All language subtitles for Gacy.Serial.Killer.Next.Door.2024.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264 (SDH)

(bright music)

(soft dramatic music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(soft guitar music)
♪ In your dreams ♪

♪ I kill ♪

♪ In your dreams ♪

♪ I fulfill ♪

♪ My desires ♪

♪ When you're away ♪

♪ I'm a clown ♪

♪ But you don't laugh ♪

♪ You frown ♪

♪ So I make plans ♪

♪ For domination ♪

♪ Because I can't stand
humiliation ♪

♪ In your dreams ♪

♪ I kill ♪

♪ In your dreams ♪

♪ I fulfill ♪

♪ My desires that I can't
control ♪

♪ My need to take your soul ♪

(soft pop music)

♪ I'm always a monster ♪

♪ But it's not that I foster ♪

♪ My need to go out and kill ♪

♪ If you had just treated me
nicer ♪

(insects chittering)
(train horn blaring)

(ominous music)

(film projector clattering)

(Daniel grunting)

- (sighs) Come on, mister.
They're, they're too tight.

And it's just not funny anymore.

- (chuckles) Do you wanna know
the trick

to getting the cuffs off?

- No, I'm done with your tricks.

I, I just want to go home.

- Come on. Just answer
the question, all right.

There's a trick. Do you
wanna know the trick?

- No. I don't wanna know the
trick.

I, I don't care about your
damn tricks, you sick bastard.

- Do you wanna know the trick?

- All right, already. What's the
trick?

- You have to have the key.
(laughs)

- I'm leaving.

- Oh, no.
(Daniel grunting)

You only touch me when
I say you can touch me.

- Just let me go.

Ta-Take these cuffs off
of me, you sick fuck.

- Sick? Is that what you think I
am?

What? I played movies for you.

I gave you some drinks. I
showed you my best trick.

And all you can call me is sick?

You haven't seen sick yet.

(Daniel groaning)
(John laughing)

- Don't you know who my father
is?

- (laughs) Don't you think
I know who your father is?

(laughs) My friends in Chicago

control your father, all right?

Your daddy works for my friends.

So no, no, no, no, no, no.

You won't tell anybody
anything because if you do,

your father will be at the
bottom of Lake Michigan

with concrete blocks on his
feet!

- Are you threatening my father?

- (laughs) You're not really in
a position

to ask any questions. (laughs)

- Get your hands off of me!

Ah, stop, stop, stop! (groaning)

- I don't normally like to do it
this way.

- No.
- But in your case,

thought this might be fun.
(laughs)

(intense music)
(Daniel groaning)

(rustling)

(engine idling)

- Think you'd have air this
thing.

- Look at it. It's
fucking ancient. (puffing)

(crows cawing)

(coughs) This stuff is great.

You sure you don't wanna try
any?

- No, man.

My, ah, pops would kill me if
I even went close to drugs.

- But you drink. What's the
difference?

- Well, to him there's a big
difference.

I mean, booze is legal and drugs
aren't.

- Well there was a point
in time where booze

was more illegal than drugs.

- Luke, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, what'd you wanna show
me way the hell out here?

- Yeah, the barn.
(eerie music)

You won't believe your eyes.

- Okay, then show me.

(truck door closes)

How did you even hear about this
place?

- Oh, I heard about it from Gary
and Beth.

- Long way from home.
- Oh, it'll be worth it.

Don't you worry.
- Well, I'm gonna trust you,

but this better be good.

(door creaking)

Where?

- Back there behind the wall.

- What am I looking for?

- Go check it out. I'll be right
there.

(shovel scraping)

- I don't see anything.
- I'm coming.

- Luke, what are you up to?

(Luke grunting)
(shovel clanking)

(Daniel groaning)
(shovel scraping)

(kick whacking)

(Daniel coughing)

- That was for Mr. John Wayne
Gacy.

Don't fuck with Mr. Gacy.

You've been warned.

- Gacy?

You mean that clown?

- Yeah.

(Daniel grunting)

(fist whacking)

- How much?

- $10.

- $10?
(fists whacking)

And what else? Huh?

- He, he's giving me payment on
my car.

(Daniel screams)
(fist whacks)

- Not anymore.

Come on, get up, we're going to
the cops

and you're gonna tell 'em
everything.

Get up!

(both grunting)

(door banging)

Come here.

(Luke groaning)

Get up.

Come on, let's go.

(body slams)
- Ah, fuck me!

(door opens and closes)

(Daniel breathes heavily)

(tense music)

(head thudding)

(engine starting)

(engine revving)

- What are you doing?
I, I don't understand.

- You can do that.
- What is happening here?

- [Woman] You just can't come
in our house and do that.

- Step back, ma'am.
- Stop, stop!

- Johnny, I love you.
- What are you doing?

You can't just come to my house
like this and take my son!

- Mama, don't let them take
Johnny.

- John, John!
- Don't let them take him!

- Johnny, Johnny!
- What's going on?

What's happening? John, John!

Please don't take my son!
- Johnny, I love you!

Come back!
(door closes)

(Gacy's Mother sobbing)

- Wait!
- Mama, don't let them

take Johnny!
- It's okay, baby.

It's okay.
- It's okay.

- John, we're here.
We're gonna get you out.

- Johnny, it's gonna be okay. I
promise.

- It's okay, baby, it's okay. We
love you!

We'll take care of you!
- Ah, one in custody.

Heading back to the station.
- John, I love you!

(chattering on police radio)

(Gacy's Mother sobbing)
- Johnny!

(tense music)

(chattering on police radio)

(birds chirping)

(soft dramatic music)

(engine revving)

(John sighs)
- There she is.

- Hold on.

This is it.

- Ah.

Oh.

Oh. (chuckles)

(Gacy's Mother gasping)

- Thanks, Mama.

- Well, thankfully your father
died

with some money saved away.

He loved you. Don't you forget
that.

- I know it.

- I know he might've been
tough on you, but he loved you.

- I destroyed him, Mama.

- You ain't killed your father,
John.

That was cirrhosis of the liver.

The doctors even told us that
alcohol killed your daddy.

And I don't want you
thinking nothing different.

- You know I didn't do
anything to that boy, right?

- You're a good boy,
John. With a good heart.

I know you didn't do nothing.

Let's just put all that behind
us.

Now how about you show me
the inside of that house.

- All right. Come on.

Got a lot of work to do.
- Oh.

I cannot wait to see the inside.

- I can't wait for you to see
it.

- This is so exciting.
- Oh, yes, it is.

- Oh, John.

I, I just can't believe this.

- Yep. And you've got your own
room.

- My own room in this beautiful
house.

- Hey, mister.

(bike rattling)

Um, mister.

(doors close)

- Yeah, son?
- Um, you just moving in?

- Huh. I sure am.

- Ah, okay, um, well I was just
wondering

because I do a lot of,
um, odd jobs around here,

and I was just wondering
if you might need help

moving your stuff into the
house?

- What's your name, son?
- Bobby.

Bobby Walker.

- It is very nice to meet you,
Bobby.

My name is John. John Wayne
Gacy.

John Wayne? Never met
anyone named John Wayne.

- Yeah. Mama named me
after a cowboy. (chuckles)

So, Bobby Walker, how much do
you charge for your services?

- 50 cents an hour.

- I'd say there's about
four hours worth of work

on the moving the truck.

So tell you what, I'll pay
you $4 if you promise to work

twice as hard as you usually do.

- Um, thank you, Mr. Wayne.

I'm sorry, Mr, Mr. Gacy.

- But I wanna see you sweat.

I'm not paying that kind of
money if you don't work for it.

- Okay. It's a deal then.

- All right.
- Thank you, Mr. Gacy.

- Truck arrives at 1:00 PM.

See you soon, Bobby. All right?

(ominous music)

(bike rattling)

(door opens and closes)

- (chuckles) Well, you
certainly are hungry.

- Now slow down there, big boy.

Ah, he really worked you to
the bone today, didn't he?

- Ah, um, no, not really.

He just offered me double
and I wanted to impress him.

Mm, well, you never know what
other work he throws at me.

- Okay, so let me get this
straight.

If I pay you more allowance,

you're gonna do more
around the house, right?

- Sure.
- So who is he, anyway?

- Well, tell us a little bit
about him. Where's he from?

I mean, the two of you must
have talked a lot today.

- Well, he's, ah, from Iowa,

but he grew up in Chicago,
and he wants to start

his own construction
business, so he might need me

on the weekends to help him
work.

- Hmm. Wow.

An entrepreneur, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

- Any kids your age to play
with?

- Um, nah, he just lives
with his mom and his sister.

- Oh, well, sounds like he's a
nice guy.

I mean, if he takes care
of his mom like that.

- Don't get any ideas, honey.

- What?

- Your mother is not moving
into this house with us.

- Very funny, Howard.

- May I be excused?

- Are you actually gonna leave
some food for the rest of us?

- Ah. Okay, Dad, it's all yours.

- Yeah. Get outta here.

- Oh.

(Howard chuckles)

(door closes)

(pages rustling)

(eerie music)

(loud banging)

- Hey, get back here!
- No!

- [John] Where do you think
you're going?

- Oh, shit!
- You're gonna hurt yourself.

- Ooh!
- Yeah, I got ya.

(blinds clattering)
- What are you doing?

(insects chittering)
(loud thumping)

(Anthony groaning)

(body slams)

(tense music)

(body thudding)
Oh!

(John laughing)

(footsteps approaching)

- Come on, Anthony. Don't you
wanna play?

(John laughing)

Wake up. Ah, pretty please?

Come on.

(hands rubbing)
Mm!

There we go. (laughs)

It's not so bad, is it?

Come on.

(eerie music)

There we go. That's right.
(echoes)

It's not so bad, is it? (laughs)

Come on. I'm not done yet.

(John grunting)

- No, God! (groaning)

(blinds clattering)
(muffled screaming)

(suspenseful music)

(Bobby breathes uneasily)

(knock)
- Bobby?

(door opens)

Bob. Hey, you forget something?

- Oh, yeah.

How can I forget my money?

- You all right?

You look like you've seen a
ghost.

- Ghost? Well, I'm fine.

- All right.

Goodnight hun.

(tense music)

(Bobby breathing shakily)

(Bobby sighing)

(blinds clattering)

(birds chirping)

(vehicle approaching)

(car door closes)

(car door opens)
- Thank you, John.

(car door closes)
- You're gonna love it, Mama.

I got your room made up for you
real nice.

You even got a TV across from
the bed.

Got his picture on the
nightstand.

- You are a good boy, John.

- Bobby, get dressed. We're
late.

(light music)

(footsteps approaching)

Hey, you forget already?

We're going camping this
weekend.

How could you forget
our camping trip, hun?

- Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

That, that's weekend?

- Yeah, silly. It's this
weekend.

Now get on up. Pack your bag.

Dad's already got the stuff
together.

He's waiting on you to help.
Come on.

Get up.

(door closes)

- [John] (chuckles) Yeah,
I've been in probably

every state park around here.

- Really?
- Oh yeah.

Lots in Wisconsin too.

- It's gonna be a long drive,
so...

- Oh yeah, but that's the best
part

with the family. (chuckles)

- That's true.
- Oh.

- Hey, just, yeah, just set
the rest of that stuff there.

- All right.
- That's fine.

- There you go.
- Thanks, John.

- Yeah.
- Really appreciate the help.

- Well, what are neighbors for,
right?

- Yeah.
(John chuckles)

- (laughs) Hey, sleepy head.

Mr. Gacy's been doing your job
for you.

- Sorry, Dad.

- Probably a rough night
with the ladies. Right?

(tense music)

So, where's the Walker family
going?

- Ah, well, actually, we're
headed to-

- Ah, we're going to Chain
O'Lake.

- No, we're not.

We're going to Pere Marquette
State Park. You know that.

(tense music)

- Well, both places are great,
you know.

Ah, Mount Kissimmee though,
they have the best fishing.

- Really?
- Oh, yeah.

And the hikes at sunset,
unbelievable.

- Sounds like you've been there
often.

- Oh yeah. Me and my pop used
to go there every summer.

- Oh.
- It was fantastic.

Oh, man.

You got no fishing poles.

I'm glad to loan your mine.

- Oh no. Come on.

Ah, I wouldn't want to impose.

It's okay.
- Come on, no, no, no.

It's not a problem at all.
- No, I wouldn't wanna impose.

- Come on, neighbor.

- All right. What, what do you
say, Bobby?

Wanna do a little fishing?

- I don't, I don't, um...

- (laughs) That's a yes right
there.

- Yeah.
- I'll go grab 'em.

I'll be right back.

(footsteps receding)

- What is wrong with you?

I mean, Chain O'Lakes?

I mean, we've never been there
before.

- Dad, that was a diversion
and you didn't play along.

- Play along? What are you
talking about?

- I, I don't want him
knowing where we're going.

- Ah, why?

- I just don't think he should
know our personal business.

- All right, Bobby, look,
he's our new neighbor.

Is that the way we've taught you
to act?

I mean, let's just give Mr.
Gacy the benefit of the doubt

and assume that he's just as
nice

as everyone else on the block,
okay?

- Sure, Dad.

- Hey. Hey.

Don't patronize me, Bobby.

(door opens)

(horn honking)

(insects chittering)

(engine revving)

(eerie music)

- Hold on.

(Duncan groaning)

(door opens)

Come on.

Just, ah, just relax.

I know I have some scotch
around.

Watch your step.

One, two. There we go.

All right.

Door.

Come on. Almost there.

And in.

(suspenseful music)

(Bobby yawning)

(dog barking)
(birds chirping)

(Bobby moaning)

(eerie music)

(Bobby yawning)

(Bobby breathes heavily)

(birds chirping)

(footsteps pattering)

(Bobby grunting)

(Bobby breathes heavily)

- Okay.

(trash cans banging)
(Bobby groaning)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(gate opens and closes)

(trash cans clattering)

(suspenseful music continues)

(panting) Okay. I'm fine.

I made it out. Not dead.

- Hey Bobby, how you been doing?

- Hey, Mr. Gacy.

I've been good. Yeah.

- I could use your help this
week if you got any time.

- Yeah, no, I'm, I'm, I'm busy
this week.

I'm, I'm sorry.

- All right. Just let me
know when you're available.

- Will do, Mr. Gacy.

- All right. I'll catch you
later.

(suspenseful music continues)

(door opens and closes)

(traffic whirring)
(light music)

- Ah, Mom, ah, we should, we
should,

we should really get going.

- Honey, we haven't even found
a gift for Aunt Barbara yet.

And there's a store down there
that I know will be perfect.

- Yeah, Mom. I know, it's just,
um...

Um, ah, yeah, I have a
lot of homework to do

and I really need to
get home and finish it.

- Since when do you
rush home for homework?

Be patient. It'll only take a
minute.

Come on.

(tense music)

(traffic whirring)

Hi, Mr. Gacy.

- Hello, Walker family.

- What are you doing downtown?
Get some shopping done?

- Yeah. I actually have
plenty to prepare for.

Me and the wife are
taking a trip this week.

Huh. I actually had
nothing to wear. (laughs)

So, Bob, how you doing?

- Ah, it's, it's Bobby.

Right? Ah, my dad only calls me
Bob.

- Oh, sorry about that, Bobby?

Ah, how's school?

(chuckles) Man of few words,
huh?

- Bobby, tell Mr. Gacy
about your school project.

- Um, no, I'm, I'm,
I'm sure Mr. Gacy does,

doesn't want to hear about my
schoolwork.

- No. Please tell me,
what are you working on?

(Darlene chuckles)

- Bobby, what in the
world has gotten into you?

Anyway, Bobby's doing a
construction project for school.

He's building a model house.

You, um, you do construction,
don't you?

- Sure do.

In fact, I just started a
company a few months back.

PDM Contractors.

- Bobby, Mr. Gacy could help
you with your model house.

What do you say?

- Sure. What do you say, Bob?

Come on over. I'll help you out.

I got lots of tools. I can do
drawings.

Whatever you need.
- Yeah, no, no, no.

I'm fine right now.

I, ah, it's, but it's
practically finished.

- What are you gonna do? Huh?

(chuckles) Well anyways, as I
said,

the Mrs. and I are heading out
of town,

so if you do need help,
better let me know right away.

- Thanks, John.

- By the way, tell that husband
of yours,

he's invited to another
Jaycees party next week.

Some way, somehow, I'm
gonna get that man to join.

- You are just taking this
community by storm, aren't you?

You're a busy man.

- I have actually gotta go. So
I will catch you folks later.

- Okay, well listen, if we don't
see you in the neighborhood

before you go, have a wonderful
trip.

- Thank you.

- Bobby, why were you so rude?

- He just rubs me the wrong way.

- He's a nice man. What
has he ever done to you?

- There's something about him

- Okay, let's finish shopping.
Come on.

(tense music continues)

(train clattering)

(engine revving)

(eerie music)

- So, what are you looking for
tonight?

A blow? Screw?

- Oh, (laughs) ah, I'm not gay.

- No?

Well what are you then?

- Oh, I'm, I'm a lot of
things, but I'm not gay.

- Why are you talking to me?

- Ah, don't know.

I just wanna talk.

- Well, I'm not really
in the talking business.

You know, I left my psychology
degree in the house.

You got money?

- Yeah, I've got money.

You think I drive downtown
without money?

- I'm not questioning you.

How about I get in the car,
drive around for a bit,

see what happens?

- Sure. Why not?

(hand tapping)

(Ozzie sighs)

(eerie music continues)

(traffic whirring)

(door opens)
(John sighs)

(door closes)

(engine revving)

- So, where you taking me
anyway?

- Oh, I figured I'd take
you back to my house.

- Your house? What about your
wife?

- Oh no, she's not home.

She's in Duluth visiting her
mom.

- Huh.

(engine revving)

(insects chittering)

- [John] So you do any other
kind of work,

or is this mainly the only job
you do?

- [Ozzie] Couple other things I
do.

- [John] Well, always
looking for big, strong guys.

- No, no. I don't wanna be
locked down.

- [John] Tell me, what do you
like to do?

- [Ozzie] Well, I like to do
this kind of stuff in a motel.

- Yeah. This is gonna be so much
better.

Go inside, relax, I got drinks.

- [Ozzie] Ooh, I could really
use a drink.

- [John] We don't need to be
driving

all over town for everything.

Just come in here and
make yourself at home.

- Okay. But we're gonna be in
and out.

(suspenseful music)

(door closes)

- Um, have a seat.

You want something to drink?

- What you got?

- Ah, how's a scotch?

- Sounds good.
- Coming right up.

(glass clinks)

(scotch pouring)

Here you go.

Mm, mm. (sniffs)

- Ooh.

(sighs) So, what do
you say we get started?

- You in a rush?
- Well, I'd like to get

a few tricks in at night, you
know,

get back on the streets,
start making some more cash.

- I don't like to rush, so just
relax.

What?
- You gotta pay up front.

- How much are you charging me
again?

- Well, since I've already
spent all this time

playing psychologist, it's 50
for a blow.

- Huh. You said $25.

- So you do remember?

Anyway, that was before
I knew I was gonna be

spending all this time with you.

Usually, I'm in and out
in like five minutes.

This is really more like a date.

(sniffing) Aw.

Anyway, why, why does
your house smell so funny?

- Doesn't smell funny.
- It sure does.

Guess your wife ain't doing her
job.

- You know what? You sit right
here.

I'm gonna go get that money.

(suspenseful music continues)

So, where'd you say you were
from?

- I didn't.

- Well, where are you from?

- My dad was in the military.

From all over.

Probably spent most of my time
in Norfolk.

- Where's your daddy now?

- Died in Vietnam.

- Oh, I'm, I'm sorry to hear
that.

- Did you go to Nam?

- Oh, no, no, no, no. They
didn't want me.

I was too sickly.

I had a condition as a kid.

- What you doing?

What you doing in there?

(intense music)

What the fuck?
(John laughing)

Pogo wants to play!
- What the hell are you doing?

(fist whacking)
(Ozzie gasping)

(John laughing)

- You changed the price!

- That was in the car,
man. Not in the suburbs.

- Oh yes you did. (echoes)

You said it was $25 for a blow!
(laughs)

- What's with the clown get up?

- Mm. You know what?

Let's forget about the $25.

Start fresh! (laughs)

- Ah, let me go!

- Tell me, do you like tricks?

'Cause I've got a trick for you!
(laughs)

- Oh no. I don't like tricks.

I'm good.
- Too bad! (laughs)

- What are you doing to me?
Help!

What are you doing to me?

I said I don't like tricks!

- You're doing it anyway!
(laughs)

- You're really disturbed, man!

- There's a trick to
getting outta these cuffs.

Do you wanna know what it is?

(Ozzie groaning)

Do you give up yet?
- Yes.

Yes!

I give up!

I give up. What's the trick?

- (laughs) You have to have the
key!

(John laughing hysterically)

- You're fucked up, man.

- No. We've got business to
attend to.

(John laughing hysterically)
- No, no!

No, no!

(John laughing)

(switch clicking)

(suspenseful music)

(door opens and closes)

(insects chittering)

(footsteps pattering)

(footsteps shuffling)

(suspenseful music continues)

(John laughs and grunts)

(finger tapping)

(Ozzie moaning)

- This will help you relax.

- What are you doing?

What are you doing?
- There we go.

(laughs) Just sit back and enjoy
it.

- What is...(moans)

(John laughs)
What are you giving me?

(John sighing)

Here we go. Just relax.

It'll be over in a minute. Yeah.

(Ozzie moaning)
(John grunting)

(John grunting)
(Ozzie wheezing)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Ozzie moaning)

(John laughing)

(Ozzie choking)

(John breathes heavily)

(John groaning)

(insects chittering)

(crowd chattering)

(bright carnival music)

(John laughing)

Hey kids, gather around.
Pogo's here! (laughs)

Kids of all ages. Come on!

Pogo the Clown is here. (laughs)

Come on. We'll have some fun,
right?

(laughs) Come on. Oh, don't be
scared.

I'm a clown. There's
nothing to be afraid of.

I bring fun and joy and
laughter to the world. (laughs)

Come on. We're gonna do
magic and balloon animals.

Yeah.

- Mr. Gacy.

- Oh, I'm not Mr. Gacy.

I am Pogo the Clown! (laughs)

- Yeah, sure thing, Mr. Gacy.

And, um, I'm Captain Kangaroo.

- Bobby, come on, you'll
spoil it for the kids.

Have some fun. (laughs)

- Okay, Pogo.

Um, do you know where your
mother is?

Because last I checked, she
was in the back of a car

with a bunch of other clowns.
(group chuckles)

(tense music)

(John laughing hysterically)

- How dare you fuck with me?

After everything I've done for
you,

but you can't control
yourself, you little punk!

(John laughs hysterically)

Oh, Pogo's getting jumpy!

Pogo's getting jumpy.

You know what happens
when Pogo gets jumpy?

He's getting jumpy.

You know what happens
when Pogo gets jumpy?

He goes...(squealing).
(crowd laughs)

- Bobby, wait up.
- Where are you going?

- Bobby, wait.

(crowd chattering)
(John laughing)

- You know, there is
something seriously wrong

with that guy.

- What do you mean?
- I, I just know.

- What do you mean, you just
know?

Like there's something
you aren't telling us.

- There's been weird things
that have been happening

late at night.
- Like what?

- Well, for starters, one
night a few months back,

I was in my room and I heard him
pull up.

So I opened the blinds and there
he was.

- You stayed up all night?

- Sure did.
- But what does that prove?

- That that guy never left his
house.

- Bobby, he could have left
when you weren't looking.

- What, you mean, he
just, he just walked out

after Gacy left?

Come on. That doesn't make any
sense.

- Well, what are you trying to
say?

- Bobby, you've been
watching way too many movies.

- I wasn't convinced either,

so I walked out of my house and
I, um...

- You went across the street?
- I did.

- Did you go inside?
- No,

but I hopped the fence and
I nearly got myself caught.

- So you snuck into his
backyard.

- If you tell anyone, I will
make sure

that you never talk again.

- So then what happened to the
guy?

- That's my point. I don't know.

He just disappeared and
I never saw him again.

- Bobby, I'm sure he left
when you weren't looking.

- Jessica, come on, I watched
the house all night and day.

He never left once.

- You think he killed him?

- I didn't say that, I said

that he just never left.

- Why didn't you just ask Mr.
Gacy?

- Guys.

(soft guitar music)
♪ In your dreams ♪

♪ I kill ♪

♪ In your dreams ♪

♪ I fulfill ♪

♪ My desires ♪

♪ When you're away ♪

♪ I'm a clown ♪

♪ But you don't laugh ♪

♪ You frown ♪

♪ So I make plans ♪

♪ For domination ♪
- Let's go.

- Let's walk back up.
(group chattering)

- Such a freak.
♪ Because I can't stand ♪

♪ Humiliation ♪

♪ In your dreams ♪

♪ I kill ♪

♪ In your dreams ♪

♪ I fulfill ♪

♪ My desires that I can't
control ♪

(birds chirping)

(bottles clinking)

- He just killed him right
there in front of your eyes?

- What's it like to see someone
die?

- It's really, it's not like the
movies.

It, it's really sad.

(inhales) I didn't realize
how much it would affect me.

(crows cawing)

I think about that man all the
time,

and (sighs) he haunts my dreams.

- I thought you thought about
girls too?

- I'm being serious here. All
right?

I saw a man being murdered
and I, I did nothing about it.

- How do you know he's dead?

- He might've just passed
out and Gacy took him home.

- Are you going to the police?

- I don't know.

My dad says to always stay
outta other people's business.

(tense music)

- Bobby, going to someone's
house doesn't seem like

staying out of their business.
- Yeah, I know.

- He might already be onto you.

- Yeah. Like remember at the
barbecue?

- He was already onto you then.

- What if I go to the police?

- No, no, no. You, you can't do
that.

Look it, it's too dangerous.

And they won't believe you
anyways.

(scoffs) I mean, look at Gacy.

He's got the old town
wrapped around his finger.

And if there's no body,
you can't prove anything.

- I feel like you should
just mind your own business

and leave him alone.

Who says he won't kill you too?

- Yeah, I know. I'm just gonna
lay off for a little bit.

- If anything else happens,
you have to go to the police.

- I don't want anything to
happen to you.

- You guys promise you won't
tell anyone?

- Promise.
- Promise.

- All right then. Let's go.

(tense music continues)

(bottles clinking)

- You guys wanna come over to my
house?

- Yeah, you have a swimming
pool, right?

- I do, we can all go swimming

and I'm actually kind of hungry,
so...

- Yeah, same.

- You guys wanna order food?

- Yeah. That sounds like a good
idea.

- You guys see that?

(engine revving)
- I don't see, what?

(suspenseful music)
- Hey, come on.

- Guys, get out of the way,
guys!

- Guys, move! Get out of the
way!

- Oh my God, he's not stopping!

- Run!
(screaming)

(engine revving)
- Oh!

- That was your neighbor.
Did you see his face?

- Yeah. He looked like
he wanted to kill us.

- Guys, we gotta go now.

He's coming back.
- He's coming back!

Guys, hurry up! We have to get
outta here!

- Let's go!

(engine revving)

- He's coming back.
- He's coming back!

Guys, hurry up! We gotta go!

Come on!
- He's coming back!

- Hurry!
- Go, go!

- Come on!

Go!

(engine revving)

(John laughing)

- Come on!
- Faster, faster!

(engine revving)

- Oh my God. No. (panting)

(suspenseful music)

- Bobby.
(Bobby gasps)

What in the world are you doing?

- Mom, I need to talk to you and
dad

about something serious.
- What could be so serious?

- It's about Gacy. Okay?

- What?

Bobby, honey.

(siren wailing)
(eerie music)

(insects chittering)

(John groaning)

(John breathes heavily)

(John groaning)

(John breathes heavily)

(John sniffs and groans)

(belt buckle jangling)

(John sighs)
(urine trickling)

(Jason gasping)

(suspenseful music)

(rope rustling)

(Jason moaning)
(body thuds)

Dammit.

(Jason moaning)

Oh, you're a little fighter,
aren't you?

You were supposed to dead, you
little ho.

- Please. Please, just let me
leave.

- I can't let you leave. Too
late now.

Come here.

(both grunting)

Come here.

You were supposed to be
dead. You weren't honest.

Now you have to pay the price.

- What are you talking about?

- You lied about the price!

Liars have to die! (laughs)

- I was trying to make
some extra money! Please!

(Jason gasps and groans)

(John grunting)
(Jason choking)

(Jason gasping)

(rope creaking)

(John groaning)

(John breathes heavily)

(train clattering)

(tense music)

(John grunting)

(water splashing)

(John chuckles)

(John groans and laughs)

(insects chittering)
(footsteps approaching)

(suspenseful music)

(door closes)

- Oh, ah.
- Kevin, what the hell

are you doing in my house
with dirty clothes on?

- Oh, I'm sorry, I-
- Stop!

- I, I was just getting
some water to drink.

- And you thought it would
be all right to drag dirt

and mud in my home?
- Mr. Gacy,

I, I didn't mean any harm.

I would've cleaned up
any mess that I made.

- What is up with the trenches?

- Two are complete and I'm
starting on the third one now.

- You followed my directions
exactly?

- Sure did, I, I dug the first
two

east-west of the family room.
- It's east-west

under the living room,
not the family room!

- Isn't the room with
the TV the family room?

- No, that's the living room,
dumb ass!

Show me what you did. (scoffs)

- Okay.

- And so I believe that he's
hiding

the bodies under his house.

- Bobby, that's ridiculous.

(chuckles) That's absolutely
ridiculous.

- Bobby, Mr. Gacy is not a
murderer.

Come on. Honey, he's
president of the Jaycees.

He works with the Democratic
Party.

I mean, he helps all the
neighbors for goodness sakes.

- He's Pogo the Clown for God's
sakes.

- That, that's it.

- What? That he's a clown?

- No, Dad, it's all a coverup.

He's, he's playing the
nice guy so no one actually

pays attention to what
he's actually doing.

Please, go to the police with
me.

They won't believe me.
I'm, I'm, I'm just a kid.

- I understand that,

but you can't go to the police
on a hunch.

You have to have proof.

- And sure I do.

I, I saw it with my own eyes.

- What do you mean, you
saw it with your own eyes?

- Well, I, I, I watched him take
the boys

into the house and they never
left.

- But you didn't see anything.

- I, I saw him yelling.

- Well, but you didn't see
anything wrong.

- The man never left.
- How do you know that?

How do you know that they didn't
leave when you fell asleep?

- Or when you were in school?

You don't know.

- You can't just go around
accusing people of murder.
Bobby,

It's too serious.

- They never leave.

- How do you know that?
- You've gotta believe me.

- It's not that we don't believe
you,

it's just that we're adults
and adults can't go around

accusing other adults of
serious crimes without evidence.

Sit down.

Sit down.

(soft dramatic music)

All right, look.

How about we keep an eye on him?

Your mom and I'll watch him
carefully.

(car door opens)

Keep a close eye on what he's up
to.

(car door closes)
(engine starting)

He's just leaving.
- No, no, no, no, no.

That's Kevin's car!
(engine revving)

- Kevin's car?
- I, yeah, ah, Kevin.

The, the, the guy who's helping
him,

ah, dig the trenches in the
house.

- Okay. Why is he driving
Kevin's car?

- Well, because he killed him

and he's dropping his car off
somewhere.

- Or maybe he's dropping
Kevin's body off somewhere.

- That's right, Dad. Now you're
thinking.

- Or maybe Kevin's body's in the
trunk.

- How do you think he's
planning on getting home

from that so-called dumping
site?

(Bobby sighs)
- Exactly.

- Wow, (chuckles) okay.

You guys are not funny.

- Oh, oh, honey, honey.
- Okay.

Come on, buddy.
- Come back.

- You gotta look at this

from our perspective.
- Bobby.

- Teenagers.
- Oh my gosh.

They have such wild
imaginations.

- I need a drink.
(Darlene laughs)

(insects chittering)

(eerie music)

- Wait, what are you guys still
doing up?

- Hey, buddy.

We couldn't sleep.

(Bobby sighs)

- Gacy?

- Yeah.

Your dad saw him come walking.

- I came to tell you guys.

See, I, I told you something
was wrong, right, Dad?

- Yeah, well, things did seem
a little out of the ordinary.

I mean, he did leave in Kevin's
car.

- And he came walking home.

- You have to admit.

That is pretty unusual.

- Okay, listen.

We don't want you getting in any
trouble.

So you stay away from Mr.
Gacy until your dad and I

figure out what's going on here,
okay?

- I'm gonna go to the
police in the morning,

let 'em know our situation.

In the meantime, let me handle
this. Okay?

- You got it?

- Yeah, of course.

I'm not going anywhere near that
man.

(tense music)

(Bobby sighs)

(insects chittering)

(traffic whirring)
(eerie music)

- Thanks for coming in, Mr.
Walker.

- Thanks for seeing me. I
appreciate it.

- I, ah, understand, ah, (sighs)

there's something you wanna
discuss.

- Um, yeah, well.

I just thought it was my civic
duty

to bring to your attention some
of the really strange things

that my family and I have been
seeing

across the street from our
house.

- Strange things across the
street?

- Yeah. It's our neighbor.

- Domestic disturbance?

You know, it's pretty common
now.

90% of all the calls I get are
husbands

beating up on their wives and
fathers coming home stressed

from work and taking it
out on their children.

- Yeah, well, this is a little
bit more sinister than that.

- More sinister than that?

I'm all ears. Mr. Walker.

(knock on door)

- Ah, must be Dad.

- Bobby, Dad would not be
knocking.

(tense music)

- Hello, Mrs. Walker. Bobby.

I'm sorry to intrude so
early in the morning.

I somehow managed to cut my
phone line

while digging trenches under my
house.

Do you think I can use your
phone?

- Oh, well, I'm, I'm, ah...

Um, are you sure that
your phone is not working?

- Yeah, I'm pretty certain.

I just, I need to call the phone
company

to get 'em out here to fix it.

Um, I, I just can't take a
chance

on missing any phone calls this
morning.

- Right.
- If that's a problem,

I can go to the Donnelley's next
door.

- No, ah, come on in. Our
phone is in the kitchen.

And, ah, let, let me show you
where it is.

- I know where it is. I've
been here many times now.

Of course you have.

Um, so what kind of ditches are
you, ah,

digging in your, under your
house?

- I didn't say ditches actually.

I said trenches. Trenches, Mrs.
Walker.

Ah, they're for drainage.
- Drainage.

- Yeah, um, you know, maybe I
can dig some

for Howard as well.

You know, with the water
table so high out here,

whenever it rains, it's
like a lake under my house.

- Oh, I see, huh.
- Yeah.

Do, do you mind?

- Oh no, go right ahead.

Um, I'll just be in here.

(receiver clacks)
(phone dialing)

Oh my gosh. (sighs)

Okay.

- Hey, Bobby, Darlene.

The detective said that-
- Shh!

- Yeah, I, ah.
- What, what's going on?

- I cut the phone line into my
house.

Yeah, well. It was an accident.

Look, I just need somebody
- Yes, Howard.

- out here to fix it.
- Mr. Gacy

- I know I've talked to you
- needed to borrow our phone.

about it, all right?
- He accidentally cut

his phone lines.

- Fine, just get him out here
- What was I supposed to do?

- as soon as you can.
- A simple no

would have been just fine.
- Thanks.

(receiver clacks)

Hello, Howard.

- Oh, hey, hey, John.

How are you?

- Huh. I've been better.

(hands shaking)
- Yeah.

The wife said that, ah, I
guess you cut your phone lines,

something like that.
- Yeah, sure did.

Pretty moronic of me, right?

You know, it was just one of
those things.

I realized it right as it was
happening.

- Mm.
- You know, the shovel

went into the dirt and it was
too late.

- Yeah. Well, these things
happen.

- So, um, are are they coming
to, to fix your phone line?

- Yeah, sometime today.

They said they're backed up.

You know, it's the phone
company.

Damn bureaucracies.
- Yeah, sure.

- Is everything all right?

Ah, I thought I heard you say
something about a detective.

- Yeah, no, um, that's just, ah,

my dad seeing if there's a
detective

who can, ah, speak at my school.

- Oh yeah, sure.

Well, I'd be glad to
come and talk to the kids

about being a contractor, if you
like.

- Oh gosh. That's, that's a
great idea.

You know, I could talk to your
teachers

at school about that.

- Great. Well, now I should
really get back to work.

- All right.

(tense music continues)

- By the way, Bobby,
if you want some cash,

I could really use your help.

- Yeah, no, I'm, I'm sorry, I
can't.

- Yeah, Bobby, you could learn
more about

the construction trade.

- Yeah, yeah, I, I sure will do,
Mr. Gacy.

I don't have the time this week,
you know?

- Yeah, he has been so
busy with summer camp

and everything.
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh yeah, sure. I understand.

Well, just let me know. All
right?

I'm gonna go. I'll talk
to you folks later.

- Let me get that for you.
- Thank you.

- Just let me know if you
need to use the phone again.

- Will do.

(door closes)
- Oh.

(Howard exhales)
- Okay.

Okay. So what did the police
say?

- Well, the police said we need
a warrant,

but they can't get a warrant
without reasonable suspicion.

- Isn't burying bodies under
his house suspicious enough?

- Bobby, all we've seen
is strange behavior.

That's not enough for
the police to act on.

- Is there more to the story,
Bobby?

- What else do you know?

- Did Mr. Gacy touch you?

- He didn't, he didn't touch me.
He...

- Bobby, what are you not
telling us?

(eerie music)

(Bobby sighing)

- Bobby!
- Bobby!

(footsteps receding)

(Howard sighing)

(insects chittering)

(door opens)

- Howard, are you sure

about this?
- Yeah, I'll be fine.

Okay? We need proof.

- Just remember, Dad, he
tried to knock me off.

- I'll be fine. At least
I'll know where he is.

Okay?

- What if he doesn't go out
tonight?

- He goes out every Friday
night.

It's what you said. He's
a creature of habit.

- Creature of habit.

(car door opens)
- Yep.

See, just like clockwork.

(car door closes)
- Be careful, Howard.

- I'll be careful, okay?
(engine starting)

I gotta go.
- Okay.

- Okay? All right?

(engine revving)

(suspenseful music)

(car door opens)
(engine starting)

(car door closes)

(engine revving)

(doors closing)

(eerie music)

(engine revving)

(suspenseful music)

(Bobby panting)

(insects chittering)

(Bobby grunting)

(Bobby breathes heavily)

(bushes rustling)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Bobby breathes uneasily)

(Bobby grunting)

(flashlight clicks)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Bobby whimpering)

(Bobby retching)

(Bobby gasping)

(Bobby retching)

(camera thudding)

- Okay. Okay.

(camera clicks and clatters)

(Bobby panting)

(camera clatters and clicks)

(eerie music)

(siren wailing)

(coins jangling)

(phone dialing)

(phone ringing)

- Howard?
- Darlene.

- (sighs) Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm, I'm, I'm fine, I'm fine.

I, but I lost him.

- You lost him?

- Yeah, I lost him in the city.

Too much traffic.

- Are you coming home?
- Yeah.

I'm on my way home now.

How's Bobby? Is he staying put?

- Yeah. Yeah, he's in his room.

- Okay. I'll be home in about an
hour.

- Okay. Be careful.

I love you.

- I love you too.

(receivers clack)

(car approaching)

- [Thomas] Do you live alone out
here?

- [John] Ah, no, but they're not
here.

(suspenseful music)

- Yeah, I don't usually
just go to people's houses.

(car door closes)
- Well, we'll try it.

Much more comfortable.
- I'm more of a motel guy,

I guess.

- I only did it one time.

You know, I just don't
think it would feel right.

Here, I've got drinks.
Comfortable couch.

I think you gonna like it.

You know, I bet you it's gonna
change

how you do things from now on.

(door opens)

Come on. Come on in, come on in.

Like the new house? Just got set
up.

(hands patting)

(suspenseful music)

I searched for years and years

to find this particular bottle.

Finally found it.

So, I think it's incredible.

(scotch pouring)

Oh, you're gonna love this
scotch.

There we go. Here you go.

- Man, I'm not doing nothing
until I see some cash.

- Come on, boy.

I told you, I got plenty
of money. All right?

First, let's just see what you
got.

- Look, I, I just, I
don't wanna waste any,

I don't wanna waste my time.

- Waste of time?

You didn't just call me
a waste of time, did you?

(jacket rustling)

- You're not a waste of time.

I just don't wanna waste any of
my time.

I, I'm not interested if
there's no money involved.

- I have a nice home.
I offered you liquor.

You are not going anywhere.
(door closes)

- Get your hands off me.

- No. We'll just have some fun.

All right?
- Please, I'm gonna,

I'm gonna get-
- We'll have

some more alcohol.
- Get your fucking hands

off of me!
Shh!

You are gonna wake the
neighbors.

- If you cared about the
neighbors, you would never have

had me over in the first place.

Get the fuck off of me!

- Oh. Ah!

(John grunting)

(Thomas groaning)

(intense music)

(John grunting)
(Thomas groaning)

(Thomas choking)

(John breathes heavily)

(John grunting)

(John grunting)

(body thuds)

We could have had a real good
time

if you hadn't been in
such a hurry to leave.

(John breathes heavily)

(footsteps receding)

(Thomas moaning)

(footsteps approaching)

(suspenseful music)

(knife scraping)

(John grunting)
(knife stabbing)

(Thomas groaning)

(knife clacking)

(Thomas groaning)

(John grunting)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Bobby panting)
(car approaching)

- Bobby, are you, are you crazy?

What are you doing
under that house, Bobby?

- I got evidence. I got
evidence.

(car door opens)
My camera.

I need my...
- Bobby, Bobby, stop.

- I need my camera!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Dad, no.
- What is going on?

- Let go, no!
- Hey, hey.

Keep it down. Keep it down.

- I need, I need my camera!
- Keep it down.

Keep it, no. Get in the...
- Bobby.

- Get in the house.
- I need my camera.

- Get in, get in the house.

Get in the house.

(Bobby panting)

What is going on?
- Dad, Dad, Dad,.

No, he, he, he's doing it!
He's killing all the kids!

And, and he, the, the, the, the
bodies

are underneath the basement.

I saw it with my own eyes
and I left the camera.

And that's, and that's
the only proof we have.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
You're not going anywhere.

You've caused enough trouble
already.

- What? Dad, what, what
are you talking about?

I did nothing wrong!

- You just can't stop meddling,
can you?

Leave it alone.
(Bobby sighs)

(suspenseful music)

I, I've had enough.

- What, what are you doing,
Howard?

- I'm taking the law into my own
hands.

- No. No.

You don't know what you're
saying.

Howard, you can't do that.
(gun pump clacks)

No! No!

Howard, do not lower
yourself to his level!

You can't do that. We'll call
the police.

Just let us call the police.

- And what about all those kids
he killed?

How many other people do you
think are underneath his house?

- That doesn't mean that,

that you can take the
law into your own hands.

We'll call the police. Howard,
we'll just call the police.

(knocking on door)

Someone's here.

Someone's at the door. Bobby,
Bobby!

(suspenseful music continues)

- It's him.

(doorbell ringing)
- Oh my God!

Oh my God! Oh my God!

- Go, go to the bedroom. Both of
you.

Go to the bedroom now! Go now.

(footsteps receding)

- (sighs) Who is it?

- Ah, John from across the
street.

(insects chittering)

- Hi, John.
- Hey, Howard.

You okay?

- Ah, sure. Why?

- You don't look so good.

- No, I'm, I'm fine.

How can I help you?
- I'm sorry

to come by so late, I was just
wondering

if you might have a spare bottle
of wine?

- Wine?
- Yeah.

I have a date tonight.

You know, it's my first
one since the wife left me.

And I thought it might
be nice to, you know,

bring some wine along.

You know, you're such a classy
guy,

I thought you might
have something on hand.

- Um, yeah, yeah.

Hold on a moment.

(suspenseful music continues)

(bottles clinking)

- Ooh.

- Red, 1968, Sonoma County.

Can't beat that.
- I'm not a professional,

but this sure does look
like a nice blood red.

- Oh, you can't go wrong
with a rouge like that.

- (chuckles) What do I owe you?

- Ah, nothing. Absolutely
nothing.

It's all yours.
- Thank you, huh.

Geez.
- Yeah, you, you,

you have a good night.
- Oh, I certainly will.

Appreciate it.

(door closes)

(Howard laughing)

(Howard chuckling)

He just wanted a bottle of wine,

so I gave him a blood red bottle
of wine.

- And you just let him go?

- Just stop with the nonsense,
Bobby.

- Just stop it.
- Dad, he's a murder!

- Bobby, just, just
stop already. All right?

I followed him all night.
There was, there was nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

And then shows up on the front
porch

dressed like a political
candidate

- Dad.
- running for office.

There's nothing wrong.

- Mom, can you just-
- Honey, honey, please.

- Are you doing drugs with your
friends?

- What?
- Yeah, because I know what

hallucinogenics will do to your
mind.

- We are all getting
- Mom, can...

- a little bit carried away
here.

You know, I have never
actually seen Mr. Gacy

do anything illegal.

- Yeah.

He might have a pension for
young men,

but it's not illegal.

- Aw, Dad, Dad, I, I, I was...

I went to the crawlspace
on the side of his house,

and there's dead bodies
that are in there right now

as we speak and there's bodies!

- Bobby, just stop it!

I've had enough. I can't take it
anymore.

- Howard, there is something
going on over there.

- Darlene, now you're
searching for skeletons?

- Okay, now, don't you
talk to me like that.

Don't talk to me like that.

- Let's just all go to bed.
Okay?

Let's just, let's just
all go to sleep. Okay?

You go take a shower 'cause
you're filthy.

And if you ever go over to Mr.
Gacy's house again uninvited,

I will take away all of your
privileges.

Look at me. Do you hear me?

- Mom, can you...

Dad, you are wrong about this.

- I hope I'm not.

- Oh. (sighs)

(suspenseful music continues)

(gun clacks)

(faucet creaking)

(shower spraying)

(soft dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(faucet creaking)

(door scraping)

(Bobby gasping)
(John grunts and laughs)

- Let me go!
(John laughs)

- Do you know what the
only thing I like better

than boys is?

(sniffs) Mm. Boys who are all
clean and smell real nice.

(laughs) Oh, you left your
camera under my house.

Oh, come on.

I've got something real
special to show ya. (laughs)

(insects chittering)
(phone ringing)

(receiver clacks)

(Howard sighs and moans)

- Hello?

- Mr. Walker?
- Yes, this is Howard Walker.

- Hi, how are you? Detective
Carlson.

Yeah, I apologize for calling
you so late.

I just wanted to let you
know that we got a tip

that connects John Wayne Gacy
to a 19-year-old, murder.

And, ah, we're pretty sure
he's responsible for that.

Possibly more.
(suspenseful music)

- Bobby's right.

Thanks for calling, detective.

- Sure, and I apologize again
for calling you so late.

- Yeah, it's, it's quite all
right.

- Mr. Walker. Do me a favor,
sir.

Stay in until at least sunrise.

- Yeah, thank you, detective.

(receiver clacks)

(Howard sighs)
(Darlene gasps)

(suspenseful music continues)

(receiver clacks)

Bobby.

- Bobby.

Bobby.

(gasps) Howard!

Howard, Howard, look at this.

Look at the floor. He was
dragged away!

- Oh God. Bobby!

(suspenseful music continues)

(insects chittering)

(knocking)

Bobby! Bobby!

Open the damn door, Bobby!

(door banging)
Ah!

(Howard breathes heavily)

Bobby!

Bobby!

(footsteps pattering)

(gate creaking)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(flashlight clicks)

(Howard grunting)

Bobby!

(suspenseful music continues)

Bobby!

Bobby!

(suspenseful music continues)

Bobby.

Bobby.

Bobby!

Oh!

(Howard breathes heavily)

Oh. (coughs)

(Howard retching)

Okay. Bobby!

Where are you, son? Come on,
Bobby.

I know you can hear me, Bobby.
Bobby!

(Howard breathes heavily)

Oh, God.

(Howard coughing)

(ax scraping)

Bobby!

(Howard grunting)

(grate clattering)
Ah!

Son of a bitch. Bobby!

Bobby!

(suspenseful music continues)

Bobby!

(Howard grunting)

Bobby!

Bobby?

Bobby?

Bobby!

Bob? Bobby?

Bobby!

(footsteps receding)

Bobby?
(Bobby breathes shakily)

(John laughing hysterically)

(Bobby coughing)
Oh, Pogo's bad!

So, you just had to go
and snoop, didn't ya?

Didn't ya? (laughs)

You couldn't leave well
enough alone. (echoes)

I'm a good neighbor.
Don't you think? (echoes)

I was always good to
you, wasn't I? (laughs)

Come on, Bob. You always
have a comeback. (laughs)

What's the matter now? (gasps)
Are you afraid of clowns?

(John laughing hysterically)

(Bobby moaning)

You're gonna like this.
(record crackling)

(soft guitar music)
(John laughing)

♪ In your dreams ♪

- Whoa, there we go.

(laughs) Get in.
♪ I kill ♪

(footsteps running)
- Bobby, son!

♪ I fulfill ♪

- Bobby?

♪ My desire ♪

- Bobby?

♪ When you're away ♪

- Bobby?

♪ I'm a clown ♪

♪ But you don't laugh ♪

♪ You frown ♪

♪ So I make plans ♪

♪ For domination ♪
- Oh, no.

Are you a sad clown now? Aw!

You know, you're about
as bad as this poor guy.

Well, no something's missing.
(laughs)

♪ I kill ♪

- Ooh, yeah, that's better.

Yes! Now you look so good.

(John laughs hysterically)
♪ I fulfill ♪

♪ My desires ♪
- Oh yeah!

♪ That I can't control ♪

(chuckling) Oh.

Oh, look at that.

There, look at that.

So, what was I saying?

Oh yeah.

Do you like magic tricks?
(laughs)

'Cause I got a good
one. And you know what?

I bet you'll never figure
out how it's done. (laughs)

(handcuffs jangling)
Ta-da!

Handcuffs. Regular old
handcuffs. (laughs)

(handcuffs clattering)
Hey, hold on.

You're ruining the setup. Hmm.
(laughs)

Ah. There we go.

Now, do you know how to
get handcuffs off? Hmm?

(Bobby groaning)
Oh yeah.

(intense music)

You give up? Well, hmm?

You have to use the key, dumb
ass!

(John laughing hysterically)

Hey, come here. (laughs)

Don't you just love the suburbs?
(laughs)

The neighbors washing
your car in the driveway.

The cookouts, ooh!
(Bobby groaning)

Kids on their bikes. Yeah.

Hot dogs. Balloons!

Puppies. You've gotta
love the puppies. (laughs)

- Bobby!

♪ Humiliation ♪
(soft pop music)

♪ In your dreams ♪

♪ I kill ♪
(door creaking)

♪ In your dreams ♪

- So, you've seen this
before, haven't you? (laughs)

I knew you were watching.
(chuckles)

I could smell you from
a mile away. (laughs)

You always did smell
particularly good to me.
(laughs)

- [Howard] Bobby!

- Ah, dammit.
- Bobby!

- That is the one big
problem with the suburbs.

There's always some jackass
knocking on your front door.

- Bobby!
- Go away

and don't come back!
- Dad, Dad!

- We don't want any. (laughs)
- Dad!

Oh, he's never gonna find us.

This room has no doors.

You can only get in here if
you know the secret. (laughs)

Oh, I love this part.
(Bobby groaning)

(John laughing)

Soon enough, you'll just
slip off into unconsciousness

and I'll do with you as I
please. (laughs)

(ax whacking)
- Dad.

(John laughing)
(ax whacking)

(picture frame banging)

Dad.

- Bobby!

(John laughing)
(ax whacking)

- Oh, you are determined,
Howard. (laughs)

Thank you all for a
great time. I'll miss ya!

Bye! (laughs)
- Bobby! (grunts)

(John laughing hysterically)

(intense music)

Bobby! (grunts)

Are you okay? I got ya, I got
ya.

(handcuffs clattering)

- Come on, come on, Dad.

(handcuffs jangling)

- Okay, I got ya.

Come on, come on, come on, come
on.

(Howard grunting)

(soft dramatic music)

(soft dramatic music continues)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic music continues)

(dramatic music continues)

(intense music)

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)