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Throughout America in the early 20th century,
circus carnivals criss-crossed
the continental United States.
Carny barkers hawked and baited a curious public
to come and see the sideshow freaks.
There was everything from the fat lady
to the wild man of Borneo.
But of all the bizarre acts, the strangest was the geek.
The geek was a man so down on his luck,
he'd do anything for a drink.
But, to earn that shot of cheap whiskey,
he had to bite the head off a live chicken
and drink its blood in front of a stunned audience.
The geek.
An American phenomenon.
Geek. Geek.
Geek. Come on, geek.
Come on, geek. Hey, geek.
Geek, come on, geek.
Hey geek! Come on geek!
Geek, geek. Come on, geek.
Geek, come on, geek.
Ugh.
Luther.
Luther! Luther, you little turd.
I'm going to beat you bloody.
Luther is the story
of a different kind of geek.
Next case, state prisoner #879632.
Luther watts.
Gentlemen, I feel strongly about this particular case.
Based on my panel's interview at Dixon correctional
with the prisoner i must press for parole.
Why? Why in this case?
Because Luther watts is a model prisoner
and has been since incarceration twenty years ago.
His institutional adjustment has been remarkable,
given his childhood.
Jesus h. Christ.
What hogwash.
I feel Luther has more than paid his debt to society.
Debt?
Is that like taxes, Ms. Butler?
Very clever.
But we're talking about a man's life.
What about the three people he murdered?
Has he paid off his debt to them?
That really isn't the issue.
We are trying to rehabilitate prisoners.
Luther wants a second chance.
And the victims' families?
Has he paid off his debt to them, Ms. Butler?
That was twenty-five years ago.
Luther was just a teenage boy.
Bullshit.
He's a killer.
I know it, you know it.
We all know it.
Watts has been a model prisoner.
His institutional adjustment is remarkable.
In fact, in the background file from menard psychiatric,
it states
Jason, we've all read the reports.
Sorry-
seems to me, the question is
do we let this watts character back out into the real world?
Yes, I think we do.
You're really convinced of this?
Luther watts has earned the right to a second chance.
You know what the guards used to call old Luther?
The geek.
Because he liked to bite his victims on the neck
and watch them bleed to death.
Human beings have the capacity to change.
You will admit that much, Mr. Walsh?
Should have hung the bastard when they had the chance.
You're disgusting.
I don't know how you ever got appointed to this board.
' Up yours.
Bleeding heart bitch.
All right, Walsh.
There's no need for that kind of talk.
I vote for parole.
Against.
Against.
I vote, uh
for.
The board votes three to two in favor.
Parole granted.
You gonna pay for these?
Listen, buddy.
You'd better get out of the store.
We're going to call the cops.
Billy, call the police right now.
We're going to escort this gentleman out of the store.
Now, come on, buddy.
Do you mind if i get in front of you?
No, go on.
You're sure?
My mom's always forgetting something.
I'm the one who gets stuck.
Hey, moms aren't so bad.
I forgot the pop.
Watch my cart.
Moms are a real pain in the ass.
Car 101 from Sterling.
Cancel 10-10 at kroger supermarket.
Go 10-6.
What's going on?
10-10 in progress, kroger parking lot.
Handle 1039.
Coming through, people.
Move.
Back up, back up, come on, back up.
Oh no.
Whew.
Argh.
Oh.
No, no.
Oh, no.
"Hm?
No.
You don't want me.
Don't touch me.
Sure feels good to be home.
Mom?
I'm home.
Watch out.
That's nice.
Real homey.
I bet my mom forgot her keys.
She's always forgetting something since my dad died.
Hey, mom?
Is anybody home?
You know, it's been four months since I've seen her.
Come on, you're a big-time college girl.
Maybe she wants Jim to look at the corn.
He's the guy who works our farm.
I'm thirsty.
Would you like a pop or something?
Or something.
Maybe.
Hey, you like banana splits, right?
I'm on a diet.
Great.
God, now I've got to go take a shower.
Great.
I'll be right back.
Beth?
I'm in here.
Relax, relax.
Hey.
don't forget to wash behind your ears.
Don't stop, don't stop.
Damn.
Rob? What is going on?
Someone's stealing my bike.
Who's out there?
Where are my pants?
Rob.
Hey, that's my bike.
Damn.
Please.
Help.
Help me.
Mom.
What happened?
Who did this to you?
God.
Oh, thank you.
God.
Quick, quick.
Untie these.
Get these things off me.
Listen, it's okay.
Rob's here.
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