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Det. Tovar: Today, we recovered two more victims

from the crawlspace.

-Medical and dental records will be required

to identify the deceased.

He is in custody.

-Parents reported the boy's missing.

CPD kept doing nothing.

-Files on every missing kid that fits Gacy's MO,

plus anything you have on Gacy himself.

female reporter [on radio]: Most of Gacy's alleged victims

were either male prostitutes or other homosexuals.

They came looking for a good time

and got more than they bargained for.

Elizabeth: He wasn't like that.

Not like what they're saying like those other boys.

He wasn't like that.

-Gacy attacks Jeffrey Rignall.

State's attorney's office declines to prosecute.

They called it homosexual horseplay.

Sam: He's sick. -So walk away.

-Most lawyers go their whole careers chasing cases like this.

-Step right up, head-shrinker.

-It's good to meet you.

-John Gacy, face of insanity.

That's how we win.

[people clamoring indistinctly]

[camera shutters clicking]

male reporter [on TV]: Is John Wayne Gacy

competent to stand trial?

-No. Look, my client is mentally ill.

I've, I've seen it firsthand.

I've seen him jerk from one personality

to another while in custody.

His voice changes. -Jesus Christ.

Sam: He, he looks different. And I'm no expert, but I...

-[Sam chattering on TV] -[metal door clangs]

-Oh, perfect timing. -[people clamoring on TV]

-How'd you get a TV in here?

-Guards and me work somethin' out. Excuse me.

Sam [on TV]: If you can please be patient...

-You like bein' a star, Sam?

'Cause you're making me out to be a real loon.

And I don't care what that lady doctor had to say

'cause she wasn't paying attention,

and that's malpractice is what that is.

I laid it all out for her real nice,

bit by bit, my whole life story.

And what do I get? I wind up looking like some crazy fag.

I mean, what's my ma gonna think, huh?

I wanna talk to the press.

You can't be the only one talking

when you don't know what you're sayin'.

-We are using the press to save your neck.

It's part of our strategy. -Shut up.

Bob, when you get to know me real good,

you'll figure it out. You'll see.

Nobody talks better than me.

I'll have them eating right out of my palm. Both palms.

-Uh, can we talk about that strategy for a minute?

-Yeah. Sure. -In light of your psych evals,

we're advising you plead not guilty

by reason of insanity. -Oh, God.

Here we go with this.

How about we plead innocent

by reason of self-defense? -How?

How would you propose we do that, John,

considering everything?

-[laughs]

You really are as sharp as a bowlin' ball

if I gotta tell you this again.

Blackmail, extortion, robbery, assault.

They were all takin' advantage of me.

-That is a steep road to climb.

-Sorry. It's too much work for you.

-Kunkle wants you dead.

Fried. Do you get that?

Bob: We're asserting the insanity defense

to keep you from being executed.

-Look, look. I get it.

I get that you feel like a sitting duck.

It's hard being in here. Okay?

But we have a job to do and we are fucking doing it.

Now you gotta trust us.

Find something to do with your time.

Keep yourself busy.

I heard they have ping-pong in here.

Maybe get good at that.

[***]

[door metal creeks, slams shut]

[dark music playing]

-[scraping] -[man coughs]

[***]

[door opens, wind howling]

[door slams shut]

-Can I talk to you for a second?

-Don't do this. We're here. We're fine.

-Came down on high.

-It's snow. It's a little fuckin' snow.

-I-- We gotta shut it down.

-This is bullshit.

-You haven't found any new victims recently, right?

-It's been a couple days, yeah.

Doesn't mean they're not down there.

-Map says 27. You've pulled 27.

-Who knows if this fuck's tellin' the truth?

-We can get back down there after the storm.

-Where are we at IDing the victims?

-We've hit some speed bumps.

Families have stopped dropping off personal items,

fingerprints, phone calls.

It's all died down.

I mean, I barely got a couple dozen dental records.

-Oh, we all know why that is.

-Hey, I'm on your side.

Look, I'm following up on a couple of leads.

I just need you to take it easy.

-Let me dig. Send them home.

Nobody'll know. Just you and me.

-You gotta get some rest.

-Pack it up. -[tools clang]

Everybody's shittin' their pants.

Unsafe to drive or some bullshit.

Shut it down 'till the storm passes.

[sighs of relief]

-Oh, fuck off. Go home. -[man laughing]

[door opens, closes] [wind howling]

[dark music playing]

[***]

[man coughing in distance]

[wind howling]

[door handle rattling, opens]

-Yeah?

-I'm Lieutenant Joe Kozenczak, Des Plaines PD.

I'm looking for Jeffrey Rignall.

-What police department did you say you were from?

-Des Plaines.

I'm the lead on the John Wayne Gacy case.

-What do you want?

-May I come in? -No.

-Last year, you filed a police report for assault?

You named Gacy as the assailant.

Would you like to tell me exactly what happened?

-I already did. Everything.

You did nothing. So I got nothing left to say.

-That, that was Chicago PD.

-You think I give a fuck? You're too late.

-I need your help.

If I'm gonna fix this,

I need to understand what went wrong.

-You can't fix this.

I shouldn't have to explain it to you.

Kids died 'cause of you.

[door lock clicks, wind howling]

[indistinct chattering, loud music playing]

woman 1: He's so cool guy. It's exciting.

woman 2: Have you talked to him about it?

man: Kinda feel it. [indistinct]

woman 1: Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

woman 2: I think he likes you, honestly.

[loud party music playing]

[indistinct chattering, laughing]

-[laughs]

[loud indistinct party song playing]

[indistinct chattering, laughing]

[song playing in distance]

Dale: I'm gonna miss you, Phil.

-And I'm gonna miss you more, Dale.

-[laughs] No.

What am I gonna do in this place without you?

-[sighs] Believe me,

I don't wanna move out to the boonies

with just my pops.

-Yeah. Yeah. I know.

Shit, I wish my dad was dyin'. [laughs]

-Nah, you don't mean that.

-Fuck that.

[indistinct chattering, music playing in distance]

What's this?

-Bus ticket.

Come visit me.

If you ever want to, I'll be there.

Would love it.

-I don't know you.

I don't know your deal.

But whatever it is between you two?

Is fuckin' beautiful.

-My brother's movin' to Pennsylvania.

-Y'all brothers?

-Basically. -I mean, not blood brothers,

but close enough.

Billy: That's good.

[whistles] Yo. Bring that shit over here.

Give these guys whatever they want.

Go ahead and take it.

Ah, so my name's Billy.

-Dale.

This is Phil.

Billy: My folks, they're deep in the bottle,

ya dig?

Had to look out for number one.

So I got a job instead.

-Yeah, I was talkin' about this earlier.

Parents ain't shit.

-Fuck that somber shit.

Look at us now. Fine-lookin' studs.

-Yeah. We, we,

we just work at the movie theater.

Not exactly rollin' in the dough like you.

Phil: [groans] Yaow. Woo.

No jive. You sell drugs, right?

-[scoffs] Nah. I fuck for money.

You're interested?

Cats like you could get top dollar.

-[coughs]

-Like sex, right?

-Yeah, like sex.

-You a hustler.

-Fuck, yeah, baby. And livin' is easy.

-[laughs] You guys hirin'? [laughing]

-Well, I-- I'm turning into a high as fuck pumpkin here.

I still need to pack. Let's go, Dale.

-Yeah, we got all night. You can pack later.

-Yeah, Phillip. Pack later.

-I can't go home this high.

My dad'll break my other arm.

-Hey, don't you worry, Phillip.

We'll take good care of him, you know?

-I'll come see you in the morning before you go.

-All right. I'm out at 8:00 AM. You won't make it.

-I'll make it.

[indistinct chattering, music playing in distance]

-[Billy inhales heavily] -Damn. [laughs]

Okay, fuck it. Give it to me.

[clears throat, inhales]

[laughs] Dude, you just did it.

-You go ahead. -All right. Fuck it.

Fuck it. Fuck it. -Here we go.

-[clears throat] Cheers. -Cheers. [laughs]

-[coughs] Oh.

John: Cezanne's my favorite. He did impressions.

-What kind of impressions?

-Landscapes mostly.

-So you're a painter too?

-I'm the real deal.

That's why I need supplies.

I can paint something for you.

-Like what? -You like Disney?

-Not really.

-Who doesn't like Disney?

I mean, Mickey? Bambi? Doc, Grumpy, Happy?

-[door slams shut] -I'm a grown-ass man.

-Well, you gotta like Jesus Christ.

You like him?

-Yeah, I like him all right.

-Okay. I'll do him for you.

You want thorns on him?

-Sure. You any good?

-Any good?

Your ears mucked up, Jenkins?

I'm telling you, I'm not drawing stick figures here.

It'll be like you died and are nose-to-nose with God.

I just need those supplies.

-Nothing I can do.

Above my pay grade, buddy.

-Oh, man.

Okay. I get it.

Rules are rules.

Good on you. You're doing your job right.

You're reliable and trustworthy.

I could've used you at my company.

It's just sometimes you really wanna do things

for yourself, you know?

Take control.

Makes you wanna scream sometimes.

It's so frustrating.

Makes you feel like not much of a man, don't it?

I mean, you get it. You said so yourself.

-[scoffs] I didn't say that, John.

-You said you had no power.

-I get to leave here tonight and you don't.

-That's a good point.

I didn't mean nothing by it. No disrespect.

It's just-- it was so impressive how Chuck, the night guard,

got me a TV all to myself.

[inmates chattering indistinctly]

Nah. I don't want you to think twice about it.

I'll just see if Chuck can come through for me again.

[John dialing on phone]

-Ten minutes. -Okay.

-You tell him you just wanted to talk?

-No. I told him I was a Jehovah's fucking Witness.

Rignall's pissed. Hell, I'd be too.

I wouldn't talk to us either.

Everybody fucked everything up.

-Well, he'd be good on the stand.

We could get a subpoena, make him talk.

-Did you hear anything I just said?

We gotta be gentle with him.

We'll let him cool off.

Besides, I got somebody else I'm hunting down.

It's embarrassing, you know?

It's fucking embarrassing. We treated him like shit.

-[sighs] There is a time and a place to straighten things out.

Today ain't it.

-"Today ain't it." That's probably the reason

all this is happening in the first place.

-Hey, hey.

Do you mind if we just handle this guy first

before we fix the world?

[door opens, creaking]

[door closes]

-[Bill sighs]

-Thanks for coming in, David.

With the weather and everything.

I mean, the snow is really coming down out there.

So, um, you worked for Gacy?

-I, uh-- For a bit.

-How'd you win that lottery?

I mean, we've been doing this for a month now

and there's not a lot of you left.

You know, alive.

How'd you meet?

-Uh, in '76, I was hitchhiking down Elston Ave.,

coming from my job.

John pulls up and offered me a ride.

-How'd you find him? Was he nice?

-Just like anybody else.

He told me I seem like a good worker.

That's hard to find in kids these days.

And... Then he said he did construction

and he offered me a job.

And my grandma had started charging me rent.

So John was offering five dollars an hour.

He said I could start right away, uh... [scoffs]

painting a hot dog stand.

-How long did you work for him?

-Um, a few months before I moved in

and then a year after that.

-Moved in where?

-Uh, with him.

-Him who? Him Gacy?

[ominous music playing]

-Look, my grandma lived a ways away

and I'd show up for work late.

John would dock my pay and lose his shit.

And he said he just got a divorce.

He got the house to himself, and extra room.

And he charged me way less rent than my grandma.

-And what did you all... do together?

-I don't know. Uh, I mean, he, he liked to have fun.

Was work hard, play hard, he said.

And his business was all right.

There were lots of other guys.

So we would drink and, um...

-David, we're not here to bust you.

-Not yet.

-Ignore him. What'd you guys do?

You did some drugs together?

What? Weed? Okay.

Anything else? Cocaine? Uppers?

-Did you fuck him?

[***]

-Were you ever intimate?

-He, uh--

Um, he... [chuckles softly]

he told me that he paid for things.

My food, um, drugs.

And sometimes I'd fuck up.

I'd maybe mess up his tools by accident.

And he would say that I owed him.

-You're not answering the question, David.

-No. No. Let's forget about that.

I, I wanna talk about this.

There's a bunch of dead kids under that house.

You lived there.

You didn't know anything, hmm?

You didn't see anything?

You're telling me you didn't smell anything?

-I never saw him murder anyone.

-Hey, look at me.

This guy's a good cop.

He has the say on who gets charged with what.

But I have some sway.

And I am telling you...

that I will ruin your life in an instant.

[***]

-Uh, One time,

he paid me extra...

to dig him a trench...

in his crawlspace.

[somber music playing]

Billy: You were in church earlier today?

What were you doing in church?

So you were in church and then you came here?

I don't wanna know.

My man. You're still shitfaced?

-[sighs] Been flying all night. Ready to land.

-We're just getting our second wind.

Oh, man.

[whistles]

[people chattering indistinctly]

Julian, get this man a pancake platter and a cold beer.

Pronto. That's for everyone.

You keep the rest, huh?

-All right. Yeah. Here. Billy: You want a bump?

-No. -Okay.

-Yeah.

[man laughing, indistinct chattering]

-You said bye to Phil?

-Didn't make it.

-Aw, man. That sucks.

Hey. You love him, huh?

-You know. -Yeah.

He knows that. He loves you too.

-So take me to the bakery 'cause I want that bread.

-Okay, stud.

Enthusiasm's half the game.

I love hustling.

Love making money.

Love making people feel, uh, appreciated.

It's powerful. -Hmm.

[people chattering, laughing]

-Are the girls who pay you all that cash

old or ugly or something?

-[chuckles]

Girls? Look around, my man.

Hookers.

[indistinct chattering]

-All these guys are hookers?

-No. Not the older guys.

[indistinct chattering]

-Don't get me wrong... -Hmm.

-I dig it.

Whatever you wanna do, do.

But I ain't queer.

-Queer. Straight. Bisexual.

What's it matter, hmm?

Plenty of these guys here are straight.

When they clean their house too.

Like, you know, uh, it's not for everyone.

Believe me. I don't wanna pressure you.

-No, it's all good.

How much you pulling down?

-Prices vary, of course.

A lot to take into consideration.

Two, three hundred a week.

-Hot damn.

-Cheekbones, ass like yours? [whistles]

I'm just saying. You could pull in more.

-It'd take a month to make that at the theater.

-We're all selling our bodies.

Why not get the most for it, huh?

[indistinct rock song playing]

Billy: Let me introduce the legendary...

-Hmm. -matriarch of Uptown herself,

Sophia Saint Laurent.

-Uh-uh. Matriarch sounds like an old stuck-up bitch.

-If the stiletto fits.

-I'll shove my stiletto up your ass.

Billy: This is the Land of the Free.

You got options here.

The more open you are, the more options you get.

There's Harvey.

Let him suck your dick, you get $50.

And that's plush, 'cause most guys only drop 20 for that.

-Shit. I'd only go to him then.

-Nah. Let the guy come up to you.

Keep him dangling.

-And who is this tall, dark,

and handsome lollipop you're hiding?

-Don't mind her. She's in heat. -Ooh.

[Ivy & Sophia laugh]

-I'm Dale. -Hmm.

Welcome to the stroll, baby.

You're gonna do just fine out here.

-Now, play it a little dumb.

The old hawks don't like it when you're smarter than them.

[***]

-What's a hawk?

-Hawks are everywhere.

All looking for chickens.

Us. Ripe for the plucking. [smooches]

Finger-licking good.

Billy: That dude there in the Pontiac?

Another easy score.

He'll lick shit off your boots, hand you 30 bucks.

-Fuck off.

-No judgment.

-I don't have the money for this.

-I got you. You got me.

-You take a cut?

-More like, it's an investment.

You think I can fuck all these hawks myself?

Father Blake. As in "man of God" father.

He's a local.

Pays a hundred for whatever, but they gotta be young.

-So... [clears throat] do you do everything?

-Everything is a negotiation.

But I've been doing this for a while now.

Open to a lot.

-Did Billy tell you about pairing up?

Never turn a trick alone.

-Why?

-'Cause that's how you go missing forever.

-We got a system.

Walk up to the car.

Write down the plate.

If something goes upside down, we know who you're with.

If something don't feel right, you walk away.

Billy: You make the rules.

Don't fucking forget that. That is fucking essential.

Sophia: You're young and hot.

You'll always have your pick of the litter.

[chuckles]

All right, my sweets.

Go make that money and I'll see you in the morn.

[Ivy & Sophia laugh]

Singer: * Yeah, rock on *

Sam: Did you call Dr. Healy?

-Uh-hmm. I had to set the record straight.

-No. You threatened her.

-I did not.

I corrected her memory.

-John.

Jesus fucking Christ, John.

We need her for your defense.

-Maybe I should defend myself.

-That's a great idea.

The last time I let you run your mouth,

you talked your way out of a plea deal.

-You need to think outside the box.

-You told me you killed 33 boys.

-I was drunk and high.

Cops were chasing me.

And you gave me more to drink.

I would've confessed to the St. Valentine's Day Massacre

if it was put to me. -[sighs]

-What the fuck? Why are you mad at me?

I'm mad at you.

You've let me down at every turn.

I'm in here 'cause of you.

And you won't let me talk to the prosecutor, the press.

Now the shrink. I mean--

-What are those?

-Letters. Fan mail, actually.

Midge from North Dakota thinks I'm innocent.

Jimmy from Tallahassee doesn't think I'm crazy.

And there's a-- there's a whole bunch more.

I could keep reading them out to you.

-John, Midge and Jimmy won't be in your jury pool.

-Yeah. That's what I'm saying.

We should get them in there, don't you think?

-That's not how-- Fucking stop thinking

about Midge from Kansas! -North Dakota.

-Stop calling anybody but your mother and your sister.

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me, John?

-Yeah. I hear you. -Good. Good.

[bangs on door]

Start listening before it's too fucking late,

because we are almost there.

[door creaks, slams shut]

David: What are we doing here?

-What did you think these trenches were for?

-I just did what I was told.

-He say anything else?

Just get down there and dig and you dug?

-No. Sewer lines.

He, he said sewer lines for flooding.

What are those flags?

-Well, that-- that's a person.

And that's a person. And that's a person.

That's-- well, or, you know, was a person.

Where were you digging?

-Um...

It was over here.

This was my room,

where I slept.

John slept here.

We were digging somewhere around here.

-So you're down there, face in the shit,

and you are telling us that you had no clue?

-About what?

-About the bodies, David.

You lived above 27 dead bodies

and you expect us to believe that you had no idea?

-You don't understand what it was like with him.

What it was like living here. -Okay. [clears throat]

-Why don't you tell us? Help us out.

Make us understand, hmm?

What'd he do to you?

-I...

[somber music playing]

I had to wear two pairs of jeans to sleep.

-The fuck are you talking about?

-"You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours."

That's what he said to me.

And I didn't know what that meant until he--

It was my birthday.

My present.

He climbed on top of me.

[shakily]

And he took it out and he put it in me.

-He attacked you.

Why didn't you call the police?

-'Cause he said he had people in his back pocket.

Cops, lawyers, you know, people like you.

Mafia even.

-Hmm.

-And he said if I gave him what he wanted,

he would give me more money.

-Hmm.

So you're not a victim, you're a whore.

Did he pay you to keep your mouth shut

about the murders too? -No.

-I don't believe you, David. -No.

-I don't believe you, okay? -He wouldn't stop.

-You're a fucking liar. -He just wouldn't stop.

-Bill. Bill.

-[sobbing]

Even when I said stop, he wouldn't.

And I said stop...

a lot of times again and again.

And I--

I said it until--

His eyes were so--

It's like nobody was there.

I mean, it's like he wasn't even there.

[sniffles]

And, yeah, I got scared...

and I stopped saying stop.

[people chattering indistinctly]

-So I can lay him out if it gets crazy, right?

-Yeah, Bruce Lee. You got this.

-Where you gonna be?

-Right here. In the shadows, my man.

I ain't going nowhere.

You know, it's always like this for first-timers, you know?

-Like what?

-Nerves. Adrenaline pumping, pumping, pumping.

Couple tricks, you'll be a real ace.

-I'm cool now.

-Good. 'Cause you got a hawk circling.

[whistles]

Seventy bucks.

He wants you to smack him around a bit.

More if he can jack off while you do it.

-Yeah. [clears throat] -All right.

[indistinct chattering]

[dark music playing]

[siren wailing in distance]

-Surprised you found a place that was open.

Earth to Sam.

-Yeah. Sorry.

Yeah, no, this blizzard isn't keeping people

from making money.

Hey, I miss this.

-You mean dinner with you and me?

-Yeah. [chuckles softly]

-And Bob?

I'll take what I can get.

-[sighs]

-You're Sam Amirante.

-Yeah. That's me.

-This your wife?

-Huh?

-You're gonna burn in hell, you piece of shit.

-Hey. Hey. And who the fuck are you?

-Hey, Sam. Sam.

-Watch your fucking mouth. -Come on, Sam.

-You all right? -Are you okay?

-Yeah.

Sam: These people. Whole thing's un-American.

Bob: Are you kidding me?

Being able to spout an asshole opinion

rooted in a complete and utter lack of information,

is wholly American.

And we're gonna be manipulating

that very ignorance to save his life.

-The media coverage on this isn't making it any easier.

Never in the annals of history

has there been so much pre-indictment publicity.

-That's very good.

You should use that next time.

-Uh-hmm.

-You're not gonna get a fair trial here.

[people chattering, laughing]

-I mean, we could petition to move it out of the county.

-I saw a news story in Chinese.

-Judge Garippo won't grant it.

The case is too shiny on his resume.

-We could motion to hold the jury selection somewhere else.

Not in China, of course, but, uh,

somewhere both far away but close enough

that Judge Garippo will buy in.

-To Midge and Jimmy, wherever they may be.

-North Dakota and Tallahassee.

-Cheers.

-Mr. Sam Amirante?

[jazz music playing on radio]

-I don't know the answer.

-It is you.

-Can we get an autograph?

I loved what you had to say.

Everyone deserves a strong defense.

-We're actually in law school.

-Well, there is hope.

-And you're Bob Motta, co-counsel.

-In the flesh.

-And this, this is my wife, Mary.

-Maybe we could grab a bite sometime,

pick your brains.

-I'm out.

But Mr. Motta here is the real brains of the operation.

He always carries a pen too. -[woman chuckles]

-Well, you never know.

[people chattering indistinctly]

-Hey. woman: Hey, Dale.

-Hey. man: Hi, Dale.

Dale: Oh.

woman: Hey, babe.

-Oh. Hey. -[Sophia laughs]

-Oh, hey, you see Billy?

-Not for a couple weeks.

-Huh. Me too.

-Probably with Harvey.

You know how he likes to keep them drugged up

and in the house for a few days for extra money.

-[chuckles softly] I wish Harvey

would keep me a few days in the house.

Um, if you see him,

just tell him I'm looking for him.

-Okay.

[vehicle approaching]

Dale: Fifty. Upfront.

More depending on what gets you off.

[somber music playing]

[door bell dings]

Phil: Didn't think you were coming.

-[groans] Crazy party last night, brother.

-It's Tuesday.

-Shit.

-Good morning. Can I get you something to drink?

-Can I get a beer? Want one?

-Not for breakfast.

-You're killing me. Coffee. Black.

-Uh, and two waters please.

-Okay.

-You're looking sly. How's life in PA?

-Um...

my dad passed.

-I'm sorry.

-He was in a lot of pain. Tired.

-Well, we're here for a good time,

not a long time.

-Speak for yourself, man.

I'm trying to live as long as possible.

Out in the woods. Hugging a tree.

Growing my own food.

Government doesn't even know about me.

-Oh, you a hippie now.

-Peace, love, and harmony, man.

-Yeah, maybe out in the woods. Not here.

-Here you go.

-Can I get a menu? -Sure.

-Thanks.

What about you? Your pops?

-Oh, fuck that cat.

Finally got a divorce.

He moved the fuck out.

-Glad to hear it. -Yeah.

Oh, and, uh, Denise is about to have a kid.

-Far out. -Yeah.

-Good for her. -Yeah.

Gonna spoil my nephew.

Get him a fucking pony or some shit.

[laughs] -Not bad.

Well, what's your new grind?

I know you're not still working at the theater?

-Um, busboy-ing...

at this high-class joint.

Downtown. Killer tips. [chuckles]

-Don't bullshit me. I know you.

-All right.

I started, uh,

slinging grass for Billy.

-You and Billy really still kicking it then, huh?

-Truth is I haven't seen him in a while.

But, uh, we got a good operation going.

-Are you taking care of yourself?

[somber music playing]

-Thanks.

-You know-- Um, shit.

Um, I gotta go.

I, uh, forgot something.

-No. Wait. Stay. Eat with me.

I, I don't know when I'm gonna be back.

-I'm sorry for being late.

-[Phil breathes deeply] [sniffles]

[***]

-Robert Donnelly?

I'm Lieutenant Joe Kozenczack, Des Plaines P.D.

I was hoping I could talk to you

about your confrontation with John Wayne Gacy.

Robert: Show me your badge.

Closer, please.

Was wondering when one of you would show up.

Well, I don't trust anyone anymore.

I don't care if you're the mailman.

I don't like walking on the street too long either.

It's something that I'm working through.

Robert: You know, he had me laying face down

on the back of his car

for 10 to 15 minutes

while he drove back to his house.

It's amazing how one minute can just feel like forever.

[mournful music playing]

You know, I, I told the police this already,

so I don't know why, why I'm repeating myself right now.

Lt. Kozenczak: I, I know.

And I cannot apologize enough for that.

So, Robert, I'm gonna need your help

to figure out how this all happened.

-He offered me a drink.

Robert: I refused.

That's what set him off.

"You're a guest," he said.

"You should accept my hospitality."

He told me the house was soundproof.

That he could kill me and no one would ever know

because he's a cop.

He handcuffed me.

He raped me over and over,

first on the couch, and then the bed later.

And then he, uh, he, um...

Lt. Kozenczak: He dragged you to the bathtub.

He held your head under water until you blacked out.

He urinated on you.

-You read the report. Okay. Okay.

[***]

Lt. Kozenczak: Robert...

it's all in there.

[sinister music playing]

Robert: Now that I know about all these boys

and what happened to them...

I just can't figure out why he let me live.

Why he, uh,

drove me back to my job and told me not to tell anyone

[softly] because they wouldn't believe me.

Which was true.

Nobody did.

[***]

I wonder...

if this is all part of some bigger plan.

-To make it right.

-Nothing can be made right.

All we can do is make sure this just doesn't happen again.

[ominous music playing]

Now that you're listening.

[music fades]

[sinister music playing]

[music continues]

[***]