Look at Henry.
He's pleasant.
He's non-threatening.
And actually,
a killing machine.
A killing machine.
None of the known
serial murderers
approaches the record of
Henry Lee Lucas.
Henry Lee Lucas
has killed 100 women.
At least 360 people.
Lucas was a drifter
who murdered at random
during an eight-year spree.
Either they found the world's
worst serial killer,
or it was the biggest hoax
in American
criminal justice history.
I would give him a pencil.
He would sit there
and draw pictures
and describe
what they were wearing,
how they were killed.
Shootings, strangulations,
knifings...
I've killed 'em
in every way there is.
Lucas was confessing
to any unsolved murder
put before him.
I started getting calls
from law enforcement all over.
People say,
"Why? Why are you doin' it?"
It was making him feel as though
he was contributing.
They didn't treat him
as a killer, but as a friend.
Uh-oh, you got the handcuffs?
Henry never lived so good.
Every day they brought him
a strawberry milkshake.
It was like he was a movie star.
From that point,
it went to hell
in a handbasket quick.
What I'd been believing
for all these years
was Henry did it.
There is not one shred
of evidence
to show that Lucas
killed my mother.
The police work
was less than competent.
There's a lot of emotions
with that.
A hundred ninety-seven cases
were closed
that should still be open.
We were up against
very powerful people.
I don't know if someone
has something to hide.
There's nobody else
gonna solve 'em except me.
He was playin' them
like a violin.
He lied, lied, lied.
If Lucas didn't kill
all those people,
who did?
