John Doe: Vigilante Page #5

war for justice. It is a war against crime.

And it is a war with victims.

I just want my boy back.

How did that make you feel, John?

It makes me sad. I feel for her.

Kate Johnson is one of the

many victims that you...

have created.

You... you killed her son.

Yes, I did.

And you feel bad for her?

Of course.

For him, too.

How so? Uhm...

I don't follow.

I feel sorry for him in the

same way that you do...

when you feel sorry for squashing a-a

deadly spider in your kid's tree house.

You don't really want to kill the spider, but...

you got to protect your kids.

What about the lawyers? Let's talk about them.

Who was protected by maiming and torturing them?

Yeah, that was unfortunate.

"Unfortunate"?

You don't feel responsible?

Was Jesus responsible for the Crusades,

for the Inquisitions?

Mohammed... was he responsible for 9/11?

- This is too much.

- We discussed this. This is what you wanted.

- I didn't think it'd be like this.

- Yeah, well, that's what it take...

Bill, we're not going to kill them, OK?

We're just gonna make sure that

they never win another trial.

So take the shears. Take-take the shears!

Look me in the eyes.

You do this, and it's over.

You hear me?

Your son can rest in peace.

OK. OK.

Now, get in there...

And do what it is you came here to do.

Ah, for f***'s sake.

You f***ing p*ssy!

Huh? You're nothing!

This morning, Speak for the

Dead leader, Murray Wills,

was taken in for questioning by police.

At this time, it is unknown if

any charges have been laid.

- Murray.

- Murray.

Mr. Wills. Mr. Wills.

- This is bullshit.

- Any comments?

They can't prove anything. It wasn't us.

A bunch of fat cat lawyers, you hear me?

Who gives a sh*t?

You think so?

The Speak for the Dead movement is now at what...

- 10, 12 million worldwide?

- Mm-hmm.

The word is, they are threatening

action, if John is convicted.

Really?

Well, what could they

possibly do, in your opinion?

I don't know.

But we're sitting here talking

because of one person.

Look at what he did.

Imagine what a few million John Does could do.

I'll tell you what I do know.

I know that I have signed statements...

from 32 different people...

one for the date and time of each killing.

These statements put John Doe

on the other side of town...

in some cases in another state,

when the murders were committed.

Signed by the family and friends of the

victims he was speaking for, no doubt.

Maybe.

But the only thing resembling evidence they

have is the footage from the final killing.

And we can argue that he only did the last one,

that all the others were someone else.

We can plead temporary insanity...

and that he was inspired by the John Doe killings.

Wha-and then chose to admit to 32 other killings.

- Why?

- Because of the message.

So you're saying he chose to become

John Doe, whoever that may be.

That's the argument we'll be presenting.

Is it an argument with any basis in fact, Alan?

Do you believe it?

Doesn't matter what I believe.

It doesn't matter what you believe.

It only matters what the jury believes.

I need people to understand...

what it was and what it is like.

It's-it's the last time you

ever open a door without fear.

It's having the safety and security

of your own home violated...

taken from you, forever.

It's running down the street...

half-naked... covered in blood...

screaming for help...

praying that someone, anyone will come.

But no one does.

It's guilt...

mercilessly punishing yourself over

whether you could have done something...

anything at all, to have stopped him.

It's having to tell your husband

that she's gone and then waiting...

hoping that she'll be found,

but knowing in your heart...

she never will.

It's identifying her body and seeing...

seeing her dead, lifeless face.

All I have left...

All I have left is... the hope...

that there is more to this world...

this life that we know.

And that one day somewhere else, someplace else...

One day, I'll be able to hold her again...

and look into her beautiful eyes...

and tell her how much I love her.

And then came Adam McCleish.

Yes.

Adam McCleish.

That's funny to you, John?

Nothing funny about Adam McCleish.

NetNews ran the whole thing, live, uncensored.

They got prosecuted for that, as we probably

would have had we run the full story, early on.

Matt, do you regret not running the footage?

No.

Why did you choose not to run it?

We are a major television network... and

we're governed by rules and regulations.

This isn't NetNews. Those rules and

regulations need to be adhered to.

I did what I felt was right.

When I saw what was happening,

I started shooting the crowd.

This was once-in-a-lifetime stuff.

We hooked the live feed into-into the plasmas.

- What's this?

- Shh.

John Doe had multiple cameras running,

and someone over at NetNews was doing

a kick-ass job of directing the cams.

It was a life-changing experience for me,

as I guess it was for everybody who

watched it or has seen it since.

Mm. So, what is your reply to the accusations

that you knew it was going to happen...

and that you preplanned the

whole thing with John Doe?

- Ridiculous.

- Is it?

Look... we received a message

with an IP address on it.

When we checked it out, we

saw the scene in the garage.

As soon as we realized what was

happening, we called the police.

- As soon as you realized?

- Mm-hmm.

You called the police?

These are the phone records from that night.

According to these records...

the only call, to the police, made from

this office, took place at 8:53 PM.

Sam, that feed went live at 8:30 PM.

F***.

Do you know who I am?

Yeah, of course I do, you crazy bastard.

What are you doing? Let me go.

Are you sure you know who I am?

Yeah, you're John Doe, but you've made a mistake.

Have I?

Yeah, I'm not who you think I am.

- I swear to God.

- God?

Careful.

You maybe seeing Him pretty soon.

Wh-whatever you think I've done,

I didn't do it. It wasn't me.

So what, you find these out on the street?

I've never seen them before.

Oh, they must belong to my flatmate.

You don't have a flatmate.

Right-right, not my flatmate.

Sorry. Um, my mate, Robby.

- Ah, right.

- He stays here all the time.

Yeah, I let him use my garage to work on his car.

They must be his.

You don't have any mates, Adam,

not even one called Robby.

Help!

Help!

Somebody!

Help!

No point.

You see, the Henderson's, on that side,

they received free movie tickets tonight,

in Gold Class, no less.

And, um... old...

Mrs. Heywood...

Well...

Mrs. Hay-wood!

Mrs...

Well, she wouldn't hear it if

you were screaming in her ear.

Deaf as a post, the old dear.

How the f*** do you know so much?

You know, this whole thing will go a lot

easier if you simply tell me the truth.

A lot easier, I reckon.

I mean, if you are innocent of the crimes

that, that I believe you have committed,

then I will walk away.

Bullshit.

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