The scene opens up in New Orleans, In Bourbon street. Its a nice day, not too many clouds but not exactly hot either. Its late afternoon and theres a few people walking on the sidewalks doing there shopping and what not.

We see Se7en with his face turned the other way, his hair bushy and clothes raggy and dirty. The black trenchcoat he wears is the same one he wears everyday and it looks awefull. The camera zooms closer and we see Se7en staring into a coffee shop window, we can barley see his reflection.

Se7en: "Autumn wind of eve, blow away the clouds that mass over the moon's pure light and the mists that cloud our mind, do thou sweep away as well. Now we disappear, well, what must we think of it? From the sky we came. Now we may go back again. That's at least one point of view.

Se7en slowly turns towards the camera.

Se7en: "What is the point of that Poem? Well, That little peice of litrature is the most honest thing you will come across in your lifetime.. Death comes around to everybody. This life is worth nothing, Come from the heavens, born, live, Go back to the heavens.. Please tell me the meaning of all of it, because I shall never get your useless theory's on life"

Se7en begins walking down Bourban street.

Se7en: "Enough of all that.. I will get back to the basics for your simple minds. Lets talk about the Bourbn street Brawl. Enigma, a man of great courage, great intelligence. A man that fights the right kind of fight.. unlike your so called 'Heroes'.. You are all blind. Comic books and Patriotic saints are not the good.. yet, they are the evil. Dont you see? At the Bourbon Street Brawl, i shall not be the bad guy, But the good thats in all of us. Nicholas Adam? James Curzon, Chance, Dave Harley, Venny LeTrav.. Unleash your good, unleash your savage hearts that bleed at night. Shaman, Ian Tense, Jimmi Zion, your veteran hearts have seen true wars, but you decline to truly see them. Open your hearts and your minds, let me see your blackened hearts.. Leviathan, Lockdown, Showtime, Eddie van Dorn,
Tommy Starr, Reverend Tweak, myZery? Your rookie hearts are useless in this game i play, i will hurt you severley and make you bleed my name.. Several hundred times.. I own every single one of you"

Just as he finishes speaking an old laide walks up beside him with a carry trolley, she's very old.

Lady: "Excuse me young man, could you help me cross the road?"

Se7en tries to be nice, but his voice, stature and body size does not allow it, but he does try to be nice.

Se7en: "Yes.. i will help you"

The old lady grabs Se7ens arm and they both start to cross the road, they get into the middle and Se7en stops.

Lady: "Comon now, almost there"

Se7en: "Oh no, were far from there.. I agreed to help you, now its your turn to help me.. Let your veteran self fall amongst the dead.. Leave my poor head alone, stop haunting me"

Se7en starts walking back leaving the poor old lady to fend for herself. Se7en reaches the footpath and begins walking towards a dumpster full of old Computer moniotrs and junk. FADE OUT.