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You know…

Yeah.

What?

Will this wind hurt us?

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. Who I am means absolutely nothing.

Stay on your left up here.

Where are we heading?

You’ll see.

We’re not just going to pick up 2 more bodies, are we?

That wouldn’t be shocking enough.

You’ve got newspapers to think about, yeah?

Wanting people to listen…

you can’t just tap them on the shoulder anymore.

You have to use a sledgehammer.

Then you’ll get their strict attention.

But the question is:

Why’re 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?

Yes.

See, 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…

in 2 months, no one’ll care, or give a shit, or even remember.

You can’t see the whole complete act yet.

But when this is done…

when it’s finished…

People will barely be able to comprehend.

But they won’t be able to deny.

Could the freak be more vague?

As far as master plans go…

I really can’t wait for you to see.

It’s going to be something.

Know what? I’ll be standing next to you.

So when this thing happens, be sure and let me know.

Don’t want to miss it.

Oh, don’t worry.

You won’t.

You won’t miss a thing.

What’s so exciting?

It’s not too far now.

I’ve tried 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…

masturbating in your own feces…

Do you just stop and go:

“Wow, it’s amazing how fucking crazy I really am”?

You know? Do you guys do that?

It’s more comfortable for you to label me insane.

It’s very comfortable.

It’s not something I would expect you to accept.

But I did not choose. I was chosen.

Whatever.

I don’t doubt that you believe that.

but it seems that you’re…

overlooking a contradiction.

Meaning what?

Glad you asked.

If you were chosen that is, by a higher power

and if your hand was forced…

it seems strange to me that you’d get such enjoyment.

You enjoyed torturing those people.

That doesn’t seem to fit with martyrdom, does it?

John?

I doubt I enjoyed it more than Det. Mills would enjoy time alone with me…

in a room without windows.

Isn’t that true?

How’d you like to…

• hurt me with impunity? - That hurts my feelings.

I would never.

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.

Wait a minute, I thought all you did was kill innocent people.

Innocent? Is that supposed to be funny?

An obese man.

Disgusting man who could barely stand.

You’d point him out to your friends so that they’d join you in mocking him.

If you saw him while you ate, you couldn’t finish your meal.

Then the lawyer. You had to secretly thank me for that.

This is a man who dedicated his life…

to making money by lying with every breath he could muster to keep murderers and rapists on the streets. Murderers?

• Murderers, like yourself? - A woman…

so ugly inside that she couldn’t go on living…

if she couldn’t be beautiful outside?

A drug dealer. A pederast, actually. Let’s not forget…

the disease-spreading whore.

Only in a world this shitty…

could you say they were innocent and keep a straight face.

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 trivial.

We tolerate it morning, noon and night.

Well, not anymore.

I’m setting the example.

And what I’ve done will be…

puzzled over…

and studied…

and followed…

forever.

Yeah.

Delusions of grandeur.

You should be thanking me.

Why’s that, John?

Because you’ll be remembered after this.

Realize, Detective, the only reason that I’m here 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 5 “innocent” people to die until…

you felt like springing your trap?

What was the indisputable…

evidence you were going to use on me, right before…

I walked up to you and put my hands in the air?

John. Calm down.

I remember us knocking on your door.

That’s right.

And I seem to remember breaking your face.

You’re only alive because I didn’t kill you.

Okay. Sit back.

• I spared you. - Sit back.

Remember that when you look in the mirror for the rest of your life

or should I say for the rest of what life I allow you to have.

Sit back, you fucking freak!

Shut your fucking mouth!

You’re no messiah. You’re a movie of the week. A fucking tee shirt at best.