Dear Mr. Gacy Page #7
all those boys under your house
and someone else must have done it?
I want to try to find
that one statement.
I mean, who do you think did it,
John, if it wasn't you?
Do you have any idea
how weak you are?
I could just tell you
to f*** off right now...
and you'd have no one.
I don't know, John.
Where would you be without me?
You know, if I was a bad guy,
I'd tell the police
what you do with your brother,
they would take him away
and you would go to jail.
Yeah, but you wouldn't
do that to me, right? Hmm?
I didn't say I would do it.
Just remember who I am.
I know who you are.
John, we're buddies, right?
That's right.
That's right.
So...
tell me, did you
have a smooth flight?
Yeah yeah, it was fine.
There was no problems.
And did you get that painting
that I sent you and the travel money?
I did. I did. Thank you for that, John.
I really appreciate it.
Of course.
I've got your back, pal.
Yeah.
So, John,
you said you had some things
to tell me when I got here.
You know, some things
you wanted to get off your chest.
Yeah.
Do for me and I'll do for you.
John, tell me about that kid
you admitted to killing.
Okay? The one that you picked up
at the bus stop and had sex with.
Oh.
I woke up and he was standing
over me with a knife.
He was gonna rob
and kill me.
I didn't have any choice.
Yeah, well, if it was self-defense, John,
why didn't you just call the police?
Well, the son of a b*tch,
he shouldn't have attacked me.
But he wasn't attacking you.
Right? I mean, wasn't he
just making your breakfast?
What the f*** are you
talking about?
You don't stand over a man
with a knife when he's sleeping.
So what happened
after you stabbed him?
Nothing happened.
Let me tell you something, Jason:
You can always tell
when a man is dead
because he shits all over himself.
The little cocksucker
stunk up the place
so I buried him
in the crawl space.
How did it feel to kill that kid?
Did you feel powerful?
Jason, Jason,
you have no idea
the power you feel.
- How'd I feel?
- Yeah.
I felt fine.
I slept fine.
I am fine, aren't I?
Thattaboy.
Let me tell you something.
Do you have any idea
how long it would take the guards
to get here if you screamed?
Maybe one or two minutes.
if I wanted to.
You know that, don't you?
Huh? You know that?
Yeah, John.
But I got other plans
in mind for you.
You see that table there? Look.
That's where I'm gonna do you.
And after I'm done, I'm gonna wrap
and I'm gonna squeeze
until it breaks.
John, John, John, why are you
talking to me like this, huh?
"John, John, why are
you talking to me like this, huh?"
You know something, Jason?
In person you are
really a disappointment.
Oh, you know what you are?
You're a little p*ssy boy, huh?
A little p*ssy boy.
A little
p*ssy boy.
Here you go.
- It's black. Where's the cream?
- Well, I forgot.
Check out monitor 3.
It's kissy time.
That's f***ing sick.
Leave the guy alone.
He's gonna die in a few days.
Least we can do is let the poor f***
get his rocks off one more time.
- Doesn't mean I have to watch.
- Then don't watch.
You b*tch.
You like getting f***ed, don't you?
Like when you're hustling and selling
your sweet little ass on the street?
Well, now you're gonna get
what you've been asking for.
What the f*** are you doing, John?
Shut the f*** up!
God!
All right, that's enough.
This is over!
Who the f*** are you
to tell me it's over?
I'm not who you think I am,
John, all right?
Guards, open this f***ing door!
You know how many little p*ssy boys
like you died for this cock?
Huh?
Get on your f***ing knees.
F*** you.
Now open your mouth.
Open your f***ing mouth.
- I said open your f***ing mouth!
- God.
You f***ing piece of sh*t.
It hurts to let the demon in, doesn't it?
- But you feel good.
- You mother... I'll f***ing kill you.
- Get off him, boy.
- I'll f***ing kill you.
- Let him go.
- You f***ing little c*nt.
Who's the clown now, John?
You f***ing piece of sh*t.
- You'll be there with me!
- F*** you.
I told you we're alike.
We're exactly alike!
Jason?
It's okay.
Oh, Jason.
This is Jason. Leave a message.
Jason, it's me.
Pick up.
What's wrong?
I don't understand.
They're gonna kill me in a couple of days.
Why are you abandoning me?
What is it?
What did I do?
Was it the little fight we had?
If it is, l... I'm sorry.
I'm... I'm really sorry.
John?
You little cocksucking jackoff.
Do you have any idea
who you are f***ing with?
I should have choked the life out of you
when I had your throat in my hands.
You know what I'm gonna do, Jason?
I'm gonna send your letters to the cops
and the FBI.
I'm even gonna send
a copy to your parents;
a sick perverted cocksucker you are.
You want to send
those letters to my family,
then the police, John?
Well, go ahead.
Because everybody up here knows that
I was just studying you for school.
You were an experiment, John.
I was playing you from the start
and you were too stupid
to figure it out.
What do you have to say now, John?
Tonight I'm standing outside
Illinois's Stateville Penitentiary
where John Wayne Gacy will be executed
for the 33 murders
he was convicted of 14 years ago.
Three drugs will be administered
in 30-second to one-minute intervals:
Sodium Pentothal,
an anesthetic;
pancuronium bromide
to paralyze the respiratory system;
and potassium chloride
to stop the heart.
If all goes as planned,
Gacy will be pronounced dead
within 10 to 15 minutes.
Jason?
Jason, come on.
- Jason?
- Just go away.
...from the scene.
And some of the families of Gacy's victims
are present for the execution.
One family issued a statement saying,
"Nothing will ever
bring our son back,
but after 16 years,
justice is finally being served."
Meanwhile, protesters...
We've just received confirmation
that John Wayne Gacy
succumbed to lethal injection
and was pronounced dead
at 12:
58 AM,nearly an hour after
Cheers from the crowd were heard
when his death was announced
while others continued
their protest in silence.
So I have read
your term paper.
And?
And it's very good.
Thank you.
So do you really think you were able
to get inside his mind?
Uh...
Well, listen, obviously you've been talking
because there is a lot of buzz
I know some of the other students
have been talking about your letters
and even some of the faculty are
aware of what you've been doing.
I was wondering,
would you be willing
to put on a small presentation
for the department?
Nothing too formal...
just talk to us about what you learned
and how you developed
this rather unusual methodology.
While this sociopath was
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