White Angel

Argument.

Music.

The girl's body was found by children

who played in a local park.

She was beaten in the head before being mutilated.

Like all the victims of the White Angel,

the girl was dressed in white and had blond hair.

The police spokesman has not yet signed

if this case is related to the three murders of the White Angel,

although a statement is expected today.

The sexual identity of the White Angel continues to be a mystery,

but it is feared that London might be in the presence

of his first serial killer.

Photography.

Production.

Realization.

INTERVIEW WITH AN ASSASSIN

Last year, things looked good for my next guest.

He received an award for his book, "The Color of Fear",

a fascinating view of homicide psychology.

However, due to more financial management

and at the publisher's failure, she lost thousands of pounds,

and her husband disappeared.

But to tell us all, we have Ellen Carter.

- Hello, Ellen. - Hello.

Tell me a little about the book, about how it was,

about the experience of being with serial killers.

They are people,

like you and me, they are not monsters.

What they did was monstrous.

After that I'll make some tea.

What I did was interview them.

I recorded every interview

and I got my conclusions helped by the tapes.

Now, everyone is talking about the serial killer Angel White.

What do you think of her?

I'm not sure if it's a woman.

You have to realize how a murderer thinks.

Why do you do it? What are your needs, your desires?

What are the rewards?

And this is a very interesting question...

I'll put the kettle on the fire.

I could not write anything without talking to the person,

because I'm not writing an unlicensed biography.

Three Years Later.

I hope you have cleaned the house.

Ellen! Sorry I'm late! Excuse!

Did not you have a free afternoon to clean the house?

- Excuse. She is when? - Both.

- You did not tell me her name. - Leslie.

Hello. Steckler.

Leslie Steckler.

I like the house.

Mr. Steckler, we made him lose time. I do not know why I did not tell you before.

We're looking for a girl. The notice was for a girl.

You're right. Excuse me.

I was counting on this. It's five minutes from my office.

- The doctor? - I'm dentist. I moved now.

It would be for a little while, even finding something permanent.

I have all the references.

And I can pay you the first sign and the first sign.

This is the best reference.

Mr. Steckler, will you excuse us?

I do not know, Ellen. The house is yours.

But you live here too. What if the house were yours?

I think he's nice. Why are you like this with men?

It would be good to have a man at home.

Thank you.

"Can you take her to my room?" Of course.

Before I forget... The key and the contract.

I'll take the rest.

Is that good for anything?

Até jб.

Leslie? Is not it hot?

Leslie?

- What are you doing? - Excuse me?

What's the noise?

In the contract says that I can put a lock.

Do you have a problem with that, Angela?

- I'm not Angela. - Excuse me. Ellen.

It does not hurt. This hammer is mine?

See if it's in the garage when it's over.

It's fine. Good evening.

What do they see?

We came in and saw a blond woman.

She was beating a girl with a hammer.

He turned and fled when he saw us.

They were almost all blurred, but I got a good impression.

I have already begun to investigate, but without further physical data,

I can not do anything else.

It could take a month, six months...

- That's if she's registered. - Or him.

Newspapers called the assassin Angel White

due to his apparent obsession with white clothing and blond hair.

This afternoon, the police revealed that they got a digital print

of the murder weapon, which was left at the scene of the crime.

If the digital print is in the register,

it will be a matter of time until the killer is identified.

Diabolical.

It is no longer safe to walk in the streets. Looks like Jack the Ripper.

- What about Joe "Serrote"? - Excuse me.

Joe chose the people he wanted to get rid of.

And weakened them for weeks with small doses of arsenic.

He put it on the cookies, the tea, the coffee... It tasted sweet.

He never gave them enough to kill them, only to weaken them,

so that they would not give up much of a fight when the time came.

Joe was small and could not with anyone bigger or stronger.

That's when he remembered the saw.

But it made a lot of crap. One piece here, another there...

We called him "Sierra."

But what matters is this.

Even Joe had his principles. It was not like the scum now.

This would not have happened twenty years ago.

"Was crime better at this time?" Sure.

Now I can not even let my daughter play in the street at night.

Life is different now. The world outside is a jungle.

We need to know who the friends are and protect our family. Realize?

Sorry.

Damn it.

Ellen?

We're almost there. Go to the top of the stairs.

It is a beautiful and spacious room. You'll like.

It's only for a few days, even Ellen understands.

Ellen, the boss wants to talk to you. He's got a guy in there.

Want to talk to me?

Ellen Carter. Now, just look...

How are you today? Been... three years?

What is up? "Have you seen your husband?"

Can I talk to her?

Certainly.

No, I'm not here because of your husband's disappearance.

It's best not to squirm in the wound.

You know what I mean.

No. I'm working on the White Angel case,

and I have to investigate the murderers and suspects of the last five years.

And you're suspicious, are not you?

Where were you last Thursday around five?

"Do you think I'm the White Angel?" No.

It was just an excuse to come back to see her.

- Where were you? - At home alone. And you?

By any chance, I've been home alone.

Maybe we could solve each other's problems, could not we?

Skirt.

I believe in you, you know?

I know you're not a serial killer. Maybe it's something else.

But she is not a serial killer.

What happened to you? Used to have class.

One day someone will find your husband, and I will have a body.

Until any day.

"How to Stop Separation."

"Prize for Non-Fiction of the Year."

"Police writer wins prize."

"Steven Carter British Citizen."

You want some tea?

What did you do?

I knew it was you,

but I did not know what I had done with my body.

I knew I'd killed him.

I felt it.

I'm amazed that the police did not suspect crime.

Everything pointed to that.

I knew,

in addition to the fact that it has disappeared,

by the fact that he stopped writing.

He must be a bastard to himself.

Anyway,

I will give you the opportunity

to start over.

I think it best to sit down.

Й that, Ellen,

there are facets of me that you have not yet met.

Facets that are most important,

which most people do not understand or do not want to understand.

I want you and your words to make them understand.

I want you to write a book.

I want you to make people understand the power a man can use

to get what you need, to get what you want.

I want people to know why I do what I do,

so that when they are done, they will understand my actions.

I want Ellen Carter to write the story.

By Leslie Raymond Steckler.

You know who I am, do not you?

Ellen?

I do not have much time.

The police have my fingerprints. You're going to get me.

Do not worry, I will not hurt you.

You're not my type.

Do not you see the divine perfection?

We're both the same. It will be a perfect society.

Your words, my story...

And do not even think about going to the police.

This is where your husband is.

I marked the site on the map with a...

cross,

and put the map in my family safe, on the bench.

If something happens to me, if I die or disappear,

I gave instructions to the bank manager to deliver his content,

along with a letter, а Scotland Yard.

Let's hope nothing happens to me.

Besides, you can do whatever you want.