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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.