Marlon and Grissom in “Harvest”

Listen... I'm, uh... I'm sick. You know, I got this-this, this illness, which... look. I don't want to go back to prison. That's why I'm being so compliant. Now, yo, I don't work near no little kids. I stay a hundred yards from the school grounds. Man, I don't even go to the park.

It's not a disease. It's a compulsion.

I stay away from youth organizations, after-school programs, churches...

We found a pair of boy's underwear in your bedroom. Explain that.

I look at the photos. I look at the photos and I have the briefs for, um... release.

So you fantasize, and eventually, the fantasy's not enough and you relapse.

Hey, they're mine. I bought the underwear!

Well, if that's true, then you were in a store where little children were shopping with their mothers.

And what would you have me do, huh, man? What?! I mean, I even thought about chemical castration.

Medroxyprogesterone is inconclusive. It renders the subject incapable of erection, but it doesn't remove the drive. You would still be capable of sexual assault using other objects.

Listen... um, I haven't done anything, uh, illegal, so you can't hold me in here forever. Oh, is that killing look in your eyes a compulsion, Mr. Grissom?