Zodiac Script

  
  
Where have you been?
I've been waiting since 7.

  
Get in. I have to find fireworks.

  
-Let me drive.
-Get in. I haven't eaten in 24 hours.

  
Are you coming or not?

  
--all next week at Ganzori Diamonds
at 1017 Fourth Street, San Rafael.

  
Open till 9 Friday.

  
It's too crowded.

  
I thought you were starving.

  
Let's go someplace quiet.

  
Okay.

  
What are we doing?

  
Sitting. Listening to music. Talking.

  
You seem weird. Is everything okay?

  
Yeah, everything's fine.

  
It's July.
How many shirts are you wearing?

  
-I'm cold.
-You're cold on the Fourth of July?

  
Fuck off and die!

  
What?

  
"Fuck off and die"?

  
Shut up.

  
Was that car at the drive-in?

  
I saw that car at Mr. Ed's.

  
-Do you want me to tell him to leave?
-Stay in the car.

  
-Was that your husband?
-No.

  
Who was that, Darlene?

  
Don't worry about it.

  
Don't tell me not to worry. Who was it?

  
It's nothing.

  
Oh, shit.

  
Let's go.

  
Now, D.

  
Get your wallet.

  
Man, you really creeped us out.

  
-Vallejo Police Department.
-I wanna report a double murder.

  
-May I have your name and--?
-If you go one mile east...

  
... on Columbus Parkway to the public
park, you'll find kids in a brown car.

  
They were shot with a 9 mm Luger.

  
I also killed those kids last year.

  
Goodbye.

  
Spit.

  
Come on, buddy.

  
I swallowed it.

  
Why?

  
It was minty.

  
You can't do that. It's not good for you.

  
Lunchbox.

  
-Why am I not going on the bus?
-Because we're late.

  
Okay, you're staying with your mom
and Aaron tonight.

  
So you don't like
having a new little brother?

  
No, not really.

  
That's honest.

  
Learn a lot.

  
There will be a test tonight.

  
With Gerrard turntable
and Pioneer speakers for $ 188.

  
Make it to Manny's before but hurry.

  
64 Renovation Street,
top of the hill at 86th.

  
Morning.

  
-Fine, how are you this morning?
-Morning.

  
-Morning.
-Morning.

  
Take it easy.

  
Reminds you the deadline
to submit applications for...

  
... the 15th annual
Junior Rock competition.

  
Applications are available at libraries
and schools throughout the Bay Area.

  
How's the coffee today, Shorty?

  
Editorial in two.

  
-Good morning, gentlemen.
-Good morning.

  
Oh, Stanton, tell Mr. Howe the
draft-board piece was damn near perfect.

  
Mr. Graysmith.

  
Horrid. Horrid.

  
Not so horrid.

  
Horrid.
I'm thinking we go with "not so horrid."

  
Paul, what's on the crime beat?

  
Janice in Datebook left the fondue party
before everyone got naked.

  
That's a crime.

  
Have you seen her? Wouldn't kid you.

  
It may be the beginning of a crime wave.

  
You need to see this.

  
Go get the publisher.

  
Christmas. Brand name of ammo:
Super-X.

  
Ten shots were fired.

  
The boy was on his back
with his feet to the car.

  
The girl...."

  
Would you read that, please?

  
"The girl was on her right side,
feet to the west.

  
Fourth of July.
One, girl was wearing patterned slacks.

  
The boy was also shot in the knee.
Brand name of ammo was Western.

  
Here is part of a cipher.

  
The other two parts of this cipher...

  
...are being mailed to the editors
of the Vallejo Times and S.F. Examiner.

  
I want you to print this cipher
on the front page of your paper.

  
In this cipher is my'idenity.'

  
If you do not print this cipher
by the afternoon of Fri.--"

  
F-R-Y. "--1st of Aug.'69,
I will go on a kill rampage Fri. night.

  
I will cruise around all weekend
killing Ione people in the night...

  
...then move on to kill again until I end up
with a dozen people over the weekend."

  
It's unsigned except for a symbol.

  
Is it me,
or does that look like a gunsight?

  
Today's August 1st. He wants
his code in the afternoon edition.

  
If the Examiner doesn't have the balls
to run it, we scoop the Bay.

  
-This is about shooting people.
-Not running this might make him.

  
If we run it, we might be setting
a dangerous precedent.

  
It's newsworthy.

  
We're giving some sick bastard a
soapbox. What does that say to people?

  
Back up. Is this Vallejo story true?
Do we know that?

  
-Paul?
-What? I cover crime in Vallejo?

  
-I cover crime in Vallejo. Ten minutes.
-Let's shoot the code and call S.F.P.D.

  
If it turns out to be real,
at least we'll have the material.

  
All right.

  
Graysmith, don't you have
that cartoon to finish?

  
Oh, yeah.

  
This is Paul Avery
from the San Francisco Chronicle.

  
I'm looking for someone to shed
some light on a letter we received.

  
-Thank you.
-Sergeant Mulanax.

  
Sergeant, Paul Avery
from the San Francisco Chronicle.

  
I wanted to check if you had an unsolved
firearm homicide on Christmas...

  
...and maybe one on July 4th?

  
Shit. You guys got one too?

  
Confirmed.
V.P.D., they confirmed the shootings.

  
AI's on the phone with the Examiner.
They got a different code.

  
So did Times-Herald. Christmas,
two teenagers on lovers'Iane.

  
Both DOA.
David Faraday and Betty Jensen.

  
July 4th, Darlene Ferrin and
Michael Mag-- I think it's "Mayhew. "

  
-Anyway, he lived, she didn't.
-The murder weapon?

  
Ballistics, everything he said
in the letters match.

  
I mean, I think the Times-Herald's
gonna go with it.

  
The Examiner's going,
but won't go front page.

  
I say let's go front page.

  
If he kills 12 people, it's not our fault.

  
Robert.

  
We need the cartoon.

  
-You're not finished?
-No, I'm finished, Carol. I'm finished.

  
Thieriot's still here.

  
Really?

  
The first edition is off the floor in 10,
Charles.

  
Give us a sec.

  
Okay, re-plate.

  
We'll go on page.... Page 4.

  
What do you say, 20 bucks
to whoever cracks the psycho's name?

  
He won't give his name.

  
Morti's? Anyone?

  
-That's where I'm heading.
-All right.

  
Put those on my desk.
Turn on the light.

  
Grab your book.

  
Now go get your jammies on.

  
All right, people, listen up.

  
The cipher's broken into three sections...

  
...each with 8 lines and 17 symbols.

  
No breaks denoting different words.

  
No numbers or clues
to substitution keys.

  
And you got symbols
from at least seven different sources.

  
Greek, Morse code, Navy semaphore,
weather symbols, astrological signs.

  
-Hey, take a gander at this code thing.
-Okay.

  
You wanna give it a go?

  
Guy who used to sit there
was a great cartoonist. Bob Bastian.

  
Now he's on public television
for some reason.

  
Paul Avery.

  
Robert Graysmith.
I've been here nine months.

  
You were right, by the way.
He didn't give his name.

  
-Who cracked it?
-A history teacher and his wife in Salinas.

  
"I like killing people
because it is so much fun.

  
It is more fun than killing wild game
in the forest...

  
...because man is the most dangerous
animal of all.

  
To kill something gives me
the most thrilling experience.

  
It is even better than
getting your rocks off with a girl.

  
The best part of it is that when I die...

  
...I will be reborn in paradise...

  
...and all that I have killed
will become my slaves.

  
I will not give you my name,
because you will try to slow down...

  
...or stop my collecting
of slaves for my afterlife."

  
Methinks our friend's
a tad bit "fuckered" in the head.

  
I heard he even sent Vallejo a code key,
just to help.

  
-What is that at the bottom?
-Leftovers.

  
Maybe an anagram.

  
How does one do that?

  
I like puzzles. I do them a lot.

  
How did you know
he wasn't gonna give his name?

  
"Dangerous animal."

  
Dangerous animal.

  
What dangerous animal?
How do I know that?

  
-Paul.
-Yes, Templeton?

  
-Editorial, now.
-Very well.

  
Another letter.

  
More of the same.

  
Details about the murders.

  
He taped a flashlight to the gun.
That's how he hit them in the dark.

  
And he gave himself a name.

  
You know this used to be
the town of Monticello?

  
But at some point,
the county decided that the Iand...

  
...would work better as a lake
so they flooded it.

  
-But there's an entire--
-Hidden city under the water.

  
-We were here last spring, remember?
-Oh, yeah.

  
-Somebody else is here.
-It is a public park.

  
I think he's watching us.

  
Well, we're very good-looking.

  
Where'd he go?

  
-He went behind that tree.
-All right, so he's taking a leak.

  
He's coming towards us.

  
Oh, my God, he has a gun.

  
Don't move.

  
-I want your money and your car keys.
-Okay.

  
We're not gonna do anything, okay?

  
We're gonna cooperate.
Just tell me what you want us to do.

  
Here.

  
You're welcome to everything I have.

  
If there's anything else
I could do for you...?

  
Maybe I could write you a check?

  
Okay, I could give you
my phone number.

  
You know, I might be able to help you...

  
-...even more than you might think.
-He's a sociology major.

  
Prelaw, actually.

  
Oh, keys. You know, I'm sorry. I don't
know exactly where I put my keys.

  
They might be on the blanket.
Is it okay--?

  
Here's the keys.

  
Don't get up. I want her to tie you up.

  
Okay.

  
You know, if he comes any closer
I might be able to get that gun.

  
-Don't get any ideas.
-I'm not.

  
I killed a guard
escaping from prison in Montana.

  
I'm not doing anything, okay?

  
I'm not afraid to kill again.

  
Look away.

  
What was the name of that prison?

  
Hey, you said it was in Montana, right?

  
I'm taking your car
and going to Mexico.

  
We didn't complain
when you tied our hands.

  
Okay, you have everything that I have.

  
We have done everything
that you've asked.

  
It's okay. It's okay.

  
She tied you loose, didn't she?

  
Get on your stomach
so I can tie your feet.

  
Okay. It gets really cold out here
at night. We could freeze.

  
Okay, you all done?

  
You know, just because people are
gonna ask, was that thing even loaded?

  
It's okay. This is all gonna be okay.

  
Dispatch, this is 43L2,
heading south on Knoxville Road.

  
I've got an abandoned white
VW Karmann Ghia.

  
Napa Police Department.

  
I want to report a murder.
No, a double murder.

  
They are two miles
north of park headquarters.

  
They were in a white
Volkswagen Karmann Ghia.

  
I'm the one that did it.

  
43L2 has a male victim with him.
Piner's ambulance has been dispatched.

  
Boy lived, the girl didn't. Again.

  
Can you imagine surviving that?
Writing the dates on the side of the car.

  
We got two Vallejo killings,
now there's one in Napa. Why Napa?

  
What the hell is he doing out of Vallejo?
Sweet mother of Christ...

  
...what are you drawing?

  
Kid at the lake? This is what he said
the Zodiac was wearing.

  
-My God, that's a hell of a getup.
-What are you doing?

  
Hyman, I wrote it. It's done.
Now I just gotta type it up.

  
It's not finished until you type it up.
We've gotta read it.

  
-What's that?
-That's the Zodiac at the lake.

  
What's the story with the kid? He seems
a little touched or medicated or....

  
-Graysmith? He's a fucking Boy Scout.
-Yeah.

  
He doesn't smoke, he doesn't drink,
he doesn't curse.

  
-And he's back.
-"Man is the most dangerous animal."

  
I knew that I heard that from
somewhere. The Most Dangerous Game.

  
It's a movie about a count
who hunts people for sport.

  
People. The Most Dangerous Game.

  
-Who's that? That's the--?
-That's Count Zaroff.

  
Zaroff? With a Z?

  
That will be all for the news.

  
We've got curfews tonight
for the following counties:

  
Napa, Solano, Contra Costa,
Alameda, Marin, and San Mateo...

  
...so please, everyone, stay safe.

  
Vic in San Francisco, you're on the line.
You're not scared of the Zodiac?

  
Heck, no,
he's only shooting those farm kids.

  
What scares me is those hippies
out in the Haight...

  
... with their free love and weird clothes.

  
-Taxi.
- We've got Alfred from Vacaville.

  
You know, I think that was
really offensive. It's not just farm kids.

  
These are nice clean-cut people.

  
Hey, nobody's downplaying
the loss of human life here.

  
Well, that last guy was.

  
We have good solid communities
out here in the North Bay...

  
... unlike in the city where you
have Satanists running around.

  
Well, you bring up a good question.
Is the Zodiac a Satanist?

  
Amber from Oakland, what do you think?

  
I don't know, but I thought that code
they printed didn't look very Christian.

  
I think a bigger problem is the papers...

  
...shouldn't have printed anything
Zodiac has been doing.

  
That they're printing all that stuff
to sell more newspapers.

  
Well, the Zodiac did demand they print
his letters or he'd kill more people.

  
But he would have done it anyway,
whether they printed it or not.

  
An interesting point.
So, what do you think he'll do next?

  
-San Francisco Police Department.
-There's a fight in a cab!

  
What is your location?

  
3398 Washington,
at the corner of Cherry.

  
One's drunk
and we think he's robbing him.

  
-Is the crime still in progress?
-Yes, please hurry.

  
Oh, my God, look!

  
Nuts!

  
Whoever this is,
you owe me a new Iamp.

  
Cabby's been shot
three blocks from the Presidio.

  
It wasn't me. I been with my bride
all night, she can vouch.

  
Go put on the Folgers.

  
You'll pick me up?

  
Let me just describe the Iamp
you're gonna buy me.

  
-I just got to sleep.
-Suspect's Negro, male adult.

  
Wait's on scene, locked the cab,
secured the crowd.

  
Dead asleep.
I lost feeling in my arm and everything.

  
Crackers?

  
You ever try Japanese food?

  
-What do you mean, like teriyaki?
-No, like the urchin.

  
-Raw fish?
-I'm eating here, Bill.

  
-I always wanted to try it.
-So why don't you?

  
Haven't got around to it.

  
Evening, gents. What a lovely night
for a botched robbery.

  
Yeah, third this week.
Must be end-of-summer rush.

  
I got foot patrols going through the park,
the dogs are on the way.

  
The victim's name is Paul Stine.
Dousette pronounced him at 10:10.

  
Suspect fired one shot to the head.
Driver's wallet and car keys are missing.

  
-How'd you know his name?
-Leroy there...

  
...came down from Yellow Cab
to ID him.

  
Neighborhood's pretty high-end for this,
so I already set up transpo for the cab.

  
-Coroner's here.
-Any witnesses?

  
Kids who called it in
saw the suspect from that window.

  
-They hear a shot?
-No.

  
They saw him in the front seat,
thought he was a drunk.

  
Oldest kid ran to get a better look
from the dining room...

  
...described him as a white male,
glasses...

  
...crew cut, stocky,
and wearing a dark jacket.

  
-I thought someone said he was black.
-The description went out to radio cars.

  
-We already corrected it.
-Oh, well, that's good.

  
-You guys need anything else?
-No. Get out of here.

  
Thanks. Happy birthday.

  
Wait, it's your birthday?

  
-Yep.
-That's great. Happy birthday.

  
-Thanks. Body or scene?
-It's your birthday, I'll take the body.

  
Dave, he wiped the cab down pretty
good. We got some blood over here.

  
-Prints?
-Could be. We'll dust it at the Hall.

  
The odd thing is, we also got gloves.

  
-Suspect's?
-There's blood on them.

  
Hey, Pete? You through
over there, can I get in there?

  
Yeah, I'm all set.

  
-Who rolled him?
-Stewarts.

  
I got a single 9 mm casing.

  
Yeah, Luger.

  
Nothing from the crowd.

  
I'm your shooter, Negro male adult...

  
...who also happens to be a stocky,
crew-cut Caucasian.

  
I flag a cab. I give him this address.

  
Did I give him this address?
Who's got the fare book?

  
Right here.

  
Washington and Maple.
That's one block east.

  
Lighting's the same over here, so maybe
I see someone walking their dog.

  
You don't want any witnesses, so you
tell him to go down a block. Pulls over.

  
I wait for him to park
because I'm smart.

  
I don't want him hitting the accelerator
when I shoot.

  
He stops, puts it in park:

  
I shoot him on the right side,
he slumps right?

  
Maybe you've got your hand
on his collar when you shoot.

  
So I just dumped a quart of blood
in the front seat.

  
-So why do you get in the front seat?
-For the money.

  
But you could just reach over the seat,
pull out his wallet.

  
You don't have to go
anywhere near the blood.

  
So why'd he get in the front seat?

  
-I'm an idiot.
-But you're not.

  
You waited for him to put it in park.

  
-Right. Thank you.
-Yeah, sure.

  
-May I see that?
-Yeah.

  
I am an idiot.
I just killed a man for $8.25.

  
It's his third fare of the night.
Does anyone have any Animal Crackers?

  
-Animal Crackers?
-They're in the car.

  
I'm saving those for later.

  
Fine.

  
-Are you a reporter?
-No, I'm Inspector Dave Toschi, S.F.P.D.

  
Sir, I was wondering if I'd be able
to talk to your children one at a time...

  
-...and preferably alone?
-They just saw a man murdered.

  
I understand.

  
-It looked like they were drunk.
-Yeah, and he had a rag.

  
He came around the car.
He was wiping stuff.

  
Did you get a chance to see his face?

  
I did. Well, sort of.

  
Do you remember what he looked like?

  
Normal.

  
-Yeah.
-Normal?

  
"This is the Zodiac speaking.
I am the murderer of the taxi driver...

  
...over by Washington Street
and Maple Street last night.

  
T o prove this,
here is a bloodstained piece of his shirt.

  
I am the same man who did in the people
in the North Bay Area.

  
The police could've caught me last night
if they had searched the park properly...

  
...instead of holding road races
with their'motorsickles.'"

  
-Gentlemen.
-Dave.

  
Paul, where's the shirt?

  
Right there, boss.

  
-Your rag the kids talked about.
-So he got in the seat to tear off a piece.

  
-Is this on the record?
-Well, what do you think?

  
He confirms
the Vallejo and Napa killings.

  
-Gets worse.
-Robert, do you have a deadline?

  
What does he mean, "it gets worse"?

  
Read the last part.

  
"School children make nice targets.

  
I think I shall wipe out
a bus some morning.

  
Just shoot out the front tire...

  
...then pick off the kiddies
as they come bouncing out."

  
Who's got buses,
Department of Transportation?

  
-School board.
-All right.

  
I'm gonna need elimination prints
from your staff.

  
Is anyone here
that didn't touch this letter?

  
Going back to my desk.
I can get the phones if you want.

  
We need matches on blood and fabric.

  
I'll call and get the letters up
to Sherwood in Sacramento.

  
Dave, just one thing.
Is it true they got a print off the cab?

  
Yeah, we got a partial in blood.

  
-But that is not for publication.
-No, hey, come on.

  
Hey, it's me.

  
Did he say they got a print?

  
Partial.

  
-He wears his gun like Bullitt.
-No, McQueen got that from Toschi.

  
He think Zodiac's gonna send another
code? I think Zodiac's gonna send--

  
Jesus Harold Christ on rubber crutches.
What are you doing?

  
You're doing that thing we discussed.
The thing that I don't like.

  
-Starts with an L.
-Oh, looming.

  
Yeah.

  
In cooperation with S.F.P.D...

  
...we will run the Zodiac letter
without including the threat on children.

  
We don't wanna start
a city-wide panic...

  
...so I'm asking all of you
to please keep this confidential.

  
Just go about your daily business.
Thank you.

  
Packed you your carrots and your celery
and peanut butter, okay?

  
-Dad, you don't have to wait with me.
-I know.

  
Hi, Shirley.

  
You know what? You know what?
I'm gonna drive him today, okay?

  
Come on.

  
What's that?

  
Similarities in the lowercase R's.

  
-And that?
-It is you waiting in the hall...

  
...if you speak again.
I have to concentrate.

  
-Sorry.
-"Sorry" counts as speaking.

  
There are similarities
in the lowercase R's.

  
We have to release the bus threat.

  
-It'll screw us.
-We're already screwed.

  
We just went from
"Routine Cabby Shooting"...

  
...to "Mass Murderer Targets Kids."

  
The Zodiac Killer
has come to San Francisco.

  
Confirmation tonight from the
San Francisco Police Department...

  
... that in his latest taunting letter...

  
... which takes credit for the murder
of cabdriver Paul Stine...

  
... the Zodiac has threatened to, quote,
"Wipe out a school bus...

  
...and pick off the kiddies
as they come bouncing out. "

  
If you think you might know
who the Zodiac is...

  
... you can call the San Francisco
Police Department's newest tip line.

  
We need policemen out there.

  
Press conference is at 4.
We gotta give them something.

  
We're coordinating with the school
board, and we expect a break soon.

  
-What do we really got?
-We're swamped.

  
When they can't get the tip line,
they call the switchboard.

  
-You got any hard suspects?
-About 90 an hour. I'm up to around 500.

  
-Can't you narrow it down?
-I would love to, if I could get out--

  
Homicide, please hold.

  
Yeah, hold, please. We're gonna need to
tell them we got the entire force on this.

  
-How many men can you give me?
-You and Bill, and Monday's a school day.

  
I know. I have three daughters.

  
-Yeah, I know. Where's Armstrong?
-He's on the phone with Vallejo.

  
We're playing catch-up, Jack.

  
I'd like to set up a meeting
with your Michael Mageau.

  
I can't. He skipped town.

  
The only guy who's seen Zodiac
without a mask is missing?

  
When he was in the hospital
we could show him lineups all day.

  
-Soon as he got out, he split.
-Really? Why?

  
I don't think he wanted
anything to do with this.

  
Can you send us everything
that you have?

  
Well, the road goes both ways.

  
Now, we need that print
you lifted from the cab...

  
...and we should have been
in on the handwriting.

  
I apologize.
Things have been moving fast.

  
Who should I talk to in Napa
so we can coordinate?

  
Talk to Ken Narlow.

  
We should have been
in on the handwriting.

  
I apologize.
Things have been moving fast.

  
-We're gonna need your photos.
-Can't help you.

  
I don't wanna get into
a jurisdictional thing--

  
No, no. We didn't have a crime scene.

  
The ranger literally swept everything
into a picnic blanket.

  
-All we have are the Wing Walker prints.
-The what?

  
Boot prints to and from the crime scene
made by size 10-and-a-half Wing Walkers.

  
Military-style boots
sold only at military PXs.

  
Designed to walk
on the wings of planes.

  
And you can't buy at a PX
without a military ID...

  
...so our suspect could be military.

  
-Did you guys narrow your list off of this?
-Yeah.

  
-Did Vallejo?
-I don't know.

  
I don't work in Vallejo. I work here.

  
-I'll need photos of those boot prints.
-Sure, if you send me the handwriting.

  
I thought Questioned Documents did.

  
Nope. Vallejo's got them, not us.

  
I'll have Questioned Documents--
Forget it. I'll telefax it to you.

  
We don't have telefax yet.

  
-Okay, I'll put it in the mail.
-We'll mail ours too.

  
And call Mulanax in Vallejo.
Maybe he can get you a mimeo.

  
-Right.
-Why don't you get a photo off the cast?

  
We'd have to wait
because they don't have a fax.

  
We don't have a fax, either.

  
-I'm just trying to get us coordinated.
-Have you called Solano?

  
Why would I call Solano?

  
Because the two kids that got killed
last Christmas were Solano's.

  
-I thought they were Vallejo.
-They were over the county line.

  
-You'll need to coordinate them too.
-Okay.

  
Bill? Can I have a word with you?

  
Where did you see this guy?

  
We got the call to look
for a Negro male adult--

  
Where was he?

  
On Jackson. Heading east.
About the middle of the block.

  
-This is three minutes after the shooting?
-Give or take.

  
-And you were heading east or west?
-We were going west.

  
So you're on Jackson going west.

  
So the cab was one block
catty-corner southwest?

  
Correct.

  
-Did you slow down?
-Of course we slowed down.

  
Listen, Dispatch said
it was a Negro male.

  
That was corrected.

  
No, but at the time
they hadn't changed it.

  
This guy was white. Right, not in
a hurry. Kind of lumbering along like--

  
Lumbering?
What do you mean, "lumbering"?

  
-Shuffling.
-Stocky? Had a crew cut?

  
Yeah, that's all correct.

  
Listen, it was dark.
The guy was wearing a dark jacket.

  
-There's no way--
-He would have been covered in blood.

  
Did you stop him?

  
Did you talk to him?

  
-Yes? No?
-No.

  
You need to get with a sketch artist.

  
We have to put out a new composite
right away.

  
Five persons have been murdered
in the area and in each case, the killer--

  
"I shall wipe out a school bus
some morning-- "

  
San Francisco police--

  
To see the Stones in concert
this Sunday....

  
The new letters from the Zodiac Killer...

  
... were sent to the City room
of the San Francisco Chronicle.

  
Looming. No looming.

  
-Have you considered the water theory?
-What?

  
Every attack takes place near
a body of water or a water-based name.

  
-This is your water theory?
-Lake Berryessa. BIue Rock Springs.

  
-Lake Herman.
-Washington and Cherry?

  
-You think?
-No.

  
I'm reading this book,
Homicide Investigation...

  
-...by LeMoyne Snyder--
-"LeMoyne."

  
He says you look for patterns.

  
No. You can't think of this case
in normal police terms.

  
-Why not?
-You got four crime scenes:

  
Solano, Vallejo, Berryessa and here.

  
Not a single usable print at the
first three or in any of the letters?

  
How does that master criminal come
to the city and leave a bloody latent?

  
I mean, assuming the gloves are his...

  
...he shoots the cabby
and then takes them off?

  
So it's not his print?

  
Maybe. You're missing the point.
The point is the first attack--

  
-David Faraday and Betty Jensen.
-They both die.

  
From there out,
he only manages to kill the girls.

  
-Not for lack of trying.
-Not for lack of trying.

  
Mageau lives, Ferrin dies.
Hartnell lives, Shepard dies.

  
He gets so caught up with the women,
he forgets to finish the men.

  
PIus they're all couples
and all on lovers'Ianes.

  
-Paul Stine is not.
-Exactly.

  
Single male cab driver on Cherry
doesn't fit.

  
Doesn't fit.

  
So why does Zodiac kill him?

  
He's breaking the pattern.

  
-Yeah?
-Someone claiming to be Zodiac...

  
...called Oakland P.D. a half-hour ago.

  
Says he's gonna call in on Jim
Dunbar's morning show in three hours.

  
-On television?
-He wants Melvin Belli on to counsel him.

  
All right. All right.
Let's go wake up Melvin.

  
Animal Crackers?

  
Glove box.

  
Are these windows bulletproof?

  
Yes, Melvin.
You don't have to lie down back there.

  
This man is a marksman. Could
snuff me out at a moment's notice.

  
-Are you sure you're up for this?
-Don't you worry about me, inspector.

  
I'll be fine when the lights are on.

  
This man has asked for my help.

  
The man you're worrying
about snuffing you out?

  
What are these, cookies?

  
Dear Lord, do you ever clean this car?

  
Shit. KGO must have tipped
other stations.

  
Get him talking.
Convince him to meet you somewhere.

  
If you see an opportunity, we want you
to suggest Old Saint Mary's Church.

  
You'll be tracing the call?

  
You need to keep him
on the line for 15 minutes.

  
We can do that, can't we, Jim?

  
-Fifteen seconds. Clear the set.
-Clear the set.

  
Here you go, you drunken reprobate.

  
We interrupt our program
to bring you this bulletin.

  
This special edition of our show,
we are joined by attorney Melvin Belli...

  
... who the Zodiac Killer
personally requested to appear.

  
Finish up, buddy, and put it in the sink.

  
-Good morning, Melvin.
-Good morning, Jim.

  
So the phone lines are open.
Mr. Belli is here.

  
-Here to help, Jim.
- Yes. Here to help.

  
And we ask the public not to call in
so that the Zodiac himself can reach us.

  
I saw your Star Trek, by the way.
It was excellent.

  
A shame about the show.
Good people.

  
You know, I've often thought
of becoming an actor full-time.

  
-What was your character's name?
-Gorgan.

  
Gorgan. That's right.

  
-Roll the tape. Get the tape.
-Jim, we have a call. We're going live.

  
Hello?

  
Hello? This is Melvin Belli.

  
Who am I speaking with?

  
This is the Zodiac speaking.

  
Is there something I can call you
that's a little less ominous?

  
Sam.

  
Sam.

  
Is there somewhere we can meet,
Sam, and talk about this?

  
Meet me on top of the Fairmont Hotel
without anyone else or I'll--

  
-Have a unit go to the Fairmont Hotel.
-Sam.

  
Yes?

  
Do you think
you need medical care?

  
Medical, not mental.

  
Do you have health problems?

  
I'm sick. I have headaches.

  
Headaches?

  
I have headaches, too, but a chiropractor
stopped them a week ago.

  
I think I can help you, Sam.

  
Sam?

  
He knows they're tracing his calls.

  
Sam, we'd like you to know
that we are not tracing these calls.

  
It's a long, difficult process
and ineffective with these short calls.

  
Sam?

  
We're not tracing these calls.
You have my word.

  
Okay.

  
Sam, you need to tell me
what your problem is.

  
I don't want to go to the gas chamber.
I have headaches. I kill, I don't get them.

  
That is fucked up.

  
You want to live, don't you?
Well, this is your passport.

  
How long have you
been having headaches?

  
Since I killed a kid.

  
-Do you have blackouts?
- Yes.

  
-Do you have fits?
-No, I just have headaches.

  
Did you attempt to call
when F. Lee Bailey was with us...

  
...two or three weeks ago?

  
-Yes.
-Why did you wanna talk to Mr. Bailey?

  
Why do you wanna talk to me, Sam?

  
-I don't want to be hurt.
-Why is he calling?

  
Hey, just a second, buddy.

  
You won't get hurt if you talk to me.

  
And you're not going
to the gas chamber.

  
I wouldn't think they would
ask for capital punishment.

  
We should ask the district attorney.
Do you want me to do that, Sam?

  
Do you want me
to talk to the district attorney?

  
What was that, Sam?

  
I did not say anything.

  
We heard a scream.

  
That was my headache.

  
You sound like you're in
a great deal of pain.

  
My head aches. I'm so sick.

  
I'm gonna kill them.

  
-Okay.
-I'm gonna kill those kids!

  
Fantastic.

  
Sam?

  
Let's meet and talk. Just us.

  
Okay.

  
How about Old Saint Mary's Church
in Chinatown?

  
No. In front of the Daly City
St. Vincent De Paul at 10:30.

  
I'll see you there.

  
Take care of yourself, Sam.

  
My, my, my. You fellows certainly know
how to put on a secret meeting.

  
Belli, over here.

  
I don't want to go to the gas chamber.
I have headaches. I kill, I don't get them.

  
No, it's not him.

  
It's the voice. The voice is too high.
It's too young.

  
All right.
Thanks for coming down, Bryan.

  
That's okay. I got it.

  
They pulled off the trace. Our Daly City
no-show called from a mental institution.

  
Oakland P.D.'s operator is sure the man
she talked to had a deeper voice.

  
Calmer. Might have actually been him.

  
"So I shall change my way
of collecting slaves.

  
I shall no longer announce to anyone
when I commit my murders.

  
They shall look like routine robberies,
killings of anger...

  
...and a few fake accidents, et cetera.

  
The police shall never catch me,
because I have been too clever for them.

  
I look like the description passed out
only when I do my thing.

  
The rest of the time
I look entirely different.

  
I shall not tell you what my disguise
consists of when I kill.

  
As of yet I have left
no fingerprints behind me...

  
...contrary to what the police say.

  
I wear transparent fingertips.

  
All it is is two coats of airplane cement
coated on my fingertips.

  
I enjoy needling the blue pigs.
Hey, blue pig, I was in the park.

  
You were using firetrucks to mask
the sound of your cruising prowl cars.

  
Hey, pig, doesn't it rile you up to have
your nose rubbed in your boo-boos?

  
If you cops think I am going to take
on a bus the way I stated I was...

  
...you deserve to have
holes in your heads."

  
And you need to look at this.

  
"Take one bag
of ammonium-nitrate fertilizer...

  
...one gallon of stove oil and
dump a few bags of gravel on top...."

  
-Okay.
-It's a bomb.

  
We gotta call the Army...

  
...and see if this science experiment
could actually work.

  
Another cipher.

  
-When did these arrive?
-They arrived this morning.

  
-Are you planning to publish?
-Robert.