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can I ask you something?

Do you feel any remorse
for killing all those boys?

Jason, I never killed anyone.

Look, I took three
and a half hours of truth serum

and they found that I had no knowledge
whatsoever of the crimes.

Yeah yeah, but would you
feel bad if you did?

Why would I feel bad?

Those hustling bitches got
what they deserved.

Nobody asked them to go out there
on the streets selling their asses.

They were just begging to be killed
and that's exactly what they got.

No, but they weren't
all prostitutes, John.

There were other kids too.

What kids?
I don't know what you're talking about.

How did you lure them
into your house?

What was your method?

You can get anyone
to do anything you want

if you play on their fear.

And the feeling of energy
you get from someone's fear

is unlike anything
you could ever imagine.

Tell me about that.

I don't want to talk
about all this negative bullshit.

What I want to talk about is that skimpy
letter your brother Alex sent me.

I thought you told him
that I wanted more details.

I did, I did, John.
But he... you know, he's stubborn.

I can't control him.
He does whatever he wants.

Oh really?

Well, you said to me,
and I quote:

"My brother looks up to me
like I'm a hero.

When I tell him to jump,
he says, 'How high?"'

Well, he hasn't been
in the best of moods lately, John.

He keeps getting his ass kicked every day,
so just cut the kid some slack.

What the fuck is
he getting his ass kicked for?

What is he, some kind of a pussy?

No, he... no, he's not a pussy.

He just... the other kids are
a lot bigger than him.

Oh, fuck that.
You need to jump in there, Jason.

You need to be a fucking man.

You get a 2x4 and you crack
this cocksucker's head open if you have to.

You don't want people saying that the Moss
brothers are a bunch of pussies, do you?

No no, of course not.

Oh, Jason,

you and I are a lot alike.

But your brother Alex...
now he's not as strong as us, you know.

So he needs
to be led by example.

And the same thing applies
to the bedroom.

You know?

I've been giving this
a lot of thought lately:

You know, you two,

you can get each other off
just as well as anybody else can.

You know, your brother,
he's in a bad mood

'cause he obviously isn't getting any.

Don't you see what a waste that is?

Nobody would ever have to know.

All you gotta do

is slip into his bed one night and start
rasslin' with him till you get him hard.

And then you let your head
drift down into his crotch,

and then you put it in your mouth.

And then he'll resist

and he'll fight at first.

But after awhile, he'll get into it

and he'll let you finish the job.

You know what, John?
My mom's coming. I gotta go.

Fuck.

This is Jason. Leave a message.

I'm sorry, sir,
there's no one available at this number.

Please try your call again later.

All right, that's it, people.

Don't forget the due date
of your term paper is coming up

and I am expecting
nothing short of brilliance.

Goodbye.

Jason?

Can I see you for a minute?

So what's up?

You're missing class. And when you are
in class, you don't ask any questions,

not that I miss that.

I think maybe you got involved
with something that...

You're not my father, okay?
I get enough of this shit from my parents.

You're gonna get your precious
term paper, but in the meantime,

just get off my back about it.

What?

You have a collect call
from inmate John Gacy

from the Menard Correctional Center.
Will you accept the charges?

- Yeah, I accept.
- Thank you.

Jason, where the hell have you been?
I've been calling you for days.

Well, I've been busy, John. Okay?
I have a life, you know?

What did you do?
You find someone else?

- What are you talking about?
- What are you, writing to another inmate?

What, I'm not good enough
for you anymore?

John, John, it's not like that, okay?

You think you can just ignore me?
That's not how it works.

You don't play both ends against
the middle with me, you little shit.

- I won't tolerate it!
- Hey hey hey, John,

just calm down.

Do you have any idea who I am
and what I'm capable of?

Because I know who you are
and where you live.

For all you know, I could have
somebody sitting outside right now

watching you and your family.

What are you talking about?

You know exactly what
I'm talking about.

Don't play me, Jason.

Remember who I am.

How could I forget?

And don't go taking your friendship
away from me

and I won't have to take something
away from you, you got it?

Yeah, I got it.

Remember who I am.

Always remember who I am.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck.

Oh, you think you scare me, huh?
You think you scare me?

Huh? Well, I got you, you fuck.

FBI!
On the fucking ground.

Put your fucking hands up!
On the ground!

Who are you talking to?

No one.

Why isn't the car washed? I asked you to
wash the car before we left for Grandma's.

- I am not going to Grandma's.
- What do you mean, you're not going?

It means I'm not going!

Look, I just have a lot of important things
on my plate right now.

I can't be worried about going
to Grandma's house.

- Oh really?
- Yeah.

Well, then maybe your father
and I should stop worrying

about paying the bills around here
and you can start fending for yourself.

Yeah, maybe you should.

Fuck.

Hey, where are you going
in such a hurry, faggot?

- None of your business.
- Huh?

- Fuck off, Marcus.
- Come on, man.

Get the fuck out of my face.

Oh, you're fucking dead.

- Hey hey!
- Jason, what the heck?

Jason, that's enough!

Stop!

Stop it, let's go!

- Hey! Hey, you two!
- Come on.

Ah!

Hey, Jason.

Jason?

- What's with him?
- What else is new?

Where have you guys been?

You know I wanted
to leave before it gets too dark.

We got held up.
Why does he get to stay?

Because your brother's going through
some teenage life crisis.

Go get your bag.
Let's go.

Sure, let's just worry
about psycho Jason.

Go get your bag.

Go!

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Jesus!

What are you doing here?

What are you doing with a gun?

Well, there's been
a bunch of break-ins,

so we... we got it
to protect ourselves.

Oh.

Hey, do you want
to come in for a second?

I mean, as long as you're here,
you know?

Okay, just for a second.

Hello?

I have a collect call
from inmate John Gacy.

Yes, I accept.

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Go ahead, sir.

Jason, they denied my appeal.

They're gonna kill me
in six fucking days.

My fucking piece-of-shit lawyer
said it would never happen.

John, John, slow down.
I can't understand you.

- No, wait, Alyssa, don't leave.
- Forget it, you made your choice.

Jason, are you listening to me?
They're gonna kill me in six days!

Okay, John, slow down. Alyssa!

- Who the fuck is Alyssa?
- Jason, forget it! I'm done, okay?

I thought you said
you didn't have a girlfriend.

- It doesn't matter, John.
- I thought you were my friend.

I thought I could trust you.

Wait wait,
what are you saying, John?

You pussy-whipped
little cocksucking piece of shit!

John?

Fuck!

Fuck!

The room is nice. I like it.

I always close the curtains too.

So?

On the bed.

How original.

Take off your stockings.

How do you want it?

Lie down on the bed...

on your stomach.

On your stomach.

- What are you doing?
- Just stop talking.

I'm not comfortable with this.

- Just stay still.
- Motherfucker, let me go!

- Shut up, shut up.
- Stop it!

Someone... no! No!

- What are you fucking doing, huh?
- Stop!

What are you doing?
Just shut up.

Shut up. Shut up.

Shut the fuck up!

Shut up.

Jason, there's a lot I want
to get off my chest before I die,

and you're the only one I can trust.

Yeah?
Like what, John?

I can't tell you over the phone.

I need to see you in person.

I'll even let you see
my top-secret files.

And don't worry,
I'll pay for the whole trip.

It'll be fun.

It's perfectly safe too.
I mean, there's cameras and guards.

I can even have
the warden call you if you want.

- The warden?
- Yeah, he can tell you how safe it is.

I already spoke to him. He said that
he would be pleased to talk to you.

Would you like me
to have him give you a call?

Sure.

Great.

I look so forward
to meeting you, Jason.

Hello?

Open up, please!
I need to talk to you.

Look, Gacy is gonna be executed, Glen.
I need to talk to you.

He wants me to come visit him.

Aw, fuck.

I'm sorry to keep bothering you.

I know how hard this must be.

I need to figure out
who I'm really dealing with here.

And nobody knows that
better than you do.

So you're gonna go see him?

I don't know.

That's why I came here.

You can't go there.

Why?

Tell me what happened.

You want another Scotch?

- Yeah.
- Bottoms up.

Boo.

What are you doing?

Just clowning around, buddy.
I'm just clowning around. Oh.

You would be surprised all the tricks
you can do when you're a clown.

You want to see a magic trick?

Here you go.
Huh? Go ahead.

Put 'em on.
Make sure they're nice and tight.

- Yeah.
- Ready?

Huh?
It's your turn now.

Go on, put 'em on.

- Go on.
- What's the trick with these things?

The trick is to have the key.

I've got something real special
for you now.

I told you to shut your mouth,
you pathetic little cocksucker!

No. No.

Hey hey, relax.

You're really gonna enjoy this.

No! Let me out of here.

Let me out!

I got this specially
picked out for you.

Ah ah ah!

- Come on, step that fat ass up.
- Ah! Please.

Please let me go.

Please.

I jumped from the car.

And I broke
seven bones in my body

and I didn't feel a thing.

I hope that this helps you
make the right decision.

Hello, Mr. Moss, this is Warden Michaels
from the Menard Correctional Center.

I understand you have
some questions for me.

Yeah yeah, I was thinking
about visiting John Gacy

and I just wanted to find out
how safe it would be.

Well, Mr. Moss, there are a lot of
safety precautions here at Menard.

Well, is he going to be
in the same room as me?

No, you would be in two different
rooms with a glass partition between you.

Mr. Gacy will have his arms
and legs shackled

and there's a... there's a camera
in the room where the visitor is seated

that is monitored at all times.

And what about the guards?

Well, there'll be a number of guards
and you'll be under constant surveillance.

If there are any problems,
a guard will be right there.

There hasn't been an incident
here at Menard in many years.

Security is just too tight.
You trust me...

you'll be completely safe.

- Jacket too?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Step through, please.

Arms up and out to the side.

Follow me.

He's all yours.

Sign here, here and here.

- What is this?
- A release form.

For what?

It says we're not responsible.

Excuse me?

In the unlikely event hostages are
taken inside the prison,

we won't negotiate for your release.

So what you're saying is
that if someone were to take me hostage,

you'd let them kill me
before you did anything to save me?

Exactly. Sign there, please.

- Have a nice day.
- Mr. Moss?

Officer Thompson.

Nice to meet you.

Mr. Gacy is very excited
to see you today.

That's good.

Right this way.

Go ahead.

Jason, oh my God.
It's so nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you too.

Look at you...
you look great.

Hey, Stan, would you mind taking
a picture of Jason and I?

- Yeah. Sure, John.
- A little something for posterity.

Something to remember me by.

Excuse me, guard?

- Where are you going?
- Have fun, boys.

Whoa whoa, hey hey hey!

What are you doing?

Where are you gonna be
if I need you?

Jason, come on, relax.
Everything's okay.

Please make yourself at home.
Sit down.

I mean, seriously, sit.
It's all right.

Hey, can I have
the guys bring you a pop

or a chocolate milk
or something like that?

- No. No, I'm good.
- You sure?

Yeah.

God.

This is perfect.
I can't believe you're here.

I mean, look at you.
Thank you for coming.

You know? Seriously, bud.

Yeah, no problem, John.

You know, I just wanted
to be here for you.

I appreciate that, you know?
So tell me about yourself.

Hey, you're not out there
hustling anymore, are you?

- No no no, not too much anymore.
- Mmm.

So how's the girlfriend?
Alyssa, right?

Yeah yeah, she's good.
She's still there.

Yeah?
Giving her the old hard one?

What's all this stuff?

Oh, this is everything I promised you.

Here, check this out.

Got everything...
newspaper clippings,

notes from my trial;
I got letters from "Inside Edition,"

channel 7,
all wanting interviews with me.

Look at all these letters.
I get thousands of them, you know?

I get 'em from all kinds of people...
movie stars,

rock stars, porn stars,
politicians, women.

You know?
Here, check this one out.

See this trailer-park bitch?

She's got two sons
incarcerated right now.

She says she wants
to have my baby.

Can you imagine?

Why would I ever want
to get mixed up with trash like this?

Wait, it gets better. Here.

This is her sister.

They've offered to give me
the classic menage a trois.

Can you imagine? Between the three of us,
all this blubber moving around?

You look good.

Really.

This food's not so bad.

The fellas treat me pretty good
around here. Isn't that right, Stan?

You got it, boss.

Jason?

I ordered this dessert especially for you.
It's my favorite...

strawberry shortcake.

I'm full, John.
Thanks though.

So John, you know how at your trial,

you said that you didn't kill
all those boys under your house

and someone else must have done it?

I want to try to find
that one statement.

I mean, who do you think did it,
John, if it wasn't you?

Do you have any idea
how weak you are?

I could just tell you
to fuck off right now...

and you'd have no one.

What would you do without me?

I don't know, John.

Where would you be without me?

You know, if I was a bad guy,

I'd tell the police
what you do with your brother,

they would take him away
and you would go to jail.

Yeah, but you wouldn't
do that to me, right? Hmm?

I didn't say I would do it.

Just remember who I am.

I know who you are.

John, we're buddies, right?

That's right.

That's right.

So...

tell me, did you
have a smooth flight?

Yeah yeah, it was fine.
There was no problems.

And did you get that painting
that I sent you and the travel money?

I did. I did. Thank you for that, John.
I really appreciate it.

Of course.
I've got your back, pal.

Yeah.

So, John,

you said you had some things
to tell me when I got here.

You know, some things
you wanted to get off your chest.

Yeah.

Do for me and I'll do for you.

John, tell me about that kid
you admitted to killing.

Okay? The one that you picked up
at the bus stop and had sex with.

Oh.

I woke up and he was standing
over me with a knife.

He was gonna rob
and kill me.

I didn't have any choice.

Yeah, well, if it was self-defense, John,
why didn't you just call the police?

Well, the son of a bitch,
he shouldn't have attacked me.

But he wasn't attacking you.

Right? I mean, wasn't he
just making your breakfast?

What the fuck are you
talking about?

You don't stand over a man
with a knife when he's sleeping.

So what happened
after you stabbed him?

Nothing happened.

Let me tell you something, Jason:

You can always tell
when a man is dead

because he shits all over himself.

The little cocksucker
stunk up the place

so I buried him
in the crawl space.

How did it feel to kill that kid?

Did you feel powerful?

Jason, Jason,

you have no idea
the power you feel.

- How'd I feel?
- Yeah.

I felt fine.

I slept fine.

I am fine, aren't I?

Thattaboy.

Let me tell you something.
Do you have any idea

how long it would take the guards
to get here if you screamed?

Maybe one or two minutes.

I could kill you right now
if I wanted to.

You know that, don't you?
Huh? You know that?

Yeah, John.

But I got other plans
in mind for you.

You see that table there? Look.

That's where I'm gonna do you.

And after I'm done, I'm gonna wrap
my hands around this throat

and I'm gonna squeeze
until it breaks.

John, John, John, why are you
talking to me like this, huh?

"John, John, why are
you talking to me like this, huh?"

You know something, Jason?

In person you are
really a disappointment.

Oh, you know what you are?

You're a little pussy boy, huh?

A little pussy boy.

A little
pussy boy.

Here you go.

- It's black. Where's the cream?
- Well, I forgot.

Check out monitor 3.
It's kissy time.

That's fucking sick.

Leave the guy alone.
He's gonna die in a few days.

Least we can do is let the poor fuck
get his rocks off one more time.

- Doesn't mean I have to watch.
- Then don't watch.

You bitch.
You like getting fucked, don't you?

Like when you're hustling and selling
your sweet little ass on the street?

Well, now you're gonna get
what you've been asking for.

What the fuck are you doing, John?

Shut the fuck up!

God!
All right, that's enough.

This is over!

Who the fuck are you
to tell me it's over?

I'm not who you think I am,
John, all right?

Guards, open this fucking door!

You know how many little pussy boys
like you died for this cock?

Huh?

Get on your fucking knees.

Fuck you.

Now open your mouth.
Open your fucking mouth.

- I said open your fucking mouth!
- God.

You fucking piece of shit.

It hurts to let the demon in, doesn't it?

- But you feel good.
- You mother... I'll fucking kill you.

- Get off him, boy.
- I'll fucking kill you.

- Let him go.
- You fucking little cunt.

Who's the clown now, John?
You fucking piece of shit.

- You'll be there with me!
- Fuck you.

I told you we're alike.
We're exactly alike!

Jason?

It's okay.

Oh, Jason.

This is Jason. Leave a message.

Jason, it's me.

Pick up.

What's wrong?
I don't understand.

They're gonna kill me in a couple of days.
Why are you abandoning me?

What is it?

What did I do?

Was it the little fight we had?

If it is, l... I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm really sorry.

John?

You little cocksucking jackoff.

Do you have any idea
who you are fucking with?

I should have choked the life out of you
when I had your throat in my hands.

You know what I'm gonna do, Jason?
I'm gonna send your letters to the cops

and the FBI.

I'm even gonna send
a copy to your parents;

let the whole world know what
a sick perverted cocksucker you are.

You want to send
those letters to my family,

then the police, John?

Well, go ahead.

Because everybody up here knows that
I was just studying you for school.

You were an experiment, John.

I was playing you from the start

and you were too stupid
to figure it out.

What do you have to say now, John?

Tonight I'm standing outside

Illinois's Stateville Penitentiary
where John Wayne Gacy will be executed

for the 33 murders
he was convicted of 14 years ago.

Three drugs will be administered
in 30-second to one-minute intervals:

Sodium Pentothal,
an anesthetic;

pancuronium bromide
to paralyze the respiratory system;

and potassium chloride
to stop the heart.

If all goes as planned,
Gacy will be pronounced dead

within 10 to 15 minutes.

Jason?

Jason, come on.

- Jason?
- Just go away.

...from the scene.

And some of the families of Gacy's victims
are present for the execution.

One family issued a statement saying,

"Nothing will ever
bring our son back,

but after 16 years,
justice is finally being served."

Meanwhile, protesters...

We've just received confirmation
that John Wayne Gacy

succumbed to lethal injection
and was pronounced dead

at 12:58 AM,

nearly an hour after
his scheduled execution time.

Cheers from the crowd were heard
when his death was announced

while others continued
their protest in silence.

So I have read
your term paper.

And?

And it's very good.

Thank you.

So do you really think you were able
to get inside his mind?

Uh...

as close as anyone can get.

Well, listen, obviously you've been talking
to a lot of people about this

because there is a lot of buzz
on campus about your project.

I know some of the other students
have been talking about your letters

and even some of the faculty are
aware of what you've been doing.

I was wondering,
would you be willing

to put on a small presentation
for the department?

Nothing too formal...
just talk to us about what you learned

and how you developed
this rather unusual methodology.

While this sociopath was
trying to humanize himself to me,

the images of the boys
he killed never left my mind.

Their innocent faces
still remind me

of just how unthinkable
these crimes were.

And the losses that these families suffered
should never be forgotten.

We live in a society
that is fascinated

by murder, killing and violence.

So I thought I was just one
of many with a morbid interest

in the darker side
of human nature.

But I also wanted
to conquer something that I truly feared.

Instead of running away
from this monster,

something told me
I should confront it

and look it in the eye.

When I first embarked
on this journey

to enter into the mind
and manipulate

one of the world's
most notorious serial killers,

I never imagined that the one
who would ultimately be manipulated

and controlled would be me.

Thank you.

Very good, Jason.
Well done, Jason. Very good.

Well, Jason,
you really took me for a ride.

You were right,
I never saw it coming.

Of all the people who
fucked me over in my life,

I never thought it would be you.

But it must have been fate.

Thousands of people wanted me,
but I picked you.

We had a real connection,
the two of us.

And now that I know the truth,
I know more than ever

that you and I are
a lot more alike than you think.

It's time to die now.

See you on the other side, buddy.

I portrayed an image to Gacy
of this lonely boy that had no friends.

I wanted someone
to teach me or help me.

I presented myself as very naive.

I didn't want to just learn about Gacy.
I wanted to actually talk to him,

find out about his crimes,
find out the things

that no one else
could find out about.

I thought, "I'm gonna find the secrets
that the FBI couldn't figure out.

I want to do
what the psychologists failed to do."

And every letter I got back, I thought that
was one step closer to finding out

why Gacy buried those kids.

But he was also a part
of my life for seven months.

He was my friend, my confidant,

the subject of all my nightmares.

But it's weird to know
that he's gone.

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�� Maybe I didn't know you well ��

�� Maybe if I held you a little longer ��

�� When you were a boy ��

�� Maybe I would have been
able to tell ��

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�� You'll never be the same ��

�� I wish I'd have known ��

�� I'd make you stay with me ��

�� My forever won't change ��

�� Like a wound I keep on paying ��

�� Time won't heal this kind of pain ��

�� I watched you walk
down that road ��

�� I saw a side you never showed ��

�� Pretended like it was okay ��

�� I never wanted it to end this way ��

�� If you survive ��

�� You'll never be the same ��

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�� Like a wound I keep on paying ��

�� Time won't heal this kind of pain ��

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�� Won't change,
won't change... ��

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