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The door to the apartment is HEARD OPENING and CLOSING. Mills

and Somerset come down a short hallway. Mills carries a brand

new briefcase.

TRACY:

Hello, men. You made it.

MILLS:

Hi, honey.

Mills gives Tracy a kiss, then presents Somerset.

MILLS:

I'd like you to meet Somerset.

SOMERSET:

Hello.

Somerset shakes Tracy's hand lightly.

TRACY:

It's nice to meet you. My husband has told

me a lot about you... except your first

name.

SOMERSET:

Oh... um, William.

TRACY:

It's a nice name. William, I'd like you to

meet David.

(to Mills)

David... William.

Mills smiles and nods this off, heading across the room.

MILLS:

Great... I'm, uh, just going to put these

things away.

Mills moves to the adjoining bedroom. Somerset stands with his

hands folded in front of him.

SOMERSET:

It smells good.

TRACY:

What? Oh, yes. I mean, thank you.

(motions to the table)

Please, sit down.

Somerset takes off his jacket. Tracy goes to check on the food.

TRACY:

You can put that over on the couch. You'll

have to excuse all the mess. We're still

unpacking.

Somerset notices something on Mills' desk. It's a medal, in a

small, clear case amongst the papers and pens.

SOMERSET:

I hear you and Mills were high school

sweethearts.

TRACY:

High school and college, yes. Pretty

hokey, huh? I knew on our first date this

was the man I was going to marry. God...

he was the funniest man I'd ever met.

SOMERSET:

Really?

Somerset has to think about that one for a second. He picks the

medal up:
a medal for valor from the Police Department.

SOMERSET:

Well, it's rare these days... that kind of

commitment.

He puts the medal down. Tracy is looking at the gun strapped

under Somerset's arm as Somerset starts to unstrap it.

SOMERSET:

(about the gun)

Don't worry. I don't wear it at the dinner

table.

TRACY:

No matter how often I see guns, I still

can't get used to them.

Somerset lays the gun with his jacket.

SOMERSET:

Same here.

Tracy smiles. Somerset goes to the table and transfers a small

notebook from his breast pocket to his pants pocket. A piece of

paper falls to the floor, closer to Tracy.

TRACY:

Anyway... what girl wouldn't want the

captain of the football team as their

lifetime mate? Here... you dropped

something...

Tracy picks it up. It is the pale, paper rose. She looks at it

as she hands it back to Somerset, who is self-conscious.

TRACY:

What is that?

Somerset looks at the rose, then puts it away.

SOMERSET:

My future.

Tracy tilts her head, looking at Somerset.

TRACY:

You have a strange way about you... I mean

interesting. I'm sorry. It's really none

of my business. It's just nice to meet a

man who talks like that.

(goes back to stove)

If David saw that paper, he'd say you're a

fag. That's how he is.

SOMERSET:

(smiles)

I guess I won't be showing it to him then.

INT. MILLS' APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM -- LATER NIGHT

A record player on a moving box PLAYS QUIET MUSIC. Tracy, Mills

and Somerset are eating. Mills has a beeper beside his plate and

occasionally fingers it absently.

TRACY:

Why aren't you married, William?

MILLS:

Tracy... what the hell?

Somerset pokes at the napkin, thinking.

SOMERSET:

I was close once. It just didn't happen.

TRACY:

It surprises me. It really does.

SOMERSET:

Any person who spends a significant amount

of time with me finds me... disagreeable.

Just ask your husband.

MILLS:

Very true.

Mills grins, but he means it.

TRACY:

(to Somerset)

How long have you lived here?

SOMERSET:

Too long.

(drinks)

What do you think so far?

Tracy glances immediately to Mills.

MILLS:

It takes time to settle in.

Somerset can see it is a sore subject.

SOMERSET:

Well, you can get numb to it pretty quickly.

There are things in any city...

A LOW RUMBLING is HEARD. Plates on the table begin to clatter.

MILLS:

Subway train.

The dishes clatter more. Coffee cups clink against their

saucers. Tracy holds her coffee cup to stop it and smiles at

Somerset to act like it's nothing, but she is clearly bothered.

TRACY:

It'll go away in a minute.

They wait. The rumbling grows louder, knocks something over in

the sink. Somerset continues eating, fiddles with his food. The

record player skips, then plays on. The clattering dies down.

Mills seems uncomfortable.

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