Ted Bundy: Falling for a Killer (2020): Season 1, Episode 2 - Falling - full transcript

It was early in 1974
when Ted started acting

differently towards me...

One day,
I came home and I found him

inside my apartment...

He laid down with his head
on my lap, and just sobbed.

He told me that he
had to tell me something

that I would probably
be shocked about.

He told me that he was
gonna drop out of law school.

He said, "I don't know
what's wrong with me."

He talked about not
being able to concentrate.

I was very surprised that
he was having this meltdown.



I know now, in hindsight,
what he was talking about.

Fantasizing
all the time

was what he was
talking about.

He couldn't concentrate,
he didn't go to class,

because he was...

fighting the obsession
to kill people.

Know how you can
end dishwashing forever?

Let your husband
do the dishes!

Ha.
Who am I kidding?

We know who's
gonna do them.

You.

Women are
supposed to be selfless,

self-sacrificing,
and helpful.

And if you're selfish,
look out for yourself,



you're evil.

Women are conditioned
to be nice in two ways.

They're told that's
a nice thing to do,

and they're told
that if they don't,

something bad
is gonna happen.

You see it in dramatic
films and television.

You see it
everywhere you go.

How would you like
to waste away on the moon?

I remember
The Honeymooners.

The husband was always
threatening the wife.

Bang, zoom!

Get my supper.

And people laughed.

And as a little kid,
I thought,

"Well, I guess it's okay
to hit your wife."

My dad told me
I could do anything.

He loved having
women in law enforcement

because he said they gave
a different perspective,

that they could get things,

and ask people things
that a man couldn't ask,

especially with children
and female victims.

He told me what
to take in college,

and to follow my dreams.

I was at Central
Washington State in Ellensburg.

Most of the girls that I knew
went on to secretarial school.

I took secretarial classes

because I knew I wanted
to work through college.

I started out as a secretary

at the campus police department
in Ellensburg,

but I wanted
to do something more.

Then the chief saw
how well I was doing,

and he knew that
my dad had been a cop,

and he said, "I think you need
to go to the police academy."

So he sent me to
the police academy,

and I was the only female
out of a class of 38.

It was a dream that
girls didn't dare dream.

On television,
there was Highway Patrol.

There was never
any women in that,

unless they were the secretary
or a file clerk.

77 Sunset Strip,
no women in that,

except being conquered
by the men in a sexual manner.

Alright, you've
released your tensions,

but I don't like being
the emotional outlet.

I had a hard time
dealing with the men

that were in my department.

I have spoken to men
that have told me

"Yeah, we did all these
horrible things to women

"to make them quit,
and sometimes it worked."

And they would
laugh about it.

I was a detective
with King County Police

in Seattle.

It was a time when
there were no other women,

other than the four who were
in my police academy class,

and the rules or
regulations required

that you be a certain height
and a certain weight,

and I didn't meet
the weight requirement.

I was too thin.

And so I did
have to bulk up

in order to pass
the physical exam,

but I didn't let any of that
stand in my way.

It is graduation day
for the national academy.

Members of the class
represent almost every type

of United States
law enforcement agency,

as well as students
from other countries.

In our
senior seminar,

an FBI agent came to the class
to do some recruiting,

and he was a very...

poster boy,
if you will, for the FBI:

good-looking,
told great stories,

made the FBI sound as if
it was the best place to work

in law enforcement.

He provided job applications
for the special agent position

to all of the people
in the class who were male.

But when it came to me,
he said, "I'm sorry,

"I can't give you an
application to be an agent.

"The FBI doesn't hire
women as FBI agents."

We have
very few leads

in the disappearance
of Lynda Healy,

although since the last time

that we made a
press release on this,

we have interviewed
65 people.

We have not ruled out

any case of foul play here.

I was
living in Seattle

at the time that Lynda Healy
went missing.

So here disappearance
was very shocking,

and there were
dozens of theories

about who could
have taken her,

and there were
very few clues.

I was sitting at
my dining room table with Ted,

and I was living in
the U District at that time,

and there was an article
in the newspaper:

a college co-ed had been
abducted from her bedroom

just a few blocks from
where I was living.

And her roommates were home,
and nobody heard anything,

so I commented on like,
"How can that happen?

"How could people not
hear what was going on?"

And he did tell me that I
needed to be aware at all times.

And I had a back door
that went downstairs

to the basement apartment,

and it had this lock on it,

and he said, "You know,
you really should change that."

He said, "That's dangerous."

Ted really seemed
to like being a family unit.

I think he was
looking for stability.

It seemed like he'd been in
kind of a drift mode before,

and I think he was really
just wanting to like

be a part of something.

It was the avenue
into my mother's heart

to win me over.

He probably looked at me
and saw a lonely little girl

in an unfamiliar place,

and,
"I'll just charm her."

And it was not hard at all.

I thought he was marvelous.

He just delighted me, and
he took part in raising me.

I felt him
to be somewhat magical,

actually, as a child.

He could jump very high
off the ground,

run very fast,

and he didn't have to think
about springing into action.

He just moved.

I saw that with him
many times.

And one time,

he had caught something
that was falling off a shelf.

It was behind him
as he sat in a chair,

and he didn't even
turn his head;

he just caught it
with his hand.

I mean, he was
really uncanny

with his physical
connectedness

and his vision
of everything

without looking at it.

He was a lot like an animal
would be seeing you

without looking at you.

The conflict
in the first couple of years

was that I wanted
to get married,

and he wasn't ready to commit.

You know, he was reluctant,
and I knew that,

but we got the
marriage license,

and then he picked a fight

and tore the marriage license
into a million little pieces,

and that was
the end of that.

After he ripped it up,

I thought, "Well,
the problem is me.

"I've gotta just back off
and not be so persistent

"about wanting this."

I got a call
from Chief Pickles,

who was the chief of police

for the Central Washington
State College.

He said,
"Susan Rancourt's missing."

And I said,
"What happened?"

He said,
"She just disappeared."

This is a missing young woman
who would never disappear.

She's very responsible.

She's bright.
She's a good student.

She volunteers.

And she has worked for
our department as a volunteer.

Susan was
bright, inquisitive.

She just excelled in learning,
always reading.

I'd move her bed
to clean under it,

and she had every school paper
from kindergarten

tucked under her bed
in neat piles.

That was her life,

going to school,
going to college.

She was in her element.

She smiled
all the time.

She had
a beautiful smile.

She was a smiler.
She smiled all the time.

She was very upbeat, and...

She was interested
in the sciences.

She was one of those that would
have kept learning forever.

Susan had left
the resident assistant meeting

at the library,

and took off
towards her dorm,

and that was the last
anybody saw her.

Her roommate
called and said,

"Sue didn't come home
last night."

I said, "Are you serious?
What's going on?"

Mom and Dad,
we all went over to campus.

We just stopped
and we went over.

And that was when
my husband started yelling,

"My daughter's missing.
Something's happened."

He was screaming
loud and clear.

The Boy Scouts came in
and did a ground search.

Alleys, sheds.

They even lifted up
manhole covers.

My brother had a friend
that had a private airplane,

and they flew
a grid over the area.

She had on
a yellow raincoat,

and they were hoping
that they could spot that.

We didn't know what
our next step could even be.

We were just mystified.

And my husband and I
were driving home

through the mountains,

and I just remember
keeping my eyes on the window

the whole time.

Looking for
that yellow raincoat.

Thinking I'm gonna
find that yellow ski coat,

and I thought, "Even if I
find it in a ditch, would be...

"We just need to find it.
We need to find her.

"We have to keep on,
so we can help her,

"or find her, or, you know,
bring this to a close."

And there were
so many different districts

of law enforcement,
and they were so territorial

that they didn't
really band together.

It was like
pulling rusty old nails

out of...

out of an old tree,

to get any information,

to get any cooperation
from the departments.

And when I started
looking at the case,

I noticed that
there was no evidence,

nothing collected.

I heard a rumour

that a man had worn
bandages around his arm.

He needed help,
and was approaching girls

at a library on campus.

And at the library
is where I believe

she met a man with
bandages around his arm.

Somebody needs help,
you go help them.

He knew that one of
our vulnerabilities

was to be nurturing,

and helpful,
and to care.

Now, here you have
a wounded human being,

and for most of us,
particularly at that time,

we wouldn't think
of not helping.

I was a student at
the University of Washington,

and I was deeply immersed
in the anti-rape movement.

I began teaching women

in order to defend themselves,

to feel more empowered.

Somebody looked at me and said,
"Hey, you, you know karate.

"Why don't you teach
self-defense?"

Ha!

What I tried to do
was get women to question

the messages that they got
as they were growing up.

Last year,
there were like 20 movies

in which they showed
women being raped,

but in Deliverance,
where some guy's getting raped,

you know,
people are shocked,

but nobody thinks
anything of it

when women are
raped in films.

It's just the
way things are.

Women were afraid
to defend themselves

because they'd
grown up learning

that if you tried
to defend yourself,

you'll get killed.

So there was a big incentive
not to fight back,

and that your fate

lay only in submitting.

The best thing to do,
if you're in a rape situation,

is submit, submit, submit
until it hurts,

because it's gonna hurt
a lot less in the long run.

So they have methods
of self-defense;

they have programs for girls.

But the average girl on
the street that's hitchhiking

says, "It couldn't
happen to me,"

so she doesn't take
that self-defense course.

The self-defense course
wouldn't help her, man.

A self-defense course
would get her killed

is what it'd get.

, Jeff.

The woman that
I was with, Jeff,

she fought back
and she's dead.

Saying that women
shouldn't fight back

or they'll be killed,
it's more than women are weak.

To me, it's like
an emotional threat

thrown over the entire
universe of women.

"Submit to us
or we're gonna kill you."

We have a local
festival that's in our area

in Pearce County.

It's a fun festival
that promotes

the daffodil bulb business,

and it's been around
for a long time,

and I was selected
for my high school

as a daffodil princess,

and Georgann was
a representative

from her high school,
and that's how we met.

We did a lot
of really cool stuff.

We went down to Olympia,
our capital,

and we met the governor
and his wife.

We went on
the USS Missouri

where they signed the
World War II peace treaty.

We also went to Seattle.

We went to the Space Needle,
had lunch.

This friendship
really blossomed

because we were
together a lot.

And from there, we lived
together at the Theta House,

at the University
of Washington.

There was
the Theta House,

the Fiji House,
the Gamma Phi House.

They affectionately
call that "Greek Row,"

and it's sororities and
fraternities on both sides.

So we're right there.

I mean, we walked out
on the front steps,

you could see across the street
the entrance to the campus.

We walked on campus
every day,

right from the sorority,

and had a great
group of people

that we were around
all the time.

Everything was possible.

It was
a Saturday night,

and my parents
came up from Utah.

The tradition
in the Mormon faith

is that when you're 8 years old,
you get baptized,

and so I was going to have
my daughter Molly baptized,

and my dad was
gonna do the baptism.

And so we went out to dinner
the night before,

and Ted treated us
all to pizza.

He was
in a big hurry to go

after we were
done with pizza.

The next day,
he didn't show up.

He completely
missed the baptism.

He was probably
two hours late.

And, after it was all done,
he showed up at the church,

and he... I forget what
he said was the excuse;

car trouble
or something like that.

I was mad because
he was making me look bad

in front of my parents,

but, you know, we never
in our wildest dreams

thought he was out
abducting people.

The information
that has come to us

explained that
she had disappeared

on the early part
of June 1st.

I wasn't aware
that Brenda Ball had been

abducted that night
until many years later.

You know, she was seen
talking to a man

with a cast on his arm,

but the police
didn't connect it together

with the other abductions
that went on

in the Pacific Northwest.

We had these
giant trees out front

that covered the lights,

and so it was fairly dark.

I went down the steps,
and there was a man

that was at the foot of
the steps on crutches,

holding a gas can,
and he had a cast on his leg.

And he said,
"Can you help me?"

And I said, "Sure."

He goes,
"I ran out of gas.

"It's just up the way.

"I'm having a horrible time
trying to carry this gas can."

And I said,
"Okay, sure."

And so I picked it up,
and he said,

"I'm gonna put
some gas in the car,

"if you would get inside."

It was a Volkswagen bug.

And I got in,
and he said,

"When I tell you, in a minute,
there's a button

"that's underneath
the steering wheel area.

"If you would push that,
because I'm having car trouble."

And I'm like,
"Okay."

And he says, "Okay, well,
I'll let you know."

And I said, "Alright."

And so I'd been just
not a long time, maybe,

maybe a minute, maybe two;

all of the sudden,
it was just like...

it was just like
this cold chill.

I was like, "Wait,
something's not right here.

"This isn't right.
This just isn't right.

I mean, I just...
I just felt it, you know?

That sixth sense
that you have.

And I jumped up
out of the car,

and I took off running.

I said, "Sorry, bye!"
And I left.

And I never thought
a thing about it, ever,

until...

well, after George.

Georgann Hawkins
was last seen Monday evening,

shortly after midnight.

She had been visiting
at the Beta House,

and was returning to her house
just a half-block away,

down this alley.

Police believe she
went along this route,

and then somewhere
she disappeared.

She was walking
down the alleyway

towards our back door.

One of the Betas stuck
his head out and said,

"Hey, George,
where are you going?"

"I've got a Spanish
final in the morning.

"I gotta get back and study."

And so there was some activity
down the alleyway,

and she looked down,

and then looked back
at Dwayne and said,

"Okay, hasta luego,"
and waved goodbye to him.

And my room faced the alleyway,
and I was on the second story

with the window open studying,

and I didn't hear a sound.

So the next day,
we spoke to Mrs. Bates,

which was our house mother
at the time,

that lived in the sorority,

and immediately we had it
on the news that night.

It's unreal,
and it's a nightmare,

and nothing in anybody's
manual would prepare you

for something like this.

Mostly they're frightened,

and I sense
a good deal of anger.

Against whom?

Against anyone who
would feel they had the right

to walk into the middle
of a young lady's life

and disrupt it
in this way.

Do you suspect
foul play in this disappearance?

I think it's too
early to suspect any foul play.

We just got the case
this morning,

and it's hard to say whether
there's any foul play or not.

It was
all over the news.

When we walked out,
they were there.

They, being the reporters.

"We want to do
an interview.

"We want to get this."

And you can see,
I'm almost flip about it.

You knew Georgann
for quite a while,

didn't you?

I met
Georgann in December '72,

and she was very outgoing,
very outgoing,

and quite studious also.

Is she involved
in a lot of activities?

When I make
that little comment,

you can even see
the smile on my face.

"Well, she's quite
studious too."

When I said that,
I was being kind of funny,

because I wanted her mom,
specifically,

to know that she did study.

It wasn't like she was
partying or anything.

And after they cut
the cameras down,

I said, "Man, that's...

"George is gonna love
that I said that."

"She's
gonna love that I said that."

And we were kind of
giggling about it

because I never--
I honestly, at that time,

never believed for a moment
that she was gone,

that she was not
coming back to us.

Did she give you
any kind of idea

of where she was going
on the night

that she turned up missing?

Well, she went
and visited her boyfriend,

and she was
en route to home,

and she had a final
the next morning,

and she didn't show up
for the final.

I talked to the professor
the next day,

and he said
he was really surprised

that she didn't show up.

Of course, we had
no idea where George was.

We didn't...
I don't know.

In my mind, I just
knew she wasn't there,

but never in
a million years thought

she wasn't coming back.

Even though she's
never left before,

she never spent the night,
she never did any of that.

We always knew where she was.

She was very careful.

I pray
for her every night.

Heck, she's... still
very much in my world.

She really is.

When Georgann
Hawkins disappeared

from the University
of Washington,

immediately I thought
it was the same guy,

because he was so...
surreptitious.

He was so sneaky.

He just knew how to do it,

how to make somebody disappear.

It was just like, shoop!

The earth swallowed them up,
and they were gone.

I was getting
missing person notices

from the Seattle Police
Department, King County,

because I had friends
on both departments,

as well as my father's friends

that were helping
on the investigation.

So I was assigned
the missing girls case

because I had the most access
of any of the officers.

They were
popping up,

and I knew there
had to be a connection

because they all happened
on a college/university campus,

and they were
all the same age,

and they were all within a
couple of months of each other.

My theory was that
there was a nice-looking man

that was abducting
these girls,

and I think that
they're being murdered.

And with
the highway system

that had been developed,
at that time,

he could make it
from one place to another.

What is needed
is one overall master plan

for our roads
and highways.

In this plan, there will
be no intersections;

access will be controlled.

It will really united
all of our United States.

When the interstates
finally came to Seattle,

it was a real game-changer.

They allowed people
to go farther, faster,

and in a sense, more anonymously
than in the past.

It was giving you
high-speed access

to very rural
and wilderness areas.

It didn't take very long

for the dream of
the interstates,

the dream of social mobility,

to start morphing into
a kind of nightmare.

If you look
at a map of the region

where women were going missing,

it's pretty clear

that the killer was
using the highways

in order to find victims.

Most people
in Seattle had the thought

that Lynda Healy's case
was the beginning of something.

When Georgann Hawkins
went missing

from just blocks away
from where Lynda went missing...

Once Georgann disappeared,

women became unnerved.

It was a palpable nervousness.

The attention of the media
of course impacted that,

because it was starting
to be on the news every day.

All of
the missing college girls

were white females,
18-21 years of age.

Actually,
the president was

intentionally misleading
not only the American people,

but the congress as well.

At work, we had
the radio on all day long

because people were listening
to the Watergate hearings.

It just seemed
to go on forever,

but the reason I was listening
was that they would break in

with bulletins about
these abductions.

We caution
all young ladies

that they do not leave
with a stranger.

All the women
were scared.

All young women were--
it was on our minds.

We just want
to caution the young women

of our community.

I remember
just feeling sick.

What I was hungry to hear
was that somebody had been

arrested for it, so I
could stop thinking about it.

There was
a real pattern.

The women that had been
abducted all had long hair,

as did I.

And I mean, I think I was older
than the college students,

and so I didn't really
fit the profile,

but still had the long hair
parted in the middle,

and so I was scared to death.
Most women were.

And I think people that fit
a profile felt extra scared.

We were
stopped in our tracks.

Everything changed,
overnight.

As time marched on, we saw
that this was being duplicated

multiple times,
and it was frightening.

We didn't know that there were
predators like that out there.

We had no idea.
We had no idea.

No idea.

I mean, it just
stopped us in our tracks.

It was like
our fairytale world

had stopped for a moment.

In these last five cases,

they just vanished
for no apparent reason,

and we feel that we haven't come
to the end of our line here,

that there's
a good possibility

that this could happen again.

It was very eerily close
to the bone for all of us,

and in personal,
intimate ways.

Everybody knew somebody
who knew one of the victims.

My wife went to school
with Lynda Healy,

and if you lived here
at the time, as I did,

people dropped out of colleges,
they went back home.

It was a real reversal,
in some ways, for young women

who were feeling
more and more empowered.

These girls
were all becoming educated.

They were becoming
powerful young women

and getting to the point
with an education

that they could make
a difference in the world.

You're starting to feel
like you can do anything,

and all of a sudden,

you get walloped

by this sense
of helplessness.

The attendance
in my class tripled.

I was teaching one class
three times a week--

I ended up teaching
three times a day,

five days a week,
and two on Saturday,

until there were
so many classes

I couldn't teach them all.

The first
couple of years,

things were going
really splendidly,

but he wasn't ready to commit.

Ted didn't want
to get married,

even though I was
bugging him all the time

to commit to me.

Every time it started
to get weird with Ted,

I convinced myself
that the problem was me.

I think it had a lot
to do with self-esteem.

So I was really perplexed
about what was going on.

Things were
just plain weird

because he was
gonna be moving away

at the end of the summer,

and he had applied to law school
at the University of Utah,

and got accepted,

and it was really unclear
about whether we were

gonna move together or not.

When I would say, "What
about me coming with you?"

He'd say, "Well, you
can come if you want."

And it was like
so non-enthusiastic

that I thought,
"I don't want to."

But, I mean,
I fell in love with him

from day one.

We had several good years

where it was just really fun
and intense and wonderful,

and I think, kind of like almost
any addiction or any drug,

you keep thinking of
the first part of something,

and you think you can
get back to that state,

whereas things
started to change,

but I still was hopeful
that we would be in love

like we were
in the beginning.

I was sad
that we were losing him,

because I felt that we were.

I mean, I felt that
their relationship

had not been as close,

and I felt that
our relationship

had taken this
really horrid turn.

I remember we were
playing hide 'n go seek,

is how this started.

He had hid under a blanket,

and I came out
to the living room,

and I pulled
the blanket off him,

and he's naked.

And I say, in shock,
"You're naked,"

and he says, "Well, yeah, that's
because I can turn invisible,

"but my clothes can't, and I
didn't want you to see me."

And I'm chewing on that,

but he's running back to the
place you touch not to be it,

and I have to kind of
just give up

because I don't
want to be it,

and I'm running,
and I'm thinking,

and it just devolved
from there.

But my charitable
child explanation

I wanted to give him

was that he got carried away
with the fun of the game.

That he always broke rules
in these various ways,

and that this was
just another way

he just wasn't really
like other grownups.

Did you
tell your mom?

No.

It wasn't until many years
later that I told her.

I didn't want Ted
to get in trouble.

I didn't want him
to have to go away.

I didn't want him
to be banished,

which I was sure that
he would have been.

And I didn't want
to see my mom hurt.

Many times we'd
gone over to the Yakima River,

and floated down the river,

so we were doing it again
on a warm, sunny day.

So we were just
floating along.

It was just
beautiful, serene.

And I was sitting
on the edge of the raft,

and without warning,
he just popped up

and pushed me by the shoulders,
pushed me off the raft.

I was breathless

because it was so cold,
and it was so unexpected.

I was so shocked
that he did that,

I just, fortunately, grabbed
a rope that was hanging loose

on the raft, so that he
didn't float away from me.

And when I looked at him,
he looked like just vacant.

It was the strangest look,
like he was looking through me.

Didn't reach out
to help me back in.

It was like he was
far, far away in his head.

It was really,
really disturbing.

Lake Sammamish was,
up into the 60s,

it was a pretty kind of
remote, idyllic place.

It had a kind of hokey,
charming, old quality to it.

But on that day,
July 14th,

anybody who knows Seattle knows
that when the sun is shining,

and it's a beautiful day,
people want to be outside.

And they came
in droves that day.

There were something like
40,000 people there that day.

I notice a guy
that was walking down the beach,

a young man, probably
in his mid to late 20s.

He was wearing white shorts,

and it had a red stripe,

which immediately
caught my eye.

When he got closer, of course,
then I noticed he had

really curly hair,
and his left arm was in a sling.

It piqued my interest
because every time

he approached any
particular woman,

or group of
two or three women,

he was getting turned down,

and I just kept watching him,
and he eventually ended up

being literally
right in front of me,

and approached a young girl.

She was a young,
attractive, blond girl,

and he asked her words
to the effect,

"I need some help."

She's saying, "I just
got here," kind of a thing,

so obviously, going through
her mind is, you know,

"I'd like to help you out,
but, you know,

"I'm here to relax."

He kept on and on and on,

and he talks her into
whatever he talked her into.

He said something
about a catamaran,

and ultimately,
she gets up, reluctantly,

because she's like head down,

and I can't believe
I'm doing this,

and then started
walking back past me.

She had this frown
on her face like, you know,

I'm helping this guy
when I should be just,

you know, enjoying
myself on the beach.

And the end result is
she's no longer with us

because of her
being a nice person.

Later on that day,
Denise Naslund,

she had just gone
to the bathroom,

and she had her boyfriend there,
along with other people,

and why she would just
disappear like this,

and not show up,
something was wrong.

I was in the shower
when he called me.

It was the weekend
after we'd gone rafting,

and so I was mad at him
for what he did,

although we were
starting to talk again,

and he was all
chipper sounding,

and he said, "Do you want
to go eat something?"

And I said, "Okay."

I thought it was kind of odd

because we still weren't
getting along really well.

He came right over,
and I got dressed,

and we went to this bowling
alley and ate hamburgers.

That's when I noticed
that his eyes

were really close together,
you know?

His eyes, the weekend before,

had been really weird,

and then they were
really weird again.

And of course I didn't
think anything of it.

Then he wanted to
go home and sleep

because he was feeling sick,

and in hindsight, I always
thought that was really odd.

People were just
shocked that there could be

two abductions within
hours of each other,

from a crowded space.

What happened here?

As with all
searches of this kind,

the police and the searchers
have to contend

with the grim idea that there
might have been foul play.

But there really
are no clues,

no theories as to the
disappearance of the two girls.

We recognize
the tremendous job

that all of the police
officials have been doing

in this area,
the search and rescue units.

Everyone has just
been tremendous.

But if the addition of
individuals and private groups,

the information that
they might be able to get

that would be helpful,

can help with the
return of our daughter,

we would do anything
to facilitate that.

She's a beautiful,
wonderful girl.

So far,
we've gotten a few leads,

and a few volunteers
who apparently

have seen these girls
have come forward.

There were a potential
40,000 witnesses to this,

and many of them saw
or overheard

or were approached themselves.

He would approach
someone and say,

"Hi, my name is Ted."

The individual
had been overheard saying

his name was Ted,

so all of the sudden,
our suspect had a nickname.

After Lake Sammamish,

I went to the campus newspaper

and took in
the sketches of Ted,

and they did a full
page of his face,

said, "Have you seen this man?"

And he may have
been in Ellensburg

the day or maybe the day after
that that was in the newspaper.

A young woman
ran into my office,

and was pounding
on the newspaper,

"I've seen him, I've seen him,
I've seen him."

And then she tells me
there's another young woman.

It was the same day that
Susan Rancourt disappeared

from the library.

She said that she was
approached by a man

that looked like the sketch,

and that he had a bandage
on his arm, or a cast.

They weren't coincidental.
They were planned.

And that was the first time
that I had concrete evidence

that these were all related.

I used to get
phone calls from the detectives

about Georgann.

And it was right after
the Lake Sammamish incidents,

and once it came out
that they were missing,

and they talked about
this cast thing

and needing assistance,

I just thought, "Wow,
I wonder if that was him."

The thing that got me is,
"Can you help me?"

"I can't get this up there,
can you help me?"

And that's exactly
what he said to me.

I was brought in
to this case

after the women went missing
at the state park

because I was involved then
in a national project

on rape and violence,

and was asked, along with
another psychologist

from the Seattle
Police Department,

to do a profile
based on evidence

we were looking at
at that point.

I thought that
he was manipulative.

I thought he was
from the middle,

maybe even upper, class.

I thought that most of his
world revolved around women,

and he was after a type,

but the type is related more
to the inexperience, naivete,

rather than the sexuality
or high probability

of consensual
sexual intercourse.

He wasn't looking
for consent.

He was looking to overcome
and overpower these women.

We believed
his name was Ted.

The killer was Ted.

But Ted was not
a common West Coast name.

I had an intern at the time,

we both agreed
we only knew one Ted,

and that was Ted Bundy,

and we just went right on
with our conversation.

That was just
not even in our minds,

not at all.

Just not--
didn't twig to it.

I'm still carrying
that around.

When I first saw
the police artist's sketch,

that's when I said,

"My god...

"That looks like somebody
who was in my class.

"It looks like him,
but it can't be him."

And my first thought
was it was my duty,

both to the authorities
and to him,

to get it cleared up.

I called the King County
Sheriff's Department

because there was
a hotline set up,

and they were interested
in the fact that it had been

an abnormal psych course,

and they wanted
to know more about

his behaviour in the course,

and whether he showed
any abnormal behavior.

And I said,
"No."

And they said, "Well,
did he act really strange?"

And I said,
"No, not at all."

There was nothing,
nothing that I could see.

The morning when that
front page composite came out,

the foreman
showed up at work,

and he showed me,

and I scrutinized
that thing,

and looked from
different angles.

I couldn't see
anybody that I knew.

And then about
20 minutes later,

he walked over to Liz,

and he dropped that paper
in front of her.

And Liz turned white.

The blood just drained
right out of her face.

And he'd underlined
the name "Ted,"

and said, "Does this look
like somebody you know?"

And... it did.

It looked like my Ted.

And I just tried
to brush it off,

but I was really
gripped by fear.

Like, there's
something wrong here.

I looked at it
over and over and over again,

and when I got home,

I started going through
my photo albums,

and pulled out a picture of Ted
that looked very similar.

Like, the jawline
was the same.

And I took the picture
and went down to my friend

and showed her, and we
both were kind of stunned

by how much it
looked like Ted.

She said to me,
"You don't go with somebody

"for four years and not
know what they're about.

"How could you
even think that?"

But there are all
these coincidences.

Like, I couldn't let it go.

I also
read in the paper

that some witnesses from the
abduction of Georgann Hawkins

had encountered
a man with crutches.

I was so shocked.

I'd seen crutches
in Ted's room.

And so it's like,
"No."

I was,
moment by moment,

having my mind
switch around.

Like, could he be
doing these things?

It made no sense
whatsoever.