Boo. Ran out of time for Much Ado.
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lotus0kidAll right! Things I want to watch tonight:
1) The rest of Seven, now I’ve got my replacement DVD.
2) Much Ado About Nothing with Catherine Tate and David Tennant once I purchase it. *GRABBY HANDS GRABBY HANDS GRABBY HANDS*
3) Dirty Jobs at 9pm if I can. I dunno, sometimes I really feel like watching that show.
So, with that eclectic mix, let’s get cracking! (Hopefully not literally, John Doe.)
First part.
So, Mills and Somerset at a pizza joint slip a guy some money and he sits at their booth. Apparently Somerset’s cashing in a favor with this guy. He says “About an hour,” and leaves. Cut to Mills and Somerset sitting in a barbershop. Mills is getting pissier by the minute, so Somerset lets him know that the guy is FBI, and he’s been monitoring certain books in the library, stuff like Mein Kampf, and keeping records on who’s been reading them. Heh, that sounds plausible, unfortunately. The FBI guy shows up with some papers, and they come up with the name “Jonathan Doe” and head to his apartment.
A man appears at the end of the hallway from where Mills and Somerset are standing outside a door. Uh oh, he pulls a gun and shoots a bunch but neither Mills nor Somerset are hit. Mills chases him to a stairwell and heads down. Somerset heads for a back exit. A woman gets shoved out of an apartment and Mills runs inside. John Doe has climbed out a bathroom window and back inside some other window, I think Somerset catches sight of him. Doe runs through some lower level, favoring a leg.
Uh, I’m not sure how, but now Doe has climbed down a fire escape and is dodging through traffic with Mills still in pursuit. Somerset emerges from the building while Mills runs down an alley and edges around a big truck. Whoops! John Doe smacks him from above and he hits the ground. Doe holds Mills’ gun to his temple, but Somerset’s coming and he bolts.
They go back up to the apartment because Mills wants to go in but Somerset knows they don’t have enough evidence (that they can share with the chief). Mills is, as usual, pissed- though rightly so this time. Oh jeez, he gets all “You’re right, sorry, forget it” and promptly kicks the door in. Heh, cut to most likely a homeless person telling a cop that she(?) noticed how creepy Doe was and told Somerset. Smooth.
Oh boy, let’s take a little tour of the super special serial killer’s home! Some religious paraphernalia, those light-up wall screens they use for X-rays, a drawer with a ton of empty aspirin bottles. Gross, there’s Victor’s hand (used to make the “Help me” message). A receipt for a “Wild Bill’s Leather Shop” near a stalker-style picture of a woman. Ah, Somerset’s found the room of crazy ramblings and Mills has found the room of developing photographs from the gluttony and greed capers. Mills shouts for Somerset- ah, he’s realized that the guy snapping pictures at sloth’s scene was Doe, and yes, he’s as pissed as I knew he’d be, but more of a subdued pissed this time.
In the apartment, the cops have found no receipts (I assume the leather shop one wasn’t his) or address books or fingerprints, but they have found a stash of money. Somerset is hanging out in the John Doe Crazy Ramblings Library, reading excerpts. A phone rings somewhere- Mills picks it up and guess who! “I admire you,” Doe says, “I don’t know how you found me but imagine my surprise. I respect you law enforcement agents more every day.” How polite. He’ll “readjust his schedule,” and he apologizes for hurting “... one of you” (nice delivery, like he really doesn’t know or care which one it was).
SATURDAY. They’re at Wild Bill’s Leather Shop, and yeah, seems that receipt was for Doe. The guy at the counter thought he was a “performance artist,” not unreasonably. Somerset gets a call- they “found the blonde,” or the woman in the stalker-style photos. A cop leads the pair into some sex dungeon-y place with loud threatening music. They enter a specific room that has a man on the floor with two cops holding him while he screams, “Get this thing off of me!” There’s also a woman lying on a bed, you could only see her spread legs but I’m going to take a wild guess that she’s not alive.
In an interrogation room, Mills talks to the guy at the front booth of the dungeon-y place. He didn’t see anything strange. Somerset talks to the formerly screaming man, who says Doe was armed and asked if he was married. Oh. Somerset shows the man a picture of what was made for Doe at Wild Bill’s Leather Shop. It’s... Imagine a strap-on, if you will, and replace the dildo part with something A LOT sharper. That’s... about as bad as I could’ve asked for. Not that I could’ve possibly expected Doe to show any sympathy for a sex worker. *is ill, checks if Much Ado is downloaded yet*
*gets a Woodchuck, presses play*
Mills and Somerset go to a bar, and Somerset lets us all know that this won’t have a “happy ending.” Mills wants to know how Somerset “[got] like this.” Somerset hates that apathy is treated like a virtue in the city. Mills pulls his “they’re just crazy” shtick and Somerset tells him he can’t be so naïve. Mills says Somerset isn’t quitting because he’s sick of humanity, he’s telling himself he’s sick of humanity because he’s quitting. Interesting. Mills heads home, crawls into bed, and hugs his wife. Meanwhile, Somerset knocks the ticking metronome off his night stand, then throws the switchblade he carries at a dart board.
SUNDAY. “911, what is your emergency?” “I’ve gone... and done it again,” Doe says. Here we go. A woman lies in a white bed with a bottle of sleeping pills glued to one hand and a phone glued to another. Something very messy has happened to her head and PRIDE is scrawled on the wall above her. Apparently Doe cut up her face and then bandaged it. And she had to choose between calling for help and living disfigured, or taking the pills and dying. Well, that’s creative. Not really attrition, though, I don’t think. More of an object lesson.
Somerset has decided to stay on until “this is finished.” Holy crap, Somerset and Mills are walking into the precinct and Doe is walking about ten feet behind them saying, “Detective...” Not very impressive, dudes. Ha, so Doe gets frustrated and screams “DETECTIIIIVE!” Holds out his blood-smeared hands and says, “You’re looking for me.”
“I know you,” he says to I think Somerset as cops circle him. In interrogation, the chief says all they know about him is he’s “independently wealthy, well-educated, and totally insane.” Somerset and Mills both agree that Doe’s not done just because he turned himself in. Doe’s lawyer says Doe will take no one but Mills and Somerset to the last two victims at 6 o’clock in exchange for a full confession and guilty plea. If they don’t do it they’ll never find them and he’ll plead insanity and probably get off. Mills is in, Somerset too though reluctantly. Cut to them shaving their chests, presumably for a wire. “You know...” Mills says. “Yeah,” Somerset says. Aw, bromance.
Doe gets in the backseat of a car, Mills and Somerset in the front. Yeesh, I would not like to have that guy behind me, not even with handcuffs on him and a metal grate between us. Somerset asks who John Doe is, and he says who he is “means absolutely nothing, you need to stay on your left up here.” Mills tells Doe his great “work” will be forgotten in two months, but Doe believes otherwise. Considering the fact that you still hear about this movie, I think Doe is the more correct.
Somerset points out that if Doe was the God-chosen martyr he claims to be, he wouldn’t enjoy torturing people the way he clearly does. Doe says he doesn’t enjoy it more than Mills would enjoy some time alone with him in a windowless room. He says there’s nothing wrong with a man enjoying his work, then goes on a rant about the victims and their “sins” and exalts that he’ll be studied and followed and remembered forever. Doe and Mills get each other riled up, and that’s about it.
Uh oh, the police helicopter that’s following them is getting interference from a bunch of high-tension powerline towers the car drives through. I kind of feel like that might be John C. McGinley in the helicopter giving orders, but anyway. They pull up near a green mobile home and get out. Somerset spots a dead dog and Doe says, “I didn’t do that.” Heh. Doe leads them out over the dusty prairie (maybe this is LA after all?), and Somerset spots a van coming down the road. He runs toward it while Mills keeps a gun on Doe, who kneels and says, “There he goes. It’s good we have some time to talk.”
Somerset drives up and blocks the road, pulling his gun and ordering the van’s driver to get out. The driver says he has a package for Mills. Somerset verifies his ID and sends the driver away. He opens the box, and jumps back with a gasp. He tells “California” (the helicopter?) to stay away, that “John Doe has the upper hand.” He starts running back to Mills and Doe, shouting Mills name and to “throw down [his] gun.” I can really guess what’s happening, guys. “Do you hear me, Detective?” Doe is saying, “I’m trying to tell you how much I admire you, and your pretty wife. Tracy. ... I visited your house after you’d left. I tried to play husband. ... It didn’t work out, so I took a souvenir. Her pretty head.” Yup. “Because I envy your normal life. It seems that envy is my sin.” I was wondering how envy would work. Somerset is trying to get Mills to put down the gun, “That’s what he wants, he wants you to shoot him.”
“Become vengeance, David. Become wrath,” Doe tells Mills, “She begged for her life, Detective. She begged for her life, and for the life of the baby inside her.” Oh great. Mills is stunned. “If you kill him, he will win,” Somerset says. It’s not enough- Mills shoots Doe, a bunch of times.
Nightfall, and Mills is in the back of the car now. “We’ll take care of it,” the chief says. “Whatever he needs,” Somerset says. “Where will you be?” “Around, I’ll be around.”
Somerset in voiceover says (does Morgan Freeman ever get to not narrate), “Ernest Hemingway once wrote, ‘The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.’ I agree with the second part.”
1) The rest of Seven, now I’ve got my replacement DVD.
2) Much Ado About Nothing with Catherine Tate and David Tennant once I purchase it. *GRABBY HANDS GRABBY HANDS GRABBY HANDS*
3) Dirty Jobs at 9pm if I can. I dunno, sometimes I really feel like watching that show.
So, with that eclectic mix, let’s get cracking! (Hopefully not literally, John Doe.)
First part.
So, Mills and Somerset at a pizza joint slip a guy some money and he sits at their booth. Apparently Somerset’s cashing in a favor with this guy. He says “About an hour,” and leaves. Cut to Mills and Somerset sitting in a barbershop. Mills is getting pissier by the minute, so Somerset lets him know that the guy is FBI, and he’s been monitoring certain books in the library, stuff like Mein Kampf, and keeping records on who’s been reading them. Heh, that sounds plausible, unfortunately. The FBI guy shows up with some papers, and they come up with the name “Jonathan Doe” and head to his apartment.
A man appears at the end of the hallway from where Mills and Somerset are standing outside a door. Uh oh, he pulls a gun and shoots a bunch but neither Mills nor Somerset are hit. Mills chases him to a stairwell and heads down. Somerset heads for a back exit. A woman gets shoved out of an apartment and Mills runs inside. John Doe has climbed out a bathroom window and back inside some other window, I think Somerset catches sight of him. Doe runs through some lower level, favoring a leg.
Uh, I’m not sure how, but now Doe has climbed down a fire escape and is dodging through traffic with Mills still in pursuit. Somerset emerges from the building while Mills runs down an alley and edges around a big truck. Whoops! John Doe smacks him from above and he hits the ground. Doe holds Mills’ gun to his temple, but Somerset’s coming and he bolts.
They go back up to the apartment because Mills wants to go in but Somerset knows they don’t have enough evidence (that they can share with the chief). Mills is, as usual, pissed- though rightly so this time. Oh jeez, he gets all “You’re right, sorry, forget it” and promptly kicks the door in. Heh, cut to most likely a homeless person telling a cop that she(?) noticed how creepy Doe was and told Somerset. Smooth.
Oh boy, let’s take a little tour of the super special serial killer’s home! Some religious paraphernalia, those light-up wall screens they use for X-rays, a drawer with a ton of empty aspirin bottles. Gross, there’s Victor’s hand (used to make the “Help me” message). A receipt for a “Wild Bill’s Leather Shop” near a stalker-style picture of a woman. Ah, Somerset’s found the room of crazy ramblings and Mills has found the room of developing photographs from the gluttony and greed capers. Mills shouts for Somerset- ah, he’s realized that the guy snapping pictures at sloth’s scene was Doe, and yes, he’s as pissed as I knew he’d be, but more of a subdued pissed this time.
In the apartment, the cops have found no receipts (I assume the leather shop one wasn’t his) or address books or fingerprints, but they have found a stash of money. Somerset is hanging out in the John Doe Crazy Ramblings Library, reading excerpts. A phone rings somewhere- Mills picks it up and guess who! “I admire you,” Doe says, “I don’t know how you found me but imagine my surprise. I respect you law enforcement agents more every day.” How polite. He’ll “readjust his schedule,” and he apologizes for hurting “... one of you” (nice delivery, like he really doesn’t know or care which one it was).
SATURDAY. They’re at Wild Bill’s Leather Shop, and yeah, seems that receipt was for Doe. The guy at the counter thought he was a “performance artist,” not unreasonably. Somerset gets a call- they “found the blonde,” or the woman in the stalker-style photos. A cop leads the pair into some sex dungeon-y place with loud threatening music. They enter a specific room that has a man on the floor with two cops holding him while he screams, “Get this thing off of me!” There’s also a woman lying on a bed, you could only see her spread legs but I’m going to take a wild guess that she’s not alive.
In an interrogation room, Mills talks to the guy at the front booth of the dungeon-y place. He didn’t see anything strange. Somerset talks to the formerly screaming man, who says Doe was armed and asked if he was married. Oh. Somerset shows the man a picture of what was made for Doe at Wild Bill’s Leather Shop. It’s... Imagine a strap-on, if you will, and replace the dildo part with something A LOT sharper. That’s... about as bad as I could’ve asked for. Not that I could’ve possibly expected Doe to show any sympathy for a sex worker. *is ill, checks if Much Ado is downloaded yet*
*gets a Woodchuck, presses play*
Mills and Somerset go to a bar, and Somerset lets us all know that this won’t have a “happy ending.” Mills wants to know how Somerset “[got] like this.” Somerset hates that apathy is treated like a virtue in the city. Mills pulls his “they’re just crazy” shtick and Somerset tells him he can’t be so naïve. Mills says Somerset isn’t quitting because he’s sick of humanity, he’s telling himself he’s sick of humanity because he’s quitting. Interesting. Mills heads home, crawls into bed, and hugs his wife. Meanwhile, Somerset knocks the ticking metronome off his night stand, then throws the switchblade he carries at a dart board.
SUNDAY. “911, what is your emergency?” “I’ve gone... and done it again,” Doe says. Here we go. A woman lies in a white bed with a bottle of sleeping pills glued to one hand and a phone glued to another. Something very messy has happened to her head and PRIDE is scrawled on the wall above her. Apparently Doe cut up her face and then bandaged it. And she had to choose between calling for help and living disfigured, or taking the pills and dying. Well, that’s creative. Not really attrition, though, I don’t think. More of an object lesson.
Somerset has decided to stay on until “this is finished.” Holy crap, Somerset and Mills are walking into the precinct and Doe is walking about ten feet behind them saying, “Detective...” Not very impressive, dudes. Ha, so Doe gets frustrated and screams “DETECTIIIIVE!” Holds out his blood-smeared hands and says, “You’re looking for me.”
“I know you,” he says to I think Somerset as cops circle him. In interrogation, the chief says all they know about him is he’s “independently wealthy, well-educated, and totally insane.” Somerset and Mills both agree that Doe’s not done just because he turned himself in. Doe’s lawyer says Doe will take no one but Mills and Somerset to the last two victims at 6 o’clock in exchange for a full confession and guilty plea. If they don’t do it they’ll never find them and he’ll plead insanity and probably get off. Mills is in, Somerset too though reluctantly. Cut to them shaving their chests, presumably for a wire. “You know...” Mills says. “Yeah,” Somerset says. Aw, bromance.
Doe gets in the backseat of a car, Mills and Somerset in the front. Yeesh, I would not like to have that guy behind me, not even with handcuffs on him and a metal grate between us. Somerset asks who John Doe is, and he says who he is “means absolutely nothing, you need to stay on your left up here.” Mills tells Doe his great “work” will be forgotten in two months, but Doe believes otherwise. Considering the fact that you still hear about this movie, I think Doe is the more correct.
Somerset points out that if Doe was the God-chosen martyr he claims to be, he wouldn’t enjoy torturing people the way he clearly does. Doe says he doesn’t enjoy it more than Mills would enjoy some time alone with him in a windowless room. He says there’s nothing wrong with a man enjoying his work, then goes on a rant about the victims and their “sins” and exalts that he’ll be studied and followed and remembered forever. Doe and Mills get each other riled up, and that’s about it.
Uh oh, the police helicopter that’s following them is getting interference from a bunch of high-tension powerline towers the car drives through. I kind of feel like that might be John C. McGinley in the helicopter giving orders, but anyway. They pull up near a green mobile home and get out. Somerset spots a dead dog and Doe says, “I didn’t do that.” Heh. Doe leads them out over the dusty prairie (maybe this is LA after all?), and Somerset spots a van coming down the road. He runs toward it while Mills keeps a gun on Doe, who kneels and says, “There he goes. It’s good we have some time to talk.”
Somerset drives up and blocks the road, pulling his gun and ordering the van’s driver to get out. The driver says he has a package for Mills. Somerset verifies his ID and sends the driver away. He opens the box, and jumps back with a gasp. He tells “California” (the helicopter?) to stay away, that “John Doe has the upper hand.” He starts running back to Mills and Doe, shouting Mills name and to “throw down [his] gun.” I can really guess what’s happening, guys. “Do you hear me, Detective?” Doe is saying, “I’m trying to tell you how much I admire you, and your pretty wife. Tracy. ... I visited your house after you’d left. I tried to play husband. ... It didn’t work out, so I took a souvenir. Her pretty head.” Yup. “Because I envy your normal life. It seems that envy is my sin.” I was wondering how envy would work. Somerset is trying to get Mills to put down the gun, “That’s what he wants, he wants you to shoot him.”
“Become vengeance, David. Become wrath,” Doe tells Mills, “She begged for her life, Detective. She begged for her life, and for the life of the baby inside her.” Oh great. Mills is stunned. “If you kill him, he will win,” Somerset says. It’s not enough- Mills shoots Doe, a bunch of times.
Nightfall, and Mills is in the back of the car now. “We’ll take care of it,” the chief says. “Whatever he needs,” Somerset says. “Where will you be?” “Around, I’ll be around.”
Somerset in voiceover says (does Morgan Freeman ever get to not narrate), “Ernest Hemingway once wrote, ‘The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.’ I agree with the second part.”
