It's like meeting a movie star. Could be as anti climactic.
Crime of the Century."
Until Charles Whitman two weeks later.
I remember staring at this
wanted poster of him, trying to figure out...
if I saw him on the street, would I know he was insane?
You clip all these? Everything I could get my hands on.
Even went to my neighbors
who subscribed to newspapers outside of Milwaukee.
Holden and his first criminal crush.
I was home for the summer from college.
It really made an impact.
Nancy didn't sleep for a week when it hit the front page.
She'd just started nursing school.
It still makes the news.
We should've let that suffice as our interview.
Saved ourselves a trip out here. He lied all through it.
Why? You don't think he'll lie to us?
Wonder how Bob Greene got him to talk.
Probably by kissing his ass.
He called him a romantic figure. He's as bad as you.
You would really turn down the chance to meet Richard Speck?
He's almost up there with Manson.
Well, maybe he'll give you an autograph.
That would be inappropriate, right?
All right. Go ahead.
Deputy Warden Armstrong.
Holden Ford. This is Bill Tench.
The headshrink guys? Behavioral Science Unit.
Thanks for accommodating us.
You're the ones who painted this place pink?
The feds. You know, some psychology thing.
The color pink was supposed to keep the animals calm.
How'd that work?
I don't know.
They ate it off the bars before we could find out.
Is this the only way through? This is the way.
We prefer to come in quietly,
make it look like a civil rights investigation.
Look around, how am I supposed to hide you?
We didn't want him to be seen as a snitch, suffer reprisals.
As far as I'm concerned,
he could suffer the burning flames of hell for eternity.
Okay, but that's not what we agreed to.
God, take it easy.
We pulled him to toss his cell.
Do it twice a month.
It'll look like business as usual.
From his groupies.
How does a man who slaughtered eight women have groupies?
Hundreds of them. Keeps the whole prison stocked in smut.
Stay behind me.
You goddamn motherfucking shits!
Get off of me! I'll fuck you up.
I'll fuck you so hard,
your asshole will come out your motherfucking mouth!
Take it easy, Speck. Get your fucking mitts off of my shit!
放松 斯派克 不要拿你的脏手碰我的东西
Son of a bitch!
fuck your mama's hairy fucking asshole,
you cock sucking peckerwood!
Shit bag, motherfucking twat!
I'm gonna shit in your goddamn fucking poontang, you fuck ass...
Get off me, you cracker!
I ain't talking to the motherfucking FBI!
I wouldn't say that too loudly, if I were you.
如果我是你的话 就不会喊这么大声 fuck you in your fucking mouth.
We'd like to have a conversation, Richard.
Or what do you go by?
I'm not talking to no faggot feds.
Relax. We only want background information.
Stick your background up your fucking ass.
You're here, and we're gonna ask you a few questions.
We can make it brief,
or you can scream your head off and take all day.
You fucking turned my cell out.
How'd you like it if I looked up your fucking cracks?
I wouldn't like it at all.
Going through your cell was not our idea.
Have a seat.
We're conducting interviews
with people who've been convicted of violent crimes.
We'll be asking about family history,
antecedent behavior, and thought patterns
surrounding the crimes... fuck you, Hoover boys.
进行询问... 去死吧 联调局的小子
Our goal is to publish a statistical analysis
which will not include your name.
You better know my name. I beg your pardon?
Beg your pardon." fuck you.
"你说什么" 去死吧 "
We know your name.
Everybody knows your name.
Who else you talking to?
Like I've said,
people who've been convicted of similar violent crimes.
I'm not like them. No?
You don't think you've committed violent crimes?
I didn't say that.
How are you not like them?
Them fuckers are crazy.
Is that a bird?
Where'd you get it?
It had a broken wing.
I fed it meatloaf through an eyedropper.
Did you give it a name?
They let you keep a pet here?
As long as I suck their dicks.
It won't surprise you, Richard,
that we want to talk about July 14, 1966.
You'd been drinking since the morning, is that correct?
You'd gone a few times to the Maritime Union
to see about getting a job, but nothing had panned out.
Did this influence your state of mind?
You drank at the Shipyard's Inn Tavern until after 10:00 p.M.,
when you walked over a mile to 2319 100th Street.
Did anything about the nurse's apartment catch your eye?
Was it your intention to commit robbery
when you went to the door?
May I see your... tattoo?
I read about it. I collected these pieces on you.
The tattoo is kind of legendary.
I always wondered what it looked like.
You're gonna have to roll up my sleeve.
Well, come here, then, little boy.
You want to pet my bird, too?
Uh, no. Thanks.
You went to the nurse's apartment, knocked on the door,
one of the young women answered it.
You flashed a knife at her, pushed your way inside,
realized there were several women home.
Was it still your intention to rob them at this point?
At what point did you decide to kill them?
I'm sorry. What?
I gotta ask.
What gave you the right
to take eight ripe cunts out of the world?
Some of them looked pretty good.
You ever think you were depriving the rest of us?
Eight hot pieces of ass.
You think that's fair?
That's a fine line that separates you from me.
How the hell did you even fuck eight women the same night?
What do you eat for breakfast, gunpowder?
All right. I didn't fuck all of them.
That story got blowed all out of proportion.
I only fucked one of them. The one on the couch?
That's right. Why her?
Could've fucked all of them. Why didn't you?
They kept coming.
One after the other.
What'd you do when they came home?
I put one in the bedroom, one in the closet.
You corralled them like ponies?
That's right. Tied them up. Why'd you kill them?
没错 把她们绑起来 你为什么要杀了她们
Once I killed one, I had to kill all of them.
Why'd you kill the first?
She was crying and all, she was fucking loud.
You told Bob Greene she spit in your eye,
said she'd pick you out of a lineup.
That son of a bitch, I should've never talked to him.
Why not? He got the whole place all riled up.
I just wanted to kick back.
Do your heroin, drink your hootch?
That's right. Where do you get that stuff?
Got my sources.
Made my own still. You made a still?
Hid it in a drawer in a guards' desk.
Right under their fucking nose.
They couldn't figure out what the stink was.
Was that true about the first girl?
She spit at you?
Because they all sounded pretty timid.
All right, she got after me.
I told her to shut up.
Did she shut up? She did what I said.
Then why kill her? 'Cause I wanted to.
How'd you do her?
Is that why you stabbed the others?
It was faster? That's right.
Originally, you told them you weren't gonna kill them,
you told them you were just gonna rob them.
I guess I fucking lied.
Maybe you got overwhelmed? No.
I just decided to kill them.
Except the one.
She was a sneaky bitch.
Hid under a bed.
You know, I never did have much use for math.
And all them girls, I lost count.
And there was blood fucking everywhere.
Yep, they all looked dead to me.
They'd done nothing,
except maybe start crying when they realized this was it.
Ever wonder why you did it?
Not even curious? I don't think about it at all
until peckers like you show up.
What about when you tried to off yourself?
Don't know what you're talking about.
You attempted suicide at dawn in that motel.
I didn't do that.
Well, you slashed your wrists. fuck no!
That was a fight. What?
How I got cut. Who'd you fight?
Some river coon trying to hustle.
Just happened to be on both wrists?
I killed that motherfucker.
You killed him, too? Shit, yeah.
I didn't see that in the paper.
Because nobody gives a fuck about that.
You lost a lot of blood.
Did it hurt? I didn't feel fucking nothing.
Do you still feel nothing? That's right.
Maybe it feels good, feeling nothing. Sure.
Are you sure, when you slashed your wrists,
you didn't feel bad about those girls?
I told you, I didn't do that.
Maybe you weren't feeling bad about the girls.
Maybe you were feeling sorry for yourself.
fuck you, peckerhead!
You know why those cunts died?
Because it just wasn't their fucking night.
Well, that was fucked up.
When he started talking about feeding it through an eyedropper,
I actually felt sorry for the guy.
We really should videotape these interviews.
Audio is never gonna do it justice.
A video archive of our most violent offenders.
Imagine that for posterity.
It just wasn't their night."
You might want to consider losing the tape.
Or saying it got mangled. The recorder chewed it.
Why would I do that?
Eight ripe cunts."
I was getting him talking. That excuse is wearing thin.
Bill, don't get caught up in semantics.
I don't like the language,
and I know at least one other person who won't like it either.
Am I supposed to be cowed by Wendy? I'm just saying...
You pushed back when she reamed us about Brudos.
Because we got something worthwhile from him.
I can do this stuff.
I can choke down the bile, manufacture empathy,
when our subjects are at least informative.
You couldn't choke it down with Brudos...
Shut up, let me finish.
But someone like Speck isn't worth our time.
The fact that his death sentence was commuted
is a national disgrace.
We decided no one was beneath our contempt.
That snail didn't change your mind?
We can learn from snails. What did we learn?
That some subjects
have no idea what's behind the horrific acts they commit.
It was disgusting. I don't want to be part of it.
When did you get thin skinned? I'm trying to warn you,
your attitude is gonna bite you in the ass.
There is no dishonor in losing
at least the first three minutes of that tape.
Ladies and gentlemen, we will be arriving at Dulles momentarily.
Please make sure your seat belts are fastened.
Tray tables and seat backs
should be in their upright and locked position.
You know, Gregg...
there are some things in this interview
that were important to, uh...
But maybe best kept off the permanent record.
He admits to raping only one of the women.
We already knew that. Why does he bring it up?
He wasn't initially forthcoming.
I believe I asked him
how he managed to have sex with all those nurses.
Wait, you caught him off guard, he told the truth?
等等 你让他措手不及 说出了实情吗
I guess so. This rape was committed reflexively.
The crime scene photos indicate
that she was facedown on the couch,
so she was already depersonalized to him.
It was probably just a "What the fuck" fuck.
So he goes to the boardinghouse drunk,
looking for someone to rob.
And then he finds himself in this situation with all these women.
He corrals them and then he rapes one of them.
To prove he can? Statement of sexual competence.
Which he later exaggerates in the interview,
claiming he could have raped them all.
He was bragging the whole time.
He turned his suicide attempt into a bar fight.
Yeah, projecting machismo.
Born to Raise Hell." Yes.
"生而为魔" 是的 "
It would be interesting to know how old he was
when he got that tattoo.
Because that was the conscious decision
for him to brand himself a badass.
We didn't get much history.
The bird in the fan kind of ended things.
That moment? Vintage Speck.
You had just accused him of cowardice by attempting suicide.
And nobody born to raise hell is a coward.
The bird was just further demonstration.
I like the part where he
doesn't want to be lumped in with other subjects
because they're crazy. Again, projection of self image.
因为他们是疯子 同样的 自我形象的投射
Speck is powerful, superior, exceptional.
斯派克是强大的 卓越的 特殊的
But did we learn anything new? Anything that wasn't in our files?
He had no idea what he was going to do that night.
Every single act he committed was... spontaneous.
We knew that from the evidence.
Speck was so out of it,
the woman who answered the door
was the only one he forgot to kill.
Yeah, but to hear him say it, that's extremely valuable.
是啊 但听到他本人说出来 这非常有价值
We need terminology to distinguish a Kemper from a Speck.
One drives around with ropes, knives, plastic bags in his trunk
一个是带着绳子 刀子和塑料袋 开车闲逛
and returns to a specific hunting ground
looking for specific prey,
while the other just happens upon his victims.
Isn't that organized and disorganized?
No. Those terms describe procedure. I'm looking...
不 这些术语是用来形容过程的 我要的是...
For example, Charles Whitman is similar to Speck.
He killed 14 people in 90 minutes.
He's not a sequence killer, he's...
Whitman was on a spree.
His victims weren't selected.
Just wasn't their night. Bill?
Spree is good for Speck or Whitman.
But I think sequence killer is wrong for someone like Kemper.
It feels too cadenced. Perhaps.
It should feel like a long story. Continually updated.
A series of killings.
Serial? Serial murderer?
That's better. Let's see if it sticks.
Six more years? At least.
Another year to complete my Masters,
a year of exams to get a doctoral candidacy,
and the dissertation takes two
if you're extremely motivated, usually four.
You drink out of these? Just the one that's drying.
Store them upside down.
Anyway, I'll be 30 before I get my PhD.
That's still impressive.
Is that why I'm doing this? Who am I trying to impress?
I thought you loved this stuff. "This stuff"?
Yeah, the sociological constructs that you're always espousing.
The Goffman and the Higel... Hegal.
Hegal. I knew it.
In one ear, out the other, little Debbie's stuff.
I'm just talking generally, honestly not trying to minimize...
You perk up when I talk about something
that has to do with your work,
but the rest of the time...
I don't think you can put this on me.
You've made it clear I'm not to get between you and your...
Stuff." Maybe that's all this is.
"东西" 也许这就是根源所在 "
Maybe that's why I'm wondering
if I want to spend the rest of my fucking life...
You're just now doing the math?
Not all of us land feet first
in our ideal vocation, Mr. Ford.
You think that's me? You've found this microscopic niche
interviewing freaks, and you couldn't be better...
Hello? Mr. Ford, I have a Mrs. Wade to see you.
喂 福特先生 有一位韦德太太想见你
Who? Uh, she says...
What is this regarding, ma'am?
She's the wife of someone you had fired. Oh.
She says to remind you of someone named Roger.
If you'd like, I can call somebody.
Send her up.
What is it?
How did you find me?
It took a while.
You might not want to follow a federal agent.
There could be consequences.
You're just a kid.
What do you want?
So young to be ruining people's lives.
Mrs. Wade. I'm sure you're aware
that Roger was let go by the school district.
I was not aware.
Which means he can never again work in Prince William County.
We've been in our home for 23 years.
We have a daughter who's still in high school,
so moving is impossible.
He's been looking for work all over Virginia, Maryland, Delaware,
他跑遍了弗吉尼亚州 马里兰州 特拉华州
as a guidance counselor,
a substitute teacher.
But no one wants him near children.
And children are his life.
I am very sorry to hear that,
but I had nothing to do with your husband...
I understand you told the superintendent he could be a pedophile.
You've been misinformed.
So... you're saying that you didn't talk to anyone?
This was started by teachers.
You mean Janet Ebner?
Roger was going against the wishes of faculty and parents.
He'd been given every opportunity to... He did nothing wrong!
I don't know what to tell you.
I almost don't know him anymore.
I've never seen him so morose.