Murder Will Out

A strange doctor weird. Good evening. I mean, won't you? Why, what's the matter? You seem a bit nervous. Perhaps the cemetery outside this house is up sexual. With everything far worse than cemetery. For instance, a mad desire to kill.

It's in the story I want to tell you tonight. A story I call murder wheel out. My story, murder, will out, begins in a large park of an eastern metropolis. It is late at night, and the park is all but deserted.

Near a small underpass, a young man stands leaning against a tree, whistling softly. And he hears the approaching footsteps. He becomes tense. Good evening. What do you want? You're very young and beautiful. Please let me pass.

Please let me pass. Your throat is white, soft and lovely. If you don't get away from me, I'll scream. I only want to put my hands around your throat. I'll stare at you! Get struggled!

I like it when I struggle. But they never break my grip. I'm too strong! Good morning there. Morning? Hello? Did you have to work so late in the office last night? Well, it was after one when you got home.

Oh, I'm sorry Helen, but you know how busy I get towards the end of the month. Morning paper coming up here? Yes, here it is. Philip, they found another girl strangled to death last night.

Oh, you don't say. Isn't it horrible? Five young girls in less than two months. It's getting so hard, afraid to go out alone at night. Oh, Philip, speaking of going out, will you be working tonight? Well, I don't know yet. Why do you ask?