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No, I'm serious.
Can't let them win.
- Okay. - Don't worry about it.
Why don't you go watch TV, okay?
- Yeah. - Just relax, go.
- I'll see you for dinner. - Okay.
Second down and nine play action.
Morgan gonna crank up and throw it deep.
Got a man streaking out there.
And it is intercepted at the 31 yard line.
Next time, Pat, knock before you come in.
Going for the end zone.
Touchdown Tulane!
Plus nine and turnover margin
a year ago, had 17 interceptions.
As we update you on the American conference scoreboard.
There he goes off to the races,
sprints down the sideline...
Um, you scared me.
Where is everyone?
They're here.
Where's Mom?
She's over there.
Dear Pastor Revingol,
I'm very sorry to add this additional burden to your work.
I left myself in the hands of God's justice and mercy,
but apparently he saw fit to ignore my prayers.
What I have done is for the best,
as far as the children's souls are concerned.
I know that many will look
at the additional years they could've lived,
but if they were no longer servants of God,
what would be gained?
I'm sure many will say
"How could anyone do such a horrible thing?"
My only answer is "it wasn't easy."
This was only done after much thought.
If we were just dealing with one issue alone,
we may have pulled through.
But considering everything, it was all just too much.
At least I'm certain that all of them are in heaven now.
I know that nothing I can say will make it right,
but I am assured of making peace with God
because of Christ's sacrifice.
Even for people like me.
Kind regards, John.
P.S. Mother is in the bedroom upstairs.
She was too heavy to move.
Steph, what are you doin'?
You're supposed to be resting.
I'm bored up there.
Steph, it's only been three days.
You're gonna be resting for six weeks.
If I don't lose my mind before then.
I got it, Dad, it's fine.
All right, um, do you want some eggs?
No, I'll have cereal.
Cereal, okay...
- I can get it. - No, it's all right.
You... yeah.
Um.
Spoon.
Thank you.
Shit, uh...
So you're bored, huh?
That's an understatement.
Yeah.
I know it's tough.
But, uh...
Remember what your mother used to say.
Everything happens for a reason.
Well I gotta go to work soon, but if you need anything...
I'll be okay.
Danny and Melissa are coming over later.
Oh.
Um, look, I gotta go to work.
Look, you have the eggs, all right?
Here, eat that. Alright?
I gotta go. I gotta go.
Ok.
Talk to you later.
Bye sweetie.
♪ In my heart ♪
Bob, breakfast ready!
America needs a tidal wave
of the old-time religion.
America needs to be taken down to God's bath house
and the hose turned on her,
and the time isn't far distant
when the wheels of God's judgment
are going to go sweeping through this old God-hating world.
I want to take a pledge
and this audience to join me in a pledge
that you will never rest until this old God-hating,
Christ-hating, whisky-soaked, Sabbath-breaking,
blaspheming, infidel, bootlegging old world
is bound to the cross of Jesus Christ
by the golden chains of love.
- Thanks, honey. - You're welcome.
Bless us, O Lord, as we give thanks
for these gifts from Thy bounty.
- Amen.
What the hell did you do all day?
Just watch TV?
I got so bored of that
I actually started watching the neighbors.
I never knew you were into voyeurism.
- Good to know. - Not like that.
If you watch people for long enough,
you realize their lives run like clockwork.
They leave the house the same time every morning,
mow the lawn every Saturday.
Such a routine existence.
Housebound for less than a week,
and you're already having an existential crisis.
Maybe I am.
Don't the neighbors ever do anything exciting?
I wouldn't say exciting.
Sometimes they do stuff that's kind of funny.
Like what?
Like poor Mrs. Corbits at number 11
looks like she's having a party every night.
Lights keep flashing on and off the whole time.
Then I realized what was going on.
They have one of those clap-on clap-off lights installed.
Oh yeah, "The Clapper."
I've seen that on TV.
Why would she be clapping constantly?
I wondered that, then my Dad told me she has Tourette's.
Wait, so you're telling that the lights go on and off
when you say fuck too?
No, Tourette's doesn't just cause cursing.
You get physical tics.
One of Mrs. Corbits' tics is that she slaps her leg,
so every time she does that, the lights go off,
so she has to clap to get them back on again.
- Guys, it's not funny. - Yes it is!
- It's a serious condition. - That's terrible!
Also it's creepy you're just watching her.
It's a little funny.
It's been 18 years.
No one can say that we haven't given this ample time.
Let's give back the task force to you and Wayne Harris.
Now Wayne is retired, it's time you closed this chapter too.
I can't justify any more manpower
on a case that's colder than Alaska.
So what do you suggest I do, sir?
Stop taking this case so personally, move on.
If you've seen what he did to that family,
what he done to those kids...
Listen, you got a lotta cases
in the "win" column over the years.
This is a rare one that got away from you.
You gotta accept that.
It's time to let it go.
He's got a point.
You took that case too personally.
Come on, Wayne.
We worked our asses off, and he still got away.
Motherfucker made a fool out of all of us.
Is that what really stings, Frank?
That your ego took a dent?
Well maybe it did.
Come on, you saw the crime scene.
A guy could do that to his own blood, running free?
I take it you're not gonna heed the Chief's advice.
No.
But now he's pulled the plug I gotta go it alone.
The first thing's the press.
Nationally syndicated magazines, newspapers.
Maybe I can get someone
interested in doing a follow-up story.
Nearly 20 years later?
Come on, Frank.
We don't even know if he's still in the country.
- He is. - How can you be so sure?
Everybody we spoke to about List
told us he was a cheerleader for the American dream.
Marriage, suburbia, church.
He lived for that shit.
And nobody has Christian family values like Uncle Sam.
Yeah?
Thank you.
Never realized the neighbors were so interesting.
Look over there, the garden of number 10.
What am I supposed to be looking at here?
There's a guy mowing his lawn.
Yeah, in a suit.
Who mows their lawn in a shirt and tie?
It's a little weird, I guess.
Do you know much about that guy?
Bob Clark?
We said hello from time to time.
Can't say I've spoken to him much.
I've had a few conversations with his wife, Dolores.
She seems nice.
I've never really noticed him before,
but last night, he was watching me from the upstairs window.
Really?
Yeah, it was kinda creepy.
You weren't lookin' through
the binoculars at the time, were you?
I might've been.
Oh Christ, Steph.
You really need to find something better
to do with your time.
Why don't you read a book or somethin'?
After the murders,
List cut himself out of every photograph in the house.
We discovered he'd lost his job
at the Jersey City Bank a few weeks before.
We're pretty sure he never shared
this information with his family.
He'd skim money from his mother's bank account
to avoid defaulting on the mortgage.
He emptied what was left on the day of the killings
and that's what he used to relocate.
Good evening.
In view of the difficult events
that we cover here on this show,
I'm delighted to start tonight with some positive news.
Rapist and murderer David James Roberts
is behind bars because of you, the viewers.
Our regulars will remember that we profiled Roberts
on the show last week,
and he's considered one of America's most wanted criminals.
Roberts murdered a man by the name of Bill Patrick,
his wife, and their child.
He also raped the mother and killed her six month old son.
- Yeah? - Frank?
Turn on channel five.
For two years...
What am I looking at?
It's a new TV show.
They profile fugitives on the run
and then ask viewers to call in with tips.
This shit actually works?
The host said some guy on the run for two years
was arrested after 75 callers identified him.
Well, all right.
Let me check it out, I'll give you a call back.
Okay.
He's been called the Green River Killer
ever since the first bodies, five of them,
were pulled from this river.
What are you doing in our house?
Um, Steph, this is Mr. Clark.
He's come over to apologize.
I startled her again.
I seem to be making a habit of that today.
Stephanie, I'm Bob.
Feel I owe you an explanation.
Mrs. Atherton next door goes to my church.
She mentioned on Sunday
that she had some vermin on her property,
so I offered to get rid of it for her.
With a gun?
Isn't that a little excessive?
So focused on trying to do a good deed for a neighbor,
and it just didn't occur to me.
But afterwards, when I saw you,
I realized how scary it may have been.
The last thing I wanna do is frighten a neighbor.
Goddamn rats!
Well, Bob, I really appreciate
you comin' over to address this.
I just hope that Stephanie will accept my apology.
Yeah, sure.
Bless your heart.
As it says in Ephesians 4:31,
"Be kind and compassionate, forgiving each other
"just as through Christ, God forgave you."
Anyway, I've taken up too much of your time already.
Thank you both for your hospitality.
Hopefully we'll be seeing more of each other in the future.
Yeah, well, um...
Thanks again Bob for comin' over to...
Yeah, address that, I'll see you out to the front door.
A Bible-basher with a gun!
God, I love this country.
Look.
What's this?
Some guy in New Jersey killed his family 18 years ago.
Light reading, huh, Steph?
This guy looks just like Bob Clark.
Oh, Steph.
Check out the eyes, it's him!
Look kinda similar, but I don't think it's the same guy.
You'll at least admit he's a total weirdo though, right?
Well, I felt we were two seconds away
from him selling us a watchtower,
but that hardly qualifies him
as somebody who would murder his own family!
Dad, that's him.
Steph, oh Steph!
Why can't you read somethin' else?
I've never seen the guy before.
How am I supposed to know if that's him?
Oh my God, you're taking pictures of him too?
Stalking much?
Well this isn't helping, Steph!
Looks like you took these from space.
Yeah, I couldn't exactly go up to him
and ask for a close-up, could I?
You gonna call the cops, Steph?
Not yet, I need some actual proof that it is him.
How do you plan to get that?
Not sure yet, but I'll think of something.
All right, well I gotta head to practice.
I'll see you tomorrow.
'Kay.
See ya.
Hey, can you hand me that pencil?
Sure.
Oh my God, that's good.
Ugh.
Oh, hey Mr. Hancock.
Hey Danny, how's it goin'?
Not bad.
You still workin' at the pizza parlor?
Yep.
How's the football going?
Pretty good actually.
We're third in the state at the minute, so...
Yeah.
You plannin' on makin' a livin' from that?
Well, I play for the love of it, to be honest with you.
But there's some big-league scouts
who come from time to time, so you never know!
Reassuring.
Thanks.
I wanna be left alone!
Can't they leave me alone?
I just wanna be left alone.
Can they leave me alone?
Why don't they just leave me alone?
You are gonna keep it together.
You hear me?
More bodies have been discovered nearby,
all those of young prostitutes...
Look Bob, what do you think?
New dress?
Yeah, isn't it beautiful?
How much did it cost?
I got it on sale for 30 bucks.
That's a little steep.
Is this for the church benefit?
Yeah.
It's a little figure-hugging.
Don't I have a nice figure?
But is it appropriate for the pastor
and congregation to see it?
I don't think it's inappropriate.
I think I look nice.
You know I love you, don't you?
Yes.
Do you love me?
Of course I do.
Then please respect my wishes.
Find a more modest dress for the benefit, okay?
Fine.
Thank you.
What was he doing?
I dunno, he was kinda freaking out.
He was pacing back and forth, agitated as hell.
Then he threw a magazine across the room.
That magazine?
I dunno, I couldn't really see it.
But he seemed pretty mad about it.
He must have seen it when I dropped it in the kitchen.
Gone and bought a copy.
We don't know anything for sure, you know?
I mean, think about it.
If we took this to the cops,
they'd say that the evidence was pretty thin.
I know that.
Oh, God.
What?
You got that look.
What look?
You know, that look you get when you're gonna ask me
to do something that I don't wanna do.
Every Sunday, Clark and his wife go to church.
Yeah.
They're out of the house for like three hours.
They leave at 8:30 and come back around midday.
Oh no, Steph.
I am not breaking into his house.
I didn't ask you to.
I didn't say anything.
Okay.
What do you want me to do?
Break into his house.
I knew it, I knew it!
You know breaking and entering is a felony, right?
I could go to jail.
You wouldn't have to actually break in.
His wife leaves the spare key under a plant pot
next to the front door.
Okay, so if...
If I do this...
What am I supposed to be looking for?
Any evidence that proves Clark is John List.
Oh, come on Steph.
You really think he's gonna keep incriminating shit
lying around all these years later?
No, but there might be an older photo.
If we had a picture with a clear resemblance,
it would help convince the cops.
Yeah, but...
How are we gonna explain how we got it?
I mean, surely the cops are gonna know
that I broke into his house.
What are they gonna care more about?
Busting you for stealing a photo
or catching some guy who murdered his whole family?
I can't believe I'm gonna do this.
I must be crazy.
Thanks for meeting me today, Miss Phillips.
I know you're very busy.
Please, call me Ellen.
Ellen.
The show you produce, it's intriguing.
Never seen anything quite like it before.
Well, I brought it to the network.
But it's really John Wesley's brainchild.
You heard what happened to his kid, right?
He was murdered, wasn't he?
That's right, his young son.
John noticed, when dealing with the media,
how quickly they could get information out there.
The TV coverage helped catch his son's killer.
If it's used in the right way,
the media can be a powerful weapon.
It can.
Of course, if I'm being honest, I've gotta admit
the media's motives are hardly noble.
Everyone who works in this business understands,
if it bleeds, it leads.
Why do you think people are so fascinated by murder?
Killers tantalize people.
Like traffic accidents or natural disasters.
The actions of a killer are horrible,
but the public just can't look away.
So, did you get a chance
to have a look over the details of the List case?
I did.
And will you consider featuring it on the show?
It's the kind of taboo crime
that intrigues and horrifies people.
But the problem is it took place so long ago.
You have one picture that's over 20 years old.
The guy probably looks very different now.
I'd have to question whether or not
we'd get the audience response we need
to make an identification.
But it's worth a shot, isn't it?
I don't think the network is going to want
to blot our copy book by featuring cases
which are unlikely to have a positive outcome.
So what are you saying?
I'm saying it's a "pass" for now.
But if you get any additional information
that could improve the chances of an identification,
then we'll certainly consider it for future broadcast.
It's time.
Thanks Leslie, all right, have a good night.
- Mr. Wesley? - Yes?
Detective Frank Clayton, sir.
Do you have a minute?
Yeah, how can I help you Detective?
I spoke to your producer Ellen Phillips.
I'm trying to get a case featured on the show.
Well, if you go through her channels,
she's gonna arrange that for you.
Oh no, she rejected it, sir.
Well I'm sorry to hear that.
We have a rather full plate right now.
We can't feature everybody,
but perhaps some time in the future.
Well you see, time is a factor here, sir.
Look, Detective, that's just the way it works here.
We have to go through the channels, you know?
I know what happened to your son.
Yeah, well, it's a matter of public record, unfortunately.
John List murdered both of his sons in cold blood.
Frederick, John Junior.
They were 13 and 15.
His daughter, too.
Tricia.
She was 16.
I've been working this case for nearly two decades now.
Our department shut me down
and I'm having to do it on my own time.
All because I am still haunted by that crime scene.
Three beautiful children snuffed out by a man
who's supposed to love and protect them.
They deserve justice, Mr. Wesley.
Come on, looks like you can use a drink.
It was July back in '81.
Aaron was our first and only son at the time.
My wife Deborah and I were living the American dream.
Had a great job in real estate, beautiful home.
Deborah always wanted to be a mother,
so when Aaron came along,
our lives were complete.
And one day we were in a department store, browsing.
Aaron was with us.
Laughing, running in and out
of the aisles like he always did.
Couldn't have turned our back on him for more than a minute,
he was gone.
Knowing that he was out there,
alone, frightened, without us...
I felt so helpless.
Two weeks later they found his body in a river.
Opportunist abduction, murder.
And our lives completely changed in a matter of minutes.
The day they found Aaron's body,
my heart broke into a million pieces.
Years later I'm still trying to put it back together.
I'm sorry.
I think what hurt even more was the fact
that the local police department's
response was so poor.
I mean, with all due respect to you, Detective,
they didn't know their head from their ass.
I can only imagine if they'd been a little bit more decisive
we could've found Aaron before that animal took his life.
Well, if it had come to my department,
it would've been a different story.
Yeah, I appreciate that.
But when the media got involved,
I realized that we could create this wide awareness.
It also restored my faith in human nature
at a very dark time.
We received over 40,000 letters from all over the country.
People wishing us well, sympathizing,
sharing their own stories.
And I knew that if I could get information out there
on a national scale and galvanize the public
into being directly involved with finding those criminals,
we could solve cases
that would generally never stand a chance.
This is why I came to you, Mr. Wesley.
I don't share a bloodline with the List children,
but in death, I've got to know them so well.
I talked to everybody about Frederick
and John Junior and Patricia.
I learned about all the things they loved.
Their dreams, aspirations.
If I'd have caught List, then there'd be closure.
But as long as he's still out there, this'll never be over.
Those children will never be at peace.
I know.
Took us years to find Aaron's murderer.
Closure is important.
It really is.
I've been chasing it for 18 years.
Look, Frank, I can't promise anything.
I'm usually a servant to the network
in these kind of things, but...
I'll do my best.
Try and get you on the show.
Thank you, John.
I appreciate that.
So what do you wanna do next?
I don't know.
Well, one thing's for sure,
I'm not sneaking around his house anymore.
It's too risky.
I know.
I'm so sorry.
I'll live.
Maybe I should just call the cops.
At least then that would shine a spotlight on him.
Maybe his ID's don't check out.
They'll discover who he really is.
And if we're wrong, they'll bust us
for wasting police time.
You don't still have doubts, do you?
I don't know.
We're gonna need more than just suspicion
before we call the cops.
I know, we've been through this.
Look, I'm gonna go home.
I'm pretty tired.
Okay.
You coming by tomorrow?
Sure.
Goddamn it!
Profanity isn't necessary, young man.
What the hell are you doin' in my car?
I think it's time we had a little chat.
You needed to break into my car to do that?
I guess this makes us even.
What do you mean?
The post man.
When I left, he was right there, on the model.
When I came back he was on the floor.
Unless this town experienced its first ever earthquake
while I was out, it's tough to see
how that could've happened.
I know that you and your girlfriend Stephanie
have taken quite an interest in me lately.
- No, no... - Please.
Let's level with each other.
I don't know why you've been snooping around.
Maybe I don't want to know.
But let me tell you one thing.
I value my privacy.
As I'm sure you value your own.
We all have a right to it.
I'll respect yours if you respect mine.
And here's the point to remember.
You may be watching me...
But I'm also watching you.
Hey Frank, sorry I'm late.
Damn production meeting ran over, as usual.
Not a problem.
So this is the guy I was telling you about.
Dave Brenton.
- Good to meet you. - You too.
So you're a sculptor?
Actually, autodidact forensic artist.
You'll have to forgive me, Dave.
I'm a little behind the times.
What exactly does your job entail?
Facial reconstructions of fugitives
based on outdated pictures.
Aging a sculpted bust
to show how they may look in the present day.
See Frank, here's the problem you have.
That photograph that we have of List is as old as hell.
Viewers need to see what he looks like today
in order to make a positive ID.
That's where Dave comes in.
He fabricates that age-progressed bust
so that our viewer gets a pretty good indication
of what List might look like today.
Massively improve your chance of a positive ID.
It sounds terrific, but we can't be certain
of what List looks like now,
so it's gonna be kinda speculative, isn't it?
I'll be based on a lot of research.
I'll create some various key questions.
Where does he live?
The city, the suburbs?
And what kind of clothes does he wear?
I think he would wear a pair of thick dark brown glasses.
Why do you think that?
I think he would wanna look more astute,
you know, more in control than he really was.
Well, it could be you've got the right handle on this guy.
The disappearance of the daughter,
the Amber Alert going out for her,
the discovery of her body in her father's home
and then the arrest of this man.
He was arrested after somebody had heard...
God, that's awful.
Bob...
What?
You hear that, on the TV?
A father killed his own daughter.
Isn't that awful?
Yeah, that's...
that's terrible.
What on earth could drive a man
to kill his own flesh and blood?
Maybe she disappointed him.
Hey.
You okay?
Not really.
I know you're having a tough time at the moment, and...
I've been workin' so much.
Haven't been here as much as I should've.
It's fine.
No, it's not.
Your mother, before she passed,
she made me promise that I'd always be there for you.
You have been.
But not enough.
I thought, we need the money, I'll do more shifts,
but if I was bein' honest with myself,
I just couldn't...
I couldn't just stay at home.
Alone with my thoughts.
It was a struggle.
I still think about your mother all the time.
I just can't...
Focus on the good times, I just...
I miss her too.
I'm gonna be here for you, Steph.
More.
I'm gonna be here for you more.
I promise.
This house is one of the best properties
on the market right now.
Perfect for a family.
Well, I find that most things start and end with a family.
One way or another.
Wow.
Quite the attention to detail there, Dave.
Great job, really intricate work.
Thank you.
Question is, how close is this to how List looks now?
Show tapes tomorrow.
We'll find out soon enough.
Well, it's your shot today, Frank.
I'm kinda nervous.
Don't worry about it.
There are only 15 million people gonna be watching.
Nothing to be nervous about.
You know how to put a mind at ease.
You'll be fine.
Just follow my lead.
The important thing to remember
is that maybe one of those 15 million people
know where John List is,
and we finally nail that son of a bitch.
Come on.
- Hello? - Hey, it's me.
You okay?
I was gonna ask you the same thing.
How come you didn't come over tonight?
- I had football practice. - It's Wednesday.
Isn't practice usually on Thursday?
Uh, they moved it.
Don't lie to me, Danny.
All right, you want me to say it?
I'm kinda freaked out.
I mean, that guy broke into my car and he threatened me.
It's okay to be scared.
I am too.
I just don't know what to do.
I mean, that prick said he was watching me.
He's watching both of us.
So what are we gonna do?
I don't know.
But I do know that being together
is better than being apart.
Makes sense.
Or to put it bluntly,
if you still care about me at all, then get over here.
I do still care about you.
I love you, Steph.
Nothing has changed on that front.
Then stick with me on this.
I will.
Hey, Steph.
Wanna watch some TV with your old man?
Danny and Melissa are coming over.
That's later.
Come and watch some TV with your old man!
It's good to get outta the bedroom for a while, no?
Yeah, I guess you're right.
What are you watching?
Nothing much.
Just waiting for this show to come on,
the one where they track down
America's most wanted criminals.
You ever seen it?
No.
It's pretty interesting.
I was gonna make a sandwich, you want one?
Yeah, sure.
All right, okay.
Yeah.
Good evening, I'm John Wesley.
Those of you who are regular viewers
know that we highlight mostly recent cases.
But tonight, we're turning back the clock 18 years
to November the ninth, 1971,
when a seemingly mild-manner accountant
and churchgoer, John List...
Dad!
What's wrong?
Look, they're talking about John List!
Remember I showed you that magazine?
The guy you think is living across the street?
It's not funny, Dad.
Look.
We hope that someone out there tonight
may know where he is.
We consulted a number of profilers over those years
and they speculate that List
may have obsessive compulsive disorder
and other associative disorders.
Control is very important to this man.
Control can be ever so subtle,
often hidden behind the pretense of help or advice,
suggestion, or even a joke.
Maybe there's someone out there tonight
who may recognize this key characteristic.
Interesting.
I know you mentioned that List
went to great pains to cover his tracks,
he removed himself from all family photographs
and wasn't particularly a social person.
So it's very difficult for you to obtain a photograph
for identification purposes.
That's right, we had one very, very old photograph to go on,
but now, thanks to the work
of the esteemed forensic artist Dave Brenton,
we have a bust of List's head,
which we have age progressed,
and should be able to give the viewers a...
Holy shit!
I told you Dad, I told you!
Oh, oh shit!
Oh... shit.
We need to call the cops.
Whoa, let's not get hasty here.
What else are we gonna do?
Uh, maybe I could go over to him
and talk to him, make sure it's really him.
Dad, are you crazy?
He's a mass murderer!
Okay, okay.
Let me call the cops.
Yeah, let them deal with it.
Okay, okay.
Dad?
Dad, the power's out.
Dad?
Shut up!
I just wanted to be left alone.
You just couldn't leave me be, could ya?
You just had to keep snoopin' around, didn't ya?
- Sorry. - Shut up!
I didn't want it to come to this.
I have no choice.
It's time to give you up to the Almighty!
Stephanie.
Stephanie!
Steph?
Jimmy, hello?
Maybe they went out.
Steph struggles to get around,
so why would she go out
if she knew that we were coming over?
Is he okay?
He's still breathing.
Um, go in there, call the cops.
I'm gonna make sure that Steph's all right.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Oh shit!
Go Mel, call the cops!
Go, go!
You okay, kid?
Yeah, are you?
Nothin' a few stitches
and a couple of painkillers won't take care of.
Steph!
Hey!
- Dad. - Hey!
Dad!
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...
You know, I've waited 18 years for this moment.
For the chance to be face to face with you.
To ask you...
how you could do it?
The truth is, no answer you can give
will help me sleep better at night.
But what will help is knowing
you're gonna spend the rest of your days
in an eight by nine cell.
And for every single one of those days,
you'll be looking over your shoulder in fear
of vigilante justice at any moment.
You'll finally know what it's like
to feel the terror your family felt as you murdered them.
And, after all of that...
You'll still have hell to look forward to.