
Owner of a lonely heart
Much better than a Owner of a broken heart
Owner of a lonely heart
After my own indecision They confused me so
Owner of a lonely heart
In the end you've got to go
Look before you leap And don't you hesitate at all, no no
You finally came.
Oh, of course I did. I thought you'd be happy.
I am.
You sure did make something of yourself, didn't you?
All those motion pictures they made about you,
and all those killers who thought you were just the bee's knees.
In the end, you actually accomplished something.
You changed the whole world.
The only one I ever wanted to impress was you.
Eddie, stop! Eddie!
Eddie.
You really made a name for us Geins,
and I couldn't be more proud.
Couldn't be more proud.
I think it's time.
You go to your rest now, darling boy.
Rest.
Hey, man! Help me with this rope!
Let's fucking do this.
Fuck this guy. He gets what he deserves.
Adam, take a shit on his mother's grave!
Let's go!
-All right, let's go! -Come on, let's go!
Hit the gas!
Gun it!
Let's go, let's go!
Wait up, guys.
Guys, there's somebody over there.
Somebody's watching us.
Are you... you doing alright?
We were just playing around.
I'd fuck me.
I'd fuck me so hard.
What the fuck?
Let's get the fuck out of here! Go! We gotta go!
Only a mother could love you.