Original subtitles

Gacy Sr.: Got a little

delay on it.

Whoosh-- better.

Lay-- lay it back there

for awhile.

Lay it back and then let it go.

All right, show me-- yeah.

John: Like that ?

Gacy Sr.: Yeah.

You wanna have more of

a crack on the end of that whip.

Wha-chuuu !

Wha-chuuu !

Wha-chuuu !

You have to delay it

before you release it.

Okay ?

That's the thing

you gotta remember.

You have to lay it go

after your hand goes.

And then you can get

the whipping action.

Just a little bit more

of a delay.

You can't beat the wonders

of nature, son.

Gotta breath in that fresh air.

Deep.

Get that dirty city air

out of your lungs.

Can't beat it.

Gacy Sr.: You know what

your problem is ?

You spend too much time locked

up in that room of yours.

You gotta get out more.

That's good for the soul.

Boy, we are gonna have us

some supper tonight.

Ahh...

Why do you hate fishin', boy ?

John: I don't hate fishin', Dad.

Gacy Sr.: Yeah, you do.

Fidget, daydream.

You fuck up.

Ow !

I almost lost this one.

It's dinner.

Gacy Sr.: You find that funny ?

John: Dad, look, I...

Gacy Sr.: Show me

what you got--

Fuck !

Go ahead, hit me, jag-off.

You can't do it,

can you, jag-off, huh ?

You can't.

Get off of me.

Get your fat ass to bed.

John: Hi, Meg, we're

right in the middle of lunch.

Meg: John, I'm sorry to disturb

you, but that hideous stench

coming from under your house

is getting worse.

John: It's moisture build-up

in the my crawlspace.

I'm taking care of it,

I promise, now don't forget

the 4th of July, right ?

Meg: What about it ?

John: It's my annual

garden party.

It's costume, western style.

Meg: Yeah, yeah, oh ...

I'll tell Fred.

John: There you go, Mother.

A nice piece of white meat,

just the way you like it.

Mother Gacy: Thank you, Johnny.

Mmm, delicious.

John: Jesus Christ !

Stevie: I want my money, man.

John: Stevie, I told you

on Friday-- you know that.

Stevie: Fuck what you

said on Friday.

You owe me for two weeks

and I need it now.

I want my fuckin' money, John !

Mother Gacy: Language, please.

There are children here.

John: That's all right, Mom, I'm

gonna take care of it right now.

Stevie: What ?

John: Move on out of here,

come on.

I don't want that kind of

language in front of my mother.

Stevie: Look, man, you better

give me my money or I'm gonna

report you for not deducting

the taxes from my earnings.

That's against the law.

John: Who told you that ?

Stevie: My dad.

Look, you better pay up, or me

and pal's gonna kick your ass.

John: Stevie !

You don't wanna do that.

Did I tell you I got

a bad heart ?

You wanna risk killin' me

over a lousy paycheck ?

Stevie: I know.

Look, man, I'm desperate.

John: Stevie, I promise

I'm gonna take care of you

this week.

Stevie: That's what you said

last week.

John: You have my word on it.

girls:

girl: Mommy, Mommy !

Bugs !

Karen: John !

Come on, let's go, go.

John: I'll handle it.

man: You're listening to WSAU,

the hottest radio station

in Downtown Chicago.

Well, it's time for a WSAU...

John: Well, I recognize

that face anywhere.

Hal: John !

You lazy fat...

John:

Hey.

Hal: How the fuck are ya ?

John: You big Pollock !

Got a question for ya.

Hal: Shoot.

John: Quick question.

What do I do for stink comin'

from a crawlspace ?

Hal: Could you be a tad more

specific, John ?

John: Well, it smells like shit.

I mean bad shit.

Hal: I bet you got a leaking

sewage pipe-- that's not good.

John: I know that, but what

do I do about it ?

Everybody's complaining.

The neighbors, the wife.

Oh, goddamn,

especially the wife.

Hal: Guess the best thing to do

for seepage is lay down lime.

Just keep layin' it down.

John: Lime ?

Why the fuck didn't

I think of that ?

Hal: Listen, I'm not busy now,

I could come over now

and take a looksee.

John: No, no, no, I...

No, uh...

Hal: How about this afternoon ?

John: I can't do it today,

but thanks anyway.

Look, I wanna see you at my

4th of July bash, right ?

Hal: Wouldn't miss it for

the world, John.

John: Thanks, buddy,

see ya later.

Hal: Hey, John.

Go fuck yourself.

Hal: Ha.

Peter: I'll see you

tomorrow, right ?

Cool.

John: Jack Handley, Chicago PD.

You're under arrest.

Peter: For what ?

Hey, what the-- For what ?

I didn't do anything.

John: Against there.

You know what for.

Peter: I didn't do anything.

John: Put your hands behind

your back and shut up !

Peter: Easy.

One day he just hit me

for the last time.

I just fuckin' split.

You know, I got on a bus,

I come to Chicago.

And I figure I get a job

or somethin', you know ?

I ran out of money, you know.

That's why you found me

where you found me.

John: You know, Peter...

you're a lucky guy.

Peter: What do you mean ?

John: You still have

your father.

You still have the hope

of reconciliation.

I ain't got that.

Peter: I'm sorry.

John: Okay, kid.

Let's get out of here.

Peter: All right.

Goodbye, Detective Handley.

John: Peter.

This is for the bus, okay ?

Peter: Thanks, man.

boy: One more little hit.

Stevie: One more little hit ?

Take another, take another.

Come on, man, the job will be

so much better.

boy: Go, go, go, go.

Stevie: I haven't even had

my second hit yet.

boy: What've you been doing ?

John: Oh, God.

boy: Nice joint.

Stevie: Here comes the colonel.

Hey.

Give me a broom or something.

Thank you.

John: Jesus H. Christ !

How many times I gotta tell you

jag-offs not to smoke that

shit on the job ?

boy: Huh ?

John: Do you hear me ?!

boy: Well, personally speaking,

it improves my work.

I, like, really get into it.

John: Yeah, but it takes you

all friggin' day.

I'm confiscating this,

douche bag.

Come here... come here.

So, uh, how do you like workin'

with John Wayne Gacy ?

Stu: Yeah, it's cool.

I like it.

Say, is that your real name,

John Wayne ?

John: Sure is.

Tell me, Stu, do you wrestle ?

Stu: Huh ?

Stu: Oooh.

Stevie: Faggot.

John: You are way out of line.

Way out of line !

One more word outta you

and I'll kill your ass.

You know, I need two of you to

go with me and pick up

some bags of lime.

Stu, Dave, follow me.

Stevie: Ready to rock-and-roll ?

man: Right on !

Stevie: Okay, fat ass,

time to cough it up.

John: You little piece of shit.

Hey, hey, take it easy.

Jesus Christ.

I got a bad ticker.

If I keel over in this

parking lot from a heart attack,

you're goin' to jail.

You wanna go to jail ?

Huh, you wanna go to jail ?

Stevie: He's lying.

He's a lying fuckin' sack of

faggot shit !

Come here.

It's been a pleasure

doing business with you,

Mr. John Wayne Gacy.

John: You little prick !

Stevie: And by the way, I quit.

It's been...

John: You don't know who you're

dealing with, you little punk.

I'm connected.

I'm with the syndicate.

I can have you rubbed out

like that, asshole.

Like that !

Mother Gacy: What's that ?

What's that ?

What is it ?

John ?

Karen: John ?

John ?

Oh !

John: Karen.

Hi.

Karen: What are you

doing down there ?

John: Laying down some lime.

You're always bitchin' about

the goddamn smell, so I'm doin'

somethin' about it.

Karen: It's 3:15 in the morning.

John: And ?

Smell don't sleep.

Karen: Oh...

man: You want another

bloody one ?

This is fallin' apart.

Burgers suck.

John: Ted.

Ted: Hi, John.

John: Julie.

Thank you for coming.

Ted: Karen, always a pleasure.

Hey, I'm sorry, but we

didn't know it was

a costume party.

John: Hey, everybody,

listen up here.

This is our alderman,

Mr. Ted Doyle and his

lovely wife, Julie.

Ted: Good people,

you are truly fortunate to have,

as a friend and colleague,

John Wayne Gacy.

A good man,

a great Democrat,

and-- who knows-- maybe even

the next precinct captain.

man: Yeah.

Ted: Let me tell you

a little about this man.

If it wasn't for

John Wayne Gacy,

none of the street lights in

this town would have

a number on them.

You have John to thank for that.

He is a real inspiration

and role model to children.

And as far as I'm concerned,

a living embodiment of

the American dream.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

John: That was great.

Ted: John, I'm afraid that

Bob can't make it.

He sends his apologies and he

said keep up the good work.

I also hear those poor kids

really appreciate your visits

as Pongo the Clown.

John: Uh, Pogo.

Ted: Oh, right, right, Pogo.

Gretchen: Wow.

Look at all the squares.

Tom: Hey.

man: I didn't think you're

gonna make it.

Come on down.

You guys wanna go over to

the bar and get a drink ?

Tom: Yeah.

Hal: John, John, John...

Let's go take a looksee at

the crawlspace of yours.

John: Not now, Hal,

this is a party.

Hal: You got me here now,

let's go now.

Karen: Oh, Hal, would you ?

That would be so great.

Hal: Come on, let's go.

Jeez.

Yeah, I've smelled worse

but not much.

Could be a sewage pipe leak

but I don't know.

Doesn't really smell of

effluent.

I can't put my finger on it.

John: So what should I do ?

Hal: Keep layin' down the lime.

John: I have been.

Hal: You know, John, with your

clout at city hall, you could

get this pipe seen to

in a jiffy.

John: And if the lime

doesn't work ?

Hal: Guess you'll have to

concrete the whole damn thing.

And those bugs...

You should call Eddie Bloom.

Best exterminator in town.

John: I'll take that.

boy: What happened to Stevie ?

John: That loser.

I paid him off.

Said he was goin' to Costa Rica.

boy: Costa Rica ?

John: Uh-huh.

boy: What are we gonna do on

the Grysinski job ?

We'll be a man short.

John: Leave that to me.

John Gacy.

Tom: Tom Kovak.

This is Gretchen.

John: You're one of Steve's

friends, huh ?

Tom: Yeah.

John: Lookin' for work ?

Tom: I am.

John: You know what we do ?

Tom: Yeah.

John: Show up tomorrow morning.

Tom: Deal.

John: Good.

man: I can never figure out why

he uses those young, dumb kids.

Ray: Can't ya ?

Gretchen:

You do still love me,

don't you ?

Tom: Totally.

Gretchen: Then what's

the problem ?

I mean, how else are you gonna

get that kind of money,

rob a bank ?

Look, okay,

the guy creeps me out too,

but you're a big boy now.

You can take care of that fag.

Fred:

Shit !

John: Fred ?

Fred: That pipe is pumping

fucking noxious fluid into my--

it's polluting my garden !

And those bugs, they are

as big as fuckin' rabbits.

John: I'm gonna take care of it.

Fred: You are like

a stuck record.

I am gonna sue your

fucking ass, porky.

You asshole !

John: Jesus...

Eddie: Mr. Gacy ?

John: Yeah.

Eddie: Eddie Bloom,

vermin control.

We spoke.

John: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on in.

Eddie: I hear you have

a little problem.

John: Sure do.

Eddie: Stop, don't turn on

the light.

Gonna surprise 'em.

Holy shit !

I'm chargin' him double

for this.

Bucholtz: Are you John Gacy ?

John: Sure am.

Bucholtz: I'm Officer Bucholtz,

this is Officer Wolf.

John: What can I do for you

officers ?

Bucholtz: We're investing

the disappearance of an employee

of yours, a Steven Banasky.

Disappeared about

two months ago.

John: Yeah, that's Stevie.

He used to work for me.

I paid him off, uh,

about two months ago.

Said somethin' about takin' off

to Costa Rica.

Bucholtz: Costa Rica, huh ?

Wolf: Do you smell that ? ?

John: Or was it, uh,

Puerto Rico ?

No, no, no, no, I'm sure.

It was Costa Rica.

Bucholtz: Well, if he shows up,

I'd be obliged if

you give us a call.

John: Sure thing,

Officer Bucholtz.

Wolf: Thanks a lot for

your time.

John: Oh, no problem.

Oh, say hi to Captain Harris

for me.

Bucholtz: Will do.

Wolf: Do you smell that ?

Bucholtz: Get in the car !

Dave: Those guys cops ?

John: Yes, Dave, they were.

Now will get a move on ?

Dave: What they want ?

John: They're lookin' for

somebody, okay ?

John: Oh, Jesus Christ, fuck,

not again.

Hey, Dave.

The fuses are under the bench

here, buddy.

You mind ?

Dave: Jeez, I can't see shit.

You got-- Yeah.

Gacy Sr.: Go ahead,

hit me, jag-off.

Go ahead, hit me, hit me.

You can't do it, can ya ?

You can't.

Dave:

No !

John: Dave.

Dave, Dave, Dave, Dave.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You all right ?

Dave: I don't know.

My head hurts so bad.

John: Shh, shh, shh, shh...

Shh, shh, shh...

Hang on, hang on...

Let me look, let me look.

Dave, Dave, Dave, let me look.

Okay.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Dave.

If you tell anybody about this,

I'll tell 'em about us.

Do I have to spell it

out for ya ?

Dave: That's okay.

John: Wait, wait.

Dave.

Shh, okay.

Shh, shh, please.

And don't be late tomorrow.

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We'll be discussing that today

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First of all, from

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John: Hi, honey.

Happy Mother's Day !

Karen: Why didn't you just tell

me that you liked boys ?

John: I don't, Karen.

I swear I don't.

You know how much I hate homos.

It's just that...

I don't know, I--

I might be, maybe...

Karen: You think I was

born yesterday ?

I don't know how many times

I've seen you come and go

with those young...

guys in the garage.

God only knows what

you're doin' in there.

I'm gonna burn down

that fucking garage,

that's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna burn it to

the fucking ground.

John: Karen !

You know how hard I been

workin', trying to build

this business ?

I mean, I'm not out there...

drinkin' and gamblin' and doin'

drugs, bangin' every other

broad in town.

I'm out there bustin' my balls

for you and the girls.

And what I do in that garage

is all business-related.

Karen: Oh, yeah.

What do you use these for ?

You jag-off !

John: I told you...

... never to call me that.

John: Gonna pay off the building

inspector for violations

of which there were many.

Jesus Christ, let's go

to the van.

Hey... why the long face ?

You need to talk to somebody ?

Tom: I'm havin' some problems,

that's all.

John: That, uh, that girl ?

Tom: No, it's my parents.

John: Listen, Tom, I want you to

keep this in mind when you're

trying to understand them.

Your parents love you and only

want to see you happy.

Tom: Thanks, John.

Just my dad's such a fuckin'

asshole, we just bitch

and fight all the time.

You know what I mean ?

John: Uh-huh.

Tom: He's trying to force me to

go to college, doesn't give a

fuck about what I wanna do.

I gotta get out.

John: Hey, you know,

I just had a great idea.

I got a spare room.

I can let you have it for,

say, 25 bucks a week.

You can rent it until you

figure out what it is

you wanna do.

It would be awfully convenient.

I mean, we work together,

for Christ's sake.

Think about it.

Just think about it.

Tom: Yeah, it's gonna be pretty

cool havin' my own pool table.

man: What ?

You buyin' this thing off John ?

Tom: No, John offered me a room.

I'm thinkin' of takin' it.

man: Cool.

Dave: You sure that's such

a good idea ?

Tom: Why not ?

Rent's cheap.

Dave: You never heard the one

about mixin' business

with pleasure ?

Tom: Fuck that.

Me and my folks are at meltdown.

John's savin' my ass.

Dave: You know what John's

like at work.

I mean, imagine what he's

like at night.

You know, when he's alone.

man: You drop your keys, you

better remember to kick 'em.

Tom: I can handle John.

Dave: Tom, I really don't

think it's a good idea.

Tom...

Tom: What's your problem, Dave ?

Come on, spit it out.

Dave: Tom, look, I--

man: I think maybe he's

jealous, Tom.

Dave: Fuck you guys.

Ted: So she pulls

down her pants.

She sits on Pinocchio's face

and says, "Ooh, tell me lies.

Tell me lies."

Hal: What a guy.

John: I'm gonna go

water the horse.

Ted: Don't stick me

with the bill.

I don't have any money.

Hal: Hey, Ted, did you just

drop one ?

Ted: Ho, ho, ho, that was you,

you jag-off.

It smells worse than

Gacy's house.

John: Ray, I need to

ask a favor.

How much would it cost to lay

a load of concrete on top of

the earth in my crawlspace ?

What the fuck ?

Ray: I ain't gonna do you

anymore fuckin' favors 'til you

pay me the money that you owe

me, do you hear me ?

John: Let go of me, Ray,

I'm pissin' down my leg here.

Ray: I don't fuckin' care.

Where's my money ?

John: I'll pay you this week.

Ted: Hey, guys, come on.

Take it easy.

We're all supposed to be

pals here.

Ray: Gacy...

you're a fuckin' liar.

Ted: What was that all about ?

John: Nothin'.

John: Wanna get high ?

Roger: You a cop ?

John:

Even cops get horny.

What's your name ?

Roger: Roger.

John: I got somethin'

for you, Roger.

John: You lookin' for me ?

Roger: Oh !

John: Have a drink !

John: Good, huh ?

Roger: Why don't you just

get it over with ?

John: You need to show some

respect, girl.

I'm the one who's gonna

teach it to you.

Tom: I can't wait until we can

do it in a big soft bed.

Gretchen: Uh-huh.

Tom: Nice crisp

white cotton sheets.

Rubber.

Gretchen: Oh...

Tom: Just think, baby,

when I move in with Gacy,

I'll be able to lay you down--

Gretchen: What ?

Gacy.

You're thinkin' of moving in

with John Gacy ?

Tom: Well, I can't stay

at home, can I ?

Tom: Oh...

John: Hey, Tom.

I'm just laying down some lime.

Wanna strap on the rubber

and come help ?

Tom: Uh...

John: I'm just kiddin'.

Lighten up.

Come on, let's go smoke a bowl.

Are you sure you don't wanna

call your parents

and let 'em know you're okay ?

I mean, they must be

worried sick.

Tom: Fuck 'em.

John:

Okay.

Let's show you to your room.

Mom's room's on the left here.

She's in Arkansas, she'll be

back in about three weeks.

I'm givin' you the girls' room.

You're gonna have to

fix it up a little bit.

It'll turn out okay.

Listen, I need to get

back to work.

Tom: Yeah, I'm just gonna go

ahead and crash anyway.

John: So early ?

Tom: See you in the mornin'.

Gretchen: No, wait, no.

Go and get some-- get something.

Tom: Oh, shit, all right.

Gretchen: And get me some

ice cream.

Please.

Thank you.

John: Where's Tom ?

Gretchen: He's at

the drug store.

John: It's Gretchen, right ?

Well, you know, Gretchen,

I have a strict

"no girls in the house" policy.

And I believe you fall

in that category.

Gretchen: That's ridiculous.

He pays rent, he can have a--

John: No, there's

no negotiating.

Now get your stuff

and get your butt out.

Gretchen: No.

I'll go when Tom gets back.

John: What's the matter,

never seen a clown before ?

Jimmy: I, uh...

Uh, I'm Jimmy Burrel.

We spoke before, you said

you might wanna buy my car.

John: Oh yeah, right.

Uh, let's take a look.

Jimmy: Sure.

John: Take it for a spin ?

Jimmy: Sure.

John: I like it.

Okay, you've got yourself

a deal.

Money's in the house.

Let's have a drink.

Jimmy: Sure.

John: You love it, huh ?

John: Ma !

Ma !

Shit.

woman: Tommy ?

John: I'm sorry.

Now...

Ah, shit.

Shit !

John: Nice little Chevy.

Stu: Cool.

How much ?

John: 400 bucks.

Stu: I like it.

Only got two.

John: We'll make it 350.

Stu: All right.

John: There you go, my friend.

Stu: Say, who is this

guy anyway ?

John: Oh, he's a friend of mine.

He needs to get

out of town quick.

Splittin' to LA.

Bring one of the guys

by in the morning.

I need you to dig a trench in my

crawl space to lay some pipes.

Stu: Sure thing, boss.

Tom: Oh, I...

I heard a weird sound.

John: Just the sump pump.

Pumpin' out the gunk.

Tom: No, not that.

It's a strange whining noise.

John: Maggots.

Tom: Huh ?

John: Whining maggots.

It's the sound of a million

maggots writhing in aluminum.

Come on now,

will you go to bed ?

We got a big day tomorrow.

John: Come on.

I want you guys to dig

between the sticks.

Only dig...

between the sticks, okay ?

Come on, come on, go.

Go, and, look, look,

about two foot down, that's it.

I need to get some pipes

in there.

Uh-uh-uh-uh, get your ass

back down there.

Here put the masks on.

Stu, you're gonna need this.

Lt. Kay: Mr. Gacy ?

John Gacy ?

John: Let me guess.

You're a cop ?

Lt. Kay: That'd be

Lieutenant Kay.

John: Look, I'm late for

a little estimate.

Lt. Kay: I really won't take

up any more of your time...

John: I'd invite you in but

my mother's got the flu.

Lt. Kay: Okay.

I'm looking for a missing kid.

Now, his name is James Burrel.

You seen him ?

John: No, never seen that kid.

Lt. Kay: Are you sure,

Mr. Gacy ?

John: Positive.

Lt. Kay: It's just that

you were on a list of possible

buyers of his car and I...

John: Look, pal, I just told you

I've never seen that kid

before in my life.

Now can I get on with my day ?

Lt. Kay: Thanks for your help.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, sorry to

bother you folks.

I was wondering, uh, maybe

you've seen this boy.

man: No parlo English.

Lt. Kay: No, no, no, have you

seen this boy ?

Have you see him here ?

man: No, no, no,

no parle English.

I sorry, I no speak English.

Italiano.

man: Hi, what can I do for ya ?

Stu: Fill 'er up.

man: Fill 'er up.

Hey !

Hey !

Hey !

Mother Gacy: Hello.

Roger: I'm lookin' for

John Gacy.

Mother Gacy: He's not here,

young man.

Are you a friend of his ?

Roger: Not exactly.

Mother Gacy: Well, he'll be back

very soon.

Won't you come in and sit down ?

I've made some nice ice tea.

Roger: Do you know your

son's an animal ?

He's a vicious rapist

and he belongs in jail.

Mother Gacy: You son of a bitch.

How dare you ?

officer: You have the right to

remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be

used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right to

an attorney.

You have that right to have

your attorney present

during questioning.

If you cannot afford one,

one will be appointed to you.

Do you understand your rights ?

Get him out of here.

Lt. Kay: Greg.

Bucholtz: Hey.

Lt. Kay: Radclif.

How's it goin ?

Wolf: Well... busted some kid

for stealin' gasoline.

Bucholtz: Another big day.

Lt. Kay: Hardly a Dillinger,

hey ?

Wolf: It's one of those stupid

kids that work for Gacy.

Lt. Kay: Did you say Gacy ?

Bucholtz: Yeah.

Lt. Kay: John Gacy ?

John: You were late again today.

Tom: Yeah, I'm sorry, John,

I broke my--

John: You know what happens to

ball droppers, don't ya ?

Tom: They get canned.

John: Yeah, that's right.

Tom: I can explain, I broke

my watch a couple days ago--

John: Jeez, Tom, you're so lame.

Follow me.

Choose one.

Good.

Now, no more excuses, okay ?

Gretchen: Tom ?

You never called me.

John: Come on, boy, we're late !

Let's go !

Gretchen: Tom ?

officer: You sure he's been

whackin' those guys ?

officer: Harris still won't

okay a search warrant ?

Lt. Kay: Shit no.

This guy, he's good.

He's a real player.

He will fuck up.

Tom: Who are they ?

John: Cops.

Tom: Cops, why ?

John: I'm a very important man.

I have many enemies.

Tom: I can't believe

that's you.

John: You better.

I got a clown license

to prove it.

Tom: That is too much.

John: As it happens,

I'm lookin' for a new Patches.

Tom: What's a Patches ?

John: My clown sidekick.

I lost my old one.

Tom: How much does

a clown sidekick make ?

John: You get your

reward in heaven.

Tom: So that's why the guys

call you the colonel ?

John: Uh-huh, it's made by my

second franchise.

Tom: Wow, you must be loaded.

John: Not as loaded as you.

I do okay.

I'm pretty comfortable.

Tom: What's this ?

John: It's guys in nature.

What's your problem ?

Tom: Don't put your hands on me.

John: Oh !

officer: We'd like to take

a look around your house...

if you don't mind ?

John: You gotta warrant ?

Fuck off, douche bag !

officer: I read the report.

I believe your story.

Roger: Thanks.

So how come nobody else does ?

I must've asked for it, right ?

We're all just a bunch of

sickos and we get what we

deserver, right ?

At least let me know when

you bust 'em.

John: Huh.

officer: You must be

Mrs. Gacy.

Tom: What did you say ?

officer: Get out...

while ya got a chance.

John: You don't know who

you're messin' with.

Scumbags.

John: Hey, Tom... about the

other day, the other night.

Tom: Let's just forget about

the other night.

John: Congratulations.

Tom: Huh ?

John: I was tryin' to see how

you would handle pressure.

It was-- Go, please !

Tommy, I had to know that

I could trust you.

Well done.

I'm promoting you.

Tom: That guys creeps me out.

John: He's crazy.

He won't be there long.

I made some calls.

Mother Gacy: Good riddance.

John: Hey, better wake up !

officer: Fuckin' asshole.

John: You guys lose me,

I'll be at the lumber yard.

officer: You fat fuck.

officer: Fuckin' asshole.

John: Hey, kid.

Wanna talk about that job ?

boy: I can't, I gotta go

meet my mom.

John: Come on, it'll take

two minutes.

Look, if we miss your mom,

I'll give you a ride home.

boy: All right.

John: You wanna see a trick ?

boy: Sure.

John: Oh God, oh God,

no more space.

John: Tom !

Tom !

Tom: What ?

John: Listen, I need you to do

something for me.

Hal: John ?

You look like shit.

John: Hi, Hal.

Hal: What's up ?

Come on in for a cup of coffee.

John: I can't, I'm going away

for a long time and I just

dropped by to say goodbye.

Hal: Where the hell

are you goin' ?

John: Belgium.

Hal: Belgium,

what the fuck for ?

John: I don't have

time to explain.

I just dropped by to say

goodbye and thanks

for bein' such a great friend.

Hal: John, listen.

Come inside, let me get you

a scotch.

John: I have to tell

you something.

Hal: What ?

John: I've been kinda naughty.

Hal: Naughty ?

John: I've killed.

Hal: What ?

Come on, John,

this joke ain't funny.

John: I'm serious, Hal.

Hal: Jesus, who'd you kill ?

John: People.

Boys.

Hal: Boys ?

How many boys ?

John: I-- I don't know.

25 ?

30 ?

Maybe more.

Hal: Oh my God.

John: I'm gonna burn in hell.

officer: Stay on him

tighter, Ritzik.

Ritzik: I'm all over him.

John: You piece of shit.

Come on, you motherfucker.

Pull me over.

I'll have that badge shoved up

your fuckin' ass.

Well, shit !

boy: Mr. Gacy...

John: What's that ?

Tom: What ?

John: That noise.

In the attic.

boy: Dad says you got in trouble

for setting up stag parties

for the JCs.

John: Yeah.

I still got some of those

films at home.

You ever see one ?

Tom: I don't hear anything.

John: Are you freakin' deaf ?

Come on, man, check it out.

Tom: What, what, in the attic ?

Forget it, it's probably

just a rat.

John: Rat, my ass.

man: Get up...

Pay me...

John: It's a man.

A man.

Cops.

Tom: You are fuckin' crazy.

John: I'm askin' you to

move your ass !

Tom: Oh, shit, John,

I'm so sorry.

Karen: Why didn't you just tell

me you liked boys ?

Tom: John, you okay ?

I'm headin' out to

the West Coast.

Gonna check it out.

I wanted you to know.

John: You're leavin' me ?

Everybody leaves.

Good luck, Tom.

Tom: Thanks, John.

John: Everybody leaves me.

Tom: Thanks, John.

John: Good luck, Tom.

Tom: Thanks, John.

John: I guess I better

settle up with you.

But first, I'm gonna have

a drink for old time's sake.

Tom: Yeah, why not.

Cheers.

John: Nastrovia !

You know, I never did do that

trick for you I do as Pogo.

Tom: No, you never did.

John: Let me take this

opportunity at last.

Tom: Okay.

John: Okay, this might

take me a minute.

Ta-dah !

You try it.

Tom: I'd rather not.

John: 100 bucks if you get out

in under a minute.

Tom: 100 bucks ?

Shit, okay.

John: Go.

Tom: All right, John,

get me out of these things.

John: What's the matter ?

You can't figure out the trick ?

Tom: No, so just get these

fuckin' things off me.

John: The trick is to

have the key.

Tom: Oh, that's cute.

John: You dumb asshole.

You really think I'd let you

just walk out of this house ?

Tom: Fuck you.

John: Ray.

Ritzik: Shit's going down.

officer: You're goin' down,

Gacy, you sick bastard.

Lt. Kay: Jesus Christ.

John: I won't spend a day

in jail.

John: You're barkin' up

the wrong tree.

I'm not a well man.

I wanna see my lawyer.

I wanna see my lawyer.

I don't think you

guys realize how deep in

the shit you are.

My friends will crush you

like bugs.

man: ♪ In this world

♪ Cruel, cruel world

♪ We only need one reason

♪ To live

♪ It is love

♪ Let it be love

♪ The one thing that can

♪ Set you free

♪ Make a wish on a star

♪ Somebody cares where you are

♪ In this world

♪ Cold, cold world

♪ So many dreams can go wrong

♪ There could be

♪ Someone to blame

♪ Someone to name when

♪ The trouble comes

♪ Make a wish on a star

♪ Somebody cares who you are

♪ In this world

♪ Cruel, cruel world ♪