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[Ed] I am an American and I killed Americans.
I am a human being and I killed human beings
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and I did it in my society.
[birds cawing]
♪ ♪
[typewriter keys clacking]
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
["Time Lonesome" by Zephyr plays]
♪ ♪
[humming tune]
[ominous music]
Edmund! Edmund!
How about a little help out here?
- Edmund? - [gunshot]
[grunts]
♪ ♪
Hey, Ma. I hope you're happy now.
Because I've gone and just killed them both.
I killed grandma and grandpa.
[typewriter keys clacking]
Edmund.
I should think that you'd be beside yourself with excitement.
Here, you float daydreaming.
I was just thinking.
You're going to have to refrain from that
when you're in a conversation with people.
It can be very unnerving.
Okay, you're right. Sorry.
It's neither here nor there any longer.
Your chariot awaits you, my boy.
Now, then...
just remember all the things that we've talked about
and you're going to be fine.
You're going to be just fine.
And if you happen to find yourself
in an awkward situation,
please phone me.
Oh, I won't. I mean, I will, Doctor.
I'll call. I mean...
I catch you drift, son.
You came here a boy.
You're leaving a man.
♪ ♪
A man?
Yes.
You're going to find a world outside that has moved forward.
The worst thing that you can do is try to catch up to it.
You've got to get your debt.
You don't owe the world anything.
You understand?
Sure, Doctor.
Good luck, Edmund.
[sighs]
♪ ♪
Oh, Edmund...
one more thing.
For the sake of all the hard work that we've done,
please, stay away from your mother.
[Nixon speech on TV]
...the overriding issues of war and peace,
unless they know the truth about that policy.
Hey, Ma.
You put on weight.
...to answer some of the questions that I know...
Nothing to do in that place, except eat.
What about getting your mind fixed?
Yeah, and that.
...how has this administration...
Are you hungry? There is beer in the fridge.
What has really happened in the negotiations...
Actually, I need to use the can.
Oh. It's just over there.
Guest room is next to it.
What are the prospects of peace?
- That's where you sleep. - Now, let me begin...
You get hungry? Kitchen is through there.
When I was inaugurated...
Don't expect me to fix you anything.
The war had been going on for four years.
31,000 Americans had been killed in action.
The training program...
My bedroom has a bathroom, but it's off limits to you.
Got it? Mm.
540,000 Americans were in Vietnam
with no plans to reduce the number.
No progress...
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
The war was causing deep division at home
and criticism from many of our friends
as well as our enemies abroad.
In view of these circumstances there were some
who urged that I end the war at once...
You probably noticed there's no toilet paper.
You've got to go number two then.
From a political standpoint, this would
have been a popular and easy course to follow.
After all...
Well, Pilgrim, I reckon we got us some rough trail ahead.
Uh-huh.
[toilet flushing]
Hallelujah.
Boy learned to wash his paws in the joint.
Yeah, if only I had a towel to dry him.
End of the hall in the cabinet, genius.
Oh, listen, I made plans for tonight.
So, I'm sure you'd probably have to stay here,
you know, get settled.
Yeah. First night after five years of lockdown,
why would I want to do anything special?
It's not my fault,
you getting let out on Saturday and all.
Right. I should have gotten released
on a more convenient day for you.
Wise ass.
[doorbell rings]
Shit, she's here.
Let her in. Tell her I'm getting dressed.
You're already dressed.
Don't get smart.
And don't tell her
you're in that goddamn nuthouse. Just, uh...
I told people you were just staying with your grandparents.
Symbolically, I guess you could say I was.
Just don't embarrass me in front of people.
Hi, is Clarnell here?
She... told me to tell you she's getting dressed.
Oh. Ah... Well, may I come in?
Oh, please. Sorry.
I'm Sally.
Oh, I'm Ed. Pleasure to meet you.
I know. I've heard a lot about you.
Really?
Well, she's mentioned you.
Mentioned what?
Nothing. Ready to go?
You bet.
Nice meeting you, Ed.
Oh, good to meet you too, Sally.
Christ, let's go. And you...
Don't you burn down the friggin' house, okay?
[melancholy music]
Dad?
♪ ♪
Please, don't go.
Come on. Come here.
Hey.
Soldiers don't cry, right?
Especially big ones like you. Salute?
♪ ♪
Look... [sighs] your mom and I, we just...
We can't get along anymore.
But she hates me.
No, no. She doesn't hate you.
Hell, you're special.
And one day, one day,
your mom and the whole world will know that.
You'll show them.
Remember that.
Tell your sisters...
I love them and...
and I'll call when I get settled.
I love you, son.
♪ ♪
Dad, wait!
You forgot your records.
Dad, dad.
Where do you think you're going?
Dad forgot his records.
Come here.
I'll be good, mom.
- Get down there! - Please!
Please! I'll be good, Mom.
Please!
Don't leave me alone down here!
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
Eddie.
Come on, guy. Up and kill him.
Up and at 'em. Come on, guy. Come on, get up.
Come on. No free rides around here.
Free rides?
I've been here less than 24 hours.
You tell me, smarty pants, how long is it
I should let you lie around
before you get off your fat ass and find a damn job?
More than 24 hours.
I'm up. I'm up.
I got you a present.
Really?
You don't gotta act like I said the moon
is made of green cheese.
What'd you get me?
It's a university sticker.
I get to work in the drama department with you?
No way you're dragging your lumbering self
inside where I work.
Seeing you on stage in "Death of a Salesman,"
you was Willie Lohman. That's too funny.
So what's this for, then?
It'll let you drive me on and off campus
without having to embarrass me when they ask
what the heck you're doing there.
You just said you didn't want me near your work.
No, I said inside.
Besides, I might need a ride sometime
and you're a notch above a bus.
You are buying a car.
I kinda figured I had to.
Damn right. Only people who don't have cars in California
are bums and damn hippies.
You don't have a car.
It got wrecked.
Okay, so what's your deal with hippies?
You heard about that Manson thing in LA, right?
Hippies. The lot of them.
That's kind of a generalization, isn't it?
I don't like any of it.
There's, uh...
cereal in the kitchen if you want some.
♪ ♪
[cat yowls]
Edmund! It's dinner time!
[cat yowls]
Oh, God, help me.
Edmund. Edmund, what did you do?
What the hell are you staring at?
Whose cat is that?
You just forget about that damn cat.
I just want to know who it belongs to.
Just forget about it, okay?
All right.
Geez.
Make sure you wash that.
I will.
[man on TV] Up against some of the worst drivers in the world.
I wrote my number down at work if you need it
and there's cold cuts in the fridge
if you get hungry for lunch.
Thanks, Ma.
What about that cereal bowl?
I said I'd wash it, didn't I?
Don't you get smart with me.
Say you're going to do something and then do nothing at all?
I'm curious how you know so much about me
when you haven't seen me in six years.
Don't you go blaming me for that.
It's not my fault you got put away in that damn place.
Isn't it, Mom? Isn't it?
Oh, you son of a bitch.
That's me, Ma, a real son of a bitch.
What kind of mouth is that talking that way in here?
You can't respect me or this house,
you just goddamn leave, you hear me?
You awake?
[voices on TV speaking unintelligibly]
Yeah, Ma.
You clean that pigsty yet?
[dramatic music]
[reporter] The helicopter hovers over the jungle.
In the midst of the firefight, his buddies
put Hero on the rescue chopper,
and he's pulled up 100 feet.
100 feet to a hospital bed...
I'll do it when I get home. I'm going to be late for work.
I can't believe somebody's so hard up
they're willing to pay you to work for them.
[reporter] One mine less one man...
That's... real supportive, Ma.
Clean that goddamn room!
♪ ♪
[Clarnell] Rehearsals will go long and late tonight.
The kids are as bad as you are ugly.
Don't wait up.
Ha! And I'll fix you a lunch. Enjoy.
P.S. Clean that goddamn room!
Ma?
♪ ♪
Mom?
[mellow music playing on jukebox]
♪ ♪
- You're late. - Same as she's having.
Sorry. The meeting with the Johnson boys' parents
went long.
It just bites into our time, is all.
- Forget about it. - Mm.
Here you go, sweets.
Thanks, Jazz.
[sighs]
We'll have the usual over here.
And some peanuts.
Do you know them?
[indistinct chatter]
He said that Santa Cruz was the murder capital
of the world.
Mm.
Hold on.
Sally.
Ta-da.
So do you know them?
Seen them around.
- Where? - Here.
I think they work over at the courthouse.
Don't be so paranoid.
Look, I don't need to lose my job
over accusations about us.
Relax.
So, how's the meathead?
Got a car, a job.
Where?
Highway Department.
Probably picks up trash.
That must help ease the stress.
Not really.
Seems worse, actually.
Kick him out then.
Now, look, I wish I could have
a normal relationship with the kid,
but every time I look at him, I just see his old man,
I remember the things he did as a child.
It just makes me sick.
There's something seriously wrong with him.
Looks he gives.
Hmm.
Maybe the shrinks didn't fix him after all.
Why not send him back there?
No, no, I couldn't do that.
Look, when we leave for Europe,
I'll tell him to find a place of his own,
and when you and I get back, he'll be gone.
Six weeks to find the place is plenty of time, even for him.
I mean, I feel guilty as his mother, but...
he's just not right.
Speaking of the trip...
I don't think that I can come.
What?
Sorry.
Sally, we planned this holiday for months.
I know, I know.
It's not too late for you to get your money back.
I got mine yesterday.
In full.
I'm going.
No matter what.
Clarnell.
Jazz, give me a shot of whiskey.
- Thanks. [woman] What about our peanuts?
Sorry about that. Coming right up.
[woman] Every time. Like clockwork.
[train horn sounds]
Hey, one more with your name on it, Big Ed.
Thanks.
Here you go.
[news on car radio]
Hey, leave it there.
You want to hear this shit?
Yeah, man, I got a cousin over there.
He kill any gooks?
He sent me this letter
saying he killed over 50 people so far.
He had a picture of him
holding this dude's severed head.
[man continues speaking unintelligibly on radio]
Gook's ain't people.
Well, their opinion might differ.
Mm-hmm.
I wrote him back asking him how it feels.
You could have just asked me.
So that shit be true?
I knew it!
Okay.
Why?
I wanted to see what it felt like to kill grandma.
Good for you, Big Ed.
Crazy motherfucker.
♪ ♪
Everything's going too fast.
Not fast enough.
[Clarnell] What the hell are you staring at?
What are you eating for lunch, man?
Is that egg salad?
Oh, yeah.
It doesn't smell out here in the heat, does it?
You're too crazy for me, man.
[laughs] Well, it ain't contagious.
Eddie.
Let me out, please!
Please, let me out.
Fuck your mother's ass.
[sinister laugh]
Help!
[knocking]
Susan, help me!
Eddie?
Should I let him out?
[continues banging door]
- Please, mom! I'll be good! - Shut up!
Oh, you useless little shit! Stop it!
Let me out!
There's something down here. Let me out!
♪ ♪
[woman on TV] I know so little, I...
I didn't know it could happen to one and not the other.
I thought it always happened to both.
♪ ♪
That isn't it.
[door unlocking]
- Well, I... - So you do feel...?
Look, Penny...
I'm not that kind of guy who does things suddenly.
Another goddamn Western.
Don't you get tired of watching these things?
Get tired of the Duke? No way.
Grab your ma a beer, guy.
Why are you like watching him so much?
A lot of guys like the Duke.
Most guys got no reason to be made to feel less than a man.
Look, I... I'll change the channel.
I mean, John Wayne's like
the definition of manhood. That's hardly you.
Just lay off, would you?
I mean, it's got to make you feel bad
watching a man like that,
doing manly things.
How do you feel knowing a man like that
wouldn't give you the time of day?
[Penny] Could you ride past my schoolhouse with me?
'Cause a lot of boys will not believe
that I know Quirt Evans.
What did you say?
[Penny] Oh, gosh. Everybody says
you're the fastest man in the territory.
You already went through three husbands
you couldn't keep.
What makes you think he'd be interested in you?
[sighs] You miserable little...
They all left because of you.
[laughter]
You didn't even meet the last fella
until after I was sent away.
I doubt you even told him about me.
[woman on TV] I declare, Penny, I don't know...
Yeah, yeah, figures.
[man on TV] What'd you think about that?
Someday...
you're going to have to get over yourself
and accept I'm not the cause of all your problems.
Good night.
[dialog continues on TV]
You're not the cause of my problems.
You are my problems.
[door slams]
Yeah, run away.
Don't see your precious Duke running away from a woman.
♪ ♪
[Penny] Surely you can walk to the barn without that.
[Quirt] What? [Penny] The gun.
[woman on TV commercial] Debbie, leave the baby alone.
You're not coming home for dinner?
[girl] Okay.
♪ ♪
[woman] Billy, put down those matches.
[man] Nervine is a simple mild relaxer
for simple nervous tension.
It won't put you in another world.
It'll just make it easier for you to function in this one.
["National Anthem" playing on TV]
♪ ♪
[pounding on door]
Open this door, Duke!
Open this goddamn door!
Open this door, Duke!
Open this goddamn door!
I want to show you something.
Show you why he'd give me the time of day.
He'd fuck me.
Fuck me hard.
While a pansy like you and your daddy
yank yer tiny puds.
He would fuck me!
Fuck me hard!
Should have seen me in "Streetcar"...
Deliberate cruelty is unforgivable,
and it's the one thing I have never, ever been guilty of.
Open this fucking door!
[screams]
You excited?
I am so excited.
Oh, my gosh.
I need a party. I need a weekend off school.
I'm nervous to see him.
- Really? Why? - Yeah.
I'm just nervous. I don't know.
Hmm. You're going to have so much fun.
- Yeah? - I promise.
- Yeah. - Okay.
Just like try to be cool when we get there.
Yeah. Okay.
You know, I swear to God, though, it gives me a complex.
Like how anytime, whenever we go out somewhere,
you always tell me how I gotta be cool.
What? Do not.
Do too.
It's like every time when we go out anywhere,
it's like you're afraid
I'm going to embarrass you or something.
You are totally stoned.
I think you use it as your own little coping device.
Like you set me up to be a square,
and you get to come off and be the bomb.
- [sighs] - See?
You're wrong.
You're genuinely square.
- Whatever. - [gasps]
["Time Lonesome" by Zephyr plays]
How about a ride?
Where are you guys headed?
Stanford. See our boyfriends.
Stanford, huh? It's a little out of my way.
Well, as far as you can take us, we really appreciate it.
Yes, thanks a lot, mister.
♪ ♪
Hey, what's with the plastic?
For my work.
What do you do?
Well, I like to drive.
♪ ♪
Oh, uh, the Department of Highways. I'm a flag man.
You know, one of those dudes who controls traffic.
That's cool. You get to work outside.
It's all right.
You know, I don't mean to be a pain,
but are you sure this is the right way?
It'll never last, will it?
♪ ♪
I'm sorry?
We were having such a nice time.
You can just, uh, let us out here.
♪ ♪
[whistles]
Seriously, here is fine.
Mister, you're freaking us out.
Just pull over. We really... We can get out here.
Would you please...? Please, right here is fine.
Please, mister, stop.
Here is fine.
Just pull over. We really... We can get out here.
Please, man, just stop.
[whistles]
[sobs]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[screams, whimpers]
Goddamn! Bitch, shut the fuck up
or I'm gonna shoot you in the face!
You two behave and before you know it,
this will all be over.
What do you want with us?
You know what I want.
[both moan, sob]
When he opens the door...
Shut up.
Okay.
Get out.
Try anything,
I'll blow your friend's tits off.
You'll be okay. It's gonna be okay.
You wait here.
[both whimper]
Come on. Come on.
Get in.
We won't tell anything to anybody.
I'll shoot you and your friend in the gut
and leave you here to bleed to death slowly.
Now get in!
[hyperventilating]
Watch your head.
Please!
[sobbing]
Get in the back seat!
Uh...
Lie down.
♪ ♪
Turn on your stomach.
[cries]
Leave her alone, you asshole!
Mister, you're hurting me.
[cries]
No! No!
[screams]
[grunts]
[screams]
[gunshot]
["I Am Not Surprised" by Zephyr plays]
♪ ♪
What are you looking at?
Mom, what are you doing here?
I took a cab home seeing you weren't there
to pick me up like you promised.
Numbnuts.
But that was today.
What are those?
- Just some pictures. - Of what?
Just me and some friends.
You've got friends?
How was your trip?
Like you care.
Yeah, that's why I asked.
You really are a damn ninny.
I don't know why I bother.
Grab my other suitcase. I need a beer.
If you have a trunk at all.
And why didn't you answer the telephone?
Christ, I let it ring a hundred times.
You owe me five for the damn cab.
Shit for brains.
[dramatic music]
Welcome home, Ma.
Oh, you big jerk.
Why'd you pretend you didn't remember?
I guess I was afraid.
If you thought I did something nice,
you'd have a heart attack.
Here's a fin for the cab.
Oh, you big oaf.
Oh, that's not all.
I made us reservations for dinner.
Oh, no can do kiddo.
I made plans with Sally.
She said she's gonna make it up to me
for not coming on the trip.
Give me a rain check. Okay?
Sure.
I'm gonna take a soak.
Don't forget my suitcase.
♪ ♪
[cries]
[dramatic music on TV]
♪ ♪
[woman screams]
♪ ♪
I told you to let me die.
♪ ♪
[beep]
[upbeat song playing]
Security hassle you?
No. Didn't even see them.
Good.
Fuck you, narc.
Hey, make love not war, you capitalist pig.
Yeah, man, suck it.
[woman] What, you're leaving?
Stinkin' hippies.
I hope they get drafted and shot over there.
Hope in one hand, shit in the other,
see which fills up first.
That's classy.
Yep, wishing death is?
Wise ass.
["House of the Rising Sun" plays]
♪ ♪
♪ There is a house in New Orleans ♪
♪ They call the Rising Sun ♪
♪ And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy ♪
♪ And, God, I know I'm one ♪
♪ ♪
♪ My mother was a tailor ♪
♪ She sewed my new blue jeans ♪
- Hey, there! - What?
Sorry.
[lowers volume]
Kinda out here all by yourself, aren't you?
I had to transfer, but the stupid bus is late.
You know what? I don't want to scare you or anything,
but, you know, some pretty horrible things
have been happening.
Young girls getting themselves killed?
Yeah, I know, it's kind of all over the news,
but I gotta get into the city.
Look, I got some place I gotta be,
but I don't like the idea of leaving you out here like this.
There's another bus stop, like a couple miles away from here.
It's in front of gas station.
At least I won't be in the middle of nowhere.
Well, sounds perfect. Hop in.
We all gotta work together to keep safe.
I'm Ed, by the way.
[turns volume on]
[song fades]
[car springs creak]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
♪ ♪
[muffled cries]
[Clarnell] You've got friends. [chuckles]
There's a roll of medical tape in my glove compartment.
Hand it to me.
[insects buzzing]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Who's nervous now?
My mouth's not that big.
Move your jaw. See if you can loosen it.
Good.
Hop in the backseat.
♪ ♪
Damn it.
You left them in the car.
♪ ♪
[muffled cries]
♪ ♪
[grunting]
♪ ♪
[Clarnell] John Wayne is like the definition of manhood.
That's hardly you.
[grunts]
♪ ♪
[man speaking on TV]
God, can you believe I wore that?
Yeah. Who shot the couch?
Well, if you would've come along.
I don't want to hear about that.
Just want to know your reason, is all.
Drop it, Clara. Water under the bridge.
So, did you get any dick over there?
Guys are shit.
Hmm. Gals can be shit too.
Hmm. Don't I know it?
Average woman didn't have to deal with a no-count man,
she'd be a goddamn president.
That's an awful lot of presidents.
- You know what I mean. - Hmm.
Hey, why don't we go into your bedroom?
In case you haven't noticed, I still have
my goddamn worthless son living here.
Next time you're tossing innuendos around,
maybe you'll realize that little microscope you use
to judge everyone else.
If it were turned back on you, it would be twice as ugly.
What the hell are you talking about?
I wasn't making innuendos.
I just thought we should move the party
to your room before he gets home.
Oh, so now I need to walk on eggshells at my own house?
I am not playing your game this time.
What goddamn game?
Not again.
You blew off our vacation.
Left me alone over there.
You get drunk. You get hateful. You pick a fight.
I am not playing this time.
Fuck you, I get hateful.
Don't you turn your back.
- [ominous music] - Oh!
Eddie. You scared me.
Sorry, Miss Hallett. I wasn't paying attention.
Please, I told you a hundred times. Call me Sally.
Right. I'm sorry.
Your mother's in another one of her damn moods.
She's been in one of her moods for 15 years.
Take my advice.
Grab a beer, go to your room, shut the door,
and ride out the storm.
I'll try.
Oh, hey, your trunk is open.
Oh, thanks. I'll get it.
It won't close like that.
You have to lift it up first.
Jesus, Eddie.
Sorry.
You could have hurt me.
Sorry. Sorry. Forgive me.
Okay.
I'm gonna go home and get some sleep.
I've had enough of this craziness for one night.
♪ ♪
Keep going.
Well, well, well. The prodigal bum returns.
See you ran off Sally.
She's got a smart tongue.
She does, huh?
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Nothing, Ma.
The hell it was nothing. You were insinuating something.
No, Ma, I really wasn't. I just... want to take a shower.
How can you need a shower?
God knows you didn't do any damn work today.
I raped and murdered a girl today.
I got her stink all over me. You smell it?
That's...
How can you possibly think that's funny?
[gunshot]
So then, I shot her.
Edmund, what happened next?
You know, she, um...
died.
Grandma?
Grandma!
Excuse the interruption, Mr. Kemper, but...
you make the killing of your grandmother accidental.
Well, it's not like I did it on purpose.
Well, then how might you explain the stab wounds?
I was...
You know, I panicked.
I, you know, wasn't exactly thinking
logically at that point.
I had a sort of vague idea
that maybe I could make it look like some wacko
had broken in and killed her, and then, you know,
I wouldn't have to explain to Grandpa what had happened.
Edmund!
Edmund! How 'bout a little help out here!
- Edmund? - [gunshot]
[winces]
♪ ♪
That's how that happened.
It occurs to me, Edmund, that you relate
the details of your grandparent's killing
almost passively, as...
as if you were merely a spectator.
During our time together, I told Edmund
that focusing on the past was counterproductive,
that it would be better for him
to concentrate on the here and now.
Mr. Kemper, I'm sure you must understand
this board is charged
with the responsibility of judging your mental fitness.
To adequately do so...
[distorted voice] ...without speculating
on the therapeutic validity of...
[continues speaking unintelligibly]
♪ ♪
There's a lot of fooling around
nonsense have to go with it.
I'm not going to stand for a lot of dressed up
and jabber up people looking at me,
just 'cause I'm getting married.
♪ ♪
Mr. Kemper.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
I remember a moment,
as a child, where I saw...
my m-mother smiling upon me,
a joyous smile.
Smile.
One that I've never seen again.
We're all the sum total of our experiences, and...
though it's unhealthy to dwell in the past,
nor is it healthy to deny it, to grow and develop.
As human beings,
we must embrace and study what we've done.
The only way to truly know ourselves
is to know what we've done.
Hmm.
♪ ♪
[woman] This concludes the final psychiatric
re-evaluation of Mr. Edmund Kemper.
The progress he has made since release,
and the remarkable clarity and perception
with which he views his crimes.
It is the opinion of this board that Edmund Kemper III
be deemed mentally fit and healthy,
not a threat to society, and accorded the freedom
and independence that follows.
It is our recommendation his juvenile records be sealed
so that Mr. Kemper may be afforded
the fresh start he so obviously deserves.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Hey, where you headed?
Cabrillo, I got class at community college.
♪ ♪
Class, huh?
Professor been on my ass.
Don't you pay attention to the news?
You mean the shit that's happening in Vietnam?
I don't know, man. Just need a ride.
- No, the Co-Ed killer. - What?
[tires screech]
Please, no.
God. [screams]
[gunshot]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Clarnell,
you can tell me anything. I'm here for you.
I'm worried about Edmund.
Your son?
Yes.
It's something he said the other night,
along with what the newspapers have said about those girls.
Nothing said between us and God leaves his house.
That he... raped a woman and needed to shower
her smell off of himself.
I see.
And I think he was joking, but...
with what's been happening
and his past, I'm worried.
His past should not taint your opinion of him.
Those words are unsettling.
You wouldn't want to jump to conclusions
that may put an innocent boy back behind bars.
I know. I just...
I just wanted to get it off my chest and...
and see if there's an alternative.
The fact that you opened your heart
and home to the boy
after his unspeakable act
is truly commendable.
And I feel, if you were to speak with him...
Hmm. That's difficult, Father.
See, it's hard for me to communicate with him.
As soon as I try,
horrible things come at me.
Things I'm ashamed to say, especially to my own son.
Oh.
Perhaps you should bring him here,
so that we may discuss this together.
Sort of neutral territory.
Thank you, Father. I'll try that.
I want to be a good mother.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
♪ ...so much whiter since you came my way ♪
♪ Colors are brighter... ♪
[camera clicks]
♪ So I sing what I say ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I've been lonely ♪
♪ I've been waiting ♪
♪ I'm looking for someone ♪
♪ Someone like you ♪
- Hi. - Hey! Thanks for the lift.
Where you headed?
Downtown.
Oh, me too.
Oh.
Wait...
You two aren't together?
Nope. I'm hitching just like you.
[war protestors yelling]
♪ I've been hungry ♪
♪ I've been cold ♪
[music stops abruptly]
- Hello, sir. - Is there a problem, officer?
Because of the war protests and recent homicides,
I'm making sure everyone on campus
is supposed to be here.
Oh, I totally understand.
That's why I got the sticker on the back
for when I pick up my sisters.
[protestors yelling]
Please, back up.
- You did say, sisters? - Correct.
Great. Have a nice day, ladies.
Gentleman, have a nice day.
[song continues indistinctly]
[crowd cheering]
Knock it off! Knock it off!
[crowd cheering]
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
Shit, would you look at that pig?
What? Where?
[gunshot]
[screams]
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
[gunshot]
Please, don't! [whimpers]
[gunshot]
[screams]
[gunshot]
Oh, my God! Please, stop!
- Stop, stop, stop, stop! - [gunshot]
[dramatic music]
[screams]
♪ ♪
[music swells]
♪ ♪
[sawing]
♪ ♪
[song playing on phonograph]
♪ ♪
[bed springs creaking]
Edmund?
[bed springs continue creaking]
Edmund?
I'm gonna get that boy a piece of my damn mind.
♪ ♪
[knocking]
Edmund!
Edmund, open this damn door!
Edmund!
What the hell, Ma?
What the hell yourself?
What are you doing in there?
Sleeping.
What the shit did I hear before?
♪ ♪
Me crying in my sleep, I guess.
♪ ♪
Good morning, Ma.
No wonder you can't get a woman.
That's the way you greet her in the morning.
It's not the morning so much.
It's more what happens the night before. [chuckles]
Oh! Like mud!
Men like their coffee strong.
Call me a big girl and pass me the milk.
[chuckles]
You're just gonna have to deal with it, you big girl.
What's so funny?
Okay, okay, okay, what? What's so funny?
It's your underwear, son of mine.
My underwear?
It's got a winking eye, you naughty boy.
[laughs]
Wow.
All those warnings growing up
about needing to keep them clean,
I guess I needed to keep them whole.
Can't blame this one on me, sonny boy.
So I gotta drink this mud without milk?
We can pick up milk after church.
Church?
Yes.
What for?
Father Artis wants to speak with us.
Do it, Eddie.
What's wrong?
Oh. N-nothing. Just... sweaty palms, is all.
Look, we can, uh...
pick up some milk on the way back, okay?
Speak with us about what?
Our... Our relationship.
What relationship?
Exactly.
And about what you said the other day.
That was just a joke to--to get you off my back.
No. Joke or not, I...
I--I can't today.
Maybe tomorrow...
Ma?
[birds chirping]
[dramatic music]
[Father Artis] My cup runneth over.
Surely, goodness and mercy
shall follow me all the days of my life.
[organ music playing]
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Amen.
Edmund!
♪ ♪
[voices echoing]
[discordant music]
♪ ♪
[John Wayne] Haven't you got some real important business
to attend to...
someplace else?
Why don't you kick up that horse and move on?
[voices swirl]
[Clarnell] Kids are as bad as you are ugly.
No!
[John Wayne speaking indistinctly]
[screams]
[announcer] Fastest gun in the house.
You know, among other things,
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iron tablets every day.
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By the time he's 12,
you'll find you've built yourself a pretty good kid.
[dramatic music]
[waves splashing]
There is love. There is loss.
I've known one of them.
♪ ♪
[Peter Burns] Connection with death does not involve
the cutting up of the victims.
And this, apparently, was the grisly pattern
set in the death of the girl whose body parts were found
scattered from here in Santa Cruz to Big Sur.
And an even more horrible possibility has come to light
with the findings of the two girls in Castro Valley.
All the blood was pumped from their bodies,
indicating that they may have been
butchered while they were still alive.
Peter Burns, Eyewitness News, Santa Cruz.
When did you stop hitchhiking?
[girl] Well, about a week ago.
And that's about last Monday, because that's when the report
came out that the girls were missing.
[Peter] Did you do much hitchhiking before that?
[girl] Well, I went down to town a lot.
Not very much back up. I'd always take the bus.
Because I thought it was safe on campus.
[Peter] Do you ever have a bad experience?
[girl] No.
[Peter] Cameron Smith, a UC Santa Cruz student,
has organized the rape hotline.
[Edmund] Come on, ma.
I raped and murdered a girl today.
I got her stink all over me. You smell it?
[girl on TV] And then they'll say,
I've been assaulted or I've been raped.
And they will say, "Well, do you want to talk?"
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[objects clattering]
["At This Very Moment" plays]
♪ ♪
♪ At this very moment ♪
[gasps]
YOUNG ED: Mommy! Mommy!
♪ ♪
[whistles]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[music slows]
♪ ♪
[discordant music]
♪ ♪
Ma, hat the hell are you doing in here?
I--I was just looking around.
In my room?
Well, it's my house.
No, no.
Let go of me, you big bastard.
You're my mother. We both know who my dad is,
so let's not have any of that crap.
After all I have given you...
Are you serious?
Fear and hate?
Locking me away in the basement,
pounding into my head the idea I'm less,
constantly telling me nobody wants to be my friend?
Telling me during my worst moments...
Telling me I'm not good enough.
For all those pretty co-eds you talk to on a daily basis,
like I'm some cancerous tumor to be hidden away.
That what you're talking about, Ma?
'Cause if that's what you're talking about,
that makes me weep for the country's children.
That's unfair.
Unfair is being born to a mother who never wanted you.
Unfair is being treated as an unwanted nuisance.
Unfair is when your mother treats your scabbed knee
like it's something you've done to ruin her fucking day!
I wasn't the best mother.
But I've never done anything but good to you.
Good is for other people.
Ma, you're supposed to treat your own son better than good.
Hell, if you treated me half as good
as you did Allyn and Susan...
I never knew... that I made you feel that way.
I just thought we couldn't talk, is all.
And as for Allyn and Susan...
I have the same love for you all inside.
Love.
First time I've heard that word spill out of your lips.
My whole life,
you've been caught up in your own shit.
I guess I do that, don't I?
All I want...
is for you to be proud of me.
Oh, Edmund.
Oh, Edmund...
What's proud?
[dramatic music]
Good God, turn me loose.
You want me to be proud?
Proud of what?
Your only accomplishment in life
is getting turned loose from that goddamn booby hatch.
I ought to go back.
I must be crazy buying... you having a maternal moment.
♪ ♪
You're scaring me.
Yeah, you ought to go back.
It's the only place you aren't the biggest loser in the room.
Hell with this. I'm going for a drive.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[Edmund] I missed you more than words can say.
I know we have our ups and downs,
but I love you with all my heart.
Your son, Guy.
♪ ♪
[sobs]
♪ ♪
I'm sorry, Guy.
I'm so sorry.
♪ ♪
[indistinct voices]
[screams]
[film projector whirs]
Do it. Do it, Eddie.
What have you done?
It's not natural.
Do it, Eddie. Stick your cock in her mouth.
Pull it out and stick it in her ass.
Stab her in the pussy.
Go ahead, Eddie. Do it.
Fuck her face.
Fuck her mouth. Kill her.
[maniacal laugh]
[music swells]
♪ ♪
[Clarnell] Run away!
Run away, little boy, like your goddamn father!
♪ ♪
[sobs]
[tapping on the window]
No, it... It's okay. I--I'm okay.
[John Wayne] Pilgrim, I don't reckon
there's a single little thing okay with a grown man crying.
Duke.
Son, I reckon it's time.
- Time? [John Wayne] To shit
or exit the outhouse.
You've been building up to something,
and I reckon we both know what it is.
It's time to get on outta here and get it done.
♪ ♪
[soft music]
[motor starts]
♪ ♪
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
Edmund?
[gasps]
♪ ♪
[hammer clanks on the floor]
♪ ♪
It's over.
[music swells]
[garbage disposal whirring]
[Clarnell] Something else you screwed up, huh, George?
Just like your goddamn father.
If you're referring to "Of Mice and Men",
I would be Lenny, Ma.
I know, you dumb moose.
I played Mae on the fucking stage with Lon Chaney Jr.
But seeing I'm a severed head now, pardon the confusion.
Ugh!
[garbage disposal grinding]
This oughta shut you up for good.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
You pervert.
I'm going to make you smile, Mammy.
♪ ♪
[phonograph starts]
♪ ♪
[car starts]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[dog barking in the distance]
[birds chirping]
♪ ♪
Clarnell?
♪ ♪
Eddie.
Where are you?
Happy Easter.
♪ ♪
Oh, my God.
[screams]
[bones crack]
♪ ♪
[Clarnell] I didn't deserve this. [screams]
[reporter] ...severing a human head.
Two of them... [continues indistinctly]
[reporter] He cut off their heads.
[reporters crosstalk]
[screeches]
[brakes skid]
30 seconds of hell in the sack with you
and your tiny pud, big man.
[screams]
[traffic noises]
[car starting]
[phone rings]
Hello, Santa Cruz Police Department.
Malone speaking.
Hello?
Anybody there?
[phone dialing]
[line trilling]
[phone rings]
Santa Cruz Police Department.
She's dead.
I--I killed her.
[Malone] Hello?
Hello?
Ah...
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
[phone rings]
Santa Cruz Police Department.
Look, if you're playing a game, it is--
This is Edmund Kemper. Don't hang up.
Look, send somebody out here now.
I killed her and them co-eds.
I'll give you the number here and wait.
[Malone] Okay, hold on. What's the number?
Pueblo, I think.
Colorado?
Yeah, Colorado.
Okay, just stay there and wait, okay?
I'll wait here.
♪ ♪
I'm all finished now.
[gentle piano music]
♪ ♪
[Malone] Are you still there?
I need to put a trace on line three right now.
Hello. Ed, can you hear me?
[Edmund] And that's how that happened.
You don't seem particularly remorseful.
What's that?
I can say I'm sorry, and I suppose I am,
but what does that mean?
Sorrow.
For the people you caused harm.
Harm?
I fucking slaughtered people.
The only people I ever harmed were maybe
friends and loved ones.
Well, then you do recognize that you've caused pain.
Of course I caused pain.
Pain was my currency.
The point I'm trying to make is
maybe I'm not enough of a hypocrite to try
and alleviate my own guilt
saying, "Remorse this, and I'm sorry that."
I mean, you know.
I know who I am.
I certainly know what I'm capable of.
[indistinct chatter outside]
Okay.
I guess that's it.
Thank you, Ed.
I mean, I appreciate your time.
Relax.
They're changing the shift.
They're feeding the guys in the secure area.
It might be 15, 20 minutes before they come and get you.
You know...
If I went apeshit in here,
you'd be in a lot of trouble, wouldn't you?
I could screw off your head and place it
on the table to greet the guard.
And there's not a damn thing you can do about it.
Ed.
You don't think I came in here
without some method of defending myself, do you?
Don't shit me, Ressler.
They wouldn't let you up here if you had any weapons on you.
What have you got, then?
I'm not about to tell you what I may or may not have.
What is it, a poison pen?
Maybe.
But those aren't the only weapons one might have.
[clicks pen]
[metal scrapes across floor]
Karate.
Got your black belt?
You think you can take me?
Ed.
You're a smart guy.
If you were to do anything to me,
you'd be in a lot of trouble.
What are they going to do,
take away my television privileges?
Nothing compared to the delectable memory
popping your head like a grape might provide.
- Agent Ressler? - Yep.
- Thank you. - Thanks.
You know I was just kidding, don't you?
Yeah.
Sure, Ed.
Bye now.
Don't forget me.
[dramatic music]
[maniacal laugh]
♪ ♪
[buzzing]
Good night.