The Night Stalker

Hey, kid, this is Jed.

Listen, we just got the go-ahead

for you to go over to San Quentin today.

Now, the warden says you've got five minutes for your first visit,

so get in there and make an impression.

I mean, you're the expert on this guy,

and if anybody can pull this off, it's you.

This is our Hail Mary. Make it count.

Keep me posted.

Most of the women have been raped.

Terrorizing Los Angeles and Orange Counties,

and the city of San Francisco.

You know, the nature of these attacks, with seemingly no motive.

The so-called Night Stalker. He's the sadistic killer

wanted for a series of murders...

The killer entered through an unlocked window

in the predawn hours, and attacked the couple as they slept.

25-year-old Richard Ramirez

is now in custody in Central Jail.

We are all evil in some form or another,

are we not?

Hello, Richard. I'm Kit.

That for Katherine?

Yeah.

Mind if I record this?

It depends what we talk about.

I used to live in Glassell Park.

Oh, yeah?

What street?

Verdugo.

Off Eagle Rock.

Good memory.

No new memories in here to replace the old.

Are you sick?

Always.

You're a lawyer, right?

How old are you?

Forty-three.

I like your legs.

Maybe lift your skirt up so I can get a better look?

That's not why I'm here.

Oh, yeah?

Then why are you here dressed like that?

I'm interested in you.

"Interested" like I'm a zoo animal you want to study,

or like a zoo animal you want to get bent over a table by?

"Interested" like...

I want to understand you.

You see those other women out there waiting,

waiting to see me?

They want to understand me.

They don't.

You won't either.

At least they give me something I can use.

So those women that come here to visit you

are attracted to you?

Is that so hard to believe?

Yes, actually.

You gonna insult me now?

I mean, given your history with women.

Alleged history.

Some women like that--

my alleged history.

So, what are you gonna give me?

What do you need?

To talk without this.

I've been here 23 years.

Solitary for 10.

The only people I ever get to smell are the guards,

and they don't smell so good, you know?

I never get to touch anyone.

You're not gonna get to touch me either, Richard.

We'll see about that.

Time's up.

You come back here, don't wear that.

Gold is the metal of Christianity.

It's not permitted in my presence.

See you later, Katherine!

Maybe we can shake hands next time.

Jed here. Well, I met him.

And? And it's gonna be a process.

I need to gain his trust,

build a relationship.

Everybody's got something that makes them open up.

Just got to find what. It's just gonna take time.

Well, you've got four days to come up with that confession

if we have any chance at a stay.

I mean, you know, we're up against it here.

How's Johnson holding up?

He is questioning me nonstop about your progress.

Yeah, no pressure.

All I'm saying is that the Johnson family

doesn't have money for a wild-goose chase.

The firm doesn't either.

Now, you came to us with this theory on Ramirez.

You convinced us, we flew you out there

to get a confession that you assured us you could get.

This is gonna come down to you.

I mean, we got an innocent man about to die here in Texas.

You there?

Yeah. I gotta go.

Hey, Mom.

Yeah, I can't find the Rosaries.

You don't have a Rosary. There's not a Rosary in the house.

No, I know we had one.

How are you, Mom?

...information leading to the capture

of the so-called Night Stalker.

He's the sadistic killer wanted

for a series of murders and rapes.

Has struck again, leaving two more people...

Hey, Kit.

Mom didn't say you were coming tonight.

Well, guess what-- I am.

How can you be wearing a jacket?

Well,

you gotta look cool when it's this hot. ...her throat cut.

This is expected to be connected to a wide-ranging series of brutal attacks...

What a sicko. Nobody needs to see that.

No, leave it. ...continue to search for any clues

that will lead to the capture of this man

who some call evil incarnate.

More on this story as it develops.

You up for a movie? No.

Tired.

All right, then.

Where is it?

It's... It's in the... It's in the dresser,

in the top drawer.

You'd better not be lying to me.

Swear on Satan.

Swear on Satan! I swear on Satan!

You know who I am, right? You read about me?

Huh?

It's okay.

Find it!

How much is in there? Four hundred.

No!

Referred to as the Valley Intruder

and the Walk-in Killer.

Police have found evidence linking him

to several murders, rapes and assaults,

dating back over a year.

He is said to be a tall, thin,

Mexican-American man

wearing all-black clothing, white sneakers...

Morning. Good morning. You hungry?

Did you hear about that guy that's been raping and killing people?

It's all they're talking about on the news.

Not over breakfast, Kit.

The Night Stalker.

I thought they were calling him the Valley Intruder.

You talking about that creeper? Hi, baby.

Look, I'm about to go to sleep, so let's not talk about murder, okay?

No problem.

Hi. Get your fingers out of there.

Use a fork, piggy.

Oh, it was so hot. Couldn't sleep at all last night.

Really? Are you tired?

Mm-hmm. I missed you.

I missed you, too.

You're not hungry? No.

The prisoner will arrive soon.

Don't worry, ma'am. He's basically harmless nowadays.

The cancer makes him pretty weak. Cancer?

Yeah.

My wife's sister had the same thing:

lymphoma.

It just does what it wants to do with you, and then one day,

that's it.

Anyway, I'll be right behind you the whole time.

Just do what you need to do.

You smell like hotel soap.

I saw your admirers as I was leaving yesterday.

Guards call them my groupies.

One of them was your wife, Doreen, right?

How did you meet?

She'd come to my trial. She wrote for the papers,

and she'd write articles about