Ed Kemper (2025)

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I am an American

and I k*lled Americans.

I am a human being

and I k*lled human beings

and I did it in my society.

Edmund! Edmund!

How about a little help

out here?

Edmund?

Hey, Ma.

I hope you're happy now.

Because I've gone

and just k*lled them both.

I k*lled grandma and grandpa.

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.

Oh, Edmund...

one more thing.

For the sake of all the hard

work that we've done,

please, stay away

from your mother.

...the overriding issues

of w*r 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 w*r had been going on

for four years.

31,000 Americans

had been k*lled 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...

The w*r 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 w*r

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.

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 a*s.

sh*t, 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 g*dd*mn

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?

Dad?

Please, don't go.

Come on. Come here.

Hey.

Soldiers don't cry, right?

Especially big ones like you.

Salute?

Look...

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!

Eddie.

Come on, guy. Up and k*ll 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 a*s

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.

Edmund! It's dinner time!

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.

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 b*tch.

That's me, Ma,

a real son of a b*tch.

What kind of mouth is that

talking that way in here?

You can't respect me

or this house,

you just g*dd*mn leave,

you hear me?

You awake?

Yeah, Ma.

You clean that pigsty yet?

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.

One mine less one man...

That's... real supportive, Ma.

Clean that g*dd*mn room!

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 g*dd*mn room!

Ma?

Mom?

- 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.

We'll have the usual over here.

And some peanuts.

Do you know them?

He said that Santa Cruz

was the m*rder capital

of the world.

Mm.

Hold on.

Sally.

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.

- What about our peanuts?

Sorry about that.

Coming right up.

Every time.

Like clockwork.

Hey, one more

with your name on it, Big Ed.

Thanks.

Here you go.

Hey, leave it there.

You want to hear this sh*t?

Yeah, man,

I got a cousin over there.

He k*ll any gooks?

He sent me this letter

saying he k*lled

over 50 people so far.

He had a picture of him

holding this dude's

severed head.

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 sh*t be true?

I knew it!

Okay.

Why?

I wanted to see what

it felt like to k*ll grandma.

Good for you, Big Ed.

Crazy m*therf*cker.

Everything's going too fast.

Not fast enough.

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.

Well, it ain't contagious.

Eddie.

Eddie.

Let me out, please!

Please, let me out.

f*ck your mother's a*s.

Help!

Susan, help me!

Eddie?

Should I let him out?

- Please, mom! I'll be good!

- Shut up!

Oh, you useless little sh*t!

Stop it!

Let me out!

There's something down here.

Let me out!

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.

- Well, I...

- So you do feel...?

Look, Penny...

I'm not that kind of guy

who does things suddenly.

Another g*dd*mn 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?

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?

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?

You miserable little...

They all left because of you.

You didn't even meet

the last fella

until after I was sent away.

I doubt you even

told him about me.

I declare, Penny,

I don't know...

Yeah, yeah, figures.

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.

You're not the cause

of my problems.

You are my problems.

Yeah, run away.

Don't see your precious Duke

running away from a woman.

Surely you can walk

to the barn without that.

- What?

- The g*n.

Debbie, leave the baby alone.

You're not coming home

for dinner?

Okay.

Billy, put down those matches.

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.

Open this door, Duke!

Open this g*dd*mn door!

Open this door, Duke!

Open this g*dd*mn door!

I want to show you something.

Show you why he'd give me

the time of day.

He'd f*ck me.

f*ck me hard.

While a p*nsy like you

and your daddy

yank yer tiny puds.

He would f*ck me!

f*ck 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 f*cking door!

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 b*mb.

See?

You're wrong.

You're genuinely square.

Whatever.

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.

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.

g*dd*mn! b*tch, shut the f*ck up

or I'm gonna sh**t 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.

When he opens the door...

Shut up.

Okay.

Get out.

Try anything,

I'll blow your friend's

t*ts off.

You'll be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

You wait here.

Come on.

Come on.

Get in.

We won't tell anything

to anybody.

I'll sh**t you

and your friend in the gut

and leave you here

to bleed to death slowly.

Now get in!

Watch your head.

Please!

Get in the back seat!

Uh...

Lie down.

Turn on your stomach.

Leave her alone, you as*h*le!

Mister, you're hurting me.

No! No!

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.

sh*t for brains.

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.

I told you to let me die.

Security hassle you?

No. Didn't even see them.

Good.

f*ck you, narc.

Hey, make love not w*r,

you capitalist pig.

Yeah, man, suck it.

What, you're leaving?

Stinkin' hippies.

I hope they get drafted

and shot over there.

Hope in one hand,

sh*t in the other,

see which fills up first.

That's classy.

Yep, wishing death is?

Wise a*s.

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.

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 k*lled?

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.

You've got friends.

There's a roll of medical tape

in my glove compartment.

Hand it to me.

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.

John Wayne is like

the definition of manhood.

That's hardly you.

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 d*ck

over there?

Guys are sh*t.

Hmm.

Gals can be sh*t too.

Hmm.

Don't I know it?

Average woman didn't have

to deal with a no-count man,

she'd be a g*dd*mn 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 g*dd*mn 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 g*dd*mn 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.

f*ck you, I get hateful.

Don't you turn your back.

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 r*ped and m*rder*d

a girl today.

I got her stink all over me.

You smell it?

That's...

How can you possibly think

that's funny?

So then, I shot her.

Edmund, what happened next?

You know, she, um...

died.

Grandma?

Grandma?

Grandma!

Excuse the interruption,

Mr. Kemper, but...

you make the k*lling

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 k*lled 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?

That's how that happened.

It occurs to me, Edmund,

that you relate

the details of your

grandparent's k*lling

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...

...without speculating

on the therapeutic

validity of...

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.

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.

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.

Hey, where you headed?

Cabrillo, I got class

at community college.

Class, huh?

Professor been on my a*s.

Don't you pay attention

to the news?

You mean the sh*t

that's happening in Vietnam?

I don't know, man.

Just need a ride.

- No, the Co-Ed k*ller.

- What?

Please, no.

God.

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... r*ped 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.

...so much whiter

since you came my way

Colors are brighter...

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.

I've been hungry

I've been cold

- Hello, sir.

- Is there a problem, officer?

Because of the w*r 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.

Please, back up.

- You did say, sisters?

- Correct.

Great. Have a nice day, ladies.

Gentleman, have a nice day.

Knock it off! Knock it off!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

sh*t, would you look

at that pig?

What? Where?

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Please, don't!

Oh, my God! Please, stop!

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Edmund?

Edmund?

I'm gonna get that boy

a piece of my damn mind.

Edmund!

Edmund, open this damn door!

Edmund!

What the hell, Ma?

What the hell yourself?

What are you doing in there?

Sleeping.

What the sh*t 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.

Oh! Like mud!

Men like their coffee strong.

Call me a big girl

and pass me the milk.

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.

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?

My cup runneth over.

Surely, goodness and mercy

shall follow me

all the days of my life.

And I will dwell in the house

of the Lord forever.

Amen.

Edmund!

Haven't you got

some real important business

to attend to...

someplace else?

Why don't you kick up that horse

and move on?

Kids are as bad

as you are ugly.

No!

Fastest g*n in the house.

You know, among other things,

a kid needs a lot of iron

to come out right.

When he's three, he needs

as much as a full grown man.

At six, 20% more.

Now, if you're not sure

he's getting enough iron

from the food he eats,

you can always give him one

of these Chocks Plus

iron tablets every day.

They're cherry-flavored.

By the time he's 12,

you'll find you've built

yourself a pretty good kid.

There is love. There is loss.

I've known one of them.

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?

Well, about a week ago.

And that's about last Monday,

because that's when the report

came out that

the girls were missing.

Did you do much

hitchhiking before that?

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.

Do you ever have

a bad experience?

No.

Cameron Smith,

a UC Santa Cruz student,

has organized the r*pe hotline.

Come on, ma.

I r*ped and m*rder*d

a girl today.

I got her stink all over me.

You smell it?

And then they'll say,

I've been assaulted

or I've been r*ped.

And they will say,

"Well, do you want to talk?"

At this very moment

Mommy! Mommy!

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 b*stard.

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 f*cking 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 sh*t.

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?

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 g*dd*mn 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.

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.

I'm sorry, Guy.

I'm so sorry.

Do it. Do it, Eddie.

What have you done?

It's not natural.

Do it, Eddie.

Stick your c*ck in her mouth.

Pull it out and stick it

in her a*s.

Stab her in the p*ssy.

Go ahead, Eddie.

Do it.

Do it.

f*ck her face.

f*ck her mouth.

k*ll her.

Run away!

Run away, little boy,

like your g*dd*mn father!

No, it... It's okay.

I--I'm okay.

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?

- To sh*t

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.

Edmund?

It's over.

Something else you

screwed up, huh, George?

Just like your g*dd*mn 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 f*cking

stage with Lon Chaney Jr.

But seeing I'm a severed head

now, pardon the confusion.

Ugh!

This oughta shut you up

for good.

You pervert.

I'm going to make you

smile, Mammy.

Clarnell?

Eddie.

Where are you?

Happy Easter.

Oh, my God.

I didn't

deserve this.

...severing a human head.

Two of them...

He cut off their heads.

30 seconds of hell

in the sack with you

and your tiny pud, big man.

Hello,

Santa Cruz Police Department.

Malone speaking.

Hello?

Anybody there?

Santa Cruz Police Department.

She's dead.

I--I k*lled her.

Hello?

Hello?

Ah...

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 k*lled her and them co-eds.

I'll give you

the number here and wait.

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.

Are you still there?

I need to put a trace

on line three right now.

Hello.

Ed, can you hear me?

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 f*cking 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.

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 sh*t 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.

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.

Good night.