"Neighbors heard them screaming at each other... like, for two hours." "Nothing new." "Then they heard the gun go off, both barrels." "Crime of passion." "Just look at all the passion on that wall." "Well, it's a done deal, all but the paperwork." "The kid see it?" " What?" " The kid." "What kind of fucking question is that?" "We are all going to be real glad... when we get rid of you, Somerset." "It's always these questions with you." ""Did the kid see it?" Who gives a fuck?" "He's dead." "His wife killed him." "Anything else, it has nothing to do with us." "Detective Somerset?" "I'm Detective Mills." "Lieutenant, I apologize for interrupting." "I get in town 20 minutes ago, they dump me here." "Look, Mills?" "I thought we might find a bar someplace." "I'd like to get to the precinct, if it's all the same." "Not much time for this transition thing." "I meant to ask you something... when we spoke on the phone before." " Why here?" " l don't follow." "Well, all this effort to get transferred." "It's the first question that popped into my head." "I guess the same reasons as you had... before you decided to quit, yeah?" "You just met me." "Maybe I'm not understanding the question." "It's very simple." "You actually fought to get reassigned here." "I've just never seen it done that way before." "I thought I could do some good." "It would be greatfor me if we didn't start out... kicking each other in the balls." "But you're calling the shots, Lieutenant." "Yes. I want you to look, and I want you to listen." "I wasn't guarding the Taco Bell." "I've worked Homicide five years." " Not here." " l understand that." "Over the next seven days, Detective... you'll do me the favor of remembering that." "Say it again." "I thought we moved here to get away from tractor pulls." "Serpico's got to go." "You might want to get rid of this little crusty eye, Serpico." " Did you get it?" " Got it." "Good." "Coffee?" "No?" "Nothing's been touched." "Everything's like I found it." "What time was death established?" "Like I said, I didn't touch anything... but he's got his face in a plate of spaghetti... for about forty-five minutes now." "No one bothers with vital signs?" "Did I stutter?" "This guy ain't breathing... unless he started breathing spaghetti sauce." "So that's how it's done around here?" "I beg your pardon, Detective... this guy's sitting in a pile of his own piss and shit." "If he wasn't dead, he would have stood up by now." "Thank you, Officer." "Thank you." "I wonder..." "What exactly was the point... of the conversation you were about to get into?" "Don't know." "How many times has Barney Fife... found dead bodies that weren't dead?" "Drop it." "Somebody phone Guinness." "I think we've got a record here." ""Better Homes and Gardens."" "Who said this was murder?" "No one." "His heart has got to be the size of a canned ham." "If this isn't a coronary..." "Well, I don't know." "How about that?" "We had this case once... guy dead on the ground, knife in his back." "Got to be murder, right?" "Fuck." "Anyway, big insurance policy involved, yeah?" "The guy took the tip of the blade... stuck it in his own shoulder blades." "Must've screwed up a few times." "There was multiples." "Could you please be quiet?" "Wait a minute." "What?" "Got a bucket here." "What's in it?" "Oh, God!" "Fucking vomit." "Any blood in it?" "I didn't see any." "Help yourself." "Are you thinking it's poison?" "Oh, wonderful." "Very moody." "Are you thinking it's poison, Somerset?" "You girls have got Forensics waiting outside." "I don't know if we'll all fit, though." "There's room." "Light's the problem." "Hi." "Detective Mills, would you go help the officers... question the neighbors?" "What?" "Send in Forensics on your way out, please." "He's dead." "Thank you, Doctor." "You've seen my files, right?" "You've seen what I've done." "Well, I did my time walking the beat." "I did that shit for a long time." "And?" "My badge says Detective, the same as yours." "Look, I made a decision." "I had to consider the integrity of the scene." "Couldn't worry whether you thought... you were getting enough time on the playing field." "Hey, man... just don't jerk me off." "That's all I ask." "Don't jerk me off." "He's been dead a long time... and I can tell you it was not a poison." "Oh, man." "How does someone let themselves go like that?" "It took four orderlies just to get him on the table." "But how'd the fat fuck ever fit out his front door?" "Please." "It's obvious he was a shut-in." "Look at this." "See how big this stomach is?" "And the strange thing is stretches." "Look at the size of the cardiac orifice... where the food... I see, but that means nothing to me." "He's got lines of distention across the duodenum... and the interior wall is ripped open." "This man ate till he burst?" "He didn't really burst, not all the way... but he was hemorrhaging internally." "There was a hematoma in the rectus." "So he did die by eating." "Yes and no." "What about these bruises up here?" "I haven't figured that out yet." "Gun pressed against his head?" "Pressed hard enough, sure." "Fuck, yeah." "Marks from the front side flush with the muzzle." "Ladies and gentlemen, we have ourselves a homicide." "Killer put a bucket beneath him, kept on serving." "Took his time, too." "Coroner said this could've gone on more than twelve hours." "Victim's throat was swollen, probably from the effort... and there was definitely a point when he passed out." "The killer kicked him, and he burst." "Sadistic fucker, huh?" "When you want somebody dead, you drive by and shoot them." "You don't risk the time it takes to do this... unless the act itself has meaning." "Come on." "Somebody had a problem with the fat boy... and decided to torture him." "Simple as that." "In the grocery bags, we found two receipts." "That means the killer stopped in the middle... and made a second trip to the supermarket." "So?" "Hey, man, it's his thing." "I've been out in the rain all day." "This is beginning." "We've got one dead guy, not three." "No motive." "Don't even start your big brain cooking on this." "Please." "I'd like to be reassigned." "What?" "What in the hell are you talking about?" "This can't be my last duty." "It's just going to go on and on." "You're retiring." "Six more days and you're all the way gone." "Won't be the first time you've left unfinished business." "Those cases were taken as close to conclusion as possible... and if I may speak freely..." "We're all friends here." "This should not be his first assignment." "Come on!" "I knew it." "This is not my first assignment, dick." "It's too soon for him." "I'm here." "You can say that shit to my face." "It's too soon." "Captain, if we can just talk in private." "This isn't working." "It's a personal thing." "Shut up, Mills." "Look. I don't have anyone else to put on this." "This is Metro." "You don't get to swap." " Give it to me." " Say what?" "He doesn't want it, fuck him." "Sorry." "See you later." "Have a nice time." "Give it to me." "No. I'm putting you on something else." "Go on, Mills." "Just go on." "I'm sorry, old buddy... but it looks like you're stuck cleaning up the fat man." "All right." "Here we go." "Quiet down." "Calm down." "Calm down." "Quiet down!" "Now, here's how it's going to be... I'll answer questions for ten minutes only." "If those questions do not come... in a calm, sane, and orderly fashion... I'm on my way out." "Detective?" "Can I have a moment of your time?" "I will not discuss the details of this ongoing investigation... so don't bother asking." "There he is." "That's the guy." "It looks like we won't be eating dinner." "Who is this kid, anyway?" "Hotshot." "What have you guys gotfor me?" "Nothing yet, boss." "Why don't you guys go get a coffee?" "We have this breaking story for you." "We're going live downtown where defense attorney Eli Gould... was found murdered this morning." "District Attorney Martin Talbot is taking questions." "Conflict of interest between your office..." "That is ridiculous to the point of being offensive." "There is no conflict whatsoever... and any claim there could be is irresponsible." "is it true you're far from apprehending a suspect?" "I've come from a meeting of law enforcement officials... and they've assured me their very best men are on this." "This will be the very definition of swift justice." "Pardon me, George." "Come in." "Have you heard the news?" "Haven't heard." "Eli Gould was found murdered this morning." "Someone broke into his law firm and bled him to death... wrote the word "Greed" on the floor." " Greed?" " ln blood." "Mills is heading up the investigation." "Excuse me." "Could you not do that, please?" "Well, goodfor him." "What in the hell are you going to do with yourself... out there, Somerset?" "I'll work, maybe on a farm, fix my house." "Don't you feel that feeling?" "You're not going to be a cop anymore." "That's the whole idea." "I don't think you're leaving." "Hell, you can't leave all this." "A guy's out walking his dog, gets attacked." "His watch is taken, his wallet." "While he's lying there on the sidewalk helpless... his attacker stabs him in both eyes." "This happened last night about four blocks from here." "I read about it." "I don't understand this place any longer." "It's the way it's always been." "Maybe you're right." "You do this work, you were made for it... and I don't think you can deny that." "Maybe I'm wrong." "The coroner sent this down for you." "Found them in the fat boy's stomach mixed with the food." "Looks like plastic." "Set them on the desk, please." "They were fed to him." "Oh, Lord." "This was found on the wall behind the refrigerator... at the obesity murder scene." ""Long is the way and hard..." ""that out of Hell leads up to light."" "It's from Milton." ""Paradise Lost."" "All right. I'm confused." "It means that this is beginning." "This was found behind the same refrigerator... written in grease." "There are seven deadly sins, Captain." "Gluttony... greed... sloth, wrath, pride, lust... and envy." "Seven." "Hold on." "This is not even my desk." "You can expect five more of these." "Now wait a minute." "I can't get involved in this." "He wanted it." "Damn." "I'm all over it." "Where you headed?" "Far away from here." "Thanks, George." "How you doing?" "I've got a few things to look up." "Sit where you'd like." "How's everybody?" "Hi there, Smiley." "Come on, George." "Your cards are getting cold." "Duty calls." "Gentlemen, gentlemen." "I'll never understand." "All these books... a world of knowledge at yourfingertips." "What do you do?" "Play poker all night." "We got culture!" "We got culture coming out our ass." "All right!" "How's this for culture?" "Smiley, you really going to miss us." "I just might." "Fucking Dante." "Goddamned poetry-rhyming faggot piece of shit!" "Fucker!" "Good work, Officer." "Thank you, Lord." "Sorry." "Be out of your way in a second." "You want your chair?" "No." "You go right ahead." "Phone." "It's a package deal." "It comes with the office." "Are you OK?" "is something wrong?" "You dingleberry." "I told you not to call me at work." "Yeah." "Why?" "Why?" " lt's my wife." " Sorry?" "She'd like to speak to you." "This is Detective Somerset." "Well, it's nice to talk to you, too." "I appreciate the offer, but..." "Well, in that case, I'd be delighted." "Yes, thank you very much." "Hon, what..." " Well?" " Sorry?" "I've been invited to a late supper at your apartment." " l accepted." " How's that?" "Tonight." "Hello, men." " Hi, loser." " Hi, idiot." "This is Tracy." "Tracy, Somerset." "Happy to meet you." "I've heard a lot about you." "Except, of course, your first name." "It's William." "It's a good name, William." "William, I'd like you to meet David." "David, this is William." "I'll be right back." "How are the kids?" "Good." "They're in their room." "Come on in." "Oh, good dogs!" "How are you?" " Smells good." " What?" "The..." "Yeah. I mean, thank you." "Please, have a seat." "Would you like something to drink?" "No,thanks. I'll wait." "Just throw that anywhere." "Excuse all this mess." "We're still unpacking." "I understand you two were high-school sweethearts." "Pretty hokey, huh?" "You know something?" "I knew on ourfirst date I was going to marry him." "Really?" "He was the funniest guy I'd ever met." "Really?" "Well, it's kind of rare nowadays, you know... that level of commitment." "Don't worry." "I won't wear it to the dinner table." "I..." "No matter how often I see guns... I can't get used to them." "Same here." "Why aren't you married, William?" "Trace." "What the hell?" "I was close once." "Just didn't happen." "It surprises me." "It really does." "Anyone who spends a significant amount of time with me... finds me disagreeable." "Ask your husband." "Very, very true." "So how long have you lived here?" "Too long." "How are you liking it?" "You know, takes time to settle in." "It'll be good." "You get numb after a while." "There are things to any city..." "The subway." "It'll go away in a minute." "It's nothing." "That real-estate guy." "Fucking piece of..." "Sorry, hon." "Shows us the place a few times." "I think it's good." "Trace likes it." "Then I start wondering why he only brings us here... five minutes at a time." "We found out the first night." "The soothing, relaxing, vibrating home, huh?" "I'm sorry." "All right, laugh it up." "I don't know what you're laughing at." "All right already." "The guy had to get into the building... before the office was closed and security tightened." "Gould would have been working late." "I'm certain." "Biggest defense lawyer in town." "lnfamous, really." "The body was found Tuesday morning." "The office was closed Monday." "The guy could have gotten in on Friday... laid low till the cleaning crew left... and had his way all day Saturday, Sunday, maybe Monday." "Look at this." "Gould was bound, his right arm free." "He was handed a butcher's knife." "Check out the scale." "A pound of flesh?" ""One pound of flesh, no more, no less." ""No cartilage, no bone, but only flesh."" ""Merchant of Venice."" "Didn't see it." ""His task done, then he would go free."" "That chair was soaked with sweat." "Of course." "The killer would have wanted Gould to take his time... to sit and decide which cut to make first." "Imagine it - there's a gun in yourface." "Which part of your body is expendable?" "How about the love handle?" "Cut along the side of his own stomach." "Let's take a fresh look at these." "Even though the corpse is there, look through it." "Edit out the initial shock." "The trick is to find one item, one detail... and focus on it until it's an exhausted possibility." "I'm going to get another beer." "Beer?" "Wine, please." "He's preaching." "He's punishing." "The sins were used in medieval sermons." "There were seven cardinal virtues... and seven deadly sins used as teaching tools." "Like in "The Parson's Tale," and what's his..." "Dante." " You read them." " Parts." "Remember in "Purgatory," Dante and his buddy... they're climbing up the hill, checking out the sinners?" "Yeah." "The Seven Terraces of Purgation." "Right, but pride comes first, not gluttony." "Let's consider that the books were the inspiration." "The sermons were about atonementfor sin." "These murders are like forced attrition." " Forced what?" " Attrition." "When you regret your sins but not because you love God." "Because someone's sticking a fucking gun in yourface." "No fingerprints." "Totally unrelated victims." "And no witnesses of any kind." "Which I don't get because the fucker had to get back out." "In any major city, minding your own business is a science." "First thing they teach women in rape prevention... is never cry for help." "Always yell "Fire." Nobody answers "Help."" "Holler "Fire," they come running." "That's fucked up." "Must have left another puzzle piece." "Know what?" "Thank you for talking this out... but I got to sleep, walk the dogs." "This is to satisfy my curiosity." "I'm still leaving at the end of the week." "Shit." "Wait." "Gould's wife was out of town... except this means she saw something." "What if it's a threat?" "I put her in a safe house." "She wasn't happy about it." "What if it isn't something she has seen... but something she's supposed to see... but hasn't been given a chance?" " What?" " l don't know." "But that's the one thing." "Sign us in." "We've got to see Mrs. Gould." "We want you to have a phone line, but..." "Mrs. Gould?" "Mrs. Gould, I am sorry." "I truly am." "I don't understand." "I need you to look at each photo very carefully." "See if there's anything strange or out of place... anything at all." " l don't see anything." " You sure?" "Please, I can't do this right now!" "It's got to be now." "There may be something we haven't seen." " Wait." " What?" "Here." "This painting is upside down." "You sure your men didn't move this?" "No." "Those shots were taken before Forensics." "Nothing." "There's got to be something." "Moved the screws to rehang it." "What the fuck is that?" "Switchblade." "God damn it!" "Must be something." "He didn't paint the fucking thing." "Now he's fucking with us." "That's what he's doing." "See this?" "This is us." "Just wait a minute." "Now Somerset's climbing on the furniture." "Just wait a minute." "You're kidding me." "Call the print lab." "Oh, man." "Honestly, have you ever seen anything like this?" "I can tell you just by looking at the swirl pattern... they're not the victim's fingerprints." "I don't know, man." "I'd say he's whacked enough." "Doesn't fit." "He doesn't want us to help him stop." "Who knows?" "Freaks doing evil deeds they don't want to do." ""Voices made me do it." "My dog made me do it." ""Jodie Foster told me to do it."" "I've seen this take three days to make a match... so maybe you want to cross yourfingers somewhere else." "You meant what you said to Mrs. Gould... about catching this guy?" "I wish I still thought the way you do." "Why don't you tell me... what the hell it is you think we're doing?" "Picking up the pieces." "We're collecting all the evidence... taking all the pictures and samples... writing everything down... noting the time things happen." "That's all?" "That's all." "Putting everything into neat little piles... and filing it away on the off chance... it will ever be needed in the courtroom." "Picking up diamonds on a deserted island... saving them in case we get rescued." "Bullshit." "Even the most promising clues usually only lead to others." "So many corpses roll away unrevenged." "Don't tell me you didn't get that rush tonight." "I saw you." "We're getting somewhere." "Wake up, Glimmer Twins." "You've got a winner." "This guy goes by the name of Victor." "His real name is Theodore Allen." "His prints were found by Homicide." "He's got a long history of serious mental illness." "His parents gave him a strict Southern Baptist upbringing... but somewhere they fell short." "Victor dabbled in drugs, armed robbery, assault... spent time in prison here for attempted rape of a minor... but his lawyer saw to it that didn't last long." "His lawyer is Eli Gould, the Greed murder victim." "We're going to finish this today." "Victor's been out of circulation... but there's still a residence in his name." "You're not buying all this, are you?" " Doesn't seem like our guy." " You tell me." "Our killer seems to have more purpose." "You ever take a bullet?" "Never in my thirty-four years, knock wood." "I've only taken my gun out three times... with the intention of using it." "Never pulled the trigger." "Not once." "You?" "Yeah, but..." "No, I never took a bullet... but I pulled my gun once, shot it once." "Really?" "It was my first one of these." "Secondary unit." "I was shaky going in." "I was a rookie." "We bust open the door looking for this junkie... and the fucker opened fire." "One cop got hit in the arm." "Christ, what was his name?" "Spun him like a top." "I mean, more like slow motion." "I remember riding in that ambulance." "Well, he died right there." "Right there." "Christ, what was his fucking name?" "SWAT goes before dicks." "Here." "They love this." "Police!" "Clear!" "Good morning, sweetheart." "Get up now, motherfucker." "Now!" "Get up, you sack of shit." "Fuck me." "Dicks!" "You want to come take a look at this!" "Dicks!" "Jesus." "Victor?" "That's just Victor." " Call an ambulance." " A hearse, more like it." "Get your people out of here." "No one touches anything!" "Some kind of freaking wax sculpture or something." ""Sloth."" "Oh, man." "God damn." "This picture was dated three days ago." "This must be the first one." "Look." "It's dated exactly one year ago today." "I got a hair sample, a stool sample, piss." "I got fingernails." "He's laughing at us." "You got what you deserved." "He's alive!" "He's alive!" "That cocksucker's alive!" "Calm down!" "Emergency on that ambulance!" "He's playing games." "No shit." "We have to divorce ourselves from emotion." "We have to remain focused on the details." "Man, I feed off my emotions." " Are you listening?" " hear you." "Excuse me." "Closed crime scene." "Get the fuck out." "I got a right." "Get out of here, piece of shit!" "I got your picture, man." "Detective Mills." "M-i-l-l-s!" "Fuck off!" " l'm surprised you can spell." " Fuck you!" "How do they get here so fucking quick?" "They pay police for the information and pay well." "Hey, man, I'm sorry." "Well, he pissed me off." "It's impressive to see a man feeding off his emotions." "A year of immobility seems about right... judging by the deterioration of the spine muscles." "Blood tests show many drugs in his system... even an antibiotic to keep bedsores from infecting." "Has he tried to speak or communicate in any way?" "Even if his brain were not mush... he chewed off his own tongue long ago." "Doctor... is there absolutely no chance he might survive?" "Detective, he'd die of shock right now... if you shined a flashlight in his eyes." "He's experienced about as much pain and suffering... as anyone I've encountered, give or take... and he still has Hell to look forward to." "Good night." "Hello, William?" "It's Tracy." "is everything all right?" "Yes, everything's fine." "Where's David?" "He's in the other room in the shower." "I'm sorry to call you like this." "It's all right." "What can I do for you?" "I... I need someone to talk to." "Do you think you could meet me... somewhere maybe tomorrow morning?" "I don't understand." "I feel stupid calling... but you're the only person that I know here." "There's no one else." "If you can, just give me a call." "I have to go now." "Good night." "Good night." "It can be a hard place." "I don't know why I asked you to come." "Why don't you talk to him about it?" "Tell him how you feel." "I can't be a burden... especially now." "I'll get used to things." "I think I just wanted to talk to someone who's lived here... for a long time." "I mean, upstate... it's a completely different environment." "Really." "Did David tell you that I teach fifth grade?" "Well, I did." "He mentioned it." "I'm going around, looking at schools... but the conditions here are horrible." "What about private schools?" "I don't know." "Why don't you tell me what's really bothering you?" "David and I are going to have a baby." "I don't think I'm the one to talk to about this." "I hate this city." "I had a relationship once." "It was very much like a marriage." "We got pregnant." "This was a long time ago." "I remember getting up one morning and going to work... just another day like any other... except it was the first day... after I knew about the pregnancy." "And I felt this fear for the first time ever." "I remember thinking... how can I bring a child into a world like this?" "How can a person grow up with all this around them?" "I told her I didn't want to have it..." "And over the next few weeks, I wore her down." "I want to have children." "I can tell you now... I know I mean... I'm positive I made the right decision... but there's not a day that passes... that I don't wish I'd made a different choice." "If you don't keep... the baby... if that's your decision... don't ever tell him you were pregnant." "But if you choose to have this baby... you spoil that kid every chance you get." "That's about all the advice I can give you." "I got to go." "Thank you." "Victor's landlord said cash was in the office mailbox... the first of every month." ""l never heard a single complaint..." ""from the tenant in apartment 306..." ""and nobody ever complained about him." ""He was the best tenant I've ever had."" "A landlord's dream... a paralyzed tenant with no tongue." "Who pays the rent on time." "I'm sick of all this waiting." "This is the job." "Why aren't we out there?" "Why sit here rotting till the lunatic does it again?" "That's dismissive to call him a lunatic." "Don't make that mistake." "He's insane." "Look." "He's probably dancing around in his grandma's panties... rubbing himself in peanut butter." "How's that?" "I don't think so." "His luck will run out." "He's not depending on luck." "We walked into that apartment exactly one year... after he tied Victor to the bed." "He wanted us to." "You don't know thatfor sure." "Yes, we do." "This note he left, his first words to us." ""Long is the way and hard..." ""that out of Hell leads up to light."" "Fuck him." "So what?" "He's right so far." "Imagine the will it takes... to keep a man bound for a full year... to sever his hand and use it to plantfingerprints... to insert tubes into his genitals." "This guy's methodical, exacting... and worst of all, patient." "He's a nut-bag." "Just because the fucker's got a library card... doesn't make him Yoda." "How much money you got?" "I got fifty bucks." "I propose a field trip." "Come on." "We'll make a list." "We'll put "Purgatory," "Canterbury Tales..."" "anything relating to the Seven Deadly Sins." "What would he study to do the things he's done?" "What are his interests now?" "Jack the Ripper?" " Where are we going?" " The library." "Coupons." "Free coupons." "Discount coupons." "They must have had fifty health violations... during their last inspection." "Could you at least sit across from me?" "I don't want people thinking we're dating." "Give me your money." "I'm giving you this... but I ought to know what we're doing." "Fuck." "Hey, Somerset." "How are you?" "I didn't expect a menage a trois." "It's not a problem." "Sit down." "Only for you do I do this." "It's a big risk." "We're fair and square." " lt's a deal." " All right." "About an hour." "Help yourself." "That was money well spent." "All right." "By telling you this... I'm trusting you more than most people." "Good, because I'm about ready to punch you." "It's probably nothing... but it's no skin off our teeth." "The guy in the pizza parlor is a friendfrom the Bureau." "Who?" "Stinky man?" "For years, the fbi has been into the library system... keeping records." " Acssessing fines." " Monitoring reading habits." "Look, certain books are flagged." "Say, nuclear weapons or "Mein Kampf."" "Anyone who checks out a flagged book... has his library records fed into fbi computers." "Wait." "How is this legal?" "Legal, illegal - these terms don't apply." "You can't use the information directly." "It's just a useful guide." "It might sound silly, but you can't get a library card... without an l.D. and a phone bill." " So they run a list." " Precisely." "If you want to know who's reading "Purgatory..."" "and "Paradise Lost" and "Helter Skelter..."" "the fbi's computers will tell us." "Could give us a name." "It could get a college kid... writing a term paper on 20th-Century crime." "At least you're out of the office." "Get a haircut." " How do you know all this?" " l don't." "Neither do you." "Exactly." ""The Divine Comedy," "The History of Catholicism."" "There's a book called "Murderers and Madmen."" ""Modern Homicide Investigation," "ln Cold Blood..."" ""Of Human Bondage." Bondage?" "Not what you're thinking." " Marquis de Sharday." " Marquis de Sade." "Whatever." "Writings of St. Thomas Aqua-something." "Saint Thomas Aquinas." "He wrote about the Seven Deadly Sins." "is that it?" "Let's try it." " Jonathan Doe?" " Whatever." "We're sure about that name?" "You saw the list." "John Doe." "You wanna go back, I'll go back." "Let's take a look at him." "Talk to him." "This is crazy." "We'll just talk to him." "Excuse me, sir." "Are you, by any chance, a serial killer?" "You do the talking." "Put that silver tongue to work." "Have you been talking to my wife?" "This is retarded." "Charlie's fucking Angels." "Name off a computer." "You're hit." "He's going down!" "Fifth floor!" "Mommy!" "Mommy!" "Police." "is there a back exit?" "Lock your door." "What's going on?" "Get out of the fucking hall, please." "Get down!" "Get the fuck down!" "Shit." "Shut the fuck up down there!" "God damn it!" "Fuck." "Taxi!" "Get out of the fucking way!" "Move!" " Are you OK?" " l'm all right." " Where are you going?" " l'm going in." "Wait, wait, wait." "What are you talking about?" "He fucking shot at us." " We need a warrant." " Probable cause." "How did we get here?" "I can't tell anyone." "I can't tell about the Bureau." "We have no reason to be here." " Listen to me!" " Get the fuck off me!" "I'm sorry, but just pay attention." "If we leave a hole like this, we can't prosecute." "The guy will walk." "is that what you want?" "By the time we get the warrant-- Fuck that!" "No!" "We need a reason to knock on this door!" "Think about it!" "You're right." "I'm allfucked up." "You're right." "Well..." "No point in arguing anymore... unless you can fix that." "You stupid son of a..." "How much money we got left?" "So, I noticed this guy... going out a lot when the murders was happening... so I..." "You called Detective Somerset, right?" "Right, so I called the detective... 'cause he looked creepy and shit." "And one of the murders happened right over there." "OK. I told you the rest." "You got to sign it." "Good, good, good." "All right." " You did good." " l did what you said." "Here." "You get something to eat." "Everybody stay outside." "Victor." "Fuck." " What?" " We had him." "What are you talking about?" "It was the fucking photographer on the stairs." "We had him, and we let him go." "You're sure this is him?" "Yeah." "Good, good." "We've got nothing to go on." "No address books." "Just this receipt." "Then keep looking." "This was under the bed - his only source of funds." "We got his money." "Fucking-A." "Good work." "One more thing you won't believe." "We haven't found a fingerprint, not one." "I don't believe you." "Keep looking." "We could use some more men." "I'm doing the best I can." "What's all this?" "There are 2,000 notebooks on these shelves." "Each contains about 250 pages." "Forget it." "Anything about the killings?" ""What sick, ridiculous, puppets we are." ""What a gross little stage we dance on." ""What fun we have dancing, fucking..." ""not a care in the world..." ""not knowing that we are nothing." ""We are not what was intended."" "No, wait." "There's a lot more." ""On the subway today..." ""a man started a conversation with me." ""He made small talk..." ""a lonely man talking about the weather." ""l tried to be pleasant and accommodating..." ""but my head began to hurtfrom his banality." ""l almost didn't notice it had happened..." ""but I suddenly threw up all over him." ""He was not pleased..." ""and I couldn't stop laughing."" "No dates." "Placed on the shelves in no discernible order." "Just his mind poured out on paper." "Looks like a life's work." "Even with fifty men, it would take two months." "I know, I know." "Where's that phone?" "Phone?" "People, quiet!" "I admire you." "I don't know how you found me... but imagine my surprise." "I respect you law enforcement agents more every day." "I appreciate that, John." " l tell you..." " No, you listen." "I'll be readjusting my schedule... in light of today's little setback." "I just had to call and express my admiration." "I'm sorry I had to hurt one of you... but I didn't have a choice, did I?" "Will you accept my apology?" "I would say more, but I'd ruin the surprise." "I'll be readjusting my schedule... in light of today's little setback." "Got it." "All right, everybody back to work." "You were right." "He's preaching." "Yeah." "These murders are his sermons to us." "Look, we know him, him, him." "Who's the blonde?" "Looks like a pro." "Maybe she caught John Doe's eye." "He collected it last night." "Last night?" "This man?" "John Doe." "Easy name." "He had a limp." "What was the job you didfor him?" "I've got a picture." "One sweet piece." "I thought he was one of them performance artists." "Sort of guy that pisses in a cap onstage... and then drinks it." "Performance art." "I think I undercharged him, actually." "You made this for him?" "I've made weirder shit than that." "So what?" "They found the blonde." "The picture!" "Fucking pigs!" "Get the fuck out of the booth, pal!" "I've been in this cage the whole time!" "Come on." "This way!" "Can you do something about this music?" "We're working on it." "We're lookingfor the guy." "Youfrom Homicide?" "Better see this." "Stay still, all right?" "God, get this thing off of me!" "Get him out of here now!" "Come on." "I want to hear it again." "Tell me again." "You heard nothing strange?" "Saw nothing strange?" "He asked if I was married, and I could see he had a gun." "Where was the girl?" "The what?" "What?" "The girl." "The prostitute." "Where was she?" "Someone comes to your establishment... they want to go downstairs to get a little whatever... they got to come to you?" "You didn't see anyone with a package... a knapsack, something under their arm?" "Everybody that comes in there... has got a package under their arms." "Some guys are carrying suitcases full of stuff." "She was just sitting on the bed." "Who tied her down, you or him?" "Do you like what you do for a living?" "These things you see?" "No." "No, I don't." "But that's life, isn't it?" "He had a gun... and he made it happen." "He made me do it." "He put that thing on me." "Then he made me wear it." "Then he told me to fuck her." "And I did. I fucked her!" "Oh, God." "He had a gun in my mouth." "The fucking gun was in my throat!" "Fuck!" "Oh, God!" "God!" "God, help me." "Please." "Please help me!" "This isn't going to have a happy ending." "Hey, man." "We catch him, I'll be happy enough." "If we catch John Doe... and he turns out to be Satan himself... that might live up to our expectations, but... he's not the devil." "He's just a man." "You bitch and you complain and tell me these things and..." "If you're preparing me for hard times... thank you, but..." "But you got to be a hero." "You want to be a champion." "People don't want a champion." "They want cheeseburgers, lotto, and television." "How did you get like this?" "I want to know." "Well... lt wasn't one thing, I can tell you that." "Go on." "I just don't think I can continue... to live in a place that embraces... and nurtures apathy as if it was a virtue." "You're no different, no better." "I didn't say I was." "I'm not." "Hell, I sympathize completely." "Apathy is a solution." "It's easier to lose yourself in drugs... than it is to cope with life." "It's easier to steal what you want than earn it." "It's easier to beat a child than raise it." "Hell, love costs, takes effort,work." "We are talking about people who are mentally ill... people who are fucking crazies." " No,we're not." " Yes,today." "We're talking about everyday life here." "You can't afford to be this naive." "Fuck off." "You should listen to yourself." ""The problem with people is that they don't care..." ""so I don't care about people."" "That makes no sense." " You care?" " Damn right." "And you're going to make a difference." "Whatever." "The point is... is that I don't think you're quitting... because you believe these things you say." "I think you want to believe them... because you're quitting." "You want me to agree with you and say, "Yeah,you're right." ""lt's allfucked up." "It's a fucking mess." ""We should all go live in a fucking log cabin."" "But I won't say that." "I don't agree with you." "I do not." "I can't." "I'm going to go home." "Thank you, though." "I Iove you, honey, so much." "So much." "I know." "911." "What's your emergency?" "Could you repeat that?" "I've gone and done it again." "What have you got?" "Sleeping pills... glued to one hand." "Telephone glued to the other." "You see what he did?" "He sliced her up, then he bandaged her." "Call for help, and you'll live disfigured... or you can put yourself out of your own misery." "Come on." "Cut off her nose." "To spite herface." "He did it very recently." "I've decided to stay on till this is done." "One of two things will happen." "Either we'll get John Doe... or he'll finish his series of seven... and this case will go on for years." "You don't have to do me any favors." "Thank you, but..." "Keep me as your partner a few more days." "You'll be doing me a favor." "You knew I'd say yes." "Hey, we're here." "Your wife called." "Get yourself an answering machine." "Detective." "After this, I'm gone." "No big surprise." "Detective!" "You're looking for me." "Don't fucking move!" "On the floor!" "Keep away from him!" "I know you." "Now!" "Get down!" "Get down!" "On your stomach!" "You piece of shit!" "Now!" "All the way!" "All the way, fucker!" "Down!" "Faster!" "Faster, fucker!" "Now!" "Nose on the ground!" "Jesus Christ." "What the fuck is this?" "I'd Iike to speak to my lawyer, please." "God damn it!" "He cuts the skin off his fingers." "That's why we couldn't find one usable print." "He's been doing it for quite some time." "What about the trace on his bank accounts?" "So far everything's a dead end." "No credit history, no employment records." "His bank account's only five years old." "It was started with cash." "We're even trying to trace his furniture." "The only thing we know about that guy right now... is he's independently wealthy, well-educated... and totally insane." "Because he's John Doe by choice." "When do we question him?" "You don't." "He's going to court now." "There's no way he would just turn himself in." "It doesn't make any sense." "There he sits." "It's not supposed to make sense." "He's not finished." "He's pissing in ourfaces and we're taking it." "You know what I'm talking about." "For the first time ever, we are in total agreement." "So what the fuck, man?" "He's two murders away from completing his masterpiece." "We'll wait for his plea." "My client says there are two more bodies... two more victims hidden away." "He will take Detectives Mills and Somerset to them... but only Detectives Mills and Somerset... only at 6:00 today." "Why us?" "He says he admires you." "It's part of the game." "My client claims if they do not accept... these bodies will never be found." "Frankly, counsel, I'm inclined to let them rot." "We've got him downstairs, locked up, done deal." "He'll get room and board, cable TV." "Hell, my wife doesn't even have cable." "Why are we having this conversation?" "Something stinks." "And this one here..." "Yeah, you, in your 3,000 suit... and that smug smile, dealing for that shit..." "I am required by law to serve my clients." "Jesus Christ." "And their best interests." "We don't make deals here." "My client says if you do not accept... he will plead insanity." "Let him try it." "I'd like to see him try." "With the nature of these crimes..." "I could get him off with such a plea." "I'm not letting this conviction slide." "If you do accept, under his specific conditions... he will sign a full confession, plead guilty right now." "It's your case." "Make a decision." "Full confession." "I'm in." "It has to be the both of you." "If he were to claim insanity... this conversation is admissible... the fact he's blackmailing us with his plea." "My client reminds you two more are dead." "The press would have a field day if the police... didn't seem too concerned about finding them." "If there are two more dead." "The lab report came." "Quickie on Doe's clothing." "They found blood from Doe slicing his fingers... blood from the woman whose face he cut off... and blood from a third party, as yet unidentified." "You'd be escorting an unarmed man." "Let's finish it." "If John Doe's head opens and a UFO flies out..." "I want you to have expected it." "I will." "Man, if I was to accidentally shave off a nipple... would it be covered by workman's comp?" "I suppose so." "If you were man enough to file a claim..." "I'd buy you one out of my own pocket." "I keep coming home late... my wife's going to think something's up." "You know..." "What?" "Let's go!" "Spin it around!" "There he is." "Late model black sedan at 10:00." "Who are you, John?" "Who are you really?" "What do you mean?" "At this stage... what harm can it do to tell us about yourself?" "Doesn't matter." "Who I am means absolutely nothing." "You need to stay on your left up here." "So where are we heading?" "You'll see." "We're not just going to two more bodies, are we?" "That wouldn't be shocking enough." "We've got newspapers to think about, yeah?" "Wanting people to listen... you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore." "You have to hit them with a sledge hammer." "Then you'll notice you've got their strict attention." "But the question is... what makes you so special that people should listen?" "I'm not special." "I've never been exceptional." "This is, though - what I'm doing." "My work." "Your work, John?" "I don't see anything special about it, John." "That's not true." "No, it is true, and the funny thing is... all this work, two months from now... no one's going to give a shit or remember." "You can't see the whole complete act yet... but when this is done... when it's finished... it's going to be..." "People will barely be able to comprehend... but they won't be able to deny." "Could the freak be any more vague?" "As far as master plans go..." "I can't wait for you to see." "It's going to be something." "I'm going to be right next to you... so when this big thing happens, let me know." "I wouldn't want to miss it." "Don't worry." "You won't." "You won't miss a thing." "Roger." "Going south." "Keep two miles separation." "Roger." "What's so exciting?" "It's not too far now." "I've been trying to figure something in my head." "Maybe you can help me out?" "When a person is insane, as you clearly are... do you know that you're insane?" "Maybe you're reading "Guns  Ammo..."" "masturbating in your own feces... do you stop and go..." ""Wow, it is amazing how fucking crazy I really am"?" "Do you guys do that?" "It's more comfortable for you to label me insane." "It's very comfortable." "It's not something I'd expect you to accept... but I did not choose." "I was chosen." "Whatever." "I don't doubt that you believe that... but seems to me... you're overlooking a glaring contradiction." "Meaning what?" "Glad you asked." "If you were chosen by a higher power... and if your hand was forced, seems strange to me... you would get such enjoyment out of it." "You enjoyed torturing those people." "Just doesn't seem in keeping with martyrdom, does it?" "I doubt I enjoyed it any more... than Detective Mills would enjoy time alone with me... in a room without windows." "Isn't that true?" "How happy would it make you to hurt me with impunity?" "That hurts my feelings." "You wouldn't only because there's consequences." "It's in those eyes of yours, though." "Nothing wrong with a man taking pleasure in his work." "I won't deny my own personal desire... to turn each sin against the sinner." "I thought all you did was kill innocent people." "Innocent?" "Is that supposed to be funny?" "An obese man, a disgusting man who could barely stand up... who you'd point out to friends... so they could join you in mocking him." "If you saw him while you were eating... you wouldn't be able to finish your meal." "After him, I picked the lawyer... and you both must have secretly been thanking me." "This man dedicated his life to making money by lying... with every breath that he could muster... to keeping murderers and rapists on the streets!" "Murderers." "Murderers, John, like yourself." "A woman so ugly inside that she couldn't bear living... if she couldn't be beautiful on the outside." "A drug dealer... a drug-dealing pederast, actually." "And let's not forget the disease-spreading whore." "Only in a world this shitty... could you even try to say these were innocent people... and keep a straightface." "But that's the point." "We see a deadly sin on every street corner... in every home... and we tolerate it." "We tolerate it because it's common... it's... it's trivial." "We tolerate it morning, noon, and night." "Well, not anymore." "I'm setting the example... and what I've done is going to be puzzled over... and studied... and followed... forever." "Delusions of grandeur." "You should be thanking me." "Why is that, John?" "Because you're going to be remembered after this." "Realize, Detective... the only reason that I'm here right now... is that I wanted to be." "No." "We would have got you eventually." "Oh, really?" "So, what were you doing?" "Biding your time, toying with me?" "Allowing five innocent people to die... until you felt like springing your trap?" "What was the indisputable evidence... you were going to use on me before I walked up to you... and put my hands in the air?" "John, calm down." "I seem to remember us knocking on your door." "Oh, that's right." "And I seem to remember breaking your face." "You're only alive because I didn't kill you." "OK." "Sit back." "I spared you." "Remember that every time you look in the mirror... at that face of yours for the rest of your life... or for the rest of what life I've allowed you to have." "Sit back, you fucking freak!" "Shut your fucking mouth!" "You're no messiah." "You're a movie of the week." "You're a fucking t-shirt, at best." "Don't ask me to pity those people." "I don't mourn them any more... than the thousands that died at Sodom and Gomorrah." "Is that to say what you were doing... was God's good work?" "The Lord works in mysterious ways." "Do you see those high-tension towers?" "That's where we're headed." "I see where he's talking about." "Follow the access road." " Your signal's breaking up." " Un-fucking-avoidable, sir." "We're in Powerline City." "Deal with it." "There sure as shit is no ambush out here." "No fucking nothing out here." "Can't land near those wires." "They're coming up behind us in about two minutes." "Go up, way up." "Thirty seconds, back east." "On my mark." "Thirty seconds." "I'm getting him out." "We've got you in sight." "Get out..." "Slowly." "Stop." "Stay." "What do you got?" "Dead dog." "I didn't do that." "What time is it?" "Why?" "I'd Iike to know." "7:01." "It's close." "Well, let's go take a look." "It's this way." "Bird Two, close your distance." "They're moving away from the car." "We got them, we got them." "Closing in." "Negative, negative." "Down." "Down, down." "Watch him." "There he goes." "It's good we have some time to talk." "Stay on the guy in red." "Do not take the cross hairs off him!" "There's a van coming down the road from the north." "Be ready for anything now." "Wait for my signal." "Wait for me." "Get out of the van!" "Out!" "Jesus Christ, man." "Don't shoot me!" "Step away!" "Turn around." "Put your hands on your head!" "What the hell is going on?" "What are you doing here?" "I'm just delivering a package, man." "I got this package for this guy David..." "Detective David Mills." "Get it..." "Slowly." "He's opening the back of the van." "We've got him in sight." "This guy paid me 500 bucks to bring it out here, man." "He wanted it here at exactly 7:00." "Put it down." "We got a box." "We got a box!" "Call the bomb squad." "We got a box." "Face the van." "Hands up." "Turn around." "OK." "Go." "Off you go." "Go!" "I'm sending the driver out on foot." "He's headed north along the road." "Have him picked up." "I don't know." "I'm going to open it." "When I said I admired you..." "I meant what I said." "There's blood." "You've made quite a life for yourself, Detective." "You should be very proud." "Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit." "California, stay away from here." "Stay away from here." "Don't come in here." "Whatever you hear, stay away." "John Doe has the upper hand." "Here he comes." " What?" " Throw your gun down!" "I wish I could have lived like you did." "What the fuck you talking about?" "Do you hear me, Detective?" "I'm trying to tell you how much I admire you... and your pretty wife." "What?" "Tracy." "What you fuckin' say?" "It's disturbing how easily a member of the press... can purchase information from the men in your precinct." "What the fuck?" "Throw your gun down!" "I visited your home this morning after you'd left." "I tried to play husband." "I tried to taste the life of a simple man." "Throw it away!" "It didn't work out... so I took a souvenir... her pretty head." "What the fuck's he talking about?" "What's going on over there?" "Put the gun down." "What was in the box?" "Because I envy your normal life." "Put the gun down." "It seems that envy is my sin." "Oh, what's in the box?" "What's in the fucking box?" "He just told you." "You lie!" "You're a fucking liar!" "That's what he wants." "He wants you to shoot him." "You tell me that it's not true." "Become vengeance, David." "She's all right." "Tell me." "Become... wrath." "Tell me!" "If you murder a suspect, David..." "She begged for her life, Detective." "She begged for her life and for her baby's life." "Shut up!" "He didn't know." "Give me the gun, David." "If you kill him... he will win." "Oh, God!" "Oh, fuck." "He shot him!" "Set it down somewhere." "Come on." "Set us down." "Holy Christ, somebody call somebody." "Call somebody." "Well, we'll take care of him." "Whatever he needs." "Where are you going to be?" "Around." "I'll be around." "Ernest Hemingway once wrote..." ""The world is a fine place..." ""and worth fighting for."" "I agree with the second part."