Poison

The whole world

is dying of panicky fright.

Police!

Open up!

Police ma'am!

Hello?

Open up!

Come on, open up!

Hello?

Mrs. Olsen, are you there?

We'll have to force the door

if she refuses

or is unable to open up.

Nancy Olsen!

Come on, open up.

Oh, my God!

How awful!

Look!

It's him.

Catch him.

On 3 June 1985, at

approximately at 5:58 am,

Richard Beacon, a 7 year old,

Long Island boy,

shot and killed his father

in a heated family argument.

Felicia Beacon,

the boy's mother,

astonishingly claims

she then saw her son

take off in flight

from the patio balcony.

What really happened

the night of June 3?

Who was Richie Beacon

and where is he now?

POISON:

In 44 I was sent

Fontenal to prison

on several counts of theft.

- Name?

- Broom.

- First?

- John.

- Age?

- 31.

Date of birth?

October 29, 1913.

- Orphan?

- Yes

Where?

First in ...

Prison was not new to me.

I'd lived in them all my life.

In submitting to prison life,

embracing it,

I could reject the world

that had rejected me.

... their sexual behavior,

which includes

relationships with men,

Is that correctt?

What?

The State obliges us to enquire

whether or not you engaged in ...

the practice of err...

Have you practiced ...?

Yes

Whatever.

That word there ...

Is it written as two words?

HOMOSEXUAL:

We are gathered here today in the

shadow cast by the penal preserve of Baton

For the trusty and loyal inmates,

Harold von Roven and John Broom

who hereby pledge one and other

in the eyes of their comrades

and fellows in misery...

their loyalty and faith to

one and other's body and soul.

The ring on each man's finger

will prove to them

and to those in their company

that each is betrothed to the other

for life, and love

until death

separate them.

Place the rings on each finger,

pledge to truth and faith

above and beyond

God, the oppressor.

Ever since he was a child,

Thomas Graves had been

hungry for knowledge,

hungry to discover all of

the secrets of the universe.

Science,

man's sacred quest for truth,

was his first and only love.

Years of hard work and research

led him to the mysteries

of the sex drive.

And its potential for

the betterment of mankind.

At the age of 32

Dr. Thomas Graves was called upon

to present his theories

to experts in his field.

And thus, as I have demonstrated,

I have determined that once extracted,

the application of the hormonal

equivalent of the sexual instinct

to practical neurology,

will not only provoke

a dramatic reassessment

of geriatric research

but will end paralysis

as we know it today.

Thank you.

This is ridiculous!

I ask you, are we to take

this charade seriously?

I demand that this man be re-examined

on grounds of medical incompetence.

I agree!

That's it!

That's it!

Putrefactic condensation is sustained,

allowing molecular coagulation

by producing

biomagnetic gas.

I did it.

I did it!

Dr. Graves!

Yes, I'm Dr. Graves.

And I've just captured

the sex drive.

Why, that's marvellous!

It means that the molecular

coagulation theory holds true.

"Molecular Coagulation?

How do you know that?

Who are you?

- I'm Dr. Olsen.

- Who?

Dr. Olsen.

Nancy Olsen.

From Boston.

Dr. Strick recommended

me to you

I, I didn't expect a woman.

I didn't expect you to.

I've been following

your work for years, doctor.

Ever since evaluations of

molecular sustenstions of

hormonal conductivity appeared

in the Science Journal at M.I.T.

Your discovery of white cellular

clotting predominance in neurasthenia

completely changed my understanding

of conditional bioflavonoid

neuropathology.

I wrote my doctoral thesis on your

molecular coagulation theory

and now

I am hormonal specialist.

I've come with hopes

of assisting you.

- Well .. How do you do?

- Very well, doctor, thank you.

And now I really should leave

you to report your success.

Feel free to contact me

call me when you need me.

And congratulations, doctor.

You're making medical history.

The quiet residential community

of Glenville was stunned

to learn of the strange death

Fred Beacon.

It gave everybody the creeps.

All the neighbors were afraid

to come out of their door.

It was absolutely

the most dreadful thing ...

I have experienced

in my entire lifetime.

It was terrible.

Do you know?

I heard every shot.

I heard every

single shot.

You think you know people

but you really don't, know them...

and you live next door to them.

Until something like this happens.

Richie Beacon's disappearance

provoked one of the toughest

Missing Persons' investigations

in Long Island's history.

... It lasted at least a year.

His face is still

on milk cartons.

What did they find?

Nothing.

Felicia Beacon became the center

Glenville controversy

following her extraordinary account

of her son's disappearance.

I guess I just didn't ...

I definitely didn't

know what he was.

I mean ... I punished him, and his

father hit him, just like any kid.

But I definitely didn't realize.

Realize what?

That he was a gift from God.

By the time I was 16 years old,

I was notorious as a kid

with a terrific

knack for theft.

Foster homes would

no longer take me

and I was sent to the boys

reformatory at Baton.

There, in the counterfeit world

of men among men,

I foundmy true family.

At Baton I was astounded

by the discovery that

each man had a man

for his own.

And that the world of force

and manly beauty

loved in that way,

within itself

from link to link.

It was from then on,

when they merged in shadow

that each group

offered me a puzzle.

The stiff, silent males

possessed the violence of love

and my life's study,

would be to find it.

16 years had passed

when the maximum security

prison at Fontenal

brought me face to face

with my deliverance:

Jack Bolton

Age 28

175 pounds,

75 inches

formerly, a captive at Baton.

Come on, p*ssy.

You know what?

You make me wanna puke.

Want to suck it, b*tch?

You want to suck it,

you want to crawl for it ...

Yes you do ...

Is it Jack Bolton?

Cannon!

Here?

Since today.

John, a friend of mine, man.

Jack Bolton

Johnny Broom.

- Baton?

- Yes

I knew.

You swallow it by the mouthful,

Don't you, birdy?

Jissom by the jug, right??

You want it real bad,

don't you, punk?

Don't you, slug?

Who's a pretty boy?

Hey you!

Shine.

Annoying Mr. Ass?

Not me, chief.

That's a good boy,

that's a smart little fag.

Think fast, f*ggot.

You want it real bad, doncha?

Doncha?

You want me to shoot it up

your hole? Is that it, huh?

Go on, marry him.

You know you love him.

What? Me, marry him?

Richie was

a complicated boy.

On the one hand, very intelligent.

But at the same time ...

withdrawn.

It was really strange though

the amount of animosity

that he would induce

in the other children

out of nowhere.

Like, there was this kid called Brad.

He started hitting him

because of what he believed

Said was really a prince

and his dad was a king.

The weird thing was that Richie

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