John Doe: Vigilante Page #5

Is that what you were doing...

speaking for the dead?

Acting for them, perhaps.

In the form of murder?

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

If you knew that someone was gonna sneak

up behind you, in the car park tonight,

bash you over the head and then cut your throat.

If ten seconds before it happened you had a

vision and absolutely knew it was coming,

then bang...

a hammer appeared in your hand...

what would you do?

Would you be so angry and outraged

that someone would take

something so precious from you

that you would smash his head in?

You could say that the dead that I act for

never got a chance to find out what they would do.

I'm speaking today with Murray Wills...

the leader of a group that calls themselves

"Speak for the Dead."

So, Murray, why exactly are we here today?

We, uh, we want to let as

many people as we can know

that we'll be holding a rally next week...

a march on Parliament House to

show our support for John Doe.

A rally?

What exactly are you hoping

to achieve with this rally?

We just want to let John know that he has support

and he has allies, if he needs them.

So what do you think that you

can do to help John Doe?

What could you do for him?

Whatever he wants.

Whatever he needs.

Are you saying that you might

be prepared to kill for him?

I never said that.

Well, there you go, folks,

a potentially explosive situation...

F***ing kick him.

Kick him again! Kick him.

Yeah!

Don't you.

Huh? C*nt!

Is that all you got? Come here.

F***ing hit him.

Don't f***ing come back!

You f***ing do that again, I'll kill you!

- Henry.

- Jesse.

Guys, how does it feel getting away with murder?

The court says I'm innocent,

so I'm going home, fellas.

You killed my son!

You murdering bastards!

You killed my son!

That's right, boys. Serve and protect.

Serve and protect.

Excuse me. Coming through.

Piss off. It's been a long day.

His name was Gary, you prick!

You f***ing a**hole.

- Any comments?

- What do you have to say?

Yes, I'd just like to thank

my QC, Andrew Beaumont.

Did a sterling job.

Any comments, Mr. Mills?

- Mr. Mills?

- Mr. Mills, anything to say?

- You look at me.

- What have you got to say?

He killed my son.

Just before 9:
00 AM this morning,

in the foyer of a crowded city building,

the faceless killer, John Doe, struck again.

This time using what appeared to be

a homemade cyanide patch to claim Jesse Sutton,

his 20th victim.

Hey, sweetheart,

- you ever been f***ed by a real man?

- Settle down, dude.

What the f*** did you say?

Sorry, man. Sorry.

P*ssy.

After you, sweet cheeks.

Call me, sweet arse.

Or text me.

What the f***?

Or text me.

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