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You from homicide? You better see this.

Get this thing off me.

Oh God, get it off of me.

Get him out of here, now!

I want to hear it again.

Tell me again.

You heard nothing strange, saw nothing strange.

He asked me if I was married.

• I saw a gun in his hand. - Where was the girl?

The what? What?

The prostitute. Where was she?

Someone comes to your establishment…

they want to go downstairs, get some oo-la-la. Whatever.

They got to come to you. Yeah?

Yeah.

You didn’t see anyone?

With a package? A knapsack? Something under their arm?

Everybody that comes in there’s got to be 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?

All these things you see?

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…

told me to fuck her.

And I did. I fucked her.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

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 won’t have a happy ending.

• It’s not possible. - We catch him, I’ll be happy enough.

If we catch John Doe and he turns out to be the devil…

if he’s Satan himself…

that might meet our expectations.

But he’s not the devil.

He’s just a man.

You know…

You bitch and you complain and you tell me these things.

If you think you’re preparing me for hard time…

thanks, but…

But you got to be a hero.

You want to be a champion.

People don’t want a champion. They want cheeseburgers…

• play lotto and watch TV. - How did you get like this?

I want to know.

It wasn’t one thing, I’ll tell you that.

Go on.

I don’t think I can continue to live in a place…

that embraces and nurtures apathy as if it was a virtue.

You aren’t different or better.

I didn’t say I was. I’m not.

Hell, I sympathize. I sympathize completely.

Apathy is a solution.

I mean, it’s easier to lose yourself in drugs than it is to cope with life.

It’s easier to steal what you want than to earn it. It’s easier…

to beat a child than to raise it. Love costs. It takes effort, work.

We talk about mentally ill people. We are talking about fucking crazies.

• No, we’re not. - Yes, today.

No, we’re talking about everyday life here.

You can’t afford to be this naive.

Fuck off.

See, you

You should listen to yourself.

Yeah. You say that…

the problem is people don’t care.

So, I don’t care about people.

Nonsense. You know why?

You care?

Want to know– Damn right.

You’ll make a difference.

Whatever. The point is that…

you’re not quitting because you believe…

these things you say.

You want to believe them…

because you’re quitting.

And you want me to agree with you and say “You’re right, it’s all fucked up.

It’s a fucking mess. We should all go live in a fucking log cabin.”

But I won’t.

I won’t say that.

I don’t agree with you. I do not.

I can’t.

I’m going home.

Thank you, though.

What’s your emergency?

Could you repeat that?

I’ve done it again.

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.

But you’ll be disfigured.

Come on.

He cut off her nose.

To spite her face.

Listen

I’ve decided to stay on till this is done.

One of two things’ll happen. Either we’ll get John Doe…

or he’ll kill 7 and this case will never end.

Don’t do me any favors. Thank you, but I got it.

I’m asking to be your partner a few more days. You’d be doing me a favor.

You knew I’d say yes. We’re here.

Your wife called. Get 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.

• Stay back. - On the fucking floor.

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 like to speak to my lawyer, please.

Goddamn it.

He cuts the skin off the tips of his fingers. That’s why we couldn’t…

find 1 print in his apartment.

Seems he’s done that for a while.

What about the bank accounts? The guns?

So far everything is a dead end.

No credit history. No employment records.

A 5-year old bank account opened with cash.

We’ve tried tracing his furniture.

All we know about him…

is that he’s independently wealthy…

well-educated…

and totally insane.

Because he’s John Doe by choice.

• When can we question him? - You can’t. He goes to court now.

There’s no way he’d turn himself in. It doesn’t make any sense.

There he sits.

It’s not supposed to make any sense.

He’s not finished.

He’s pissing in our faces and we’re taking it.

You know what I’m saying.

For the first time ever, you and I are in total agreement.

He wouldn’t just stop.

So what the fuck, man?

He’s 2 murders away from completing his masterpiece.

We’ll wait for his plea.

My client says there’re 2 more bodies. Two more victims hidden away.

He will take Detectives Mills and Somerset to these bodies, only them…

and only at 6 o’clock today.

Why us?

He says he admires you.

It’s part of the game.

If they don’t accept this offer, these bodies will never be found.

Frankly, I’m inclined to let them rot.

We’ve got him.

Downstairs, locked up. Done deal.

He’ll get his free room and board, cable TV.

My wife doesn’t even have cable. Why are we discussing this?

No. Something stinks. And this one– You. In your $3,000 suit…

and that smug smile on your face. Dealing for that piece of shit.

I don’t like it.

The law requires me to serve…

my clients and their interests as best I can.

We don’t make deals here, Mr. Swarr.

My client informs you that…

if you do not accept, he’ll plead insanity.

Let him try it.

I’d like to see it.

We know with the extreme nature of these crimes I’d get him off with such a plea.

I won’t let this conviction slide.

If you do accept under his specific conditions, he’ll sign…

a full confession, plead guilty right now.

It’s your case. Make a decision.

Full confession.

I’m in.

It must be both of you.

If he were to claim insanity…

this conversation is admissible.

That he’s blackmailing us with his plea.

My client wants to remind you, 2 more are dead.

The press’d love to find out the police weren’t concerned…

about finding and burying them.

If in fact there are 2 more dead.

The lab report came.

They did a quickie on Doe’s clothing and fingernails.

They found blood from Doe’s fingers, blood from…

the woman who’s 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 splits open and a UFO flies out…

I want you to expect it.

I will.

If I accidentally shaved 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’ll think something’s up.