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The things he did to those kids,

he's confessed to it twice now.

There is also the matter of my co-counsel.

We're gonna need a real nuts-and-bolts guy

to keep shoveling off the shit kunkle throws our way.

There is a petition to remand my client

to the psychiatric hospices of cermak hospital.

All we ask is that he be held in emergency custody

for psychiatric evaluation.

The court agrees.

I told cops, you did nothing!

Where is he?

Where is my boy?

Parents reported the boys missing.

Cpd kept doing nothing.

Medical and dental records

will be required to identify the deceased.

They dumped some of them, off the side. Right here.

Goddamn fairies.

Faggots brought it on themselves.

He wasn't like that.

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

He wasn't like that.

He was... he was better than what they're saying!

- I can do this. I, I can... - I have to. Thank you.

You don't.

These are the x-rays.

One shows that root canal he had that year.

His infection.

The other's for the gold crown.

I have earlier images, but I...

I don't think they'll need them.

Molds I took of his teeth.

I made models, a couple of years ago.

In, in case...

well, after he disappeared.

In case...

No. No, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

No. No. No, no, no.

This case is gonna be built by digging through case law.

It's actually extremely exciting.

Fucking tedious.

All right. Be straight with me.

What did gacy confess to police?

All of it. All the murders.

Thirty-two of 'em.

If it's even the right number.

How the hell'd you let that happen?

My team meet him.

You get a copy of the confession from police?

Did gacy sign it?

Nope. Nothing to sign, Bob.

Police didn't have him write it down or record it.

He just kept talking like a fucking looney tune.

Des plaines just jotted down notes.

Hang on a minute.

You're saying all I got is some notes?

Confession didn't happen.

They could've said whatever they wanted.

- Holy shit. - When they got...

they got nothing to prove gacy said anything.

Plus, you said he was distressed.

You said taking pills, he's drinking heavily

could be improper exertion of influence.

Right now, all they got evidence of

is that gacy was illegally operating a graveyard.

I mean, we still gotta build up a defense.

Insanity is the way to go.

No other way.

I mean, look. The good news is

half the shrinks in the country are begging for a crack at him.

He's like the fucking Mona Lisa to these people.

Prosecution's entitled to run their own tests

with their own professionals,

but I think we worry about that later.

I mean,

there isn't a world where he's anything

but fucking crazy, right?

Gacy. G-a-c-y.

Any reports on his sentencing, incarceration,

and his release from anamosa state?

Yes. Thank you.

Fax it over as soon as possible. Thank you.

Appreciate your time, frank.

Yeah. Helluva way to start your tenure as chief of detectives.

They're, calling it the "crime of a century."

- Yeah. Yeah. Well, you know? - Yeah. I do.

So how can I help?

Our investigation recovered gacy's company payroll.

And detective tovar here

was looking into some of the employees listed.

A few of them were reported missing to your division

around the same time.

We're hoping to get some clarification on

what was known about gacy and when it was known by cpd.

God, I think it's fair to say nothing was on here, Joe.

Otherwise, we'd intervened.

I'm sorry. You guys dropped the ball.

You know that. We know that. Let's just...

let's just get this straight here. It's our ass, too.

We're not trying to pin anything on Chicago...

It sounds like it.

Help us understand this.

A man convicted of sodomizing a teen boy

is paroled early to Chicago.

And then his teenage, male employees

start disappearing from the area.

And nobody in your department looks into the guy?

Nobody taps our officers, lets us know

there might be somebody in our neighborhood hurting kids?

The families, they're gonna want an explanation.

And what we are trying to say is that

we are more than willing to be the first line of defense

if you can help us fill in these gaps.

You, you know

we don't treat every missing kid as a homicide, right?

Teenagers, especially.

Last year in Chicago, 19,000 kids go missing, 18,000 return,

and blow off a little steam, they come home.

Except the thousand who don't.

- The szyc kid, I understand. - There's no direct link to gacy.

Then you have butkovich's father,

and then the parents of the other missing employee...

Yeah. Greg godzik.

Yeah, we looked into it.

Both families.

We have both families

saying that they were calling cpd, nonstop.

Mentioning gacy.

Yeah. I... I've read the reports, Joe.

We visited gacy, yeah. Looked into him.

Sometimes.

But these weren't kids.

They're teenagers.

And no known violence had occurred.

No record of foul play.

- No reason... - We were told...

to request gacy's record whatsoever.

We were told by both families that they were adamant to cpd

that gacy has something to do with it.

Nobody thought the two missing persons

linked to the same man was odd?

It was just chalked up to coincidence.

This isn't des plaines. It's Chicago.

It's a fucking sprawl.

Butkovich was from police area six, north side.

The godziks are from area five, northwest side.

So you got Marko butkovich calling area six about his son.

You got the godziks calling area five about theirs.

Sure. Both reports mentioned a man named gacy,

but how are two different officers

in two different locations supposed to know that?

When I was at vice, we shared whatever information we had.

Vice? Yeah. That's why you're such a fucking asshole.

Vice is where we sent cowboys and mutts

who can't be fucking muzzled.

You know, part of being a leader

is controlling your subordinate, Joe.

I'm sitting on potentially dozens of bodies

that need to be identified,

and I've run out of road.

Files on every missing kid that fits gacy's m.O.,

that would be a great help.

Plus, anything you have on gacy himself.

Well, there's a system.

Lotta paperwork, gonna take some time.

Weeks, months... I understand the system.

I would consider it a favor for whatever that is worth.

Ship all the files for every missing kid

from 1970 to now over to des plaines.

Well, you got it.

But you'll see, most of these kids are just troubled.

Where are you two headed?

You don't wanna rent some skates?

Come out here?

Don't have enough cash.

It's Billy, right?

You got a fancy car, too?

No.

How can you afford to fill that thing up with gas

if you can't afford to skate?

Maybe that's why I can't afford to, honey.

You think of that?

I'm sorry. Danny has a sharp tongue,

and he thinks it's a gift.

What's your gift?

Outrunning cops.

Can I come with you?

Please?

You from Chicago?

Yeah. But, my family, we lived away for a while,

but I missed the city, so I came back.

What was that your friend was saying?

About you and cops?

Who'd you steal that car from?

If I tell you, will you go to dinner with me?

I'm happy to have you on the team.

That's a helluva 'stache you got on you.

You do somethin' with it?

Put somethin' in it to make it so full?

Soap and water.

Hah. Good on you.

All right. Here she is.

Lot of very accomplished, intelligent psychiatrists

wanted to meet with you, John.

Fought for it even.

Dr. Deborah Healy is the best out of California.

Flew out here just to see you.

All right then.

You're the lucky winner.

Step right up, head-shrinker.

It's good to meet you.

I'm not being rude. Just...

You're not gonna try anything, are you?

I've always had a thing for blondes.

I suppose that's a no then.

There you go.

That's better.

Before Bob and I go,

we just wanna make sure that you understand the prosecution

will make use of this evaluation. Okay?

Everything you say will be on the record.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm happy to talk to whoever,

get the story straight, you know?

Put the blame where it belongs.

All right. Have fun.

So,

what do you want to know?

A good childhood then.

I loved my father. And he loved me.

He was just from the old-school.

A strong man. Strong views.

Guess you could call him somethin' of a disciplinarian.

Fair to say that he beat you?

Put it this way.

Pop liked his drink, liked his sports,

liked his son actin' like a man.

But I liked gardening, baking with my ma.

I was sickly. Couldn't throw a ball.

And the things I liked...

You like wearing the panties?

Maybe enjoyed dressing like a woman?

Hell no.

God. No.

The feel is all.

I stole 'em for the feel.

You buried them? Under the house?

Why not borrow the panties?

Return them to the drawer?

There was no putting them back

because I'd use them for, for private sex.

"Private sex"? Masturbation?

Boys will be boys.

This is your typical oedipus complex.

Jesus Christ.

Let me explain it to you.

It's an obsession with the mother.

It's a competition with the father, yada yada.

I know all about this stuff

'cause I read lots of books in psychology.

I could recommend some to you.

That's very kind.

I can pretend to be a virgin if it's ruinin' your fun.

Give you the feelin' you're poppin' my head cherry?

No need to pretend.

It's good to talk to someone so knowledgeable.

May I ask, John.

Your mother caught you. Were you punished?

Yeah.

And the old man never quit

tryin' to beat the sissy out of me.

But I got older. Got tired of it.

Always dealing with him.

Like a different person when he was drinking.

And this one night, he wrestled me to the ground.

He was drunk.

He was cursing at me, beating on me,

but I managed to get on top of him

and hold him down. All right?

And he was screaming at me.

"Hit me!" He was saying, "hit me! Come on. Hit me!"

Calling me a coward. "Hit me, you coward!"

Did you hit him?

I only held him down.

Just held him there.

Told him, "I love you."

"I won't hit you. I love you."

I took off that night.

I figured if I left and made somethin' of myself,

I'd come back

and he'd have a reason to be proud of me.

I made my way to sin city.

It sounded so neat.

What was your plan?

I didn't have one.

No. I just focused on trying to find work,

and it was a lot harder than I figured.

I tried banks, schools, casinos.

Nobody would hire me because I was underage.

I almost tucked tail, turned around,

went back home, but then, a miracle.

They were lookin' for a janitor.

I met the mortician, Ben.

He seemed real hesitant at first,

but I told him that not everything in life

is about a diploma.

Sometimes it's about passion, and drive,

and a way with people.

I didn't need some fancy diploma.

I had people skills.

And he saw that. He hired me on the spot.

Janitor/night watchman.

Yeah, I was just a teenager movin' up in the world.

I was so, so damn excited.

He even gave me a cot,

let me sleep right next to where he did the embalming.

So he believed in me.

Understood I was a hard worker.

I was working the night shift, 7:00 to 7:00.

Also, I got a chance to learn some, watching him work.

John?

John?

John?

Everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah, just a nice memory.

- It was my grandfather's. - That's nice.

You're gonna steal it?

You don't look like a thief.

Okay.

What does a... what does a thief look like?

You dress well, and you're polite.

- Well, that... - yeah, okay.

Thank you.

- That's my mom. - She's,

always on me about taking pride in my appearance.

She taught me how to iron, how to crease my clothes.

Where is she?

Ohio with my siblings.

How many are you?

Five.

And I'm the oldest, so,

you know, I kind of raised them.

My, my mom was always working.

And so, every day after school,

I was alone with them when they were little, you know?

So they'd always be tugging on me

and asking me for stuff,

like toys and candy and chips, whatever.

And, and I felt bad 'cause I didn't have any money.

So, so I started stealing the stuff they were asking for.

I realized it was pretty easy. I was good at it.

You ever worry you'll get caught?

Yeah, I've been caught a few times.

My mom made a point not to bail me out,

but you learn from it.

You figure out what to do to not get caught the next time.

What matters is you make it home at the end of the night.

I feel like you've lived so much.

We'll, you're a girl.

When you're a girl, everybody helps you,

get you back on track.

If you're in trouble, people assume the best of you.

If you're a guy, they assume the worst.

Be told to man up, figure it out.

I've never thought of it like that.

It's okay. I figured it out.

I got a place, I got nice clothes, I can eat.

Take out a pretty girl.

Okay. You ready?

For what?

It's time to dash.

No.

But now I'm kind of giving away the gambit,

- come on, we gotta go. - Right.

You didn't hold your tongue downtown,

why are you doing it now?

It's nothing.

Stop lookin' at me like that.

I just didn't know you were such a kiss-ass is all.

Okay.

Cpd didn't kill those kids and neither did you.

So put down your pitchfork and your cross

and start flipping through the pages,

- you son of a bitch. - Why are you defending them?

It's a massive department.

This was not on purpose. It wasn't malicious.

Gacy fell through the cracks.

Timmons said it himself. You heard him.

He told us that we're gonna go through all these files,

and we're gonna see that all these kids were troubled.

Yeah, they're troubled.

Drugs, runaways, gangs, delinquents.

- Timmons was right. - Exactly.

- That's my fucking point. - Finally, a fucking point.

All right. Police area 73 doesn't communicate

with police area 773, fine.

But how about this?

How many pages are in each of those files, give or take?

I don't know. Couple.

That's what I'm saying.

There's fucking nothing in here.

Two pages. Two pages. Three pages.

Most of these are just the initial missing persons report.

There's no field interviews,

there's no contact with the person

that reported them missing.

Chicago didn't follow up.

This?

You would really not have to give a fuck

to wind up with one page.

But you don't get it.

And it's not your fault that you don't get it.

You're not in the muck.

You didn't have Marko butkovich's spit

all over your face, all right?

You're making this personal.

Well, fuck yeah, I am.

And that's not my fault.

Sorry.

What?

Body we ID'd?

Godzik? Mom's here.

Wants to talk to somebody.

She's got her kid's dental records and teeth.

I can go do this.

No. It's not your job.

Now, when you came home, how did...

Excuse me for a moment.

Sorry. I know I have another pen somewhere.

Yes. Vegas.

How did your family react when you came home?

This is a mess.

Is it bothering you?

Better question is, why isn't it bothering you?

If cleanliness is godliness,

you're a goddamn heathen, aren't you?

You're not gonna tidy up?

Clean it.

Clean it!

The jacket.

Ma forgave me.

And pop felt it was time to move out, find a girl.

And he wasn't wrong.

I wanted to show him that I could do okay for myself

on my own.

I found a job at a men's clothing store not too far,

in Springfield.

And that's where I met my first wife.

Had such a nice, warm feeling with marlynn.

I always wanted to be a father, a family man,

and I finally was.

I loved the kids.

It's hard being away from them.

You, you were away often?

Well, my father-in-law put me in charge of his restaurants.

So he clearly liked you, respected you?

No, I don't know about that.

I think he just wanted what was best for his little girl.

Was your father-in-law difficult to impress?

He was demanding. He didn't approve of me easy.

So you inherited another father figure

whose approval you couldn't earn?

No, no.

No, my father-in-law was tough on me, but...

shit.

You're real good.

Well, whatever it was with him, it helped with my dad.

'Cause ma told him how well I was doin'

and he just had to come see it for himself.

He was proud of me that day.

I know he was.

Because he told me so.

We were sitting there splittin' a bucket of biscuits

and he looked me dead in the eye,

and he says, "I was wrong about you, John."

Good wife, good kids, good job.

"You done good." Just like that.

"You done good."

Was on top of the world.

Around that time is when I got hooked up with the jaycees.

The social club?

Social club? Jaycees is about politics.

Means for young men to get into a network of professionals.

You wind up meetin' important people,

organizin' charitable events together.

You have a love for politics.

Politics is about power.

Power depends on consent.

That's a quote from

"main currents in modern political thought."

Lotta folks don't know that's all politics is.

The feelin' of bein' important, that people trust you.

And you like power.

Don't you?

You sittin' there,

jottin' whatever you're jottin'.

Judgin' me when you don't even know me?

At one point, the head of our chapter,

he asked me personally for my help recruitin' new members.

That's how much they trusted me.

After a while, I got this notion to start showin' films

after our meetings to draw interest.

Whoa!

Let's go!

Yeah!

Woo-hoo!

Membership tripled.

You like stag films?

Never seen one.

My god.

Yeah?

Okay.

You can't bullshit a bullshitter.

Anyway, everybody agreed there was no harm in it,

and it kind of snowballed,

and this idea of wife swapping came up.

Even got marlynn into it.

And all of a sudden, I could fuck whoever I wanted.

Even other men's wives.

That's just how powerful I was.

Plus, I had good standin' in the community,

so I thought I might as well

run for president of the Waterloo jaycees.

And that's how I met Don vorhees.

Local politician.

Offered to be my campaign manager.

Met him and his son.

One day I was drivin', right?

Just goin' about my day.

I saw his son, Don Jr., hitchhikin'.

I give him a ride.

Pickin' him up that day.

Probably the worst mistake of my life.

Marlynn was out of town visiting her mother at the time

and Don sr. Was a nice guy, I thought.

So I assumed that his son was a nice kid.

I was dumb and stupid.

Pop always said that to me,

that I shouldn't be so dumb and stupid.

"Don't be so dumb and stupid, John Wayne."

I should have listened.

Because I'm gullible like that.

That's my fault. I just, I, I trust too easy.

You feel this boy took advantage of your good nature?

Kid ruined my life.

Just when things were going perfect with my family, my pops.

And for what? He wanted it, I wanted it.

Are you saying it was a consensual relationship?

- Damn right it was. - He was a teenager.

You were a man.

Okay. See, you don't understand.

You don't understand at all.

He and I had an agreement.

I didn't force him to do anything.

He asked for money and I paid him.

Then he wanted more.

I says no, he starts talking about telling his father,

and that is blackmail.

Pure and simple, that is blackmail.

And this is a fairy trait too, you know.

Lyin', flippin', changing their word.

One moment this is okay, the next it isn't.

Or there isn't enough money anymore. They're liars.

You speak with great disdain for fairies.

You hate them. Why?

They're weak.

You feel as though you're a different kind of homosexual?

You've been listenin' to a word that I've said?

I'm not a homosexual.

Sorry, it's only that you're telling me you seek out men.

I'm not a fuckin' fairy.

But you spend money to have sex with them.

- Christ's sake! - This is ridiculous.

You are not listenin'.

How can you get an accurate account of my mind

when you're not listenin' to a thing that I'm tellin' you?

This is sloppy.

I'm gonna get on Sam about this.

You're a woman for cryin' out loud.

You can't understand how complicated

gettin' off can be for a guy.

They need a boy psychiatrist, a male psychiatrist in here.

I apologize. I was wrong.

Wrong to assume you're homosexual.

That's... that it's not what you said to me.

I'm not mad.

I'm not mad at you, Deb.

I'm sorry I lost it a bit.

I'm trying to tell you, you don't...

you don't seem to understand me.

And everybody's getting this wrong.

Everyone's getting me wrong.

- That's frustrating. - It is.

And the thing is,

I'm not the monster image that's being portrayed in the papers.

There's no truth to it.

I was the one taken advantage of.

And that's what all the lawyers and the cops are missing.

Everyone's got this tunnel vision for these guys

that I was dealing with, labeling them "victims"

like they were altar boys or something.

The focus has all been on them.

But what was done to you?

Exactly. Exactly.

And what I don't understand is,

why are you the first person to ask me that, Deb?

"Please don't help Mr. Gacy.

He's been blowing and jerking and molesting me."

The court was a joke.

Do you know that when the sentencing report

came back from Iowa state hospital,

they recommended that I be given probation?

Probation.

Was never supposed to go to prison.

Then they sentence me to ten years.

You know,

I don't even think my pops was surprised.

It was like he expected it.

Said something about how he had to work twice as hard now,

to wipe out the blot on his good name.

I was the blot.

Nice of you to join us.

All right. Let's go.

Let's make the most out of the last hours of the day.

I'll help.

It wasn't a jab. I'd take any excuse not to be here.

Yeah, believe it or not, I'd rather been here instead.

Yeah, pretty easy day, really.

One kid still had his shoes on,

so he didn't spill any bones anywhere.

How was your Christmas?

Got a couple of dandyburgers.

Got a little drunk.

Passed a lot out.

How about yourself?

I wasn't my best.

Yeah?

I couldn't really talk much

and they all noticed.

Growing up, all I wanted was to push a black and white,

catch bad guys, you know, like in the movies.

Yeah. How's that working out for you?

I'm digging fucking bodies up out of a floor.

So pretty fucking good?

Yeah. Pretty fucking good.

I imagine prison was

quite a shocking experience for you,

given that you'd never have been in legal trouble before.

I was terrified.

Worried someone was gonna rape me.

But I did everything I could to make the best of a bad situation

and restore honor to my dad's name.

After a while, things ended up being fine.

There's this, this one older fella

a few cells down from me.

He's a real talented painter.

I'm better than him but, he was still good.

And I asked him if he would paint

my father's portrait from a photo that I'd brought in.

I wanted to gift it to him.

He took his sweet-ass time.

Had to keep on him. Fucking artist.

Took him three months to finish.

My old man died before I could give it to him.

Christmas day, '69.

How'd you feel when you found out he passed?

Like I killed him. The shame of it killed him.

His death profoundly affected you.

He was my dad.

How did you deal with it?

What? I'm not sure.

I mean, that's life?

Shit happens?

I got let out a little while later. Paroled.

Early. Remarkably early.

Yeah. They knew I didn't belong there.

Was a model inmate.

They studied me like you're doing now.

Doctors, parole board.

They found me to be a near-perfect case

of rehabilitation.

Figured I benefited society.

Let me out after 18 months.

And that says everything you need to know right there.

I just wish I could've made him proud of me

one more time.

Never saw marlynn or my kids after that.

- Why? - She took them.

Nothing I could do.

It's fairly commonplace in a divorce,

fathers work something out,

arrange to see their kids on holidays, what have you.

Even incarcerated people still see their children.

Did marlynn prevent you from seeing them

or did you stay away?

It just boils down to she took them from me.

I only ask because you were so invested in being a father.

I don't understand.

Just go back to that time, in your mind,

to how you felt when you were released.

I mean, your kids were quite young.

You'd only been away a year and a half.

You didn't reach out. Why?

See, you're going in circles now.

Did some part of you feel relieved they were gone?

Okay. We're not going into that.

Knowing you had this proclivity for young men,

did you feel it was for the best?

No, we're not going into it.

I was a family man.

A happily married one. I just...

I couldn't have the kids.

I was supposed to stay near my mother.

My mother.

That's what the parole recommendation was,

so that's what I did.

I did what I was told.

Now, I could tell you about that part if you want

but you have to stop it with this.

You gotta knock it off.

It's right around this time, by your own admission,

that you murdered the first young man.

Self-defense.

Will you tell me about it?

Greyhound bus boy.

Is that what you call him?

Did this boy have a name?

He must have. I'm sure he did.

Pervasive narcissism.

Personality disorder with obsessive-compulsive,

antisocial and hypomanic qualities.

All compounded by alcohol and drugs.

Grandiose sense of self-importance.

Possibly borderline psychopathic personality

with episodes of paranoid schizophrenia.

Psycho-sexual conflicts,

a pronounced feeling of masculine inadequacy,

an alarming lack of empathy, ego disintegration,

expressions of very hostile, dangerous impulses.

So? He's crazy, right?

I've never seen anything like it.

Like him.

I hope to never again.

Was there anything in what he told you

that could explain why he did this?

Did he say why? No.

But, I think he was killing off

bits and pieces of himself that he hated,

that his father hated.

Specifically, his homosexuality.

We have to prove gacy has a condition.

Loses control, loses his grip on reality,

prevents him from understanding what he's doing is illegal.

Does this evaluation support that?

When you consider his various delusions,

psychotic episodes,

his complete lack of emotional control under duress,

I'd say it's entirely possible.

And you'll testify to that?

I moved up my flight.

- Headed back this evening. - Great.

Obviously, I'll file my findings.

Make myself available as you need me.

O'Hare has a bar, right?

Gate 38.

Great.

- Take care. - You too.

We are going with this.

Every interview, every piece of press

that mentions John Wayne gacy

has got to include the word psychotic.

We drive home how unstable he is.

John gacy, face of insanity.

That's how we win.

Is it a win if we win?

Excuse me.

You're Elizabeth piest.

- Yes? - I saw you on TV.

Robert's mother?

I'm eugenia godzik,

Greg's mother.

I...

I needed to see it.

Doesn't seem real.

The whole time, he was in there,

twenty minutes away

every day for two years.

Can you make sense of it?

I went looking for Rob

down by the river the other day.

That's where he...

Threw him into the river.

I don't know why I thought I'd find Rob,

but it was frozen.

I have to wait till spring to find my boy.

The kind of... how a man...

the kind of evil that man is.

I spoke to him.

To gacy?

Begged him for help.

He was Greg's boss at the time.

I called to ask him if he'd seen my son

and he told me Greg had left a message

on his answering machine

days after I had reported him missing,

that he was probably fine.

When I asked him to play the message for me,

he said he'd erased it.

- That's... - Cruel.

My husband and I called Chicago police so often.

Kept telling me to trust them.

They weren't trying like I was trying.

I spoke to every halfway house,

every group dealing with runaways,

even hired a private detective to do their job.

All they could do was give us Greg's bones in a bag

and apologize.

I love you.

Billy?

This is fucked.

- What? - This is just fucked.

- Why? - Because I'm not a... I'm not...

I'm not a good person like you.

Yes, you are.

I've done really fucked up things in my life.

I don't care.

I'm trying to tell you that you should care, okay?

Me and Danny, we,

we, we nearly killed a guy one time

for his TV. Like...

- Billy... - You're not for me, okay?

And, and that's okay.

You know, there's, there's, there's an...

there's a good guy out there for you,

a guy with... you know, he's got a good job and,

and he's not doing fucked up shit all the time.

And... and he's,

he's a guy that you can be really proud of.

So shut the hell up and be him.

Be that guy.

Get a real job.

Bag groceries, I don't care.

Whatever it is, I'll be proud of you just for trying.

I know who you are.

I'm for you,

so I'm not going anywhere.

Hello?

Commander. Kozenczak, des plaines.

It's late.

Been doing some digging.

A year ago,

Robert Donnelly is walking from college to the bus stop.

Gacy pulls over, pretends to be a cop,

cuffs him, takes him to his house,

he sodomizes him, he pisses on him.

He forces him to play Russian roulette.

He takes him into the bathtub

and he drowns him over and over until he loses consciousness.

- Donnelly begs gacy to kill him. - Chief...

State's attorney's office declines to prosecute.

They called it homosexual horseplay.

Now three months later,

gacy attacks Jeffrey rignall.

Same outcome.

That and the two missing employees

that you and I talked about,

it's not a fuck up.

It's not a miscommunication, an oversight.

That's a scandal.

Ten days,

we had gacy tailed and in custody in ten fucking days.

Chicago had ten years.

You finished?

Your boy, Rob piest?

You know why you launched a thousand ships

looking for that boy?

Makes me wonder.

What if he'd been a runaway,

a thug, a queer, an addict?

How many days would it have taken you then?

- Hello? - Don't be mad.

What? Where are you?

I know I'm late. I'm sorry.

But I got the best reason in the world.

I think I got a job, a real job.

- Serious? - Yeah.

Your fiance's got a job.

I'm, I'm so proud of you.

We should celebrate.

I gotta sign some of the stuff for this guy but,

but I'll be there really soon. I love you.

You, you just looked so nice.

I talked to him. I called him up to find out

if my Gregory called and he said he did,

and that he was gonna come to work. And...

And I says, "well, did he ever come?"

He says, "no." And I says,

"how do you know it was Gregory?"

And he says because he had him on his, tape, you know.

And I asked him if he...

You know, if he could play it back.

He said, no. He erased it. So I wouldn't know.