Gacy

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.