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Where are you going?

• I’m going in. - No, no. Wait. Wait.

What? He fucking shot at us.

You can’t go in.

• We need a warrant. - We got probable cause. Come on.

Think about it. Think how did we get here?

• I can’t tell anyone about the Bureau. - Get out of the way.

We have no reason to be here. Would you listen to me?

• Get off, get the fuck off me. - Alright, I’m sorry.

Just pay attention a minute?

With a hole like this, we won’t be able to prosecute.

The fucking guy’ll walk. That’s what you want?

By the time we clear a warrant… Fuck that.

We need a reason to knock on this door.

Think about it.

Okay?

Okay, okay.

You’re right. I’m all fucked up.

When you’re right, 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, yeah, I noticed…

this guy going out a lot…

when the murders were happening, so I…

So you called Det Somerset?

• She called Somerset. - ‘Cause this guy…

was creepy and shit, and one of the murders…

• happened right over there. - I told you the rest.

Got everything?

Have her sign. You must sign.

Good.

You did good.

• I did what you said. - Here.

You get something to eat.

Everybody stay outside.

Victor.

Fuck.

Somerset!

• What? - We had him.

What are you saying?

The fucking photographer in…

the fucking stairs.

We had him and we let him go.

You’re sure this is him?

Yep. Good. Get it out.

No pay stubs. No appointment books. No addresses. Just this receipt.

• Keep looking! - Wait, look at this.

This was under the bed. His only source of funds?

We got his money. I like it.

You won’t believe this.

We haven’t found a fingerprint.

Right. I don’t believe you. Keep looking.

We could use some more men.

I’m doing my best.

• What’re you getting? - There are 2,000 notebooks here…

and each notebook contains about 250 pages.

What about the killings?

“What sick ridiculous puppets we are, what a gross stage we dance on.

What fun, dancing and fucking.

Not a care in the world. Not knowing that we’re nothing.

We are not what was intended.”

Wait, there’s a lot more.

“On the subway today, a man came up to start a conversation.

He made small talk, a lonely man talking about the weather and things.

I tried to be pleasant…

but my head began to hurt from his banality.

I almost didn’t notice…

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.

With 50 men reading in 24-hour shifts, it’d still…

• take 2 months. - I know.

Phone? Phone? Phone? Phone?

People, quiet!

I admire you.

I don’t know how you found me, but I was surprised!

I respect you law enforcement officers more every day.

Well, I appreciate that, John.

• I tell you– - No, listen:

I’ll be re-adjusting my schedule in light of today’s setback.

I just had to call and express my admiration. Sorry I had to hurt…

one of you, but I had no choice, right?

You’ll accept my apology? I’d like to say more but that’d ruin the surprise.

Got it.

Everybody back to work.

You were right.

He’s preaching.

These murders are his sermons to us.

Look, we know him. We know him. We know him.

Who’s the blonde?

Looks like a pro.

Maybe.

She caught John Doe’s eye.

• He came and collected it last night. - Last night?

• Yeah. - This man?

John Doe, easy name to remember. He had a limp.

• What was this job you did for him? - I’ve got a picture.

One sweet piece, actually.

I thought he was a performance artist.

You know the sort of guy that…

pisses in a cup on stage and then…

drinks it.

Performance art.

Right.

I think I undercharged him.

• You made this for him? - I’ve made…

weirder shit than that.

They found the blonde.

The picture!

The picture!

Fucking pigs.

• I need you to move. - I’ll come out, but you guys…

Get the fuck out of the booth.

I’ve been in this cage the whole time.

Come on, this way.

-Can you do something about the music? -We’re looking for the guy.