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You need to think outside the box.

You told me you killed 33 boys.

It shouldn't be your first case.

Not my first case?

You're not gonna get a fair trial here.

We could motion to hold the jury selection

somewhere else.

I'm looking for Jeffrey Rignall.

- What do you want? - Last year,

you filed a police report for assault.

You named Gacy as the assailant.

In light of your psych evals,

we're advising you plead not guilty

by reason of insanity.

How about we plead innocent

by reason of self-defense?

He said if I gave him what he wanted,

he would give me more money.

So you're not a victim? You're a whore.

Love you.

And it's welded. Ain't going nowhere.

Where were you at ID-ing the victims?

There's a good guy out there for you.

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

So shut the hell up and be him.

Get a real job.

- Never turn a trick alone. - Why?

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

Happy birthday.

All right. I'll be in the car. Go.

Yes! Thank you.

You really scared me there, Mr. Gacy.

Just one more trick for the road.

reporter: [indistinct] the discovery of Rob Piest's body?

We're thankful that Rob Piest's body

has been recovered...

but my client is still entitled to due process

afforded by the Constitution.

We're not reverting to, uh, mob rule and lynchings

as much as the prosecution has pushed for that.

Listen, this is all I'm gonna say.

In light of the newly discovered bodies,

we will be amending the charges,

uh, bringing it to a total of 33 murders.

Excuse me.

Gacy was, uh,

suffering from chest pains and had a heart attack.

reporter: And these are real symptoms?

I assure you, he--he's not faking it.

He has a long history of cardiac issues.

He's been in and out of the hospital,

requires real medical attention.

The insanity defense is nothing short

of a Sam Amirante Hail Mary.

I have nothing more to say on the matter.

It is stupid. - It's true.

Gacy had been fasting for 20 days,

consuming nothing but liquids.

Uh, it was not a hunger strike per se.

But, uh, Gacy is a very religious man.

And, uh, Easter's around the corner.

So, you know who else fasted, Jesus.

We are very pleased that Judge Garippo has denied

the defense's request for a change of venue.

However, agreeing to impanel a jury from a different county

is going to delay the trial another three weeks.

Um, if you ask me,

this is Mr. Amirante's plan all along.

A potential juror yelled out in court,

saying my client is guilty.

I had no choice but to file for a mistrial.

Now the judge rejected the motion,

but the law is clear, the jury pool is poisoned.

And these are Rockford jurists.

Imagine if they had been impaneled in Chicago.

- Are you suggesting that... - I mean, look.

Maybe Bill Kunkle can finally stop whining about

being cooped up in Rockford for the selection process.

I highly doubt it knowing that man, but...

I can understand why the Clowning Association

would hold a press conference to defend their profession.

But no, we will not be calling any clowns to the witness stand.

It's been a long 14 months,

but I'm prepared to wage a street-fighter style battle

in court for John Wayne Gacy's

God-given rights as an American citizen.

Bob Motta and I are tough, aggressive lawyers,

gladiators in a three-piece.

We do not hold back.

Thank you, everybody, and I'll see you in court.

Oh, come on.

Jesus Christ.

Well, this is awkward.

Only when you say it is.

Bob.

Moo.

Just too hungry to send it back.

Uh, ready for next week?

We ever really ready, Bob?

Just gotta feet first it.

Goddamn right.

I'm gonna grab our table.

Can I order you something?

Yeah. Whatever, uh, you think I'll like.

Thank you. - "Whatever you think I'll like?"

Jesus Christ.

You guys make a cute couple.

Been thinking about last year.

That day, that first day in court, me and you?

What you told me? To walk away.

Hmm.

Regrets?

I don't know.

I just really thought I could... handle it.

And, uh, fuck.

I mean,

who could've predicted this circus?

You mean other than everybody?

I'll predict another thing

where my big ass is gonna end up after I win.

Up on that big-ass bench.

Fifth time's the charm, huh?

Uh-hmm.

Right after that sick fuck of yours

takes his place in hell.

Is that why you're doing this?

To become a judge?

I'm doing this because he deserves it.

Everything else is just gravy. I like gravy.

I just wanted my own practice.

You know hell attracting new clients is gonna be tough

now that you got that scarlet letter on you.

When I joined the Marines, I got picked on.

Uh-hmm.

My size made me an easy target.

Italian Meatball they would call me, among other things.

Got my ass kicked daily, yelled at,

just trying to fucking break me, you know.

But I didn't quit. - Hmm.

Became the 17th Marine

ever to score a perfect 500 on my physical.

It's in my DNA,

stick with it till the bitter end.

That's a great story, Sam,

but it's a piss-poor excuse to let a psychopath walk.

You know, you need all 12 for a conviction.

I only need one for a hung jury.

Well...

ding, ding.

It's-- insanity doesn't sound pre-meditated.

What part of what I just told you

doesn't sound pre-meditated?

That's not the issue, Jeff.

You published a book,

in which you state that Gacy was insane,

out of his mind. - He is.

We told you to wait until after the trial to release it.

I knew it. I knew--

When that cop came to my door last year,

I knew it shouldn't have helped.

You came to me.

Just wait?

I mean, it's, it's all you people,

you cops, all you ever say.

I'm so tired of waiting.

I wanted my story out.

We have to paint a clear picture. All right.

The core principle of our argument

is that Gacy wasn't insane,

that he was clear minded, pre-meditated.

Yeah, he's all of those things.

It confuses the jury, Jeff.

If you get on the stand and testify,

the defense is going to impeach your testimony

with the help of your own damn book.

You made their argument for them.

You know what else juries hate?

The idea of a witness profiting from a case.

And as our key witness, no, none of this is any good.

We can't use you.

It's a sad thing what happened to you.

A shit situation.

But we only get one shot at this and we gotta get it right.

- It's my story. - Uh-huh.

I did what I thought was right.

I'm the victim here.

You have to work on your bedside manner.

Life's too short.

We need another compelling witness who knows Gacy,

counter the narrative. - I understand.

Otherwise, Sam will be doing his best Brunnhilde,

singing the same insanity note over and over.

All right here.

Divide and conquer.

You take the victims, I'll take the families.

Spread them out. I need to see the whole mosaic.

All right. Obviously,

we're gonna have the families testify.

All right. They will emotionally activate the jury.

Save the experts for counter.

I don't know about that.

No, no. I need them to blunt

whatever Sam's crackpot expert has to say.

We still-- We need a key witness.

It has to be Cram.

No. I don't trust him.

Yeah, he worked with Gacy, lived together, still alive.

man 1: [indistinct] Come on, come on. Come here. Yeah.

man 2: Here we go, guys. - Right there. See?

Yeah, I see it.

Don't you find this kind of ironical?

You knock on my door one day out of the blue,

and poof, our lives are changed overnight.

Now, here we are, two peas in a Ford.

And it's because of you that I don't got a house anymore.

That's one way to look at it.

No other way. That's the facts.

You had nothing to do with it.

You're a confusing man.

Can't tell if you're as crazy as they say.

I'm not crazy.

Bet you wish you never walked to that pharmacy, huh?

Wished you stayed uptown.

Bughouse Square.

Killing kids nobody cared about.

You know, I think about guys like you.

I mean, I never met anybody like you, but...

People say I talk a lot.

Guys I bust, maybe five, twenty, life, whatever.

I don't know, you know.

I'm just going about my day.

At the grocery, filling up the tank with gas.

I don't know, walking down the street,

nothing but guys like you and your little cage

staring out your tiny little window.

Wondering if you're thinkin' about guys like me,

goin' about my day, wanting to be us.

It strikes me.

I've never heard of a detective-driver.

Feels kind of like a reverse promotion,

you drivin' me around.

I requested it.

Really?

What, I, I entertain you?

Got a question I need to ask.

Well, fire away.

How many did you kill?

Huh?

How many bodies are still out there?

What're you talkin' about?

In the crawlspace, you said there's 27.

We found 29.

Four in the river, that makes thirty-three.

But there were five that you said you dumped.

Just numbers ain't addin' up.

Is it really 33 bodies?

I didn't kill any of those boys.

Wanna hear a joke?

Do I have a choice?

So, there's these two mice

and they're in their Sunday finest, right?

They got nice pants, uh,

short-sleeve button shirts, ties,

and they got these Bibles tucked under their arms.

And they're walkin' around this neighborhood

and they stop at this one house

and they knock on the door.

And the owner, he opens up.

And one of these mice, he says,

"Sir, can we talk to you about Cheesuz?"

Come on. Cheesuz. That's a good one, ain't it?

It's always handy to have a joke in your back pocket.

Still not done?

It's a lot of tires.

Stacking is very easy.

Easy, ripe, and luscious.

That another Butch Cassidy quote?

And when you're done, latrine.

Oh, I was on toilet duty all last week.

Man, it's a new week. Don't live in the past.

Hey, uh, Mr. Patil?

Um...

I, I was just, uh, wondering if I could get a raise?

A raise?

My grams’ gonna start charging me rent.

It's 30 a week.

Two bucks an hour ain't gonna cut it.

You know, if I put a hiring sign in that window,

by lunchtime, I'll have a hundred people

lined up looking for work, same rate, maybe less.

You see?

In this economy,

you should be happy you even have a job.

Take your time, Ms. Stapleton.

Sam. Just seeing Sam's bracelet, it-- I just...

Water?

Thanks.

Watching those other moms testify,

I was sure I could handle it.

But I can't go back in there. I'm sorry.

You don't need to be sorry.

His bracelet, it was such an ugly thing.

Now...

can I get it back?

We'll figure that out after the trial, all right?

Samuel didn't deserve this.

Neither did you.

And the jury needs to hear that.

How this changed everything for you, for your family.

I can't make you do anything that you don't wanna do.

But I know that you've heard the things

that the press is saying about the boys.

Horrible things.

I don't watch the news no more.

It's part of the defense’s strategy,

saying that the boys had it coming

for one reason or another.

Looking for a bigot to hang the jury and it's not right.

Your boy had dreams, a mother who loved him.

And Bessie, you have the power to tell that story.

That's a lot to ask, I know.

But I have heard things about you.

Getting those two cops suspended for messing with your boy.

Beating.

Yes. Of course.

Holding landlords accountable.

Knocking down every single door that you could

looking for your Samuel when he was taken from you.

And I need that strength now.

I hate to be the one to ask you for it.

But I need you to get back up on that stand

and show the jury the love that you have for your Samuel.

Was hoping I could talk to you and Harold about something.

He isn't home.

Offer you a drink?

It's not ideal what I have to say.

What else did you find?

What else did Chicago PD mess up?

Oh, they tailed Gacy a few years back,

missing kid, nine years old.

They said there was nothing they could stick him with,

but yet, here he was, again, on their radar.

And you had asked me before all this started,

do, do the police treat every investigation the same?

I would've said yes.

I'd fight anybody who said different.

But today, I'm realizing that I have blind spots.

The system, the, um...

the investigations, nobody's talking to nobody.

We have cases being worked

and then others just being overlooked.

And so, yes, there's a better way.

There's a, uh, a better way of cooperation,

of communication, but there's walls.

A lot of them.

And I'm trying,

I'm trying to break through them.

But I can't.

You're here for a reason?

Sometimes the best way to get what we want is to make noise.

And you got to make a lot of it.

But people like me tend to be transferred

or whatever for making noise.

So I'm supposed to do it?

I think so.

There are plenty of people making noise.

You said it yourself.

And nobody did anything.

You paid attention to us.

That was Rob. Rob made it easy.

They were just boys.

All of them.

Why do even the most straight forward things

have to be a fight?

I'm tired.

Complaining to Garippo about not enough witnesses

being called on your behalf? - Whoa, hey, hey, that's private.

How did you get that?

You can't communicate with the judge behind my back.

Don't you know how this works, John?

Yeah. Actually, I do. I studied law.

No, you didn't, so just stop. Okay?

Look, I am bending over backwards

trying to help you out here.

Don't you see that?

What-- Talk to me. What, what do you think--

What do you think is going on here?

All these victims' families saying bad things about me,

it's all lies.

I don't know any-a-one of them.

And I'm just sitting there like a dead duck.

I can't say nothing back and defend myself.

I hear you. But that's how this works, John.

Hold on now. Your job is to defend me.

You should be bringing in friends

because I got lots of 'em.

Have a look in my Rolodex contact book or,

or heck, my PDM workers.

They'll tell you how great of a boss I am.

- Your employees? - Uh-hmm.

What the fuck, John!

I can't bring in your employees

because you killed most of them.

You buried them underneath your house.

Hell, even that David Cram kid's a witness for the prosecution.

Look.

We will get our turn.

Prosecution first, then defense,

and no more letters to Garippo, please. Okay?

I'm serious. And if you can't do that,

then I'm gonna quit right now. Okay?

I can't be fighting two battles at the same time, John.

I just can't do it.

John?

You know anything about construction?

It's easy.

John asked me to train you.

He said you were in the Army or something?

For a couple months.

How long you worked for him?

Uh, six months. Around there.

Cool.

Um, things to know.

He's a cool guy, but cracks a whip.

He's kind of like a perfectionist.

Wants things on a certain way.

Don't piss your pants.

It's probably not as bad as the Army.

Why you think I left?

I bet we have more fun than you grunts, too.

John's parties are out of sight.

Free booze, whatever you want.

Anything goes. - Solid.

Yeah. Hey, he can be kooky,

but he's better than any boss I've ever had.

He told me to think of him more like a friend than a boss.

Yeah, that's true.

Work hard, play harder.

That's his motto.

Uh, we're here.

A hotdog stand?

John was talking big.

He said his company made a million a year.

Lots of big contracts.

I was thinking like cranes and,

and rigs, that kind of thing.

Yeah, that's John being John.

He says a lot.

Sometimes it's real.

Other times just a bunch of hooey.

But, uh, who cares, right?

I mean, five an hour is a sweet deal.

Grab some paint brushes. I'll show you the ropes.

Hey.

Thank you for coming.

Yeah, of course. When did this happen?

Couple days ago.

Drunk maniac ran her off the road.

Her ribs are broken, vertebrae, neck.

Um, the nurse gave her some meds,

so she's in and out of it.

Mom?

Yeah. Sweetie?

Wanna talk to Mr. Kunkle alone.

Okay. Sure.

I'll be right outside.

She still wants to testify tomorrow.

Please don't let her.

Okay.

Maryjane, how are you?

Been better.

I bet. You're a tough kid.

You believe everything happens for a reason?

I don't know.

I've been doing this too long

to have an opinion on that matter.

Told Billy to get a job, any job,

be a good guy I could be proud of.

What if I didn't tell him?

What if I just let him keep stealing?

Would things have turned out better?

Would he still be here if I kept my mouth shut,

if I let him be himself?

Life would be different.

Maryjane, look at me.

What you told him was the right thing.

Okay, he ran into Gacy.

There was nothing you could have done,

as difficult as that is to hear.

This is Gacy's fault, end of story.

Please don't take me off the stand.

You are in no condition.

You said it was important that I testified.

I, I was speaking generally to the families.

And we have plenty of excellent testimony already.

You just need to focus on getting better, okay?

There's family testifying for each victim?

Yes.

What about for Billy?

That was just you.

They all have loved ones telling the court

their lives mattered.

Billy won't get that.

His life mattered.

Maybe not to you but to me.

I need to speak for him.

I can't put you on the stand.

The doctors have you heavily medicated.

The defense will use that against you,

say that you're drugged up, unreliable.

Then I won't take anything.

What about the pain?

It's nothing compared to losing him.

Need a hand?

No. No.

What's eating you?

I got yelled at earlier. John says I'm always late.

You are always late.

I live in Irvin Park.

Cram's being a crybaby because John yelled at him.

Hey, join the club, pal.

Look, he didn't can you so that's good.

It's simple, just work hard, stop being late.

If he thinks you're doing a good job

then you can make even more money.

Yeah, how?

Gives me jobs on the side

through a subcontracting business.

I can make up to seven an hour.

Holy shit, man.

Uh, Godzik, getting extra work yet?

He asked me to dig trenches under his house for six an hour.

What are the trenches for?

When it rains, it floods under the house,

so you gotta dig so it drains.

It's John with dinner.

Cram, go. Give him a hand.

You wanna impress him, right?

Yeah.

Extra mile, buddy.

Apologize for being late.

If he likes you, he'll figure something out.

Why are you always with that coin, playing with it?

Like a nervous tick or something?

It's personal.

Oh, come on.

What's the harm?

Everybody's trying to put me in jail for life.

When everything's all said and done,

we ain't never gonna see each other again.

Can you tell me?

- It's my dad's. - Huh.

He kept old coins, two dollar bills.

When he died, I found them in his closet,

scrolled away in an old shoebox.

He a Mexican?

Texan.

I used to work narcotics, undercover.

Things I saw, wish I hadn't.

Thought I was gonna get found out.

Chopped up, melted in acid or something.

When I get home,

it's kind of hard to walk through the door every day.

Wouldn't talk to my wife.

My kid, just blank. Didn't care.

And then this peso shows up out of the blue one day,

figured my boy had found it, got curious.

Thought of yelling at him.

I just slipped it in my pocket, do something with it later.

Carried it around with me every day.

Just became a habit.

And when I was done, I got home.

Leave the bullshit in the car.

That's right.

Huh. I like that.

Wish my old man had a coin like you.

What's it with fathers doing their teaching with their hands?

That's why we have mothers.

So your dad hit you too?

My father raised me right.

Got you.

Me, I was a great father to my kids

from wife number one and two.

There was this lady shrink they made me talk to.

She tried getting in my head and she asked

if I was relieved when wife one and two took the kids.

Can you believe that?

I'm thinking to myself,

"What the hell kind of question is that?

What's she getting at?" You know?

But now, I say to myself-- And by the way,

it takes a real man to know his strengths and weaknesses,

right? You agree?

Sure.

So, now I say to myself,

I probably would have been a lousy dad end of the day.

And lucky for them,

they didn't stick around to find out.

What about you, you a good dad?

Figures up to my kid to answer.

Can I talk to him?

Abso-fucking-lutely not.

You miss 'em? - Who?

The kids.

I don't think about 'em.

Well, it's like you said,

a real man knows his strengths and weaknesses.

Goddamn right about that one.

You know what?

Me and you, we ain't that different.

- You think so? - Yeah.

When this is all over,

I'mma build my house back up in a jiff,

my businesses and everything,

and you and your missus,

your whole family, you come by for a barbecue.

It's a date.

Good.

Liz.

Mr. Kunkle is looking for you.

You're up soon. We should head inside.

You all right?

He was taken from right under me.

I gotta tell a room full of strangers

how bad of a mother I am.

I keep replaying that night over and over.

What if I hadn't let him stay,

we were already running late

or if we helped him pay for the car, he never--

I'm supposed to feel things,

to know when my kids are in danger.

It happened all the time when they were little,

when Kerry broke her arm riding her bike. I knew.

Rob was right there.

I talked to him. I didn't feel anything.

What kind of a mom does that make me?

- It's my fault. - What?

It was your birthday for heaven's sake.

It should've been me going to pick up Rob, not you,

not on your birthday.

- You blame me? - No.

I don't.

I don't blame.

Why would you say that?

You think if you were there,

this never would've happened?

And you put that out of your head.

This has nothing to do with anything that you did or,

or didn't do.

You have the chance to protect our son one last time.

Who he is, his story.

When you're up there, please don't hold anything back.

Let's not keep Mr. Kunkle waiting.

Thanks.

Thank the boss.

You know how much your bail was?

Four hundred dollars.

Shit. Yeah.

He's gonna take it out of your check until you're paid up.

Yeah, that makes sense.

What were you doing getting fucked up in a park anyway?

That's what John's place is for. His garage.

You know, bring your friends, come and go.

Doesn't fucking matter.

Didn't know.

Oh, by the way,

John was talking about your situation.

With rent at your grams’ plus the four bills that you owe him,

take a while to pay him back.

I'll figure it out.

I'm gonna ask him to throw me some extra work.

Yeah. He just wants to help.

Said something about letting you live with him for cheaper rent.

- Really? - Yeah. I mean,

he was feeling it out, charge like $25 a week.

Use the extra five that you save to pay him back.

- Are you serious? - Cross my heart.

Big house, man. You'd be like prince of the castle.

Unless you don't want it.

Fuck no, I want it.

Okay. Well, yeah. Talk to him when we get back.

- Yeah. Uh, right on. I will. - Okay.

This has got to stop. Defending my client.

No, constantly asking for a mistrial.

We're not doing this here. Let's get into my chambers first.

- But he can't keep stalling or - I can do whatever I want

- using any frivolous procedure. - under the penumbra of the law.

You, you need to be reprimanded.

And what part of "not here" do you two not understand?

All right, fine. We're here now.

Thanks, Bill.

This trial is gonna drag on forever

if Sam keeps throwing up roadblocks.

Sorry if my client's constitutional rights are,

uh, inconvenient for you.

- Yeah. - Shh. Nip it, you two.

You know what? This, this roundabout

is getting me dizzy. Right? - Just bring him in.

Now, yes. - Let's just agree to disagree.

What is going on? What is this?

Judge Garippo: I'm about to tell you.

Over a week ago, Mr. Gacy

wrote me a letter with complaints.

I showed it to his attorneys who assured me

that there was no problem.

Today, I received another letter from Mr. Gacy,

demanding a response for the previous letter.

What are you doing?

We talked about this. It was settled.

- Clearly not settled. - Stay out of this, please.

Hold your horses, Sam.

Mr. Gacy, is there anything you wish to say?

Uh-uh.

Nothing with respect to the letter?

Between you and me.

- That's not how the law works. - He knows that already.

Uh, we should discuss the matters in the letter.

Mr. Gacy is demanding a mistrial.

He believes that the court hasn't been fair to him

and that the prosecution is playing

outside the bounds of the law.

Do we have to entertain this farce?

Your behavior is what I'd expect from a bisexual prosecutor.

Excuse me?

Don't go acting like you don't know what I'm talking about.

No, please elaborate.

Okay.

Cruising around in your leather with the,

the jacket and the pants on your little motorbike.

You got something against Harleys?

You're bisexual in nature.

I've seen you at the bars at, uh, Clark Street.

Does that ring a bell? I know what you are.

Oh, is that right?

So you admit to frequenting those types of establishments?

I mean, if you saw me there.

No, no, see, you're twisting my meanings.

No, you are pissing your pants scared and you should be.

I ain't scared of no fairy.

Now, fairy, bisexual,

you call me whatever you want, I'm gonna bury you.

Hey, hey. Sit down. You can't talk to him like that.

He has every right to feel

the way he feels. Yeah.

No, you've been playing dirty

and it's borderline inappropriate.

Okay, that's enough.

The second point to address is Mr. Gacy saying

that he no longer has faith in his attorneys.

He vehemently opposes the insanity defense.

Wow. This is wild.

Even your own client thinks that your strategy is bullshit.

Judge Garippo: Mr. Gacy,

why do you believe that your attorneys aren't up to the task?

Because they're not letting me be in control.

I tell 'em what to do,

but they just ignore me. It's not right.

Sam, care to respond?

I just think this proves the insanity defense.

Mr. Gacy's clearly not of sound mind and unfit to stand trial.

This reeks of a coordinated effort

between these two, all right?

Mr. Gacy was examined by psychiatrists,

a determination was made that he was fit for trial

according to the Illinois State Fitness Standard.

I concur.

The case will proceed.

Mr. Amirante, at this time do you wish to withdraw

as the defendant's attorney?

I'll leave that determination in the hands of the defendant.

Well, Mr. Gacy?

If I change attorneys, then what happens next?

I can tell you that it will have no bearing on the trial.

Full steam.

We can proceed.

Okay. Trial will resume as scheduled.

We are establishing the Robert Piest Foundation

to ensure that no other parent

should ever have to go through what we have.

Two days ago, we endured another nightmare.

I sat on the stand

recounting the last hours of our Robbie's life.

Robbie had so much promise and so much more to give,

but now we won't ever know his full potential.

We never imagined this could happen to us,

but it did, and it could happen to any of you.

We have been sickened by the way these boys

have been talked about in the news.

They're all victims, innoc-- innocent lives,

innocent lives stolen from us.

And this could have been prevented

if Chicago police and the Iowa Parole Board did their job.

Their failure to monitor John Gacy

is the reason this happened.

The system failed these families.

We are filing an $85 million-dollar lawsuit

against the entities that failed our sons.

Which agencies specifically will be named in the lawsuit?

That information will be public once it's filed.

Do you think this is an appropriate action?

Is it appropriate

that the authorities ignored the families?

Do you find solace in the fact that Gacy was caught

and is currently standing trial?

My son is gone.

There's nothing to take solace in.

Hey. Bill.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Cavanaugh poisoned the jury pool.

Yeah. Your playbook's getting tired, Sam.

We objected and you bulldozed right through 'em.

Your objection was late.

It was not late, okay?

It was not late, you ignored me. - No.

Now don't rewrite history, you little meatball.

I asked, "If a person is found not guilty

by reason of insanity,

and then remanded to a mental institution?

Is it possible to guarantee that they will stay there

for the rest of their life?" To which Cavanaugh says...

This is when I objected.

- No. Bullshit. Bullshit, Sam! - Yes. This is when I objected.

Cavanaugh said he thought that was absolutely impossible.

He then started to explain why. - It was before that.

- That is when you objected. - No, no, no.

It was before that. - You know what?

Agree to disagree. Okay?

You're asleep at the wheel, Sam.

You fucking wish I was asleep at the wheel.

It is a misleading question.

Gacy will absolutely spend the rest of his life

in a mental institution.

The doctor didn't seem to think so.

Bill, please.

There is not a fucking way in hell

that any facility will release that guy in a few months.

Medical or prison,

he will die behind bars and you know it.

You know what? If you're so angry about it, Sam,

why don't you ask for a mistrial?

Oh, wait. You did. Again.

There are certain people who belong in mental facilities.

And then there is pure evil.

Do you wanna ask those families to give him a second chance?

That one juror you're looking for doesn't exist.

Not after today.

And not after I put David Cram on the stand

and he shows everybody what a conniving,

manipulative son of a bitch Gacy is.

Your tail's waggy, Mr. Tinkle.

Why so gleeful?

We made a new friend, Pew-Pew.

We did? Where?

Hiya, friend.

His name's David Cram.

But you could call him Cram.

Ooh, I like the sound of that.

I like to cram things, too.

Me, too. That's why my tail's so waggy.

He's gonna be our new room buddy!

Yay! I love room buddies.

Does he know about our special buddy games?

No, but he will. And guess what?

What? What?

He was in the Army.

Oh, I love soldiers.

They look so manly in all that camouflage.

And it makes their butts look cute.

You're gonna be our best friend

and best friends cuddle.

Aw! Oh!

Morning cuddles, afternoon cuddles,

and nighttime cuddles. Mmm, mmm.

Oh. Nighttime cuddles are my favorite.

Me, too.

They're so yummy and warm and strong.

Oh, where's the time gone?

That's the end of our show, Pew-Pew.

Aww, but we were having so much fun.

Well, till next time.

Wait,

are you forgetting something, Mr. Tinkle?

Oh, yeah. Now for the grand finally.

Oh, no!

You're peeing in my face again, Mr. Tinkle.

But don't you just love getting peed on?

You know I do, you naughty, naughty boy.

Let's talk about those highlighted responses.

I can't tell you what to say or not to say on the stand.

But I need you to be honest, transparent.

However, I would suggest that you refrain

from using terms like "weird" or "bizarre."

Well, but I'm not gonna lie.

I'm not asking you to.

But would you say...

that he was intentional about recruiting you to live with him

and everything that happened after that?

Yeah.

Ever questioned why he was being so nice?

Um, a bit, but, uh...

But what?

John treated me like a real person.

He was kind.

Exactly my point.

Gacy needs to come off as normal as possible.

But he wasn't normal.

In terms of his mental state,

I need the jury to understand that he is calculating.

He manipulated you.

You're being nice all of a sudden.

You were bustin' my balls last time.

I'm sorry.

Are your feelings hurt?

You know what else hurts?

Being strangled and tortured.

It doesn't even feel real.

It's like a dream.

It could've been me buried in there.

That's right. That's exactly right.

This is not a dream.

And you have an obligation.

But it kinda feels like you're getting cold feet.

Where's grandma?

Taking a nap.

Does she know what you've gotten yourself twisted up in?

No, she doesn't follow the news much.

Hmm.

We could change that if you want.

All right. See you later.

Det. Tovar: No, you won't.

Albrecht's taking over.

What?

Well, that's too bad.

I mean, even though Albrecht is easier on the eyes,

it's been nice chattin' with you.

Um, well, good luck with everything, Detective.

John.

I need you to tell me if there are more out there.

Other victims.

Oh. Are we doin' this again?

The prosecution's rested,

all their cards are on the table.

Thirty-three bodies, but I don't think that's it,

I think there's more.

You can't leave that peso in the ashtray, can you?

You're gonna lose this case.

Come on.

Do something right, make it right.

For the families, if no one else.

I don't owe them anything.

And this isn't for them.

It's for you.

And I don't owe you a goddamn thing either.

All I could think about is my kid.

Not much younger than those boys you killed.

I'd kill myself to know.

How about 45?

Huh? Yeah.

Forty-five sounds like a good number.

Is it? Is it 45?

Up to you to find out.

Gentlemen.

Hey. Hey.

I'll see you at your execution, asshole.