Devil in Disguise: John Wayne Gacy (2025) s01e08 Episode Script
Jeffrey
1
-I'm looking
for a Jeffrey Rignall.
Last year, you filed
a police report for assault,
you named Gacy as the assailant.
-It's my story.
I'm the victim here.
-Sometimes the best way to get
what we want is to make noise.
-So I'm supposed to do it?
-I think so.
-The system
failed these families.
-It was your birthday,
for heaven's sake.
It should have been
me going to pick up Rob,
not you, not on your birthday.
-You blame me.
-No. I don't blame.
-I need you to tell me
if there are more out there.
-Up to you to find out.
-Hey. I'll see you
at your execution, asshole.
[♪♪♪]
Jeffrey: Three thousand?
My medical bills
are twenty grand.
Fred: That's their offer.
We could still
let a judge decide,
but then
-[knocking on door]
-He's here. And his lawyer.
Fred: Conference room.
[door closes]
John: All right. [laughs]
That's why you got
that nice suit. [laughs]
Ron: Are you okay?
John: I swear.
-What the hell is he doing here?
-Jeff, it's fine.
He's going
to the conference room.
-Who?
-Mr. Gacy and his lawyer
are here to discuss
-Are you fucking kidding me?
-We're just trying to
close it up. Okay?
As quickly as possible.
I'm meeting with them
after we're done.
Now, um [clears throat]
-Oh, my God
-Mr. Gacy is threatening
to enter a counterclaim.
He says you're the one
that got violent
and that you drugged him
-That's crazy.
-and then blackmailed him.
-Okay, but how can he do that?
What about my bruises?
About the burns on my face?
-He's saying that
it was consensual play.
-The man chloroformed me.
He beat me, tortured me.
I mean
could've killed me
for Christ's sake.
Fred, come on. Fuck.
-We're all friends here. Okay?
And I believe you.
-Okay.
Fred: But as your lawyer,
all I'm saying is
that it's gonna be hard
to prove in court.
It's your word against his.
And even
if we win the civil suit,
you might not collect.
Cook County's inundated and
their priorities have shifted.
Murder, um, drugs,
prostitution,
that's where their personnel
and resources are flowing now.
[Fred sighs]
Given the nature of your case,
the judge will likely
toss it out as a petty dispute.
Ron: We still have
the criminal action.
We can get the charges
raised to aggravated battery.
That's a felony, right?
Fred: We could try.
But it's a long shot.
-I was raped.
[mournful music playing]
I was raped.
He raped me. I mean
-According to the state's
attorney's office,
there's no statutory precedent
for what happened to you.
A man cannot rape another man,
from a legal standpoint, anyway.
-We handed him to the police.
We gave them--
We gave them everything.
-We'll install arches
on the street-facing windows,
maybe some stained glass.
It'll be
our cathedral in the sky.
-Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.
-Oh!
Brass built-ins on the bar,
dark wallpaper.
I'm thinking colored lights.
Do we-- What do you
think of neon? Too much?
Because I feel like we could
have a great entrance foyer.
What do you think?
You got any thoughts, mister?
-I just have one question.
-What's that?
-When are we getting hitched?
-We gotta consecrate
the place first.
Make it all holy.
-Okay.
We can manage that.
-Yeah?
-[chuckles]
[loud bang on door]
What the hell was that?
-[laughs]
Sounds like an earthquake.
-How do you know
what an earthquake sounds like?
-It sounds cool as fuck,
you know that.
Whoa, hey!
You're-- You okay?
Rose: Yeah, I'm fine.
Jeffrey: You need, need
-I think I got it.
-You think you got it?
-Yup. Oh, shit.
-[Jeffrey laughs]
God, I'll help you up.
You want a hand? Let me help.
-Okay, give me a hand.
Oh, no!
Ron: Oh, my God.
Jeffrey:
I don't think you got it.
All right. Oh. Oh,
you're not very steady.
Way-- Okay.
Rose: I'm fine, fine.
I was just-- I was trying
to knock on your door
because I'm-- um,
I need to borrow some pliers
'cause my pilot light is broken.
-Uh-huh.
-But then I didn't know
how to stop.
-Uh-hmm.
-Oh, my God!
Jeffrey: Or stand.
-Yeah, no, no.
-[laughs]
Rose: Okay.
I, um
-Uh, I'm Jeff. This is Ron.
-Hi.
-Hey.
-Uh, I'm your neighbor
there, there.
I'm Rose from 4C.
Jeffrey: Ah.
Nice to meet you,
Rose from 4C.
-Yeah, you too. I gotta go.
-Okay. Okay.
-Bye!
-Bye!
-Woo-hoo!
-I like her. She's fun.
-I know you do.
-[laughs]
-Now where were we?
-We're consecrating
the apartment.
Jeffrey: Figuring out
where everything went.
All of a sudden,
the whole building
shook.
-Ah!
Jeffrey: And we were like,
"What the hell was that?"
[laughs]
We opened the door,
"Who is it?"
Legs akimbo,
roller skates still rolling,
she literally
rolled into our lives. [laughs]
Fred: So, uh, what's going on
with the three of you anyway?
Jeffrey: Well, we're together.
[soft song
playing on radio]
Fred: Oh.
Relationships are hard enough
with two people.
So, how does this work?
-Well, Jeff is bisexual.
I'm whatever.
And Ron
What are you, Ron?
-Yeah, Ron. What are you?
Ron: [exhales deeply]
The voice of reason, baby.
-Yeah, right. [chuckles]
Rose: So, Fred and I
have some news.
You know that beautiful
historic building off Racine?
Near Sherman Park?
-Go on. Out with it.
-Well, Fred's buying it.
Jeffrey: Oh.
-And he loves what you've done
with this building,
with your place here,
and so he's agreed to hire you
both to do the renovation.
-Ooh.
-[laughs]
Isn't that fabulous?
Jeffrey: What?
I don't know what to say.
Uh, thank you.
Fred: Don't thank me.
It's this one.
-You know, this perky gal's
got a few tricks
up her sleeve.
-This one?
-It's a quarter-mil gig
top to bottom,
not including your fee.
-Oh.
Rose: So? Yeah?
Jeffrey: You spoil me.
-What do you say?
-I say yes.
-We have a--
We have a deal?
Jeffrey: We have a deal!
-To partnership.
-To Rose.
-Thank you, baby.
Singer: ♪ Everybody's sayin' ♪
♪ that music is love ♪
♪ Everybody's sayin' ♪
♪ it's love ♪
♪ Put on your colors and run ♪
♪ come see ♪
♪ Everybody's sayin' ♪
♪ the music's for free ♪
-I don't know
what I'd do without you.
-I don't wanna know.
Singer: ♪ Everybody's saying ♪
♪ the music's for fun ♪
[indistinct chattering]
[melancholic music playing]
-Hi.
-Hi.
Have you seen Kenny and Kerry?
-Yeah.
They're already on the bus.
-Anybody know
if Bessie's coming?
-She called earlier.
Meeting us there.
-Huh. Great. Let's go!
[♪♪♪]
lawyer: As you know,
my client is
the owner of property
located on North Michigan Avenue
here in Chicago. A 17,550
-[music drowns out dialog]
[rock music playing on radio]
♪ Right here, right now ♪
♪ There is no other thing ♪
♪ I want ♪
woman [on radio]:
[indistinct] is forcing
many students to study in
man [on radio]:
near the solar eclipse.
You can't look directly at
it though, but you can get
newsman: Gacy's lawyers
are filing two final appeals
that the Illinois
Attorney General is confident
will be denied,
along with
the 20-some-odd appeals
that have previously
fallen short.
Sixteen years ago, a quaint
suburban Chicago street
became a scene straight
out of a horror film.
The bodies of 29 young men were
pulled from the crawl space
beneath John Wayne Gacy's home.
Since his conviction,
Gacy has spent
the past 14 years
at Joliet Prison in Illinois.
He is scheduled
to be put to death
tonight by lethal injection
just after midnight.
A local general contract
-[switches radio off]
[birds chirping in distance]
[door slams shut]
Deanna: Is that you, sweetie?
-Nope, just me. Your husband.
-Shoot.
[object clatters on table]
-Tried you before.
-[footsteps approaching]
Couple times.
Got a busy signal.
Deanna: Ugh.
Phone's been ringing all day.
Reporters. Took it off the hook.
[sighs]
-Yeah.
-How was work?
-Same old.
-Everything all right?
-Yeah, never been better.
-Is it him?
-No. It's not. Okay?
-Uh-hmm.
-Now how about
we cancel dinner tonight?
-It took weeks to get
that table.
-Yeah, I don't know.
I'm just not feeling fancy.
-You've been talking
about it all month.
-Why get all gussied up
when there's a perfectly
great hot dog stand
right down the street?
-[chuckles]
Because we go there
all the time.
Talk to me.
-Okay. Fuck it. Let's go.
Yeah.
-Okay.
-You're not gonna wear
that though, are you?
-Yes.
[sorrowful music playing]
[protesters shouting
indistinctly]
[man shouts indistinctly]
man 2: Kill the clown!
woman: No more execution!
man 3: Yes to death penalty!
-Die!
woman 2: Well, shame on you!
[reporters speaking
indistinctly]
man 4: Kill the clown!
Jeffrey: I can't believe
what you've done with the place.
Rose: You like it?
-It's very beach-y.
-Florida Chic. [chuckles]
-[laughs]
-I can't seem to keep
my palms alive though.
-[chuckles]
-And most of these
rattan pieces shipped
when I visited you and Ron.
[soft song
playing on radio]
-[Jeffrey chuckles]
-My God. I'm sorry.
We're gonna have to talk
about it at some point though,
I guess.
-Nothin' to talk about.
Ron and I are through.
Florida's over.
-I can change it all.
-Don't. Don't.
It's terrific.
I meant
what I said on the phone.
I'm ready to start a life,
make a fresh start together.
Even got to thinkin'
about law school.
-Really?
-Really.
-Everything's gonna be perfect.
-I can't wait.
[fire alarm beeping]
-Oh, shit. My soufflés!
-Oh!
-Oh, no.
-Fireman Jeff to the rescue!
Holy-- Okay.
Too much wine.
-Is this how it's gonna be?
-What do you mean?
[sighs] Is this about Ron?
-No, it's about you.
That's the thing.
It's always about you.
Fucking law school.
You must really think
I'm an idiot.
-It's been a long day.
I just need some time to
straighten things out.
Get back in the swing of things.
Come on now.
-So I'm a rebound?
-Oh, get serious.
-Come on. Can't you
just be honest for once?
-[Jeffrey scoffs]
Rose: Well, you--
Shit hits the fan with Ron,
and so you call me
to complain for weeks.
And then you think
you can just fly back here
and shack up with me
till you find your next trick?
-Okay.
Now you're being hysterical.
-Don't you dare say that to me.
-[sighs]
Can we forget about tonight?
Let's get a drink.
Broadway Limited's
just gettin' good. Let's go out.
-[scoffs]
I'm tired.
-Oh, come on.
-I have an early day.
You go.
Go out, swing,
do whatever you wanna do.
I don't care.
[door slams]
Marko: This is it?
Where is the witness room?
guard: Told to bring you here.
Be back when it's time.
-[melancholic music playing]
-[indistinct chattering]
[♪♪♪]
Bill: Well, I'll be damned.
-Hiya, Bill.
-[laughs] How you doing?
-[laughs] All right.
-Retirement seems to have
done you wonders.
-Yeah. Well, honestly,
I've never been busier.
-Yeah.
-I got my P.I. license.
Took up painting.
I mean, hell, my wife and I,
we even wrote a book together.
-You know, I heard about that.
-That's 'cause
I sent you a signed copy.
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
-Who're all these people?
Where're the families?
-Yes, it is good
to see you too, Tovar.
Uh, the D.O.C.
thought it would be best
if the families
were held elsewhere.
Limit the chance of any
"unwanted drama."
-You shittin' me?
-Hey, I didn't say
that I agreed with them.
If anybody deserves a front
row seat to this, it's them.
It was out of my hands.
Hey, listen, the families
are being well taken care of.
I can assure you of that.
We've done everything
we can for them.
It's been a long, hard road
to get to this evening.
And here we are.
-Here we are.
[indistinct chattering]
Bill: I'm gonna go
pay my respects to the A.G.
[footsteps approaching]
-When are they bringing us in?
-I don't know.
-It's supposed to
start in midnight, right?
-Yes.
-Government.
I don't know why
I'd expect them to be on time.
-Hmm.
-Your hair looks nice like that.
I like it.
-She went a little short.
-I like it.
-Well, it is what it is.
Hair grows back.
He would've just turned 31
couple of months ago.
-Same age we were
when he was born.
-My God, he might've
been married by now.
Might've had kids.
-You play that game, too?
-Uh-hmm.
I'm so alone.
-I'm sorry, Liz.
-Oh.
No, no, no, I don't--I,
I didn't mean it like that.
I, I wasn't saying it like that.
I, I-- This, this,
this is the right thing.
This is better, I know that.
I just meant I'm, I'm so alone,
I can't stop thinking
about him every day.
I don't have any distractions,
you know?
-I know.
I don't think
there were any distractions
that can change that.
I lied to you, Liz.
When you said that I blamed you
for what happened,
and I denied it.
I lied to you.
But I don't anymore.
-[laughs]
-Oh, God.
-Oh. [laughs]
I appreciate that.
-I'm so ashamed of myself.
-Don't be.
-When we go in there,
you know what's gonna happen
when we see it.
-Yeah?
-May I hold your hand?
-Yeah.
-Okay.
Okay. [sniffles]
John: Nice jacket! Need a lift?
-[chuckles]
Uh, no, I'm not going far.
It's Broadway Limited
for a drink.
-That's in Carmichael Village,
right?
Jeffrey: Yeah.
-Dumb luck.
I'm headin' down to
Washington Square Park.
I could drop you along the way.
Why don't you hop in?
-Come on. Don't be stupid.
It's colder than a witch's
itty-bitty titty out there.
-Okay. Thanks, man.
-Yeah, there you go.
-Woo.
[engine starts]
Woo. [sighs]
I'm Jeff, by the way.
-Hmm.
-What's your name, man?
-I'm Jack.
-[chuckles]
Nice to meet you, Jack.
-Nice to meet you, Jeff.
You're real tan there.
Where'd you get it?
In the salon or something?
-Nope.
I just moved back here
from Florida.
Fort Lauderdale.
-Love Florida.
-Oh, me too.
-I got a place there myself.
-Oh, nice.
-A condo. Penthouse actually.
Overlookin' a beach.
-Uh-hmm.
-Lots of little juicy peaches
down there,
if you know what I mean.
-I do.
-[laughs]
-Yeah.
I had a renovation business
there with my partner.
-What do you know?
I'm in the business myself.
-No.
-How long you there for?
-Long enough to forget
how cold it gets here.
-[laughs] [coughs]
-This is nice.
So, uh,
what's your story, Jack?
[chuckles]
You're out cruisin'
pretty late, huh?
You go down to Bughouse often?
-Seatbelt.
-Sure.
-Safety first.
-Right.
[indistinct song
playing on radio]
Singer:
♪ Starting soft and slow ♪
♪ Like a small earthquake ♪
♪ And when he lets go ♪
♪ Half the valley shakes ♪
♪ It's love, brother Love say ♪
♪ Brother Love's ♪
♪ Travelling Salvation Show ♪
♪ Part of the party ♪
John: Wanna drink?
-Oh, what happened?
-Guess you had
too much of that joint.
Fuckin' light in the loafers.
♪ Hallelujah ♪
♪ Brothers ♪
♪ Halle-hallelujah ♪
♪ I said brothers ♪
-Why'd you do that to me?
♪ Now you got yourself ♪
♪ two good hands ♪
♪ And when ♪
♪ your brother is troubled ♪
♪ You gotta reach out ♪
♪ your one hand for him ♪
♪ 'Cause that's what ♪
♪ it's there for ♪
♪ And when ♪
♪ your heart is troubled ♪
♪ You gotta reach out ♪
♪ your other hand ♪
♪ Reach it out ♪
♪ to the man up there ♪
John: I didn't do anything.
You did it to yourself.
♪ Halle-hallelujah ♪
[John opens drawer]
-I've got a gun
in my hand right now.
♪ In my heart I know ♪
John: I just as soon kill you
as fuckin' look at you.
♪ Halle, halle, halle ♪
♪ halle, halle, halle, halle ♪
♪ Love, Brother Love say ♪
♪ Brother Love's ♪
♪ Travelling Salvation Show ♪
John: Woah, don't leave yet.
-[Jeffrey grunts]
-We're gonna have some fun,
you and me.
♪ Love, Brother Love say ♪
♪ Brother Love's ♪
♪ Travelling Salvation Show ♪
Patti:
What's this gonna solve?
Rosemarie: What do you mean?
-What's this gonna change
watching him die?
-Everything.
-Nothing.
Mom, Johnny is gone.
Killing that,
it won't bring him back.
-You saw
how he smirked in court
when that judge read
Johnny's name.
-I did. Yeah.
Genie: He winked at us.
That last day as he left
the courtroom, he winked.
Patti: I know.
Dolores: But he needs to die,
you know.
-Why?
-[exhales sharply]
Because he does.
Because--
Well
justice.
Tim: An eye for an eye.
-Like barbarians.
-If you say so.
Punishment fits the crime.
Marko: The state owes us.
He owes us.
Kenneth: And honestly,
he's not suffering enough.
A needle in the arm?
That's how
we put our dogs to sleep.
It's, it's too easy.
Genie: You know, maybe if he
died 33 times or something,
maybe then it would be fair.
Dolores: [sighs]
He tortured
and murdered our sons.
Rosemarie: Your brother.
Kerry:
I get how you're feeling.
But knowing
he was alive out there,
even behind bars,
it's like there was a cloud
over everything.
Always a reminder.
Genie: Every time
I'd read about his paintings,
the fan letters,
the endless appeals, it just--
it just ripped me open
over and over again.
Marko:
Let me push the button.
man: Hmm.
Genie: Amen.
Patti: [exhales sharply]
All these years, I,
I was so sure that,
that this would
make me feel better.
Now that I'm here tonight,
I know that nothing will.
Maybe some wounds
aren't meant to heal.
[mournful music playing]
[horn honks]
-Fuck you! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck you!
[screams]
[dog barking in distance]
woman: Yeah. And I didn't know
where I was gonna park.
[indistinct chattering]
-[breathing heavily]
[coughs]
Officer Brinker: So you got
into this man's car willingly?
-Yeah.
It was freezing
and he offered me a ride.
He seemed nice enough,
you know?
-Can you describe the car?
-Uh, black.
Two spotlights either side.
Uh
license plate,
it had, um
[clears throat]
three letters and two numbers,
in that order.
It's not a standard issue.
It's more official.
Um
guy said his name was
James or Jack.
That was it.
-Mr. Rignall,
have you ever been arrested
or convicted of a crime?
-No. No. Of course.
No. Never.
-And were you on any other drugs
the night of the attack?
-Besides chloroform?
-The assailant offered
you money at any point?
-Wow. Is this guy
Barney fuckin' Fife or what?
I'm not a hustler, if that's
what you're getting at.
-We had a fight and he left
the condo to go for a walk,
clear his mind. That's all.
-You're acting like
I'm a criminal here.
You should be out looking
for the fuck right now.
-Hi.
-You came.
-Of course. Of course.
-[sobs]
[somber music playing]
-Okay. I'm gonna, um,
give you the number
for our front desk officer.
We'll stay in touch
on our end if, uh,
anything comes up.
[♪♪♪]
[Jeffrey cries]
-[retches]
[coughs]
[exhales sharply]
[flushes water]
[somber music playing]
Ron: What are you doing?
-Shh.
I think
I know how to find him.
-This whole idea is crazy.
Does he think this guy's
just gonna drive by?
What are the chances?
-Well, he needs this.
He needs
he needs do something.
-I hope it's not too weird
with me crashing on your couch.
-Oh, no.
Don't be silly.
Where else would you stay?
I'm sorry about Florida.
When I visited you guys,
you both seemed so happy.
What happened?
-You did.
I'm not, not blaming you.
Jeff's always dreamed
of settling down,
starting a family.
He wants kids.
That's not something
that I can give him.
We had a good run,
but it was time to face facts.
Life with me
was never gonna be real.
[melancholic music playing]
Moving to Florida was a mistake.
And that's why I told him
to come back here,
sort out his priorities.
Call you.
[♪♪♪]
Rose: Sometimes I feel like
when Jeff and I are together,
all he can think about is you.
He won't say it,
but I know it's true.
He loves you.
I love you.
We're a family, the three of us.
-[sniffles]
-Right now, we stick together.
[car engine revving]
[music playing on radio]
Ron: Sure it's the
Cumberland exit, not Canfield?
Jeffrey: [sighs]
Yeah, it's Cumberland.
Ron: Maybe we made a mistake.
Jeffrey: What?
Ron: You were drugged.
Your memory is not as reliable
as you think it is.
Let's just let the police
do their jobs.
-The last time I called them,
I could hear them
snickering in the background.
They don't give a shit about us.
We have to find this guy
on our own.
-Whatever, we're vigilantes now.
-Yeah, if that's what it takes.
Rose: I agree with Jeff.
-Right. Here we go.
It's just you two
against the world, right?
-Like What the fuck?
-Well I was raped too.
Singer:
♪ Night after night ♪
♪ Who treats you right? ♪
♪ Baby, it's the guitar man ♪
-A few years ago before you guys
moved into the building.
Creep climbed up my fire escape
and came in through the window.
I didn't realize what was
happening until it was--
it was too late. I mean,
I would've screamed, but he
had a knife against my throat.
-♪ Miles and miles away ♪
-He smelled like pine cones.
Felt like hours, but I think
it was just a few minutes.
And he pulled up his jeans
and all I could
think to do was smile,
pretend that I had enjoyed it.
I told him
he could take a shower
and I offered to make
him coffee.
And he actually
took me up on that.
And then he just left
right through the front door.
Cops never caught the guy.
I doubt they even looked.
[music continues on radio]
Singer:
♪ He can make you love ♪
-Jeff deserves justice.
We're gonna get this
asshole off the streets,
whatever it takes.
-♪ He will bring you down ♪
-So nobody goes through
what we went through.
-♪ Somethin' ♪
♪ keeps him movin'-- ♪
Lt. Kozenczak: Yeah,
a three-week tour of the Midwest
a couple years back
to promote the book.
Mom and pop shops,
small town, one stoplight.
And every single stop, I mean,
every single one
we would run across a guy
who would claim to have
an encounter with Gacy.
-How many of them were bullshit?
-No, I know. Most probably.
-All of them probably.
Everybody wants to be
part of the story,
as fucked as that is.
-Bill, I did some digging.
-Oh, Magnum P.I. over here.
-From, from 1971 to 1978,
there was an unusual number
of young men drowned
in Wisconsin, Michigan,
and Kentucky.
-Stop.
-Bill,
these are three states
that Gacy frequented.
-Just stop.
You see this?
You did this.
You both did this.
This is a victory for you more
than anybody else in this room.
This is what it looks like
when you do your job right.
You get rewarded with
the two most beautiful words
in the English language:
case closed.
-My ass.
I pulled eight boys from that
house who're still unidentified.
Still buried without names
because nobody wants them.
We let them down.
And if what
Koz is saying is true,
we let those boys down, too.
-Where does it end, hmm?
You're gonna believe
every rumor?
You're gonna chase down
every lead?
Where do they bring you?
Right back here to this room.
[indistinct chattering]
[door opens and closes]
[door alarm buzzes]
[door opens]
Lt. Kozenczak: Hey,
you're not gonna watch it?
Det. Tovar: When Gacy goes,
he takes everything
he knows with him.
-Oh, well, he could stay alive
till the end of days
and he's still not gonna
tell us anything.
-Maybe, maybe not.
-[indistinct computer voice]
[door alarm buzzes]
-Come on. Let's go get a drink.
We'll watch it on the news.
-[door shuts close]
-You should stay.
-[indistinct radio chatter]
Celebrate a job well done
like you did in your book.
-You read my book?
Bought my book?
-Checked it outta the library.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[door opens and closes]
[door alarm buzzes]
[ominous music playing]
[men chattering indistinctly]
[John laughing]
John: Let's go inside, boys.
Come on.
[car door opens and closes]
[indistinct loud music
playing inside the house]
John: Take grass. Yes.
[indistinct song lyrics]
John: Just pick it up.
Grass is grass is grass.
[chuckles]
No one's gonna prefer a juke.
[indistinct song lyrics]
John: You know, right?
man: Oh, oh.
John: Get it. Get it. Get it.
[indistinct chattering,
men laughing]
[indistinct radio chatter]
Jeffrey: John Gacy.
This is the guy.
-You know stealing mail's
a federal offense
and you can go to jail for that?
-You got his license plate
number, his name, his address.
Go arrest him.
-I can't.
Norwood Park
is outta our jurisdiction.
You can take it up
with Cook County.
-I live here.
I was abducted here.
-Hands are tied.
-What, because it's a butt fuck
between two faggots?
-Jeff, stop. That's enough.
-No, no.
I wanna hear him say it.
-Mr. Rignall,
you can calm down
or you can get the hell
outta here.
[officers indistinct
chattering]
Jeffrey: They're fuckin' pigs.
-I'm very sorry. He's,
he's been through a lot.
Hey, you need to get it
together.
-You need to get off of me.
Rose: Hi.
-Get off.
-Fred is buried in discovery.
I came as fast as I could.
What the hell happened?
-Jeff's trying to get arrested.
-What the fuck you've been
doing here anyway?
Shouldn't you be flying away
back to Florida right now?
Isn't that what you do
when the weather gets rough?
A real fucking snowbird, huh?
-Fuck you.
-Let's calm down, all right?
-[sighs]
-Jeff's just fragile
right now, huh?
Maybe it's not the worst idea
for you to find your own place
just for a little while.
Fred has a spare room. I can--
I can ask him tomorrow, okay?
-God. You really
get off on this, huh?
-What?
-When we're at our worst,
woo, here comes Rose
from 4C to the rescue.
-I'm trying to help you.
-Sure you're not trying
to mark your territory?
-You're the one who's been
talking about a future together.
-You're the one that wants
to be a perfect little wife
for a fucking fruitcake.
How pathetic is that?
-Stop it.
-You know what?
If it wasn't for you,
I would never left
the apartment that night.
-Fuck you.
-[scoffs] Not anymore.
-I'm done.
[clock ticking]
[dog howling in distance]
[clicks answering machine]
Amber [on answering machine]:
Mr. Amirante,
this is Amber Robinson
with CNN. I'm call
automated voice:
Message deleted.
Reggie [on machine]:
Hello, this is Reggie Lomax.
I'm calling for NBC News
automated voice:
Message deleted.
[clicks]
John [on machine]:
Hey, Sam. [chuckles]
You remember way back right
before Sammy, Jr. was born,
you rang me up about, uh,
turnin' a guest room
into a nursery.
And, uh, I was just--
I was thinking about that
the other day.
He had a changin' area.
Built-in table with drawers.
It could double as a toy chest
when he got older.
I know your wife
wanted somethin' blue,
but Sherwin-Williams had
this Sunbeam Yellow.
It was real nice.
Woulda brightened up
the space a bit.
Anyway,
I was just wonderin'
why you never went with me.
I don't know
who it was you went with
but you and me both know
that I woulda done it better.
Heck of a lot better.
Not, not that it matters
much now but
I was just curious, that's all.
Well, uh, my ride's here.
Gotta go.
[call disconnects]
automated voice:
Message deleted.
[door opens,
footsteps approach]
official: Time to go.
[all chattering]
-Should we bring our stuff
with us or leave them here?
-Bring them.
We're loading up the bus.
-We have to take the bus
to the execution site?
-Execution's over.
You're going home.
-What do you mean?
-He's dead.
-[woman gasps]
-Follow me to the bus.
Rosemarie: No.
We were told to wait in here
and then we were gonna be
brought out to watch.
-I don't know what to say.
-This is bullshit.
-We need to talk to the warden
or anyone in charge.
-They're all outside.
-No.
[mournful music playing]
-[softly] I'm sorry.
-What are we doing here?
What are we doing here?
[all sobbing]
[indistinct chattering]
[speaking indistinctly]
[somber music playing]
Bill [on TV]: There was
a minor technical issue
which led to a brief delay.
-[reporters clamoring]
reporter 1: Did Gacy suffer?
Bill: All told,
Mr. Gacy was alive
for about 18 extra minutes
than he was entitled to.
reporter 2: Some say that
the death penalty is a cruel
and unusual punishment.
Bill: There was nothing
cruel or unusual
about the way Gacy died.
Cruel and unusual is the way
those kids died.
He got a much easier death
than many of his victims.
In my opinion, he got an easier
death than he deserved.
[♪♪♪]
newscaster [on radio]:
Gacy's long-awaited execution
here in Joliet
is not expected to trigger
a wave of other
executions in Illinois.
Only four condemned inmates
have been on death row
longer than Gacy
and their cases are tangled
in a web of legal appeals.
One hundred fifty others
are waiting in line behind him.
female newscaster: Checking
other news this morning.
Illinois Senator
Carol Moseley Braun
wants $600 million to repair
and rehab local schools.
Peeling paint, broken fixtures,
and exposed wires
are problems
[switches radio off]
[somber music playing]
[♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪]
[inaudible]
[no audio]
-I'm looking
for a Jeffrey Rignall.
Last year, you filed
a police report for assault,
you named Gacy as the assailant.
-It's my story.
I'm the victim here.
-Sometimes the best way to get
what we want is to make noise.
-So I'm supposed to do it?
-I think so.
-The system
failed these families.
-It was your birthday,
for heaven's sake.
It should have been
me going to pick up Rob,
not you, not on your birthday.
-You blame me.
-No. I don't blame.
-I need you to tell me
if there are more out there.
-Up to you to find out.
-Hey. I'll see you
at your execution, asshole.
[♪♪♪]
Jeffrey: Three thousand?
My medical bills
are twenty grand.
Fred: That's their offer.
We could still
let a judge decide,
but then
-[knocking on door]
-He's here. And his lawyer.
Fred: Conference room.
[door closes]
John: All right. [laughs]
That's why you got
that nice suit. [laughs]
Ron: Are you okay?
John: I swear.
-What the hell is he doing here?
-Jeff, it's fine.
He's going
to the conference room.
-Who?
-Mr. Gacy and his lawyer
are here to discuss
-Are you fucking kidding me?
-We're just trying to
close it up. Okay?
As quickly as possible.
I'm meeting with them
after we're done.
Now, um [clears throat]
-Oh, my God
-Mr. Gacy is threatening
to enter a counterclaim.
He says you're the one
that got violent
and that you drugged him
-That's crazy.
-and then blackmailed him.
-Okay, but how can he do that?
What about my bruises?
About the burns on my face?
-He's saying that
it was consensual play.
-The man chloroformed me.
He beat me, tortured me.
I mean
could've killed me
for Christ's sake.
Fred, come on. Fuck.
-We're all friends here. Okay?
And I believe you.
-Okay.
Fred: But as your lawyer,
all I'm saying is
that it's gonna be hard
to prove in court.
It's your word against his.
And even
if we win the civil suit,
you might not collect.
Cook County's inundated and
their priorities have shifted.
Murder, um, drugs,
prostitution,
that's where their personnel
and resources are flowing now.
[Fred sighs]
Given the nature of your case,
the judge will likely
toss it out as a petty dispute.
Ron: We still have
the criminal action.
We can get the charges
raised to aggravated battery.
That's a felony, right?
Fred: We could try.
But it's a long shot.
-I was raped.
[mournful music playing]
I was raped.
He raped me. I mean
-According to the state's
attorney's office,
there's no statutory precedent
for what happened to you.
A man cannot rape another man,
from a legal standpoint, anyway.
-We handed him to the police.
We gave them--
We gave them everything.
-We'll install arches
on the street-facing windows,
maybe some stained glass.
It'll be
our cathedral in the sky.
-Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.
-Oh!
Brass built-ins on the bar,
dark wallpaper.
I'm thinking colored lights.
Do we-- What do you
think of neon? Too much?
Because I feel like we could
have a great entrance foyer.
What do you think?
You got any thoughts, mister?
-I just have one question.
-What's that?
-When are we getting hitched?
-We gotta consecrate
the place first.
Make it all holy.
-Okay.
We can manage that.
-Yeah?
-[chuckles]
[loud bang on door]
What the hell was that?
-[laughs]
Sounds like an earthquake.
-How do you know
what an earthquake sounds like?
-It sounds cool as fuck,
you know that.
Whoa, hey!
You're-- You okay?
Rose: Yeah, I'm fine.
Jeffrey: You need, need
-I think I got it.
-You think you got it?
-Yup. Oh, shit.
-[Jeffrey laughs]
God, I'll help you up.
You want a hand? Let me help.
-Okay, give me a hand.
Oh, no!
Ron: Oh, my God.
Jeffrey:
I don't think you got it.
All right. Oh. Oh,
you're not very steady.
Way-- Okay.
Rose: I'm fine, fine.
I was just-- I was trying
to knock on your door
because I'm-- um,
I need to borrow some pliers
'cause my pilot light is broken.
-Uh-huh.
-But then I didn't know
how to stop.
-Uh-hmm.
-Oh, my God!
Jeffrey: Or stand.
-Yeah, no, no.
-[laughs]
Rose: Okay.
I, um
-Uh, I'm Jeff. This is Ron.
-Hi.
-Hey.
-Uh, I'm your neighbor
there, there.
I'm Rose from 4C.
Jeffrey: Ah.
Nice to meet you,
Rose from 4C.
-Yeah, you too. I gotta go.
-Okay. Okay.
-Bye!
-Bye!
-Woo-hoo!
-I like her. She's fun.
-I know you do.
-[laughs]
-Now where were we?
-We're consecrating
the apartment.
Jeffrey: Figuring out
where everything went.
All of a sudden,
the whole building
shook.
-Ah!
Jeffrey: And we were like,
"What the hell was that?"
[laughs]
We opened the door,
"Who is it?"
Legs akimbo,
roller skates still rolling,
she literally
rolled into our lives. [laughs]
Fred: So, uh, what's going on
with the three of you anyway?
Jeffrey: Well, we're together.
[soft song
playing on radio]
Fred: Oh.
Relationships are hard enough
with two people.
So, how does this work?
-Well, Jeff is bisexual.
I'm whatever.
And Ron
What are you, Ron?
-Yeah, Ron. What are you?
Ron: [exhales deeply]
The voice of reason, baby.
-Yeah, right. [chuckles]
Rose: So, Fred and I
have some news.
You know that beautiful
historic building off Racine?
Near Sherman Park?
-Go on. Out with it.
-Well, Fred's buying it.
Jeffrey: Oh.
-And he loves what you've done
with this building,
with your place here,
and so he's agreed to hire you
both to do the renovation.
-Ooh.
-[laughs]
Isn't that fabulous?
Jeffrey: What?
I don't know what to say.
Uh, thank you.
Fred: Don't thank me.
It's this one.
-You know, this perky gal's
got a few tricks
up her sleeve.
-This one?
-It's a quarter-mil gig
top to bottom,
not including your fee.
-Oh.
Rose: So? Yeah?
Jeffrey: You spoil me.
-What do you say?
-I say yes.
-We have a--
We have a deal?
Jeffrey: We have a deal!
-To partnership.
-To Rose.
-Thank you, baby.
Singer: ♪ Everybody's sayin' ♪
♪ that music is love ♪
♪ Everybody's sayin' ♪
♪ it's love ♪
♪ Put on your colors and run ♪
♪ come see ♪
♪ Everybody's sayin' ♪
♪ the music's for free ♪
-I don't know
what I'd do without you.
-I don't wanna know.
Singer: ♪ Everybody's saying ♪
♪ the music's for fun ♪
[indistinct chattering]
[melancholic music playing]
-Hi.
-Hi.
Have you seen Kenny and Kerry?
-Yeah.
They're already on the bus.
-Anybody know
if Bessie's coming?
-She called earlier.
Meeting us there.
-Huh. Great. Let's go!
[♪♪♪]
lawyer: As you know,
my client is
the owner of property
located on North Michigan Avenue
here in Chicago. A 17,550
-[music drowns out dialog]
[rock music playing on radio]
♪ Right here, right now ♪
♪ There is no other thing ♪
♪ I want ♪
woman [on radio]:
[indistinct] is forcing
many students to study in
man [on radio]:
near the solar eclipse.
You can't look directly at
it though, but you can get
newsman: Gacy's lawyers
are filing two final appeals
that the Illinois
Attorney General is confident
will be denied,
along with
the 20-some-odd appeals
that have previously
fallen short.
Sixteen years ago, a quaint
suburban Chicago street
became a scene straight
out of a horror film.
The bodies of 29 young men were
pulled from the crawl space
beneath John Wayne Gacy's home.
Since his conviction,
Gacy has spent
the past 14 years
at Joliet Prison in Illinois.
He is scheduled
to be put to death
tonight by lethal injection
just after midnight.
A local general contract
-[switches radio off]
[birds chirping in distance]
[door slams shut]
Deanna: Is that you, sweetie?
-Nope, just me. Your husband.
-Shoot.
[object clatters on table]
-Tried you before.
-[footsteps approaching]
Couple times.
Got a busy signal.
Deanna: Ugh.
Phone's been ringing all day.
Reporters. Took it off the hook.
[sighs]
-Yeah.
-How was work?
-Same old.
-Everything all right?
-Yeah, never been better.
-Is it him?
-No. It's not. Okay?
-Uh-hmm.
-Now how about
we cancel dinner tonight?
-It took weeks to get
that table.
-Yeah, I don't know.
I'm just not feeling fancy.
-You've been talking
about it all month.
-Why get all gussied up
when there's a perfectly
great hot dog stand
right down the street?
-[chuckles]
Because we go there
all the time.
Talk to me.
-Okay. Fuck it. Let's go.
Yeah.
-Okay.
-You're not gonna wear
that though, are you?
-Yes.
[sorrowful music playing]
[protesters shouting
indistinctly]
[man shouts indistinctly]
man 2: Kill the clown!
woman: No more execution!
man 3: Yes to death penalty!
-Die!
woman 2: Well, shame on you!
[reporters speaking
indistinctly]
man 4: Kill the clown!
Jeffrey: I can't believe
what you've done with the place.
Rose: You like it?
-It's very beach-y.
-Florida Chic. [chuckles]
-[laughs]
-I can't seem to keep
my palms alive though.
-[chuckles]
-And most of these
rattan pieces shipped
when I visited you and Ron.
[soft song
playing on radio]
-[Jeffrey chuckles]
-My God. I'm sorry.
We're gonna have to talk
about it at some point though,
I guess.
-Nothin' to talk about.
Ron and I are through.
Florida's over.
-I can change it all.
-Don't. Don't.
It's terrific.
I meant
what I said on the phone.
I'm ready to start a life,
make a fresh start together.
Even got to thinkin'
about law school.
-Really?
-Really.
-Everything's gonna be perfect.
-I can't wait.
[fire alarm beeping]
-Oh, shit. My soufflés!
-Oh!
-Oh, no.
-Fireman Jeff to the rescue!
Holy-- Okay.
Too much wine.
-Is this how it's gonna be?
-What do you mean?
[sighs] Is this about Ron?
-No, it's about you.
That's the thing.
It's always about you.
Fucking law school.
You must really think
I'm an idiot.
-It's been a long day.
I just need some time to
straighten things out.
Get back in the swing of things.
Come on now.
-So I'm a rebound?
-Oh, get serious.
-Come on. Can't you
just be honest for once?
-[Jeffrey scoffs]
Rose: Well, you--
Shit hits the fan with Ron,
and so you call me
to complain for weeks.
And then you think
you can just fly back here
and shack up with me
till you find your next trick?
-Okay.
Now you're being hysterical.
-Don't you dare say that to me.
-[sighs]
Can we forget about tonight?
Let's get a drink.
Broadway Limited's
just gettin' good. Let's go out.
-[scoffs]
I'm tired.
-Oh, come on.
-I have an early day.
You go.
Go out, swing,
do whatever you wanna do.
I don't care.
[door slams]
Marko: This is it?
Where is the witness room?
guard: Told to bring you here.
Be back when it's time.
-[melancholic music playing]
-[indistinct chattering]
[♪♪♪]
Bill: Well, I'll be damned.
-Hiya, Bill.
-[laughs] How you doing?
-[laughs] All right.
-Retirement seems to have
done you wonders.
-Yeah. Well, honestly,
I've never been busier.
-Yeah.
-I got my P.I. license.
Took up painting.
I mean, hell, my wife and I,
we even wrote a book together.
-You know, I heard about that.
-That's 'cause
I sent you a signed copy.
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
-Who're all these people?
Where're the families?
-Yes, it is good
to see you too, Tovar.
Uh, the D.O.C.
thought it would be best
if the families
were held elsewhere.
Limit the chance of any
"unwanted drama."
-You shittin' me?
-Hey, I didn't say
that I agreed with them.
If anybody deserves a front
row seat to this, it's them.
It was out of my hands.
Hey, listen, the families
are being well taken care of.
I can assure you of that.
We've done everything
we can for them.
It's been a long, hard road
to get to this evening.
And here we are.
-Here we are.
[indistinct chattering]
Bill: I'm gonna go
pay my respects to the A.G.
[footsteps approaching]
-When are they bringing us in?
-I don't know.
-It's supposed to
start in midnight, right?
-Yes.
-Government.
I don't know why
I'd expect them to be on time.
-Hmm.
-Your hair looks nice like that.
I like it.
-She went a little short.
-I like it.
-Well, it is what it is.
Hair grows back.
He would've just turned 31
couple of months ago.
-Same age we were
when he was born.
-My God, he might've
been married by now.
Might've had kids.
-You play that game, too?
-Uh-hmm.
I'm so alone.
-I'm sorry, Liz.
-Oh.
No, no, no, I don't--I,
I didn't mean it like that.
I, I wasn't saying it like that.
I, I-- This, this,
this is the right thing.
This is better, I know that.
I just meant I'm, I'm so alone,
I can't stop thinking
about him every day.
I don't have any distractions,
you know?
-I know.
I don't think
there were any distractions
that can change that.
I lied to you, Liz.
When you said that I blamed you
for what happened,
and I denied it.
I lied to you.
But I don't anymore.
-[laughs]
-Oh, God.
-Oh. [laughs]
I appreciate that.
-I'm so ashamed of myself.
-Don't be.
-When we go in there,
you know what's gonna happen
when we see it.
-Yeah?
-May I hold your hand?
-Yeah.
-Okay.
Okay. [sniffles]
John: Nice jacket! Need a lift?
-[chuckles]
Uh, no, I'm not going far.
It's Broadway Limited
for a drink.
-That's in Carmichael Village,
right?
Jeffrey: Yeah.
-Dumb luck.
I'm headin' down to
Washington Square Park.
I could drop you along the way.
Why don't you hop in?
-Come on. Don't be stupid.
It's colder than a witch's
itty-bitty titty out there.
-Okay. Thanks, man.
-Yeah, there you go.
-Woo.
[engine starts]
Woo. [sighs]
I'm Jeff, by the way.
-Hmm.
-What's your name, man?
-I'm Jack.
-[chuckles]
Nice to meet you, Jack.
-Nice to meet you, Jeff.
You're real tan there.
Where'd you get it?
In the salon or something?
-Nope.
I just moved back here
from Florida.
Fort Lauderdale.
-Love Florida.
-Oh, me too.
-I got a place there myself.
-Oh, nice.
-A condo. Penthouse actually.
Overlookin' a beach.
-Uh-hmm.
-Lots of little juicy peaches
down there,
if you know what I mean.
-I do.
-[laughs]
-Yeah.
I had a renovation business
there with my partner.
-What do you know?
I'm in the business myself.
-No.
-How long you there for?
-Long enough to forget
how cold it gets here.
-[laughs] [coughs]
-This is nice.
So, uh,
what's your story, Jack?
[chuckles]
You're out cruisin'
pretty late, huh?
You go down to Bughouse often?
-Seatbelt.
-Sure.
-Safety first.
-Right.
[indistinct song
playing on radio]
Singer:
♪ Starting soft and slow ♪
♪ Like a small earthquake ♪
♪ And when he lets go ♪
♪ Half the valley shakes ♪
♪ It's love, brother Love say ♪
♪ Brother Love's ♪
♪ Travelling Salvation Show ♪
♪ Part of the party ♪
John: Wanna drink?
-Oh, what happened?
-Guess you had
too much of that joint.
Fuckin' light in the loafers.
♪ Hallelujah ♪
♪ Brothers ♪
♪ Halle-hallelujah ♪
♪ I said brothers ♪
-Why'd you do that to me?
♪ Now you got yourself ♪
♪ two good hands ♪
♪ And when ♪
♪ your brother is troubled ♪
♪ You gotta reach out ♪
♪ your one hand for him ♪
♪ 'Cause that's what ♪
♪ it's there for ♪
♪ And when ♪
♪ your heart is troubled ♪
♪ You gotta reach out ♪
♪ your other hand ♪
♪ Reach it out ♪
♪ to the man up there ♪
John: I didn't do anything.
You did it to yourself.
♪ Halle-hallelujah ♪
[John opens drawer]
-I've got a gun
in my hand right now.
♪ In my heart I know ♪
John: I just as soon kill you
as fuckin' look at you.
♪ Halle, halle, halle ♪
♪ halle, halle, halle, halle ♪
♪ Love, Brother Love say ♪
♪ Brother Love's ♪
♪ Travelling Salvation Show ♪
John: Woah, don't leave yet.
-[Jeffrey grunts]
-We're gonna have some fun,
you and me.
♪ Love, Brother Love say ♪
♪ Brother Love's ♪
♪ Travelling Salvation Show ♪
Patti:
What's this gonna solve?
Rosemarie: What do you mean?
-What's this gonna change
watching him die?
-Everything.
-Nothing.
Mom, Johnny is gone.
Killing that,
it won't bring him back.
-You saw
how he smirked in court
when that judge read
Johnny's name.
-I did. Yeah.
Genie: He winked at us.
That last day as he left
the courtroom, he winked.
Patti: I know.
Dolores: But he needs to die,
you know.
-Why?
-[exhales sharply]
Because he does.
Because--
Well
justice.
Tim: An eye for an eye.
-Like barbarians.
-If you say so.
Punishment fits the crime.
Marko: The state owes us.
He owes us.
Kenneth: And honestly,
he's not suffering enough.
A needle in the arm?
That's how
we put our dogs to sleep.
It's, it's too easy.
Genie: You know, maybe if he
died 33 times or something,
maybe then it would be fair.
Dolores: [sighs]
He tortured
and murdered our sons.
Rosemarie: Your brother.
Kerry:
I get how you're feeling.
But knowing
he was alive out there,
even behind bars,
it's like there was a cloud
over everything.
Always a reminder.
Genie: Every time
I'd read about his paintings,
the fan letters,
the endless appeals, it just--
it just ripped me open
over and over again.
Marko:
Let me push the button.
man: Hmm.
Genie: Amen.
Patti: [exhales sharply]
All these years, I,
I was so sure that,
that this would
make me feel better.
Now that I'm here tonight,
I know that nothing will.
Maybe some wounds
aren't meant to heal.
[mournful music playing]
[horn honks]
-Fuck you! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck you!
[screams]
[dog barking in distance]
woman: Yeah. And I didn't know
where I was gonna park.
[indistinct chattering]
-[breathing heavily]
[coughs]
Officer Brinker: So you got
into this man's car willingly?
-Yeah.
It was freezing
and he offered me a ride.
He seemed nice enough,
you know?
-Can you describe the car?
-Uh, black.
Two spotlights either side.
Uh
license plate,
it had, um
[clears throat]
three letters and two numbers,
in that order.
It's not a standard issue.
It's more official.
Um
guy said his name was
James or Jack.
That was it.
-Mr. Rignall,
have you ever been arrested
or convicted of a crime?
-No. No. Of course.
No. Never.
-And were you on any other drugs
the night of the attack?
-Besides chloroform?
-The assailant offered
you money at any point?
-Wow. Is this guy
Barney fuckin' Fife or what?
I'm not a hustler, if that's
what you're getting at.
-We had a fight and he left
the condo to go for a walk,
clear his mind. That's all.
-You're acting like
I'm a criminal here.
You should be out looking
for the fuck right now.
-Hi.
-You came.
-Of course. Of course.
-[sobs]
[somber music playing]
-Okay. I'm gonna, um,
give you the number
for our front desk officer.
We'll stay in touch
on our end if, uh,
anything comes up.
[♪♪♪]
[Jeffrey cries]
-[retches]
[coughs]
[exhales sharply]
[flushes water]
[somber music playing]
Ron: What are you doing?
-Shh.
I think
I know how to find him.
-This whole idea is crazy.
Does he think this guy's
just gonna drive by?
What are the chances?
-Well, he needs this.
He needs
he needs do something.
-I hope it's not too weird
with me crashing on your couch.
-Oh, no.
Don't be silly.
Where else would you stay?
I'm sorry about Florida.
When I visited you guys,
you both seemed so happy.
What happened?
-You did.
I'm not, not blaming you.
Jeff's always dreamed
of settling down,
starting a family.
He wants kids.
That's not something
that I can give him.
We had a good run,
but it was time to face facts.
Life with me
was never gonna be real.
[melancholic music playing]
Moving to Florida was a mistake.
And that's why I told him
to come back here,
sort out his priorities.
Call you.
[♪♪♪]
Rose: Sometimes I feel like
when Jeff and I are together,
all he can think about is you.
He won't say it,
but I know it's true.
He loves you.
I love you.
We're a family, the three of us.
-[sniffles]
-Right now, we stick together.
[car engine revving]
[music playing on radio]
Ron: Sure it's the
Cumberland exit, not Canfield?
Jeffrey: [sighs]
Yeah, it's Cumberland.
Ron: Maybe we made a mistake.
Jeffrey: What?
Ron: You were drugged.
Your memory is not as reliable
as you think it is.
Let's just let the police
do their jobs.
-The last time I called them,
I could hear them
snickering in the background.
They don't give a shit about us.
We have to find this guy
on our own.
-Whatever, we're vigilantes now.
-Yeah, if that's what it takes.
Rose: I agree with Jeff.
-Right. Here we go.
It's just you two
against the world, right?
-Like What the fuck?
-Well I was raped too.
Singer:
♪ Night after night ♪
♪ Who treats you right? ♪
♪ Baby, it's the guitar man ♪
-A few years ago before you guys
moved into the building.
Creep climbed up my fire escape
and came in through the window.
I didn't realize what was
happening until it was--
it was too late. I mean,
I would've screamed, but he
had a knife against my throat.
-♪ Miles and miles away ♪
-He smelled like pine cones.
Felt like hours, but I think
it was just a few minutes.
And he pulled up his jeans
and all I could
think to do was smile,
pretend that I had enjoyed it.
I told him
he could take a shower
and I offered to make
him coffee.
And he actually
took me up on that.
And then he just left
right through the front door.
Cops never caught the guy.
I doubt they even looked.
[music continues on radio]
Singer:
♪ He can make you love ♪
-Jeff deserves justice.
We're gonna get this
asshole off the streets,
whatever it takes.
-♪ He will bring you down ♪
-So nobody goes through
what we went through.
-♪ Somethin' ♪
♪ keeps him movin'-- ♪
Lt. Kozenczak: Yeah,
a three-week tour of the Midwest
a couple years back
to promote the book.
Mom and pop shops,
small town, one stoplight.
And every single stop, I mean,
every single one
we would run across a guy
who would claim to have
an encounter with Gacy.
-How many of them were bullshit?
-No, I know. Most probably.
-All of them probably.
Everybody wants to be
part of the story,
as fucked as that is.
-Bill, I did some digging.
-Oh, Magnum P.I. over here.
-From, from 1971 to 1978,
there was an unusual number
of young men drowned
in Wisconsin, Michigan,
and Kentucky.
-Stop.
-Bill,
these are three states
that Gacy frequented.
-Just stop.
You see this?
You did this.
You both did this.
This is a victory for you more
than anybody else in this room.
This is what it looks like
when you do your job right.
You get rewarded with
the two most beautiful words
in the English language:
case closed.
-My ass.
I pulled eight boys from that
house who're still unidentified.
Still buried without names
because nobody wants them.
We let them down.
And if what
Koz is saying is true,
we let those boys down, too.
-Where does it end, hmm?
You're gonna believe
every rumor?
You're gonna chase down
every lead?
Where do they bring you?
Right back here to this room.
[indistinct chattering]
[door opens and closes]
[door alarm buzzes]
[door opens]
Lt. Kozenczak: Hey,
you're not gonna watch it?
Det. Tovar: When Gacy goes,
he takes everything
he knows with him.
-Oh, well, he could stay alive
till the end of days
and he's still not gonna
tell us anything.
-Maybe, maybe not.
-[indistinct computer voice]
[door alarm buzzes]
-Come on. Let's go get a drink.
We'll watch it on the news.
-[door shuts close]
-You should stay.
-[indistinct radio chatter]
Celebrate a job well done
like you did in your book.
-You read my book?
Bought my book?
-Checked it outta the library.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[door opens and closes]
[door alarm buzzes]
[ominous music playing]
[men chattering indistinctly]
[John laughing]
John: Let's go inside, boys.
Come on.
[car door opens and closes]
[indistinct loud music
playing inside the house]
John: Take grass. Yes.
[indistinct song lyrics]
John: Just pick it up.
Grass is grass is grass.
[chuckles]
No one's gonna prefer a juke.
[indistinct song lyrics]
John: You know, right?
man: Oh, oh.
John: Get it. Get it. Get it.
[indistinct chattering,
men laughing]
[indistinct radio chatter]
Jeffrey: John Gacy.
This is the guy.
-You know stealing mail's
a federal offense
and you can go to jail for that?
-You got his license plate
number, his name, his address.
Go arrest him.
-I can't.
Norwood Park
is outta our jurisdiction.
You can take it up
with Cook County.
-I live here.
I was abducted here.
-Hands are tied.
-What, because it's a butt fuck
between two faggots?
-Jeff, stop. That's enough.
-No, no.
I wanna hear him say it.
-Mr. Rignall,
you can calm down
or you can get the hell
outta here.
[officers indistinct
chattering]
Jeffrey: They're fuckin' pigs.
-I'm very sorry. He's,
he's been through a lot.
Hey, you need to get it
together.
-You need to get off of me.
Rose: Hi.
-Get off.
-Fred is buried in discovery.
I came as fast as I could.
What the hell happened?
-Jeff's trying to get arrested.
-What the fuck you've been
doing here anyway?
Shouldn't you be flying away
back to Florida right now?
Isn't that what you do
when the weather gets rough?
A real fucking snowbird, huh?
-Fuck you.
-Let's calm down, all right?
-[sighs]
-Jeff's just fragile
right now, huh?
Maybe it's not the worst idea
for you to find your own place
just for a little while.
Fred has a spare room. I can--
I can ask him tomorrow, okay?
-God. You really
get off on this, huh?
-What?
-When we're at our worst,
woo, here comes Rose
from 4C to the rescue.
-I'm trying to help you.
-Sure you're not trying
to mark your territory?
-You're the one who's been
talking about a future together.
-You're the one that wants
to be a perfect little wife
for a fucking fruitcake.
How pathetic is that?
-Stop it.
-You know what?
If it wasn't for you,
I would never left
the apartment that night.
-Fuck you.
-[scoffs] Not anymore.
-I'm done.
[clock ticking]
[dog howling in distance]
[clicks answering machine]
Amber [on answering machine]:
Mr. Amirante,
this is Amber Robinson
with CNN. I'm call
automated voice:
Message deleted.
Reggie [on machine]:
Hello, this is Reggie Lomax.
I'm calling for NBC News
automated voice:
Message deleted.
[clicks]
John [on machine]:
Hey, Sam. [chuckles]
You remember way back right
before Sammy, Jr. was born,
you rang me up about, uh,
turnin' a guest room
into a nursery.
And, uh, I was just--
I was thinking about that
the other day.
He had a changin' area.
Built-in table with drawers.
It could double as a toy chest
when he got older.
I know your wife
wanted somethin' blue,
but Sherwin-Williams had
this Sunbeam Yellow.
It was real nice.
Woulda brightened up
the space a bit.
Anyway,
I was just wonderin'
why you never went with me.
I don't know
who it was you went with
but you and me both know
that I woulda done it better.
Heck of a lot better.
Not, not that it matters
much now but
I was just curious, that's all.
Well, uh, my ride's here.
Gotta go.
[call disconnects]
automated voice:
Message deleted.
[door opens,
footsteps approach]
official: Time to go.
[all chattering]
-Should we bring our stuff
with us or leave them here?
-Bring them.
We're loading up the bus.
-We have to take the bus
to the execution site?
-Execution's over.
You're going home.
-What do you mean?
-He's dead.
-[woman gasps]
-Follow me to the bus.
Rosemarie: No.
We were told to wait in here
and then we were gonna be
brought out to watch.
-I don't know what to say.
-This is bullshit.
-We need to talk to the warden
or anyone in charge.
-They're all outside.
-No.
[mournful music playing]
-[softly] I'm sorry.
-What are we doing here?
What are we doing here?
[all sobbing]
[indistinct chattering]
[speaking indistinctly]
[somber music playing]
Bill [on TV]: There was
a minor technical issue
which led to a brief delay.
-[reporters clamoring]
reporter 1: Did Gacy suffer?
Bill: All told,
Mr. Gacy was alive
for about 18 extra minutes
than he was entitled to.
reporter 2: Some say that
the death penalty is a cruel
and unusual punishment.
Bill: There was nothing
cruel or unusual
about the way Gacy died.
Cruel and unusual is the way
those kids died.
He got a much easier death
than many of his victims.
In my opinion, he got an easier
death than he deserved.
[♪♪♪]
newscaster [on radio]:
Gacy's long-awaited execution
here in Joliet
is not expected to trigger
a wave of other
executions in Illinois.
Only four condemned inmates
have been on death row
longer than Gacy
and their cases are tangled
in a web of legal appeals.
One hundred fifty others
are waiting in line behind him.
female newscaster: Checking
other news this morning.
Illinois Senator
Carol Moseley Braun
wants $600 million to repair
and rehab local schools.
Peeling paint, broken fixtures,
and exposed wires
are problems
[switches radio off]
[somber music playing]
[♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪]
[inaudible]
[no audio]