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Is Rob in here?

I thought you both left. Let's go.

I can't find him. We're going to review
this file, and we're going to figure out

what the next steps are.

Police, looking for John Gacy.

You going to get yourself involved with
Rob Pete?

No.

Copper, can they just follow you for as
long as they want?

Ask the loaded question.

Are you being followed?

So how long have you been a member here,
John? He's the most popular non -member

there is.

Pogo the Clown at your service.

Desperate to meet you. I think I know
why they're following me.

They think I did something with that Rob
kid.

And with you being my lawyer and all
now.

I just want to clear the air.

He tries to leave.

Who knows? He's fucking tired.

That guy's out of control. What do you
want us to do?

Somebody give me that fucking shovel!

Take it.

Full name, please.

John Gacy, Jr.

Turn to your left.

Address?

8213 West Somerdale Avenue, Norwood
Park, Illinois.

Turn right.

Birth date?

St. Paddy's date,

March 17, 1942.

Look at the camera.

What state were you born in?

A state of confusion.

They haven't found Robbie.

Harold's picking up downstairs.

Good. Thank you.

I'm on.

We have arrested Gacy.

He is in custody.

Has he said anything?

He's being processed.

We'll be interrogating him later.

But you're still searching for Rob in
the meantime?

Uh, no.

No, not at present.

Because you're certain Gacy knows where
he is?

I am.

Why?

We executed a search warrant at Gacy's
house.

Discovered two bodies.

Well, I looked at it. They're younger
men, about your son's age.

You think one of them is Robbie?

Carrie, get off the line.

No, no, no, no.

Because of the state of the
decomposition, they're... They've been

months.

Years, maybe.

Rob's only been missing for a few days.

But you think you'll find him there
in...

In that house?

We can't say for sure.

And I normally would never call under
these circumstances.

But I promised.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Hey. Good morning.

You okay?

Do I... Do I smell strange to you?

I don't smell anything.

You were in that house.

Everybody at this station was talking
about it.

Can you change your shift?

I don't think I'll be able to make Fred
dinner.

No.

But it'll be fine. The freezer's full.

Don't you forget to eat.

Yeah.

Did you get the karpatka?

With the custard.

And the babka.

And the sweet roll.

And the punchkin.

Everything on our list.

At least your mother trusted us to get
it.

Where I go?

Desperate.

And she went over it with me twice.

Car sounds good.

Need an oil change?

Gonna take it to the service station
this weekend.

What? No, waste the money.

Let's change it this weekend.

We can touch up the driver's side door
at the same time.

Oh, this is a goodie.

You gambled.

You took a chance.

You gambled.

No?

Senior ball is coming up.

Isn't it?

Yeah. Yeah.

Bringing your friend?

You mean Lynn?

Yeah, Lynn.

No.

We're not together or anything.

So? Mother and I were friends for years
before I... Were you asked around?

Okay, look.

You're gonna run out of stories one day,
too.

Uh... Even they sometimes.

And Lynn's a great girl.

We're friends for a reason.

So that's what a relationship is, right?

Friendship first, then the sex.

Dad!

What?

You're interested in that? Are you
kidding me?

Okay.

Leave it to the health classes.

You know, your brother never wanted to
talk about this either.

You want to with your dad?

How's little Sammy?

What?

Sammy, your son.

How's he?

Better.

Good. Good.

You like the bear I got him?

Yeah, he did. Thanks.

Nobody tells you how hard it's going to
be.

Parenting.

No one tells you.

Do you remember what you told me last
night in my office?

All right.

Yeah.

I'd like to get you committed.

What do I got to commit to? I need you
serious right now, John.

Serious is a heart attack. Relax, Sam.

You're talking strategy. I'm with you.

We're going to need a full psychiatric
evaluation.

That'll give us some leverage when we
start asking for a plea deal.

Hold on.

Plea? That means I'm guilty, right?

They just reinstated the death penalty
here.

So we get ahead of this?

You'll go to jail for the rest of your
life, but at least you'll have one.

Prosecutor's a buddy of mine.

No, I know what I gotta do.

I've been thinking it might be better to
clear the air here anyway.

No, listen to me. John, you don't have
to clear anything, okay?

You just let me do the talking. No deal.

We're gonna do this my way, John.

It's like I told you.

I'm gonna be my own judge, jury, and
executioner.

Don't worry, I'll be out of the clink
before you can boil an egg.

I got too much shit to take care of.

Hey, morning, fellas. Mike.

How are you guys?

Yeah, fine, John. How are you?

Yeah, I've seen better days.

Sam, how's the family?

Good, Bill. Yours?

Yeah. Kathleen's what?

In fifth?

Yeah. No, sixth.

Jesus.

You know, actually, his little Sammy is
very sick.

Fever. Been in the hospital all night.

Kid's a fighter, though.

We're pulling.

Yeah.

Sorry to hear that.

My name is Bill Conkle. I am the
prosecutor in your case. I hear you have

our friend here quite the handful.

You wouldn't happen to be the same Bill
Conkle who ran for circuit court judge

four times and lost.

One and the same.

Voted for whiting.

Blood runs blue.

Yeah, well, nobody's perfect.

I like this guy.

It's funny.

Shall we get to it?

Been here for a few hours already.

Absolutely, Joe.

Our guys found human remains under your
house.

We got two bodies.

One of them Robert Pete?

No.

Mr. Gacy is being charged with one count
of murder.

The police expect to find the peace boy
very soon.

Unless, unless, John, you want to help
us out here?

You could tell us where he is.

So, we have one unrelated murder charge
and two unidentified bodies?

We're working on IDs right now, Sam. No
proof or admission of guilt from my

client? Your warrant's based on, what, a
bad smell?

A bad smell, yeah.

From the rotting corpses in Mr. Gacy's
crawlspace.

Listen, you've been read your rights. We
can wrap this thing up.

It's up to you if you want to cooperate.

So how can I help you guys, John?

A couple different ways we can go about
this.

I think most importantly right now,
we're looking at these bodies underneath

your house. Lieutenant, hold on. You
hold on, Sam.

You hold on.

You work for me.

Remember?

We're going to do this my way.

I would like to cooperate with you boys.

Help out in any way that I can.

John, great place to start.

Where's Rob Piest?

It would be better if I could show you
what's what.

Sam? Bill?

Is what he said true?

Send me in the hospital?

Yeah.

Is he going to be okay?

Yeah, I think so.

Just one of those things, you know?

Yeah.

How's private practice treating you?

Slow going.

Trying to get my name out there.

There's one way to do it.

Are you going to get this thing done?

Well, what are you offering?

No, no, no. I think you should go first.

I'd really rather bring something to my
client.

You haven't broached the subject of a
plea with him?

My client's innocent.

Yeah.

And why are we talking?

You got a theory about how those two
bodies ended up in there?

What, buried themselves?

To be determined.

Okay, how about this?

Why'd you tell the detectives to shoot
his tires out if he tried to leave?

Sam, what'd he say to you in there?

Okay.

How about a game? All right, legal
exercise.

Pretend that I can prove your client had
a hand in the demise of those two

people. What would you want?

Just an exercise?

Well, we conduct a psychiatric
evaluation.

Good. Us too.

Depending on the outcome, something that
avoids the death penalty.

Seems far for the course.

Considering the current state of the
world today, difficulty securing capital

punishment, I think that's something the
state would be amenable to.

Save ourselves a lot of time and effort,
shall we?

I have to talk to my client first, of
course. Yeah, of course.

You do what you gotta do, I'll do the
same.

Just make sure we talk before the end of
the day.

Break time already?

Come on, boys.

Crawl space is flooding again. Digging
with my bare hands.

Gloves keep getting sucked off by all
this shit down there.

You got the sump right?

The sump stopped working hours ago.

It's like the fucking Hindenburg down
there. Jesus Christ.

How's that?

How'd you get it working?

What the?

Oh, my God. What is going on here? Jesus
Christ. Lieutenant.

John. I'm here, right? I brought you
here. But this is a fucking mess.

I gave you permission. I gave you keys.
And look at what your men have done.

I mean, Jesus Christ, this is my home.

We got a warrant, John.

Two of them.

Oh. Hello again, detective.

I'm going to try to tidy this up a bit.
Jesus.

John.

You came here to show us something.

Yeah, so this house was built on
reclaimed swamp.

And that's why you get the flooding in
the crawl space.

Then you get wet clay, and that's what's
with the smell. This whole

neighborhood, it's just, it's floating
on water.

I see you gentlemen found my beer.

Hard stuff's in the back.

What the fuck's he doing here?

He wanted to come home.

Well, good for fucking him. He's
talking.

And we ain't stopping him. He's here to
confess.

Shouldn't he be cuffed?

Isn't that private?

He ain't going anywhere.

We found another one.

You're fucking kidding me.

Under the bathroom.

How many? Hey, hey, hey. Tobar. Huh? No,
Tobar, don't, don't, don't. Hey, how

many? How many? How many are down there?
Stop.

Joe! How many are down there? John?

Shut your mouth.

Well, maybe I should draw you a map,
detective.

Oh, for Christ's sake. Would that be
helpful? Control your fucking men, Joe!

Come on! Hey, Sam.

Lower your voice. Come here.

Hey, John.

I wouldn't worry too much about tidying
up.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, or the beer, or the flooding.

Because you're not coming back here ever
again.

Badger and my client now.

We're cooperating here, Bill.

Sam.

It's no problem.

I told you.

I want to help you guys figure this out
as much as the next guy. John, don't

speak. You know what? Maybe we should
start with number one.

Not exactly number one, number one, but
close.

Come on, he's in the garage.

Come on.

This thing, that fucking thing out there
is going to be a real nightmare.

I know.

We started out looking for one kid.

Now we don't know the fuck we have in
our hands and I cannot have you shit in

the bed this early.

It's over.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Get the fuck out of here.

I'm fine.

For today.

Get out of here.

Plenty of other things to do.

Go do that.

Really?

Nothing's sacred.

These go in here.

And my screwdriver.

Can we keep this moving, please?

Yeah. What are we doing out here, John?

All right.

I was going to install a drain in the
corner there on account of the flooding,

like I was telling you.

Do you mind?

What?

He's down there.

This

one was

from 76.

Or maybe it was 75.

It had to be 75.

Who are we talking about here?

That's Bukovic.

You know, I think I have as much love
for your client as he has hatred for the

Fifth Amendment.

You know, he still has the right to shut
the fuck up, John.

Okay, Sam.

So he was my employee.

Real fast learner. Tireless, like me.

Carol, wife number two, she just loved
him.

because he was real sweet with her
little girls. He was here for dinner all

time. We even helped him out for a
while, financially, until he started

more. Started slacking off, got real
violent.

One night, Carol was staying at her
girlfriend's in Minnesota, and Butkovich

comes pounding on my door, drunk as a
skunk, demanding money, saying that I

withholding wages.

Two weeks' pay.

You believe the nerve on that shithead?

So? I managed to get him into the
handcuffs, just to sober him up.

Let him cool his jets on the floor for a
bit.

He's screaming away at me. You know, if
you let me out of these cuffs, you're a

dead man, Geese.

So, I tie a rope around his neck.

I twist it a bit.

Twist a little bit more.

Then I really give it a turn.

He struggled like a son of a bitch,
carrying on with his hands and whatnot.

But in doing so, he strangled himself.

Next night,

Carol comes home late.

What am I going to do?

With a fucking body in the garage and my
wife in the house.

So, figure, I already dug a hole in
here, right?

Dumped them in it.

Covered them with a tarp for a few days.

And poured the concrete.

So, under the house, in the garage, is
there any place else we should

be looking, John?

It ran out of room at the end.

But there are more.

You gotta drive, though.

Excuse me?

The future bright minds of America.

A bunch of jockstraps and their bimbo
groupies. You're just jealous the bimbos

aren't paying any attention to you.

I could have one of them if I tried.

I'm sure one of them's still looking for
a date to the ball.

What the hell does that theme even mean?

A night to remember?

Isn't that movie about the Titanic?

Your book photographer has its
privileges.

Funny. We still hanging later?

Uh, Osmonds has that special with Farrah
Fawcett later tonight.

I'm not watching Donny and Marie with
you, dude.

Outage is plain in Dullesville, city
bound. No way.

Don't be such a pussy shit.

Don't call me that.

Pussy? No, shit.

It's how you say your last name. I'm
respecting your Polish heritage.

Check it out.

I copped my sister's ID.

Can you get your brother's?

No, I took it with him.

Johnny!

You haven't left yet.

Thank God.

I'm not giving you a ride to work.

Later, Johnny.

Bye, Patty. Bye, Lynn.

Miss the two o 'clock bus.

I got work, too.

Come on.

Gas money?

Okay, fine.

I'm going to head out.

Why? No.

Just for a little bit. There's no food
in the house.

That's not true.

Are we still having people over for
Christmas dinner?

We should, right?

They'll probably want more than crackers
and Campbell's suit. Well, your father

can do it.

He's at work.

And he's no good at it, and you know it.

I don't want you to go.

I know, but I have to. I have to get
out.

I'll be fine, I promise.

What do you think you want to cook?

Steak and potatoes, yums.

Do what you want.

Have a lovely day, man. Thank you.

Hey.

I was just about to go home, but it's
fine.

Patty, right?

Main West. I was ahead of you. We were
in pep club together. Yeah.

With Mr. C. Yeah.

Yeah.

Really sorry about Rob.

Thanks.

How are you doing?

I don't know.

My mom's a wreck. She hasn't left the
house all week. We don't have to talk

about it. No, it's okay. I think I need
to. It's been hell.

Being cooped up.

Everybody treating us like we're ghosts.

It's awful.

I'm sure you know what I mean.

Your brother's still gone, right? No.

No, I mean, he's been spotted a few
times.

Somebody saw his car.

That's what the police said anyway.

That he'll call eventually.

They're right.

You know how boys are. He's just going
through a phase.

How do the police found boys' bodies in
that man's house in Norwood Park?

Maybe Rob.

Maybe...

My brother ran away.

I hope yours comes back soon.

You're out.

Look at me.

Stop fidgeting. You're hooking me in the
eye. We're hooked up.

You thinking about going to the ball?

Hell no.

Have you read that crazy new book,
Carrie?

They're from... Total Bloodbath.

Yeah, you're probably right.

Music's gonna suck anyway.

You're thinking about going, aren't you?

Yeah, Dad's been nagging me.

Same nuclear family bullshit.

Mm -hmm.

Only thing I'm nuking are his dreams of
grandkids.

You could just tell them.

Bugs and Tootie are cool. They might not
get it at first, but they'll come

around.

Only if you're ready.

I thought about telling Patty.

Test the waters.

Mm -hmm.

Part of me thinks she already knows.

Part of me isn't even sure if I know.

Trust me, you're Gaby, baby.

Either Ziggy Stardust or Bozo.

Definitely Bowie.

Do you want to go to the senior ball
with me?

Never mind.

Forget it.

Are you seriously asking me to be your
beer? Shit.

Oh, you're right. It's stupid.

Of course I'll go with you.

It's gonna be a sinking ship, but let's
go down together, yeah?

Your hair is pretty far out. Thanks.

I'm clear.

Johnny. John.

We're into the city.

Mom's gonna lose her shit.

Don't say anything and I'll tell her you
smoked.

Can you hold it?

John? No harm in answering now, right?

How many?

Don't know.

I picked up a lot of guys.

For sex.

Cruise around Bugout Square, Clark
Street, the lake, sometimes PJ's.

Mostly for blowjobs, beating off, stuff
like that.

But they actually eliminated?

Hard to say.

Jack's the one who done the killings.

Jack.

Jack Hanley.

H -A -N -L -E -Y.

You'd have to ask him.

You saying you had an accomplice, John?

At one point, Jack was killing guys once
every two, three weeks. That's why he

got so many bodies down there.

I mean, things got crazy in 76 after
Buktovich.

I couldn't keep up on account of my
condition.

I got a weak ticker.

They call it a bottleneck heart.

So Jack Hanley, he's out there killing
people, and what are you doing?

Burying the bodies down there in the
crawl space and whatnot.

He's the one who had me use muriatic
acid to speed up the decomposition.

Lime was his idea, too.

See, Jack's a homicide cop, kind of like
you guys.

Knows a lot about cadavers.

He knows a lot about queers, too.

Oh, Jack's a homosexual.

Kind of like you, John.

Okay, now wait a minute.

I ain't a fruit picker.

I mean, bisexual, yeah.

Let me explain it to you. See, there's
three types of sexes.

The heterosexual.

He's in love with the opposite sex,
broad.

And the homosexual, with his own sex.

And a bisexual?

Well, he had sex just for having it.
Kind of like masturbation, and that's

I've never had homosexual relations in
my life because there's no feelings.

There's no love there.

I don't have a problem with queers. I'm
liberal.

I believe in live and let live.

But Jack... Jack hates things.

He despises them.

Especially the greedy ones.

Hustlers and fairies selling their
bodies for 10, 20 bucks.

Jack was bent on removing them from the
streets.

Cleaning up the deviants.

He's dumb and stupid.

Out there planting seeds.

Basically killed themselves when they
got in his car.

See, there's really four geese.

There's John the Contractor, John the
Politician, John the Clown.

And there's the other guy.

He's acting evil.

Handsome as a red -haired tap hunter.

You're petty sick.

It dumped some of them.

Off the side.

Right here.

Almost got caught.

A few times.

Even thought one of them fell on that
barge.

But must not have, huh?

Current is quick as hell down there.

You see that?

It's deep, too.

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Where the hell is Rob Piest?

Is that the boy from the pharmacy?

Don't fuck with me.

You know who I'm talking about.

I called him Rob.

Just give me a goddamn surrogate and get
him back to the station.

Let's go.

Please, it's off the table.

Wait a minute. Come on.

Don't do this, okay? Just give me a
chance to talk. The talk you have there

very, very bad man.

And I'm going to fry him up.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

Casey confessed.

He says he put your son's body in the
Displains River.

And we haven't found him yet.

But there was nothing anyone could have
done.

Your son was gone by the time you came
to us.

Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Does that make you feel better?

You wanted to fucking talk.

Right?

Here's your chance.

You tell me everything.

No more fucking games, John.

You're the judge, jury, and executioner.

Okay.

You got a paper and a pencil?

Something to draw with?

What?

It's a promised Detective Tovar map.