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Seven (film)

Seven (sometimes stylized as Se7en) is a 1995 film about two cops, one new and one about to retire, who are chasing a serial killer who is using the Seven deadly sins as inspiration for his murders.

Directed by David Fincher. Written by Andrew Kevin Walker.
Seven deadly sins. Seven ways to die.Taglines


William SomersetEdit

  • [Last lines] Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.

John DoeEdit

  • [From one of his journals] What sick ridiculous puppets we are / and what gross little stage we dance on / What fun we have dancing and fucking / Not a care in the world / Not knowing that we are nothing / We are not what was intended
  • 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.

DialogueEdit

William Somerset: You meant what you said to Mrs. Gould, didn't you? About catching this guy?
David Mills: Yeah.
William Somerset: Hm. I wish I still thought the way you do.
David Mills: Why don't you tell me what the hell it is you think we're doing, then?
William Somerset: Picking up the pieces. We're collecting all the evidence, taking all the pictures and samples, writing everything down, noting the time things happen.
David Mills: That's all?
William Somerset: 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.
David Mills: [sits up] Bullshit!
William Somerset: Even the most promising clues usually only lead to others. So many corpses roll away unrevenged.
David Mills: Don't try to tell me you didn't get that rush tonight. I saw you. We're getting somewhere.

William Somerset: Why don't you tell me what's really bothering you, Tracy?
Tracy Mills: David and I are gonna have a baby.
William Somerset: [baffled] Oh, Tracy. I don't think I'm the one to talk to about this.
Tracy Mills: I hate this city.
[A slightly uncomfortable moment passes]
William Somerset: I had a relationship once. It was very much like a marriage. We got pregnant. This was long time ago. [sighs] 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 … 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 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.
Tracy Mills: I want to have children.
William Somerset: I can tell you now that 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. [Tracy starts crying] That's about all the advice I can give you, Tracy.

William Somerset: 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.
David Mills: Yeah, a landlord's dream: a paralyzed tenant with no tongue.
William Somerset: Who pays the rent on time.
David Mills: I'm sick of all this waiting!
William Somerset: This is the job.
David Mills: Why aren't we out there, huh? Why we gotta sit here, rotting, waiting until the lunatic does it again?
William Somerset: It's dismissive to call him a lunatic. Don't make that mistake.
David Mills: Come on, he's insane. Look, right now he's probably dancing around in his grandmother's panties, yeah, rubbing himself in peanut butter. Ooh. How's that?
William Somerset: I don't think so.
David Mills: His luck will run out.
William Somerset: He's not depending on luck. We walked into that apartment exactly one year after he tied Victor to the bed. One year to the date. He wanted us to.
David Mills: Don't know that for sure.
William Somerset: 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."
David Mills: Fuck him. So what?
William Somerset: 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's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.
David Mills: He's a nut-bag! Just because the fucker's got a library card doesn't make him … Yoda.

[Mills and Somerset are reading through the FBI results]
David Mills: Modern Homicide Investigation, In Cold Blood, Of Human Bondage … bondage?
William Somerset: Not what you think it is.
David Mills: Okay. The Marquis de-Shaday …
William Somerset: It's the Marquis de Sade.
David Mills: Whatever. The Writings of Saint Thomas Aqua-something.
William Somerset: Saint Thomas Aquinas? There it is. He wrote about the seven deadly sins. Is that it?
David Mills: Yeah.
William Somerset: Let's try it.
David Mills: Jonathan Doe?
William Somerset: Whatever.

David Mills: [picks up the phone] Hello?
John Doe: I admire you. I don't know how you found me, but imagine my surprise. I respect you law enforcement agents more every day.
David Mills: Well, I appreciate that, John. I tell you …
John Doe: No, no, you 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 really didn't have a choice, did I?
David Mills: Hm.
John Doe: You will accept my apology, won't you? I feel like saying more, but I don't want to ruin the surprise. [hangs up]

William Somerset: You know, this isn't gonna have a happy ending.
David Mills: Hey man, if we catch him, I'll be happy enough.
William Somerset: 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.
David Mills: You know, see, you bitch and you complain and you tell me these things – if you think you're preparing me for hard times, thank you, but …
William Somerset: But you got to be a hero? You want to be a champion. Well, let me tell you, people don't want a champion. They wanna eat cheeseburgers, play the lotto and watch television.
David Mills: Hey, how did you get like this? I wanna know.
William Somerset: Well. [sighs] It wasn't one thing, I can tell you that.
David Mills: Go on.
William Somerset: I just don't think I can continue to live in a place that embraces and nurtures apathy as if it was a virtue!
David Mills: You're no different. You're no better.
William Somerset: 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. 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.
David Mills: We are talking about people who are mentally ill. We are talking about people who are fucking crazies.
William Somerset: No. No, we're not. We're talking about everyday life here. You – you can't afford to be this naive!
David Mills: Fuck 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?
William Somerset: You care?
David Mills: Damn right.
William Somerset: And you gonna make a difference?
David Mills: Whatever. The point 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 you want me to say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're right. It's all fucked up. It's a fucking mess. We should all go live in a fucking log cabin." But I won't. I won't say that. I don't agree with you. I do not. I can't.

David Mills: [to John Doe] 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 just sitting around, reading Guns and Ammo, masturbating in your own feces. Do you just stop and go, "Wow! It is amazing how fucking crazy I really am!"? Yeah, do you guys do that?
John Doe: It's more comfortable for you to label me as insane.
David Mills: It's very comfortable.

John Doe: Nothing wrong with a man taking pleasure in his work. I won't deny my own desire to see each sin turned against the sinner.
David Mills: Wait, I thought all you did was murder innocent people...
John Doe: [outraged] Innocent? Is that supposed to be funny? [his voice rising in anger] An obese man, a disgusting man who could barely stand up, a man who if you saw him on the street, you'd point him out to your friends so that they could 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. After him, I picked the lawyer, and I know you both must have been secretly thanking 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!
David Mills: Murderers?
John Doe: A woman …
David Mills: Murderers, John, like yourself?
John Doe: A woman, so ugly on the inside 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 whore! Only in a world this shitty could you even try to say these were 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 trivial. We tolerate it morning, noon, and night. Well, not anymore. I'm setting the example. What I've done is going to be puzzled over and studied and followed … forever.
David Mills: Uh... yeah. [to Somerset] Delusions of grandeur.
John Doe: You should be thanking me.
David Mills: Why is that, John?
John Doe: 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.
David Mills: No. No, we would have got you eventually.
John Doe: 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?!
David Mills: John. Calm down. I seem to remember us knocking on your door.
John Doe: Oh, that's right. And I seem to remember breaking your face. [leans forward] You're only alive because I didn't kill you.
David Mills: Okay, sit back.
John Doe: I spared you.
David Mills: Sit back!
John Doe: 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've allowed you to have.
David Mills: Sit back! Sit back, you fucking freak! Shut your fucking mouth! You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking T-shirt, at best.
John Doe: Don't ask me to pity those people. I don't mourn them any more than I do the thousands that died at Sodom and Gomorrah.
William Somerset: Is that to say, John, that what you were doing was God's good work?
John Doe: The Lord works in mysterious ways.

John Doe: Do you hear me, Detective? I'm trying to tell you how much I admire you...and your pretty wife.
David Mills: What?
John Doe: Tracy.
David Mills: What'd you fucking say?
John Doe: It's disturbing how easily a member of the press can pay for information from men in your precinct. I visited your home this morning, after you'd left. I tried to play husband. I tried to taste the life of a simple man. It didn't work out, so I took a souvenir...her pretty head.
...
John Doe: She begged for her life.
William Somerset: Shut up.
John Doe: She begged for her life and –
William Somerset: Shut up!
John Doe: She begged for her life and the life of the baby inside her.
William Somerset: Shut up! [back-hands him]
[David Mills realizes]
John Doe: Oh … [smiles] he didn't know.

TaglinesEdit

  • Seven deadly sins. Seven ways to die.
  • Long is the way, and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
  • Gluttony · Greed · Sloth · Envy · Wrath · Pride · Lust
  • Let he who is without sin try to survive
  • Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.

CastEdit

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