Assault and batteries

From a July 8, 2004, cassette recording secretly made by Eugene and Jenny Siler of Campbell County, Tennessee, when police from the County Sheriff's Office arrived at their home with a warrant to arrest Eugene Siler for probation violations. The officers—David Webber Jr., Samuel Franklin, William Carroll, Joshua Monday, and Shayne Green—were convicted last year of conspiring to violate Siler's civil rights and sentenced to prison terms of up to six years.

SAMUEL FRANKLIN: Let me tell you what we're gonna do. We're gonna put them handcuffs in front of ya. Cut you a little slack. But if you don't start cooperating, I'm gonna put the muthafuckers behind your back, take this slapjack, and start working that head over, you understand? Your damn dope-dealing days have been shut down. We're gonna know everybody that's supplying you. And if we don't walk out of here with every piece of dope you got and every dime you got, your fucking ass is not going to make it to the jail. And if you think we're joking, we're not. There's nobody knows we're fucking here. You're gonna sign a consent-to-search form, and you're gonna give us permission to be here, and you're gonna do it our way, 'cause we're tired of fucking with your ass.

EUGENE SILER: [Unintelligible]

[Slapping, striking, hitting sounds]

SILER: [Moans]

DAVID WEBBER JR.: This motherfucker right here, he loves seeing blood. He'll beat your ass and lick it off ya. Start talking right now about where your dope's hid at and where your money's at.

FRANKLIN: Make him sign that damn form. If he don't sign it, I'm gonna slap his fucking fingers.

SILER: Have somebody read what I'm signing first.

JOSHUA MONDAY: We ain't reading a fucking thang.

FRANKLIN: You've been informed we're here to search your damn premises and you're gonna let us. That's all it says.

[Slapping, striking, hitting sounds]

MONDAY: Look, you sign this son of a bitch or I'm gonna hit you again.

[Slapping, striking, hitting sounds]

SILER: [Moaning, crying] Oh, God.

FRANKLIN: It's gonna get worse. It's getting worse.

MONDAY: Sign it. Here's your damn pen.

SILER: If you'll let me—

FRANKLIN: No. You listen to me. If you don't sign, I'm gonna go right back there where your wife's at and I'm gonna put her ass in jail. I'm calling the Department of Human Services and I'm gonna take your fucking kid from you today.

SILER: Let me talk to Mr. Webber right here for a minute.

WEBBER: I ain't got nothing to talk to you about. Sign the damn form.

[Slapping, striking, hitting sounds]

SILER: [Moaning] Ow. Ow.

MONDAY: Sign it. I ain't gonna fucking spray you. I'm gonna slap the hell out of you 'til you damn bleed, so sign it.

SILER: [Moans repeatedly]

MONDAY: There ain't nothing wrong with you. Sign the damn thang.

[Slapping, striking, hitting sounds]

SILER: What have I done?

WEBBER: Selling dope. Making money.

SILER: What have I done?

WEBBER: Once you sign that form we'll start being nicer, but until you sign that form it's fixin' to get ugly, because them batteries right there, I'm fixin' to go and get some wires and hook 'em up to your fucking balls. So you best git signing.

SILER: I can't hardly see anyway.

WILLIAM CARROLL: Goddamn, it ain't hard to sign your name.

SHAYNE GREEN: Let's give him a haircut.

MONDAY: Eugene, look here. Look at me. Open your fucking eyes. You sign this son of a bitch right now.

WEBBER: Hang on. I'll go get the fucking wires.

MONDAY: We're getting ready to fucking juice your ass, so either fucking sign it or I get the juice.

WEBBER: Stand him up and I'll take his pants down.

[Slapping, striking, hitting sounds]

MONDAY: We'll just be here for an hour and a half beating the hell out of you. You'll eventually sign it.

WEBBER: Hey, Eugene, what loss do you think it's gonna be to us if you die, buddy?

SILER: [Moans repeatedly] Oh, Lord.

MONDAY: Now that's just the fucking beginning. I don't give a fuck. I don't give a fuck if you die.

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