DAHMER - Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story

Five white police officers

stand accused of beating a fellow officer in Milwaukee, Wisconsin,

a Black man on undercover assignment.

The officer was working undercover Monday night when his vehicle was stopped

on this street for a traffic violation.

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Excuse me.

Jeff.

Oh, hey.

I gotta say, that smell is worse than ever.

Is it?

Well, y'know, I had that meat that went bad

in that little freezer I got.

No, you said that last week,

and I saw you go out to the dumpster and throw out a whole bunch of bad meat,

so the smell should be gone by now.

Mm.

Oh.

I forgot. My, uh, my tropical fish died.

They get this disease. It's… it's called ich.

Ich?

Yeah, that's what they call it.

It's, uh…

Some kind of fungus.

It's something that has to do with the, uh,

pH level of the water.

Anyway, they all caught it and died, and…

I'll clean it out this weekend.

Can I buy you a drink?

Who?

Both of yous.

Oh, well, should we let this gentleman buy us both a drink?

That's awfully forward.

Two PBRs, please.

Oh. He's buying us PBR.

He must be a real player.

You bought me a drink before. You know that, right?

- Have I? - Yes, bitch.

There ain't a lot of white queens walking up in here with their blond hair.

In case you hadn't noticed.

You bought me a beer too.

Last time I was in here, just last week.

Didn't even make a move. Did he?

No, girl, he did not.

Well, then, uh,

one more for my other friend here.

How long you been drinking tonight, sweetheart?

A little while.

Well, thank you for the beer, uh…

Jeff.

Jeff, I'm Aaron. This is Don and Tracy.

So you gonna make a move on one of us, player?

Or you gonna walk off like last time?

No.

Tonight I'm a man of action.

What does that mean, if you're a fine arts photographer?

You make, like, portraits and shit?

Yeah.

It's, like, art photography. Artsy stuff.

So, nudes.

Well, sometimes.

Nothing weird, though.

You guys wanna pose for me, I could give you 50 bucks.

- Now? - Who?

Are you asking all of us?

Yeah. All you could do it.

Just artsy stuff, nothing weird.

I don't know, honey.

I'm not dropping my drawers for no $50.

What about you?

You got a great jawline.

Really good bone structure, I can tell.

I saw you out on the dance floor. The light was hitting it, I could tell.

All right.

Sure.

Bitch, you crazy.

Bitch, my landlord jacked up the rent.

So what the fuck? Don't see y'all offering me no $50.

All right. Well, maybe we'll stop by later.

Yeah, stop by.

It's, uh, 548 North 22nd Street.

It's a nice little bungalow.

Tell me your name again.

Tracy.

Where you parked?

Oh, I live just up the street.

What kind of work you do?

Whatever work I can get.

That's the problem. I don't really have a career.

It's like, this job, that job.

I thought you said you had a house.

No, I just said that. I didn't want them bothering us.

Here we are.

Home, sweet home.

Whoa.

What is that smell?

I really like pork chops.

My family sent me a bunch of meat.

But I forgot to plug that little freezer in.

And it all went bad.

Well, shit. Can I open a window?

No.

Those don't work, and, uh…

I don't like opening them up 'cause of the noise.

But I, uh… I have an air conditioner.

I can turn it on.

Just hold on a sec.

You like those photos?

Cheers.

What is that floatin' in there?

What?

No, that's probably just dish soap or something like that.

Drink it.

Uh…

Sorry, man. I think I'm gonna go.

No.

Don't leave.

Why does everybody always wanna leave me?

Leave you?

What you mean, leave you? I need some fresh air. It stinks in here.

Well, hey, I said I'd turn on the air conditioner.

Okay. Where is it?

In the bedroom.

Okay, well, go turn it on.

Well, I wanna show you around first.

Look at these guys.

Hmm.

Yeah. Look at that one.

Gotta have a little funeral for him.

See, they're fighting fish.

You're not supposed to put two of 'em in the same tank.

But… I like watching 'em fight.

- The fuck? - What?

What are you doing?

Nothing, it's for the photos.

- Stop! - Where you going?

Stop trying to leave.

- Let go! Help! - Stop.

Hey, stop yelling! Stop it!

Ah!

Stop!

You're gonna make me do things I don't wanna do.

Oh. Fuck!

Do what I say.

- Okay. - Or I'll fuckin' kill you.

Calm down.

All right? It's just for the photos. I was kidding.

- You're pointing a knife at me! - Calm down and I won't have to.

Why do you have to get all emotional?

Just calm down, go in there.

- Go on. - I'm not going in there!

Stop yelling!

I got neighbors.

Now, that's where the air conditioner is, okay?

You just… go in there.

- Please! - Okay. Okay, I'll go.

I'll go in there.

Sit down.

On the bed.

Now relax.

What are you gonna do?

Told you.

We're gonna hang out, gonna watch a movie.