Se7en (1995)

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Neighbors heard them screaming

at each other, like, for two hours.

Nothing new.

Then they heard the g*n go off.

Both barrels.

A crime of passion.

Yeah.

Just look at all the passion on that wall.

Yeah, well, this is a done deal.

All but the paperwork.

The kid see it?

What?

The kid.

What kind of f*cking question is that?

We are all gonna be real glad when we get

rid of you, Somerset, you know that?

There's always these questions with you.

Did the kid see it?

Who gives a f*ck? He's dead.

His wife k*lled him.

Anything else has nothing to do with us.

Detective Somerset?

I'm Detective Mills.

Lieutenant, I apologize for interrupting like this...

just get in town 20 minutes ago,

they dump me here.

Look...

Mills?

I thought we might find a bar someplace.

You know, sit, talk...

I'd like to get to the precinct.

You know, not much time

for this transition thing.

I meant to ask you something,

when we spoke on the phone before.

Yeah.

Why here?

I don't follow.

Well, all this effort to get transferred.

It's the first question

that popped into my head.

I guess for the same reasons as you.

Or the same reasons 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, look,

it would be great for me if we didn't start

out kicking each other in the ba*ls.

If you're calling the shots, lieutenant...

Yes.

I want you to look

and I want you to listen, Ok?

Now, I wasn't standing around

guarding the Taco Bell.

I've worked Homicide five years.

Not here.

I understand that.

Well, over the next seven days, detective,

you'll do me the favor of remembering that.

Hello? Yeah.

Ok.

Say it again.

I thought we moved here

to get away from tractor pulls.

Serpico's gotta go.

Yeah, well, you might wanna get rid

of this little crusty.

This 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 had his face in a plate of

spaghetti for about 45 minutes now.

Wait a minute.

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.

But this guy's been sitting

in a pile of his own piss and sh*t.

If he wasn't dead,

he would've stood up by now.

All right, thank you, officer.

Ok.

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 m*rder?

No one.

Guy's heart's gotta 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.

Gotta be m*rder, right?

f*ck.

Anyway, big insurance policy involved, yeah?

So the guy took the tip of the blade,

stuck it in his own shoulder blades.

And he must've screwed up a few times

because there was multiples back there.

Could you please be quiet?

Wait a minute.

What?

Got a bucket here.

What's in it?

Oh, God.

f*cking vomit.

Any blood in it?

I didn't see any.

Help yourself.

Are you thinking it's poison?

Oh, wonderful. Very moody.

Thinking it's poison, Somerset?

You girls have got Forensics

waiting outside.

Don't know if we'll all fit, though.

There's room, light's the problem.

Hi, how are you?

Hey.

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 seen the things I've done.

Nope.

I did my time on door-to-doors

and walking the beat.

I did that sh*t for a long time.

And?

Badge on my belt says detective.

That's 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 on the playing field.

Hey, man...

just don't be jerking 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 from poison.

Oh, man.

How does someone

let themselves go like that?

It took four orderlies

just to get him on the table.

How'd the fat f*ck

ever fit out his front door?

Please.

It's obvious he was a shut-in.

Now, look at this.

See how big this stomach is?

And the strange thing is, it stretches.

Here. Look at the size of

the cardiac orifice, where the food...

Wait, I see what you're pointing out,

but that means nothing to me.

Ok. 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.

He was hemorrhaging internally.

And there was a hematoma in the rectus

and transverse abdominis muscles.

So he did die by eating.

Yes and no.

What about these bruises up here?

Well, I haven't figured that out yet.

g*n pressed against his head?

Pressed hard enough, sure.

f*ck, yeah.

Marks from the front side,

flush with the muzzle.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have ourselves a homicide.

k*ller put a bucket beneath him,

kept on serving.

Took his time, too.

Coroner said this could've gone on

more than 12 hours.

Victim's throat was swollen,

probably from the effort.

And there was definitely a point

when he passed out.

That's when the k*ller kicked him

and he burst.

Sadistic f*ck.

When you want somebody dead,

you drive by and sh**t him.

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 t*rture him.

Simple as that.

In the grocery bags, we found two receipts.

That means the k*ller stopped

in the middle of everything,

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 that big brain of

yours cooking on this, all right?

Please, I'd like to be reassigned.

What?

What?

What?

What in the hell are you talking about?

This can't be my last duty.

It's just gonna go on and 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...

Those other oases were taken as close

to conclusion as humanly possible.

And if I may speak freely?

We're all friends here.

This should not be his first assignment.

Oh, come on, I knew it.

This is not my first assignment,

you d*ck.

It's too soon for him.

Hey man, you know I'm right here.

You can say that sh*t to my face.

Captain...

It's too soon for you.

Captain, if we can just talk in private?

This isn't working.

It's a personal thing.

Maybe...

Just shut up, Mills.

Look, I don't have anyone else

to put on this and you know it.

This is Metro.

You don't just get to swap.

Give it to me.

Say what?

Yeah, he doesn't want it, f*ck him.

Sorry, but 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.

All right, calm down.

Calm down.

Quiet down.

Calm down. Quiet down.

Now, here's how it's gonna work.

I'll answer questions for 10 minutes

and 10 minutes only.

If those questions do not come in

a calm, sane and orderly fashion...

I'm on my way out here.

Detective?

Detective?

Can I have a moment of your time?

No.

I will not discuss the details

of this ongoing investigation

so don't even bother asking.

What you guys got for me?

Nothing yet, boss.

Why don't you guys, go get a coffee.

We have this breaking story for you.

We're going to go live downtown...

where defense attorney Eli Gould

was found m*rder*d this morning.

District Attorney Martin Talbot

is taking questions from reporters.

There could be a conflict of interest?

That is ridiculous to the point

of being offensive.

There is no conflict whatsoever.

And any claim that there

could be is irresponsible.

Mr. Talbot, Mr. Talbot.

Now hold on.

It's rumored you're far

from apprehending a suspect?

Let me address that.

I've just come from a meeting of law

enforcement officials and they've assured me,

they have their very best men on this.

This will be the very definition

of swift justice.

Pardon me, George.

Somerset.

Come in.

Have you heard the news?

Nope, haven't heard.

Eli Gould was found m*rder*d

this morning.

Someone broke into his law firm

and bled him to death.

Wrote the word greed on the floor.

Greed?

Yeah, in blood.

Mills is heading up the investigation.

Excuse me.

Excuse me?

Could you not do that, please?

Oh, Ok.

Well, good for him.

What in the hell are you gonna do

with yourself out there, Somerset?

Oh, I'll work, maybe on a farm.

Fix my house.

Don't you feel it?

Don't you feel that feeling?

You're not gonna be a cop anymore.

That's the whole idea.

I don't think you're leaving.

Hell, you can't leave all this.

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 just last night

about four blocks from here.

Yeah, 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 fat boy's stomach,

mixed in with food.

Looks like plastic, little pieces of plastic.

Set them on the desk, please.

They were...

They were fed to him.

Oh, Lord.

This was found on the wall

behind the refrigerator,

in the obesity m*rder 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.

Somerset.

He wanted it.

Damn.

I'm all over it.

Where you headed?

Far away from here.

Thanks, George.

How you doing?

Just a few things to look up.

Ok. Sit where you'd like.

How's everybody?

Hi, Smiley.

Come on, George,

the cards are getting cold.

Duty calls.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

I'll never understand.

All these books,

a world of knowledge at your fingertips.

What do you do?

You play poker all night.

Hey, we got culture.

Yeah, we got culture

coming out of our asses.

All right.

How's this for culture?

You know, Smiley...

you're really gonna miss us.

I just might.

f*cking Dante.

g*dd*mn poetry-writing,

f*gg*t piece of sh*t.

f*ck.

Yeah?

Good work, officer.

Thank you, Lord.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Be out of your way in a second.

You want your chair?

No. You go ahead.

Yeah?

Phone.

It's a package deal.

Comes with the office.

Mills.

Honey.

Are you Ok, something wrong?

No.

You dingle berry, I...

told you not to call me

here when I'm working.

Yeah. Why?

Why?

Why?

Come on.

Ok.

It's my wife.

Sorry?

She'd like to speak to you.

This is Detective Somerset.

Oh, it's nice to speak with you.

Well, it's nice to talk to you too.

I appreciate the offer, but...

Well, in that case I'd be delighted.

Great.

Yes, thank you very much.

Thank you. See you later.

Bye.

Hon, what...

Well?

Sorry?

What?

I've been invited to a late supper

at your apartment.

I accepted.

At my... How's that?

To night.

Hello, men.

Hi, loser.

Hi, idiot.

This is Tracy.

Somerset.

Hello.

I'm very happy to meet you.

I've heard a lot about you.

Except, of course, your first name.

It's William.

Well, it's a good name, William.

William, I'd like you to meet David.

David, this is William.

Ok, all right, I'm gonna. I'll be right back.

How are the kids?

Good, they're in the room.

Come on in.

Oh, good dogs.

How are you, good dogs?

How are you, pretty?

How are you?

How are you?

Smells good.

What?

Yeah.

I mean, thank you.

Please have a seat, if you like.

Would you like something to drink?

No. No, thanks.

I'll wait.

Ok, you can just throw that anywhere.

You'll have to excuse all this mess.

You know, we're still unpacking.

I understand you two

were high school sweethearts.

Pretty hokey.

You know something?

I knew on our first date that this

was the guy I was gonna marry.

Really?

He was the funniest guy I'd ever met.

Really?

Well, it's kind of rare nowadays, you know.

I mean, that level of commitment.

Oh, don't worry.

I won't wear it to the dinner table.

No.

I... You know, no matter

how often I see g*ns, I just...

I can't get used to them.

Same here.

Why aren't you married, William?

Oh, Trace, what the hell?

I was close once.

It just didn't happen.

It surprises me.

It really does.

Well...

Anyone who spends a significant amount

of time with me finds me disagreeable.

Just ask your husband.

Very true.

Very, very true.

So how long have you lived here?

Too long.

How are you liking it?

You know, takes time, settle in.

It'll be good.

Well, you get numb after awhile.

There are things to any city.

Subway.

It will go away in a minute.

It's nothing.

Real estate guy.

f*cking piece of...

Sorry, honey.

He's...

He shows us the place

a few times.

I think he's good.

He's efficient.

Tracy really likes him.

Then I start wondering why will he only

bring us here five minutes at a time, yeah?

We found out the first night.

The soothing, relaxing, vibrating home.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, all right, laugh it up.

I don't know why you're laughing.

All right, already.

The guy would've had to get

into the building

before the office was closed

and security tightened.

Now, Gould would've been working late.

I'm certain. He was the biggest

defense lawyer in town.

Infamous, really.

Now listen, body was found

on Tuesday morning.

The office was closed on Monday, which

means the guy could've gotten in Friday...

laid low till the cleaning crew left then

had his way with Gould all day Saturday...

Sunday, maybe even Monday.

Hey, look at this.

Gould was bound, right arm almost free.

He was handed a butcher's knife.

Check out the scale.

A pound of flesh?

Yeah.

One pound of flesh,

no more, no less.

No cartilage, no bone,

but only flesh.

Merchant of Venice.

Didn't see it.

This task done and

he would go free.

I'm telling you that chair

was soaked through with sweat.

Of course.

The k*ller would've wanted Gould

to take his time...

to sit and decide which out to make first.

Imagine it.

There's a g*n in your face.

Which part of your body is expendable?

What about the love handle?

Cut along the side of his own stomach.

All right, let's take a fresh look at these.

Even though the corpse is there,

look through it.

Edit out the initial shock.

Trick is to find one item,

one detail and focus on it...

until it's an exhausted possibility.

Just gonna 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.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, like in,

The Parson's Tale and...

What's this?

Dante.

You read them?

Yeah.

Well, parts.

Hey, remember in... Purgatory?

Dante and his buddy,

they're climbing up the hill,

they're checking out all the sinners, yeah?

Yeah, the seven terraces of purgation.

Yeah, yeah, right.

But there, pride comes first, not gluttony.

Yeah, well, for now, let's just consider that

the books were the k*ller's inspiration.

The sermons were about atonement for sin.

These murders are like forced attrition.

Forced what?

Attrition.

It's when you regret your sins,

but not because you love God.

Oh, like because someone's sticking

a f*cking g*n in your face.

No fingerprints.

Nope.

Totally unrelated victims.

Yeah.

And no witnesses of any kind.

Which I don't get.

Because the f*ck had to get back out.

Well, in any major city, minding

your own business is a science.

The first thing they teach women in

r*pe prevention is never cry for help.

Always yell fire.

Nobody answers to Help.

You holler fire, they come running.

That's f*cked up.

He must've left another puzzle piece.

You know what?

Thank you for talking this out,

but I gotta sleep.

Walk the dogs.

This is just strictly to satisfy my curiosity.

I'm still leaving at the end of the week.

Oh, sh*t.

No, wait, wait.

Gould's wife.

She was out of town at the time.

So this means she saw something.

What if it's a threat?

Well, I put her in a safe house.

She wasn't too 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?

Yeah, Ok. What?

I don't know.

But that's the one thing.

Sign us in.

Gotta see Mrs. Gould.

Treat me like a prisoner.

Why do you have a phone if I can't

make long distance phone calls?

Mrs. Gould?

Don't treat people like this.

Mrs. Gould, I am sorry.

I truly am.

I don't understand.

Ok, I need you to look at

each photo very carefully.

Look and see if there's anything

strange or out of place.

Anything at all.

I don't see anything.

You're sure?

Please, I just...

I can't do this right now.

Ok.

It's got to be now.

There may be something we haven't seen.

Wait.

What?

Here.

This painting, it's upside down.

You sure your men didn't move this?

No, no.

Those shots were taken before forensics.

Nothing.

There's gotta be something.

Moved the screws to rehang it.

Yep.

What the f*ck is that?

Switchblade.

g*dd*mn it.

There must be something.

He didn't paint the f*cking thing.

No, he's f*cking with us,

that's what he's doing.

See this? This is us.

Yeah.

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?

No.

I can tell you, guys, just by

looking at the swirl pattern...

they're not the victim's fingerprints.

I don't know, man.

I say he's whacked enough.

It doesn't fit.

He doesn't wants us to help him stop.

Who knows?

So many freaks out there doing their

little evil deeds they don't wanna do.

The voices made me do it.

My dog made me do it.

Jodie Foster told me to do it.

You know, um, I've seen this baby take as

long as three days to make a match,

so maybe you guys wanna cross

your fingers somewhere else.

You meant what you said to

Mrs. Gould, didn't you?

About catching this guy.

Yeah.

Wish I still thought the way you do.

Why don't you tell me what the hell

it is you think we're doing then.

Picking up the pieces.

We're collecting all the evidence,

taking all the pictures and samples.

Writing everything down.

Noting the time things happened.

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 try to 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

at the scene by Homicide.

He's got a long history

of serious mental illness.

His parents gave him a very strict

Southern Baptist upbringing.

But somewhere along the line,

they fell short.

Now, Victor dabbled in drugs,

armed robbery and as*ault.

Spent time in prison here a while back

for the attempted r*pe of a minor.

But his lawyer saw to it that didn't last long.

His lawyer, by the way,

is the recently deceased Eli Gould.

Greed m*rder victim.

Yes, sir.

We're gonna finish this thing

up today, ladies and germs.

Victor's been out of circulation a while,

but there's still a residence in his name.

You're not buying all this, are you?

Doesn't seem like our guy, does it?

You tell me.

Our k*ller seems to have more purpose.

You ever take a b*llet?

Never in my 34 years, knock wood.

I've only taken my g*n out three times

with the intention of using it.

Never pulled the trigger.

Not once.

You?

Yeah, but, no, I never took a...

I never took a b*llet.

But I pulled my g*n once, shot it once.

Really?

It was my first one of these.

We were a secondary unit.

I was pretty shaky going in.

I was a rookie then.

Anyway, we bust open the door

looking for this junkie and...

the f*ck just opened fire on us.

One cop got hit in the arm.

Christ, what was his name?

Spun him like a top.

You know, I mean,

more like slow motion.

I remember...

riding in that ambulance.

Well, he died right there.

Right there.

Christ, what was his f*cking name?

All rise.

Let's do it. Let's do it.

Go, go, go. Move.

Ok.

Get up there.

SWAT goes before dicks.

Hey.

They love this.

Police.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Morning, sweetheart.

Get up now, m*therf*cker.

Now!

Get up, you sack of sh*t.

Oh, f*ck me.

Dicks, you'll wanna

come take a look at this.

Dicks!

Jesus.

Victor?

What the hell?

Yeah, it's just Victor.

Call an ambulance.

What is this?

Hearse more like it.

Also Forensics.

California, get your people out.

Go on now.

No one touches anything.

It's some frigging wax

sculpture or something.

Sloth.

Oh, man.

g*dd*mn.

Those pictures were dated three days ago.

This must be the first one.

Look.

It's dated exactly one year ago today.

I got a hair sample, I got a stool

sample, I got piss, I got fingernails.

He's laughing at us.

You got what you deserved.

He's alive, he's alive!

That c*cksucker's alive!

g*ns down.

Still breathing!

g*ns down! Emergency on that ambulance!

Coming through.

He's playing games.

No sh*t.

Look, we have to divorce ourselves

from emotion here.

No matter how hard it is we have

to remain focused on the details.

Hey, man, I feed off my emotions.

How's that?

Are you listening to me?

Yes, I can hear you.

Excuse me.

What are you doing?

Closed crime scene, get the f*ck out here.

I got a right to be here.

UPI photographer.

Get out here. Get out here!

Hey, I got a f*cking right to be here.

Get out of here.

Get out here!

f*cking jerk.

Jesus. f*ck you.

I got your picture, man.

Oh, yeah?

I got your picture.

Oh, yeah?

Detective Mills, M-I-L-L-S, f*ck off.

I'm surprised you can spell.

f*ck you.

How do they get here so f*cking quick?

They pay police for the information.

And they pay well.

Hey, man, I'm sorry, I...

Those...

You know, they piss me off.

It's Ok.

It's impressive to see a man

feeding off his emotions.

A year of immobility seems about right,

judging by the deterioration

of the muscles and the spine.

Blood tests show a whole smorgasbord

of drugs in his system.

Even an antibiotic,

which must've been administered

to keep the bed sores from infecting.

Now, has he tried to speak

or communicate in any way?

Even if his brain were not mush,

which it is...

he chewed off his own tongue long ago.

Doc.

Is there absolutely no chance

that he might survive?

Detective, he'd die of shock right now if

you were to shine 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.

Yeah?

Hello, William?

It's Tracy.

Tracy?

Is everything all right?

Yeah, yes, everything's fine.

Where's David?

He's just...

He's in the other room.

He's in the shower.

I'm sorry to call you like this.

Oh, it's all right...

What can I do for you, Tracy?

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, Ok?

I have to go now.

Well, good night.

Good night.

I mean, you know this city so well.

You've been here so long.

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. You know, I can't be a burden.

Especially now.

I'll get used to things.

You know? I think I just,

I wanted to talk to someone who's

lived here for a long time and...

I mean, upstate, you know, it's a

completely different environment.

Did David tell you that I teach fifth grade?

Well, I did.

He mentioned it.

I've been going around,

you know, 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, Tracy.

David and I are gonna have a baby.

Oh, Tracy, I...

I don't think I'm the...

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? 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 wanna have children.

I can tell you now...

I'm... I know, I mean...

I'm positive that I made the right decision.

But there's not a day that passes,

that I don't wish that I had made

a different choice.

If you don't keep...

The baby, I mean, if that's your decision...

don't ever tell him

that 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, Tracy.

I got to go.

William.

Thank you.

Victor's landlord said there was an

envelope of cash in the office mailbox,

the first of every month.

Quote,

I never heard a single complaint

from the tenant in Apartment 306.

And nobody ever complained about him.

He's the best tenant I've ever had, end quote.

Yeah, 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 do we gotta sit here rotting,

waiting till the lunatic does it again?

It's dismissive to call him a lunatic.

Don't make that mistake.

Come on, he's insane.

Look.

Right now he's probably dancing

around in his grandma's panties.

Yeah, rubbing himself in peanut butter.

How's that?

I don't think so.

His luck will run out.

Not depending on luck.

We walked into that apartment exactly one

year after he tied Victor to the bed.

One year to the day.

He wanted us to.

Don't know that for sure.

Oh, 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,.

f*ck 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 plant fingerprints.

To insert tubes into his genitals.

This guy is methodical, exacting,

and worst of all, patient.

He's a nut bag.

And just because the f*ck's got

a library card doesn't make him Yoda.

How much money you got?

I got like 50. 50 bucks.

I propose a field trip. Come on.

We'll make a list.

At the top we'll put Purgatory,

Canterbury Tales.

Anything relating

to the seven deadly sins.

Ask yourself...

Hey, wait, wait.

What would he study

to do the things he's done?

What are his interests now?

Jack the Ripper, for instance.

Where are we going?

Library.

Coupons, coupons, free coupons.

Discount... Discount coupons.

They must've had about 50 health

violations during the 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 for some reason,

I don't think I know what the f*ck we're doing.

f*ck.

Hey, Somerset, how you doing?

Ok.

Didn't figure this was a ménage á trois.

It's not a problem.

Sit down.

Only for you do I do this,

it's a big risk.

So I figure we're just fair and square.

It's a deal.

All right.

About an hour.

Yeah, help yourself.

Well, that was money well spent.

Yeah.

All right.

By telling you this, I'm trusting

you more than I trust most people.

Well, good, because I'm ready to punch you.

It's probably nothing, but even if it is,

it's no skin off our teeth.

The guy in the pizza parlor

is a friend from the Bureau.

Who, stinky man?

See, for years the FBI's been hooked

into the library system, keeping records.

Assessing fines?

No, monitoring reading habits.

Look.

What?

Certain books are flagged.

Books on say, nuclear weapons and,

well, Mein Kampf.

Anyone who checks out a flagged book,

has his library records fed

into the FBI's computers then on.

Wait, wait, wait, how is this legal?

Oh, legal, ill*gal.

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...

ID and a current phone bill, see?

So they run a list.

Precisely.

If you wanna know who's reading

Purgatory and Paradise Lost,

and Helter Skelter,

the FBI's computers will tell us.

It could give us a name.

It could.

Could get a name of some 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?

I don't.

Neither do you.

Exactly.

The Divine Comedy.

History of Catholicism.

There's a book called

Murderers and Madmen.

Modern Homicide Investigation,

In Cold Blood.

Of Human Bondage. Bondage?

Not what you think.

Ok.

The Marquis de Sade.

It's the Marquis de Sade.

Whatever.

The Writings of Saint

Thomas Aqua... Something.

Saint Thomas Aquinas.

There it is.

He wrote about the seven deadly sins.

Is that it?

Yeah.

Let's try it.

Jonathan Doe?

Whatever.

We're sure about that name?

Yeah.

You saw it, John Doe.

You wanna go back, I'll go back.

Let's take a look at him.

Talk to him.

This is crazy.

Ah, we'll just talk to him.

Excuse me, sir. Are you by

any chance a serial k*ller?

Ok.

You do the talking.

Put that silver tongue of yours to work.

No.

You been talking to my wife?

This is Ret*rded.

Charlie's f*cking Angels.

A name off a computer.

Mills.

f*ck.

You hit?

No.

He's going down, he's going down!

Fifth floor.

Mills.

Mommy?

Mommy?

Police. Is there a back way out?

Lock your door.

What the hell is going on, man?

Get out of the f*cking hall, please.

Get down.

Hey.

Get the f*ck down.

sh*t.

Get the f*ck out of there.

Hey! Shut the f*ck up!

g*dd*mn it.

f*ck.

Get out of the f*cking way! Move!

Mills?

No.

Mills.

Mills, you Ok?

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

Where are you going?

I'm going in.

No, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait.

What are you talking about?

He shot at us.

You can't.

The hell we can't.

We need a warrant.

We got probable cause.

Come on.

Think about it, think.

How did we get here?

I can't tell anyone this.

Oh, come on.

I can't tell anyone.

Get out of the way.

We have no reason to be here.

Will you listen to me?

Get off.

Listen to me, listen.

Get the f*ck off me.

All right, all right, I'm sorry.

But would you

just pay attention a minute?

If we leave a hole like this,

we won't be able to prosecute.

The f*cking guy will walk.

Now, is that what you want?

By the time we clear a warrant,

someone else... No, f*ck that.

We need a reason to knock on this door.

No, no.

Think about it.

Ok?

Ok, man. Ok.

You're right.

I'm all f*cked 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 like,

I noticed this guy going out a lot.

When the murders was happening, so I...

So...

So you called Detective Somerset, right?

Yeah, right, right, so I called the detective,

because this guy was creepy and sh*t and,

one of the murders,

it happened right over there.

Ok. Ok. Ok. I told you the rest. You got it?

Called the cops.

Good?

Got your story.

Have her sign. You gotta sign.

Ok.

Ok?

Good, good, good.

All right.

You did good.

I did what you said.

Here you go.

You get something to eat, all right?

You eat.

Everybody, stay outside.

Victor.

Somerset!

Somerset!

Yeah?

What?

We had him.

What are you talking about?

The f*cking photographer

in the f*cking stairs.

We had him and we let him go.

You're sure this is him?

Yup, good, good.

Yup.

Yeah, good, get it out.

All right.

We've got nothing, no pay stubs, no

appointment books, no addresses.

This is the best, this receipt.

Keep looking.

Let me show you something.

This was under the bed.

His only source of funds.

No kidding, we got his money.

f*cking A, I like it.

Wait. There's one more thing and

you won't believe this.

You're probably not gonna believe this.

We haven't found a fingerprint yet.

Not a single one.

You're right, I don't believe you.

Keep looking.

We could use some

more men here.

Hey, man, I'm doing the best I can.

What are you getting with all this?

There are 2000 notebooks on these shelves.

And each notebook contains

about 250 pages.

Forget it.

Anything about the killings?

What sick ridiculous puppets we are,

and what a gross stage we dance on.

What fun we have dancing and f*cking.

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 came up

to me to start a conversation.

He made small talk, a lonely man,

talking about the weather and things.

I tried to be pleasant and accommodating.

But my head began to hurt

from his banality.

I 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.

If we had 50 men reading in 24-hour shifts,

it'd still take two months.

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know.

Where's that phone?

Phone? Phone?

Phone?

People, quiet.

Hello?

I admire you.

I don't know how you found me,

but imagine my surprise.

I respect you law enforcement

agents more every day.

Well, I appreciate that, John.

I tell you...

No, listen, all right?

I'll be re-adjusting my schedule

in light of today's little setback.

I just had to call and

express my admiration.

Sorry I had to hurt one of you,

but I didn't really have a choice, did I?

You will accept my apology, won't you?

I feel like saying more, but I

don't wanna ruin the surprise.

Adjusting my schedule

after 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, we know him.

Who's the blonde?

Looks like a pro.

Maybe.

She caught John Doe's eye.

Yeah, he came and collected it last night.

Last night?

Yeah.

This man?

Yeah, John Doe.

It's an easy name to remember.

He had a limp.

What was this job you did for him?

I've got a picture of it. Hang on.

One sweet piece, actually.

I thought he was one of them performance

artists, that's what I thought.

You know, the sort of guy that

pisses in a cup on stage and,

then drinks it.

Performance art.

I think I undercharged him, actually.

You made this for him?

Yeah, I've made weirder sh*t

than that. So what?

They found the blonde.

The picture.

The picture.

f*cking pigs.

We need you to move, pal.

I'll come out, but you guys...

Get the f*ck out of the booth.

I've been in this cage the whole time.

Ok?

I'm not f*cking with you.

Come on, this way.

Can you do something about this music?

Yeah, we're working on it.

We're looking for the guy.

You from Homicide?

You...

You better see this.

Yeah. All right.

Hey, easy. Got him?

Get this thing off of me.

Oh, God, get this thing off of me!

Get this thing off of me!

Get this off!

Get him out of here, now.

Get him out of here, now!

Come on, I wanna hear it again.

Tell me again.

Just... I don't know.

You heard nothing strange,

you saw nothing strange.

No.

No.

He asked me if I was married.

And I could see he had a g*n in his hand.

Where was the girl?

The what? What?

The girl, the prost*tute.

Where was she?

Someone comes to your establishment.

They want to go downstairs

and wanna get a little oh la la.

Whatever.

They got to come to you, yeah?

You didn't see anyone?

With a package? A knapsack?

Something under their arm?

Hey, everybody that comes in there's

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 g*n and he made it happen.

He made me do it.

He put that thing on me.

And he made me wear it.

Then he, he, he, told me to f*ck her.

And I did. I f*cked her.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, God, he had a g*n in my mouth.

The f*cking g*n was in my throat.

f*ck.

Oh, God, God.

God, help me.

Please, please, help me.

Please, please, help me.

You know, this isn't gonna

have a happy ending.

It's not possible.

Hey, if we catch him, I'll be happy enough.

If we catch John Doe

and he turns out to be the devil,

I mean if he's Satan himself,

that might live up to our expectations,

but he's not the devil.

He's just a man.

You know...

see, you b*tch and you complain

and you tell me these things. These...

If you think you're preparing

me for hard times,

thank you but...

But you gotta be a hero.

You wanna be a champion.

Well let me tell you,

people don't want a champion.

They wanna eat cheeseburgers,

play lotto and watch TV.

How did you get like this?

I wanna know.

It 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 different or better.

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.

Yeah.

It's easier to steal what you

want than it is to earn it.

It's easier to beat a child

than it is to raise it.

Hell, love costs.

It takes effort and work.

We are talking about people

who are mentally ill.

We are talking about people,

f*cking crazies.

No. No, we're not.

Yes, today.

We're talking about everyday life here.

You can't afford to be this naive.

f*ck off.

See, you should listen to yourself.

Yeah.

You say that the problem

with people is that they don't care.

So I don't care about people.

It makes no sense.

You know why?

You care?

You wanna know?

Damn right.

And you're gonna make a difference?

Whatever the point is,

is that I don't think you're quitting,

because you believe these things

you say. I don't.

I think you wanna believe them

because you're quitting.

You want me to agree with you and say,

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're right.

It's all f*cked up.

It's a f*cking mess.

We should all go live in

a f*cking 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 gonna go home.

Thank you, though.

I love 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 we 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.

But you'll be d*sfigured.

Or you can put yourself out of your own misery.

Come on.

Cut off her nose.

To spite her face.

And he did it very recently.

Listen.

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

I figure one of two things will happen.

We'll get John Doe or he'll finish his series

of seven and this case will go on for years.

Hey man, you don't have

to do me any favors.

Thank you, but I got it.

I'm requesting that you keep me

on as your partner for a few more days.

You'd be doing me a favor.

You knew I'd say yes.

Hey, we're here.

Wonderful.

Your wife called.

Get yourself an answering machine.

Detective?

After this, I'm gone.

Detective?

No big surprise.

Detective!

You're looking for me.

Hey!

Don't you f*cking move.

On the f*cking floor.

Keep away from him!

On the f*cking floor.

I know you.

Now. Get down.

Get down on your stomach,

you piece of sh*t.

Now. All the way!

All the way, f*ck! Down!

Faster. Faster. Faster, f*ck.

Now. Nose on the ground.

Jesus Christ.

What the f*ck is this?

I'd like to speak to my lawyer, please.

g*dd*mn it.

He cuts the skin off the tips

of his fingers.

That's why we couldn't find one

single usable print in his apartment.

Looks like he's been doing it

for a quite sometime.

What about the bank accounts?

The g*ns?

So far everything's a dead end.

No credit history.

No employment records.

His bank account's only 5 years old

and it was started with cash.

We're even trying to trace his furniture.

About only thing we know

about that guy right now,

is that he's independently wealthy,

well-educated and totally insane.

Because he's John Doe by choice.

Ok, so when do we get to question him?

You don't.

He going to court now.

What?

I'm telling you, there's no

way he'd turn himself in.

It doesn't make any sense.

Well, there he sits.

It's not supposed to make any sense.

He's not finished.

No, he's pissing in our faces.

We're just taking it like idiots.

You know what I'm talking about.

For the first time ever,

you and I are in total agreement.

He wouldn't just stop.

So, what the f*ck, 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 these bodies,

but only Detective Mills and

Somerset, only at 6:00 today.

Why us?

He says he admires you.

It's part of the game.

The client claims if the detectives do not

accept this these bodies will never be found.

Frankly, I'm inclined to let them rot.

We've got him.

Downstairs, locked up.

Done deal.

He's gonna get his free room and board,

get his free cable TV.

Hell, my wife doesn't even have cable.

Why are we having this conversation?

Mills.

Hey, something stinks.

And this one here in the street.

Yeah, you, in your $3000 suit

and that smug smile on your face,

dealing for that sh*t, I don't like it...

Mills.

I am required by law to serve my clients,

Oh, Jesus.

To the best of my ability.

To serve their best interest.

We don't make deals here, Mr. Swarr.

My client also wishes inform you

that if you do not accept,

he will plead insanity across the board.

Let him try it.

I'd like to see him try.

Come on now, we all know

the extreme nature of these crimes,

I could get him off with such a plea.

I'm not letting this conviction slide.

I can tell you that.

He says that 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 has to be the both of you.

If he were to claim insanity,

this conversation is admissible.

The fact that he's blackmailing us

with his plea.

And my client would like

to remind you two more are dead.

Press would have a field day

if they find out the police didn't

seem concerned about finding them.

Giving them a proper burial.

Yeah if in fact there are two more dead.

Lab report came up from downtown. They

did a quickie on Doe's clothing and nails.

They found blood from Doe.

From him slicing his 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 should fly out...

I want you to have expected it.

I will.

Hey, 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 actually file a claim,

I'd buy you one out of my own pocket.

If I keep coming home late,

my wife's gonna think something's up.

You know...

Yeah.

What?

Let's go.

C-Victor -5-5 take. Clear the TC.

Pull around.

There it is. Late-model black

sedan at your 10 o'clock.

Who are you, John?

Who are you really?

What do you mean?

All I mean at this stage,

what harm can it do to tell

us a bit about yourself?

It doesn't matter who I am.

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 pick up

two more dead bodies, are we, John?

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 sledgehammer.

And 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?

Yes.

See, I don't... 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 gonna care.

No one's gonna give a sh*t,

no one's gonna 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?

I mean, as far as master plans go, John...

I can't wait for you to see.

I really can't.

It's really going to be something.

Well, you know what?

I'm gonna be standing right next to you.

So when this big thing happens,

you be sure and let me know.

Because I wouldn't wanna miss it.

Oh, don't worry.

You won't.

You won't miss a thing.

With the tour bus itself,

give two miles separation.

What's so exciting?

It's not too far now.

High-tension lines ahead.

Prepare for frequency change.

I've been trying to figure something,

in my head and maybe

you can help me out, yeah?

When a person is insane,

as you clearly are...

do you know that you're insane?

Maybe you're sitting around,

reading g*ns and a*mo,

masturbating in your own feces,

do you just stop and go,

Wow, it is amazing how

f*cking crazy I really am?

Yeah. 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.

Well, whatever.

I don't doubt that you believe that, John.

But seems to me that you're

overlooking a glaring 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 out of it.

You enjoyed torturing those people.

This doesn't seem in keeping

with martyrdom, does it?

John?

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.

I would never...

You wouldn't 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 k*ll innocent people.

Innocent?

Is that supposed to be funny?

An obese man.

A disgusting man who

could barely stand up.

A man if you saw him in the street,

you'd point him out to your friends

so they'd join you in mocking him.

A man, who if you saw him

while you were eating,

you wouldn't be able to finish your meal.

And after him, I picked the lawyer.

You both must have to secretly

thank me for that one.

This is a man who dedicated his life,

to making money by lying with

every breath that he could muster,

to keeping murderers and

rapists on the streets.

Murderers?

A woman.

Murderers, John, like yourself?

A woman...

so ugly on the inside that she

couldn't bear to go on 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 wh*re.

Only in a world this shitty...

could you even try to say these

innocent people 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...

It's trivial.

We tolerate it morning, noon and night.

Well, not anymore.

I'm setting the example.

And what I've done is gonna be,

puzzled over,

and studied,

and followed,

forever.

Yeah.

Delusions of grandeur.

You should be thanking me.

Why's 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. No, we would've 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?

Tell me, 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 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 k*ll you.

Ok, sit back.

I spared you.

Sit back.

Remember that detective,

every time you look in the mirror,

at that face of yours

for the rest of your life,

or should I say,

for the rest of what life

I allow you to have.

Sit back!

Sit back, you f*cking freak.

Shut your f*cking mouth.

You're no Messiah.

You're a movie of the week.

You're a f*cking 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, John, that 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 is talking about.

Right to your 9 o'clock

and follow that access road.

Your signal's breaking up, Viking.

Un-f*cking-avoidable, Center. We're

in power-line city, deal with it.

This sure as sh*t is no ambush out here.

No f*cking nothing out here.

Can't land anywhere near.

They're gonna be coming up

behind us in about two minutes.

I want you to go up, way up.

Thirty seconds, bank east on my mark.

Thirty seconds.

I'm getting him out.

Target is now fully into standby.

Got you in sight.

Get out.

Slowly.

Stop.

Stay.

What do you got?

Dead dog.

I didn't do that.

We're holding on standby, copy?

What time is it?

Why?

I'd like to know.

7.01

It's close.

Let's go take a look.

It's this way.

Bird 2, close your distance.

This is Bird 2.

They're away from the car.

Coming in closer.

We got them.

We got them. Closing in.

Negative.

Negative. Hold your go.

Mills?

Down, down, down.

Watch him.

There he goes.

It's good we have some time to talk.

Van approaching.

Stay on the guy in red. Do not take

the cross hairs off the guy in red.

He's going out to meet

the van. Just stay down.

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 sh**t 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.

Stay alert.

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 said he wanted it here at exactly 7:00.

Put it down.

We got a box.

We got a box. Call the b*mb squad.

I need a b*mb squad. We got a box.

Face the van.

Hands up.

Turn around.

Ok. Go.

Off you go. Go.

Do you want us to pick this guy up?

I'm sending the driver out on foot.

Got the driver in sight.

He's headed north along the road.

Have him picked up.

Oh, I don't know.

I'm gonna open it.

When I said I admired you,

I meant what I said.

It's blood.

You've made quite a life

for yourself detective.

You should be very proud.

Shut the f*ck up, you piece of sh*t.

Someone lost contact, copy.

California, stay away from here.

Stay away from here, now.

Don't come in here.

Whatever you hear, stay away.

John Doe has the upper hand.

Mills!

Here he comes.

Throw your g*n down!

What?

I wish I could've lived like you.

Shut up.

What the f*ck you talking about?

Go away!

Do you hear me, detective?

I'm trying to tell you how much

I admire you and your pretty wife.

What?

Tracy.

Mills!

What'd you f*cking say?

It's disturbing how easily a member of

the press can purchase information

from the men in your precinct.

What the f*ck?

Throw your g*n down!

I visited your home this morning.

After you'd left.

Mills!

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.

Mills.

Mills.

What's he talking about?

Give me your g*n.

What's going on over there?

Put the...

Put the g*n down.

I saw you with a box.

What was in the box?

Because I envy your normal life.

Put the g*n down, David.

It seems that envy is my sin.

Oh, what's in the box?

Not until you give me the g*n.

What's in the f*cking box?

Give me the g*n.

He just told you.

You lie. You're a f*cking liar, shut up.

David.

That's what he wants.

He wants. He wants you to sh**t him.

No!

No.

You tell me, you tell me that's not true.

That's not true.

Become vengeance, David.

Oh, she's all right. You tell me.

Become...

wrath.

Tell me she's all right!

If you m*rder a suspect, David...

No.

You throw it all away, he knows it.

No!

She begged for her life detective.

Shut up.

She begged for her life and for

the life of the baby inside of her.

Shut up!

He didn't know.

Give me the g*n, David.

David.

If you k*ll him...

he will win.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, f*ck, 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 gonna 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.