01x03 - Michael

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I used to work at the Five Oaks

in Greenwich Village.

The time at the Five Oaks,
it's like this movie

that happened for part of my life.

I have memories of the steps.

The old telephone booth.

The Formica on the top of the service bar.

I wish I could go back.

It would be like
I could live my life there for eternity.

And then all of a sudden,
everything was taken away.

Is there a serial k*ller
stalking men at g*y bars in our area?

Police determined that the bags held

the neatly severed head and arms
of Michael Sakara.

He liked to get up and sing a song.

Sakara was g*y, lived alone in Manhattan,

and was last seen alive at this piano bar
in Greenwich Village on Thursday night.

Authorities say
there are striking similarities

between Sakara's m*rder and the discovery
of other dismembered male bodies

outside New York City
over the past two years.

When Michael was m*rder*d,

it was devastating.

It was so frightening,
'cause everyone is a suspect.

Well, it's got, what is it? Turkey and...

They like fish.

They both have husky.

That's a recyclable.

I know.

These are bronzed baby shoes.

And these are Michael's.

My mother had each one of us done,

our shoes, each.

She probably would have liked
to have bronzed us.

Isn't he quite the handsome dude?
How old would he have been in that one?

- Couple-- two?
- That looks like a three-year-old.

Two or three.

This was Christmas.

This was Christmas
at our house in Youngstown.

Michael's as tall as the tree.

He was tall.

My brother is 12 years older than I am.

He was my rock.

My parents probably suspected
Michael was different,

the whole time he was growing up.

We were born in Youngstown, Ohio.

You know, the streets were safe,

and you could be outside
'til the streetlights came on.

Youngstown was a big sports haven.

But Michael was really sensitive

and more interested in books

than women or girls.

I said he was a nerd
'cause Michael was extremely smart.

He skipped a grade.

He went through
a bazillion kinds of hobbies.

He liked plants and flowers,
and he painted and drew.

Michael was, I think, 17.

He wanted to get out of Youngstown,

probably away from my father,
my parents.

My parents were a little

combative with each other,

and sometimes with us.

Michael,

he grounded me, and I felt protected.

I was five when he left

and I was devastated, I remember.

He was too young to join the army

so they had to sign for him to join,
which they did.

Michael almost made the full three years

and they gave him
an undesirable discharge.

Policy of the department is

that we do not employ
h*m* knowingly

and that if we discover
h*m* in our department,

we discharge them.

He was outed in the Army.

It's a pretty f*cked-up society

when the army gives me
a medal for k*lling a man

and a dishonorable discharge
for loving one.

He was really bummed.

Michael figured if my family knew,

you know, they'd be embarrassed.

My father,

he was not happy.

He was not happy about that.

He certainly didn't want
Michael to be g*y.

Really? Really?

I think Michael coming out
did soften the blow for me.

My mother said,
"Oh, no, not another one."

Something like that.

That was a little bond,
you know, between us.

We got together, together-together in '93.

Correct.

- You got that right.
- Right before

Michael was m*rder*d.

We went away for a weekend,

whitewater rafting in the Animas River.

And when we get home,

we're unpacking our stuff
from our great weekend,

and she got a phone call.

I think they just said

something like,
"We have bad news about your brother,

and he was m*rder*d."

I was in shock,
when my brother was m*rder*d,

I was in shock.

I was trying to get an understanding

of what she was going through,
which I had a good sense of anyway.

But Mar was not really able to respond.

And then later, I got some details

and I just blacked out.

As Ron CalAndrea was getting ready
to open his hot dog truck last Saturday,

at this roadside lookout
above the Hudson River,

he saw an unfamiliar plastic bag
in his trash can.

It didn't seem real.

You know, when I looked at this head,
and a medical examiner came,

it seemed like I was watching a movie.

Police determined that the bags held

the neatly severed head
and arms of Michael Sakara,

a 56-year-old typesetter
for the "New York Law Journal."

The arms were removed,
the legs were removed,

the head was decapitated,
and the torso cut in half.

I found out about the Michael Sakara case
when Rockland County District Attorney

sent out a teletype.

Michael Sakara

is almost identical to Mulcahy.

We went up to Rockland County
on Monday morning

and had a big meeting

and we brought all our stuff with us.

We showed Steve Colantonio,
who was the detective at the time.

If we look at the timeline
that we're working,

1991, we have Peter Anderson.

July '92, we have Thomas Mulcahy.

May of 1993,

we wound up getting Anthony Marrero.

With Mulcahy, there was a compass saw.

We had a number of latex gloves

that we found with the body.

Then the Marrero m*rder,
there was an Acme bag

that his head was contained in.

We tracked down the keyhole saw.

We tracked down the gloves.
We tracked down the bag.

Everything came to Staten Island.

After all these murders,

we're thinking,
is he gonna make a mistake?

Then all of a sudden,
two months later, in July,

now we have Michael Sakara.

After the meeting,
it's decided that we're gonna do this.

We're gonna work together as a group.

We have Manchester PD, Haverstraw PD,
Rockland County, New York State Police,

New Jersey State Police,
Pennsylvania State Police,

and Ocean County Prosecutor's Office,

known as the Task Force.

You know, back in that day,

you couldn't be out everywhere.

But in New York, Michael was out.

If you asked him, he would tell you,
yes, you know, he was g*y.

'67, a high school friend and I

decided to go to New York
and visit Michael.

We'd have free place to stay.
It was a big trip.

So he brought all his friends.
We had a party.

He had lots of friends,
and different partners over the years.

The rest of the world is having to notice

what it used to try to ignore,
is finding out that h*m*

no longer meekly melt away
under the blast of scorn,

ridicule, or hatred.

Let them see, I'm out.

The 1980s will be upon us!

He said, I have everything I need
and want right here.

They're closed here.

Son of a b*tch. Where are we going?

This is now downtown.

The Village, it's like our space
and we really can have a good time

without feeling uncomfortable.

That's why they lock us in down here, so--

- No--
- Make sure we're safe.

Michael Sakara, he was an out g*y man.

And that was okay.

Different.

We knew more about him.

As opposed to Peter and Tom,
who were both pretty closeted,

and Anthony Marrero was a sex worker

who was having kind of marginal existence
in some way or another.

So, Michael Sakara's m*rder,

I think, really rattled the community

in a much deeper way than the other ones.

Because Michael Sakara was
like a lot of, like, older g*y men

who would, you know,
go to their piano bar near them,

and just hang out and meet
other people that they knew.

The Five Oaks is very pleased
to have this evening Miss Lisa Hall.

So let's have a big welcome for Lisa.

Okay. Are you filming this now?
Are you gonna let me see what I look like?

I can see it now but, God, I look huge.

No, you don't.

You look amazing. You look amazing.

Welcome to the Five Oaks.

You know,
I started coming to the Five Oaks...

I started working
at the Five Oaks, like, 1974.

This, like, 45-seat restaurant
with a piano and a bar,

a horseshoe bar with 13 seats.

And there was a piano player, Marie Blake,

and she was sitting there
and she was like...

Like, it was strange,
but it was also appealing.

Five Oaks has been a long-time place
for the q*eer community to hang out.

I went to the Five Oaks a lot.
It was a great place.

You know, good drinks, nice environment.

Marie Blake would come and sing.

It really was like this little family

of people in the village,

and people would say,
"Oh, I have to go get a Five Oaks fix."

It was a "Cheers" kind of bar.

You know, I used to say that

but I never watched "Cheers."

But I would say that Michael Sakara
was definitely a character.

Who sat in the same seat every week.

He was like the mayor of the bar
or something, greeting everybody

and, like, the director of the atmosphere

or the energy that was gonna
happen at the bar.

I used to go to the Duplex
down the street,

and I walked into the Five Oaks one night.

And I met this fascinating person.

And we started talking.

What attracted me
was that he was a big guy.

He was burly. All these things I liked.

And then I got to know him,
and I liked him even more.

Ten or eleven years we were together.

We went to the Five Oaks
almost every night.

Boy, that makes me sound
like a boozehound.

And he drank a lot.

Nothing but Cutty Sark.

He was a Scotch guy.

Marie Blake!

Michael was larger than life.

But we would come home,
and behind closed doors,

there was another side.

He was very loving and caring.

I haven't thought about
some of this stuff in years.

We were madly in love.

And we did everything together.

Until, like, the last year

when it started to fade.

It was like a matter of months

after we broke up, that I got the call

that he had been m*rder*d.

I wanted to be able
to hold him and hug him again.

It's a part of my life
I'll never get back.

Michael's m*rder set a spark of fear
in the Village, in the g*y community.

Everyone was vulnerable.

And the timing of the death
between Anthony Marrero

and Michael Sakara was pretty close.

It was only a few months.

And so we were super concerned that
this guy is gonna strike again.

We don't know when.

And could I be next?

Michael's m*rder really amped things up.

Did people get copies
of all of this stuff?

There's the purple thing,
which is a Safe Bars thing

that we're handing out to the bar owners.

The Safe Bar campaign was created

to really reach out to the bars.

Hi.

I'm from the Anti-Violence Project.

This is about the g*y serial k*ller
that's going on around.

We're trying to get people
to come forward with information with--

about the serial k*ller here in New York.

And second, we're trying to
hand out some safety tips for men

to think about before they
bring someone home with them.

I mean, one of the things
to do is to talk to people,

you know,
like introduce that person to a friend.

Introduce that person to the bartender.

And let somebody you know,
know what you're doing.

"I'm going to his house.
He's coming to my house."

You know,
some information so that it's not that,

that when we leave bars,

we're just disappear and we're gone.

But that somebody knows
that we went home with somebody.

It's just looking out for each other.

And I think it's important
that as a community that we do that.

If you have any information
about it at all.

g*y activists in New York say

it doesn't matter
whether the k*ller or K*llers

are h*m* or hate h*m*,

or whether the victims were too trusting.

There's no shame in any of this.

The shame is in not catching these people.

The crime is in what these people do.
Not you taking someone home.

Don't stop going out.

Don't stop having a good time.
Don't stop picking up people for sex.

But let's do this in a careful way.

In a sex-positive way.
In a party-positive way.

Do not allow this to take away

even more joy in our lives
than HIV and A*DS had done.

You know, we don't need
another thing to bring us down.

I probably spent more time with Michael

in my life then than anybody else

because he would come in every night.

I was with him from 9:00 at night

until 4:00 in the morning.

The beginning of the night
was this great party.

I was working,
and all these people came in

and I have pictures of that night still.

Michael would always sing

at the end of the night,
and Marie would call him up.

And it was always so poignant,
'cause you knew when he sang

that it was almost over, the night,
and you were ready to go home.

He had a great voice.

Yeah.

Michael's favorite song was
"I'll Be Seeing You."

After my stroke,

my mind is a little foggy
on certain things.

But to me,

it's always gonna be Michael's song.

When Michael sang it, it--

that night, it was beautiful.

But then after the fact,

it was almost like a premonition.

And then it kind of got real slow.

Michael and I were left at the bar.

I swear we were there, like,
two and a half hours by ourselves.

Then, something happened.

You know, I'll never forget it.

This man came down the steps. Clean cut.

I think he had a light blue collar shirt.

You know, regular haircut.
Not real long or anything.

And he sat down next to Michael.

Now, there's 13 seats here,
and he sat right next to him.

He didn't, like, have a bar stool apart.

And I just thought, that's so odd.

He ordered a scotch and water.

I give him the drink and Michael says,

"Lisa, this is so and so.
He's a nurse at Saint Vincent's."

Michael must know him.
He's introducing him as a nurse.

But he wasn't someone I remember
ever waiting on before.

Michael introduced me to this man.

I just remembered it was a common name.

I remembered it by saying
his name was like John or Mark.

After, you know, this guy came in, I said,

"Oh, thank goodness,
I can start getting ready for last call,"

and start cleaning up and stuff.

The manager at the time said,
"I'll just clean up the rest."

So everybody tipped me
and I was, like, out the door.

Within that short amount of time,

Michael, I guess, decided
to take a ride with this man.

We thought, okay,
this is a really good lead.

This is as close as we've ever gotten.

After Michael Sakara's k*lling
came to light,

it was shocking that
the task force was created

and the NYPD was not part of it.

There's a lot of people
that are very scared, Andy.

And one of the reasons why I--
that the media,

that I'm scared, and one of the reasons
that the media is not covering it all

is that we have
an anti-g*y police commissioner.

Police Commissioner Kelly
has a long track record

of being completely insensitive
to g*y and l*sbian issues.

That makes people feel
like maybe they're not safe,

and maybe a m*rder*r
isn't gonna get caught.

Where does that leave you?

This is just one more case of

insensitivity from the police department
to this g*y community.

There's anger.

You're outraged that
something like this could happen.

We were just desperate to find a way
to get the police department's attention,

and the public's attention.

And I was organizing things
to draw attention to the case,

writing letters to
the police commissioner,

whatever we could possibly do.

It's not our job to be linking crimes

for the police department.

It's their job to be going out
and catching offenders.

And they're not doing it in these cases.

They're just extremely withholding.

Unless there is a lot of
public pressure around a case

where they feel they have to address it.

We're posting a $10,000 reward

for anybody that has information
that leads to the arrest

and conviction of the perpetrator.

We were willing to put up $10,000.

Why aren't you doing more?

We were just hammering the mayor
and the police commissioner

to talk about there being
a serial m*rder*r,

going after g*y men.

At long last,

there was a press conference
with the mayor

and the NYPD police commissioner.

The Anti-Violence Project gathered here

with Mayor Dinkins
and members of his administration

in response to the serial murders

of g*y men throughout
the metropolitan region.

The worst result of
a pickup crime is m*rder.

And unfortunately, today it appears

that we are indeed faced with
such a tragic circumstance.

That's why we're joining forces

to try to solve these tragic crimes
and to better protect our residents.

So you have to say, I'm grateful,
but what took so long?

We're encouraging reporting.

We acknowledge the fact that
crimes have been underreported.

We acknowledge the fact
that there has been,

some tension in the past,

and hopefully this is
going to bridge that gap.

Well, I think I'm a professional
law enforcement executive,

and I've been in the business
for 30 years.

And the fact that I'm a member
of the Emerald Society

has no effect on my ability
to govern the agency.

You're the police commissioner.

What kind of a signal are you sending
to the g*y community?

Even today, after we have reports
of seemingly related dismemberments,

we have four people assigned
to work on it from the NYPD.

There were 312 officers
assigned to protect

Saint Patrick's Cathedral
on g*y Pride Day.

So if we're looking at raw numbers
and raw resources,

no, there's not been much,
not much applied to this case.

We're going to build trust
through this project

where there's been an absence of trust.
We're gonna...

After the press conference,

there was a lot more
attention from the media.

But to the mainstream media,

Sakara was still a g*y man
that hung out at g*y bars.

The last victim frequented
a bar in the West Village.

You know,
the other people are gonna think,

"Well, this is just, you know,
another g*y person."

And it's so judgmental
because it's a human being

who was a wonderful person,
and it shouldn't have anything to do

what someone's sexual orientation is.

The media never gave
the description of Michael

that he deserved.

It was more,
"Another g*y man bites the dust."

When the serial murders
were finally covered,

the mainstream media, they wrote about it
in kind of a salacious way.

Like Mike McAlary,
who was at "The Daily News."

You know, he's the one
that called it the Last Call k*ller.

McAlary's articles were very inflammatory.

I do remember
when he came up with that name,

"Last Call k*ller,"
and I thought it was offensive,

and anti-g*y, frankly.

It's talking about,
"Okay, you've been drinking.

You're desperate to take somebody home,
and look what happens."

He was blaming
the person for the situation

that they might have
gotten themselves into.

It's this belief that these relationships

are somehow weird and kinky,

and weird, kinky things happen,
and people die sometimes.

With all the publicity,
after the press conference,

you know, the "Last Call k*ller" article
in "The Daily News,"

now we have NYPD onboard with us.

We thought we were gonna have this

wrapped up in a week or two.

We were working 16-hour days.

We were doing a day shift
and a night shift.

With Lisa Hall,

and what she had seen,

we gathered up all names
of nurses that worked at Saint Vincent's,

male nurses by the name of Mark or John.

At the same time,

the night shift especially
was going down to the bars.

You're just always hoping somebody
comes up to you and says,

"Hey, you know, it may not mean nothing,

but there's this guy, you know,
maybe you want to look at him."

You know, that's what you're hoping for.

That's where the help
of Donna Malkentzos came in

from NYPD bias task force.

And I want to bring to your attention,

I wore my g*y pride Crocs.
I had to, like, you know, break the ice.

What better person to work the task force

than a g*y person,

who has homicide experience,

who has worked in a squad
and dealt with it?

So, I guess I fit the bill,
you know, across the board.

I got such a kick, though, out of Donna,

and then you always had those guys
who thought they were gonna convert her.

You know, to which my reply would be:
"Been there, done that."

I feel like maybe I broke
some barriers down

between the community
and the police department.

When Donna walked in,

everybody was like,
"Hey, it's Donna Malkentzos," you know?

And people were much more
willing to talk to us.

And we did come up with information
based on some of that.

I worked with Donna.

We had good relationships with most
of the people in the bias crime unit.

They were the one unit

connected to the community,
and wanted to do the work.

It was good, 'cause I felt like

finally these different jurisdictions
are working together.

I felt some hope
that they were gonna actually

solve the case.

When I was at the Five Oaks,
there was a homeless guy

that was outside,
that did give me a semi-script of a car.

I learned, only from working in the city,
homeless people see everything.

People ignore them,
so they really see everything.

So, we get the composite.

He was a Mark.

And he worked at Saint Vincent's.

This one is the composite
that led us to that one nurse.

Apparently, he had homes
in Manhattan and Staten Island.

We felt like we were hot on the heels.

I remember he had a big tub,

and I was like, "Oh, we got him!

Tub, there's where
he drained all the blood."

We took major case fingerprints
from this individual.

We compared them to what we had
from the other cases.

But...

it was a dead end.

We eliminated the nurse
from Saint Vincent's through fingerprints.

As good as the leads were, they weren't.

They thought this was the guy,

and when it didn't turn out,
I knew they were so--

they were upset.

It sucked in plain English.
I don't know how else to put it,

but it was not a good feeling.

I mean, any time you go,

you know, you think you
have something, it's a dead end,

it's depressing.

But the worst thing you could do,
in police work, is tunnel vision.

Well, it's very frustrating.

You never like to think that

someone that's done this
is smarter collectively

than all the investigators working on it.

Leads would come in on a daily basis.

The task force started to dwindle down.

There was other things happening.

So, unfortunately homicides don't stop,
even if you're working another case.

That '93 task force, it ended like
a few months after it started.

When they decided
to disband the task force,

I was upset being told, "That's it."

It was almost like
they threw in the fishing rod,

you know,
and then there's all fish around,

and then they got tired
and reeled it in.

And you had, you had to leave.

Meanwhile,
all the fish is still out there.

They just walked away. Walked away.

Without telling anyone.
Without an explanation.

We were all just dumbfounded.
Like, how could you disband this?

I mean, these cases do take
a long time to pursue,

and they were just getting going.

It was breathtakingly...

I don't know, horrible.
Like, what is wrong with you people?

We were just so frustrated.

So, Matt Foreman and I took mannequins,

and we went through Chelsea
and the West Village and then City Hall.

We used the cherry picker to go up
and swing body parts over the lights.

Just to raise some visibility.

To show the shadow over the city
and the city's inaction.

And we wanted to make that visceral.

After the task force disbanded, you know,

the violence didn't stop.

So it wasn't like this was
the only thing that we were doing.

We're already looking at four possible
anti-g*y murders that have happened

so far this year that we've documented.

I was seven years,

or eight years on,
an adrenaline high. Really.

He punched me in my face.

It was just too much, you know?
It's just like, you know,

when you get to a point
where stories start

to blend in together?

Anti-violence project held a goodbye party
for its longtime executive director

Matt Foreman last week.

Eventually, I felt that

I couldn't summon up
the anger that I needed to have

because I was so worn out.

I remember a crime
was reported to me that morning,

and I'd always been like,

"Okay, what are we going to..."
like, furious.

And I just thought,
"Oh, another one of these."

And that's when I said, "I gotta go."

That's not a good place to be.

And I was kind of
at that place at the end.

And I really needed to get out.

After there's a m*rder,

of somebody that you spend
a lot of time with,

your life changes for a while.

You'll never forget that whole thing

in your life, no matter how old you go.

I can say I got very, very depressed.

And then the bar got slow.
People were afraid to come in.

And it closed.

It was a sad time.

To be there knowing that
Michael wasn't coming back there...

It was just too difficult,

for me, and the Five Oaks community.

I remember that love very well.

We shared so much,
and nothing can take that away.

It's still in here.

Unfortunately, we never got
a chance to mend bridges.

But I would have,

had I been given the opportunity.

I thought of Michael almost every day,

just missing him,
just missing knowing he was there.

Now, you know,
if I wanted a shoulder to cry on,

I had Karen, but I didn't have my brother.

I kind of figured it was a cold case

and they probably might
never find Michael's k*ller.

I and other people involved in this case,

were profoundly disappointed
that no one had been caught.

And we knew he was still out there.

But, the lack of attention to the case

it fell away from people's minds,
as things do.

So while this case started to fade away,
the world was changing for our community.

America, this day marks
the return from exile

of the g*y and l*sbian people.

It was one of the largest demonstrations
ever in the nation's capital.

The goal of the march?

To demand civil rights protection,
more funding for A*DS research,

and an end to the ban
on gays in the military.

President Clinton
finally made it official today.

As expected, he retreated
from his campaign promise

to lift the ban on gays in the military.

Where do you want
to see things go from here?

I want to see people get out of Washington
and tell Bill Clinton to get off his a*s

and sign a full executive order

that's gonna get rid of the ban
on gays in the military.

Nothing less.

The shot heard around the world
for the transgender community,

was the m*rder of Brandon Teena.

This just happens.
It's part of the culture.

It's always been part of the culture.

We've been the part that's been
swept under the carpet.

And now we're coming out
and saying, "Mm-mm, no more."

Doctors have been encouraged by studies
that combinations of drugs

were superior to one in fighting A*DS.

The protease inhibitors should provide
a potent new weapon.

It was the day g*y rights
groups in Colorado

and across the country were waiting for.

The Supreme Court ruled yesterday

Colorado can't discriminate
against g*y men

and lesbians.

Susan, I'm g*y.

Yeah, I think it made
a big impact on straight people,

and facilitated conversation.

- Matthew Shepard.
- Never forget!

Matthew Shepard.

It is simple. h*m* kills.

Our families, our friends,
the slumbering nation.

Together, we can defeat h*m*.

Together, we can, we must defeat hate.

In those years after the task force,

I was nervous.

Have the murders stopped?

Or did the person die?
Is the person in jail?

Did the person move?

Is the person still k*lling people

and we're just not finding the bodies?

All these things are going through,
you know, at least my mind.

In the dumpster...

On April 24th, 1999...

Got away with the other two murders.

...I'm watching a show at home
called "The New Detectives."

The detectives would pin their hopes
on the latest method

of fingerprint technology.

During the show,
they're talking about a new way

to get fingerprints off of plastic bags.

This vacuum metal deposition process.

Delivering conclusive evidence
in more situations

than any other fingerprint method...

I made a note of it.

Originally, we didn't get prints
from the Mulcahy bags,

so I got very excited.

We had fingerprints from the Marrero case
and the Anderson case.

We were never happy
with the fact that we didn't have prints

from the Mulcahy m*rder.

At the time, only two places
in North America had the ability

to do this vacuum metal deposition.

So we called our friends in Toronto.

And, a couple months later,

they were able to lift
fingerprints from the bag.

About that same time,
you have a couple things going on.

You have AFIS beginning
to be known as IAFIS, which is

the Integrated Automated
Fingerprint Identification System,

which is the FBI linking
everybody's AFISes throughout the country.

The database kept increasing in size,

because now we're working with information
from other states.

So we sent the prints out
to police agencies all across the country.

The computer produces
a list of possible matches

within minutes.

And initially, it comes back as, "No hit."

Back then, a lot of police agencies
didn't have everything in,

in the expanded, the AFIS system yet.

So, the decision is made
to send the fingerprints

manually to every state.

I received these fingerprints
in the mail from New Jersey

and entered them into our system.

The AFIS came online in Maine in 1998,

which was one of the reasons
why we had received

a lot more unsolved cases
across the country

to run in our database.

But the odds of their suspect
being in our system,

I thought would be nonexistent.

When I scanned in the prints,

I'm looking at the screen,
I was like, "Wow."

It matched this one card in our system.

So let's go further, and we'd go further
up the print and along ridge detail,

and found that there were
more and more areas

on the prints that agreed.

In order to verify it,

I had to retrieve
the actual fingerprint card.

I want to know if what I saw on the screen

is actually what I'm gonna see when I look
at the comparison side by side.

And they agreed. It was the same print.

Oh, my gosh. It was just shock.

I can't put it into words.

The suspect was here in Maine,
and his card's in the system from 1973.

He said, "Let me get a pen,
and I'm gonna have to sit down."

Name, Richard W. Rogers Jr.