Se7en Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 127 min
- 3,017 Views
Tick... tick... tick. The sound of the car alarm fades, and is
GONE. The metronome is the only sound.
Somerset's face relaxes as he begins to fall asleep. Tick...
tick... tick...
INSERT -- TITLE CARD
SUNDAY:
INT. SOMERSET'S APARTMENT -- MORNING
Somerset picks items off a moving box: his keys, wallet,
switchblade, gold homicide badge. Finally, he opens the
hardcover book he had with him on the train. From the pages, he
takes the pale, paper rose.
INT. TENEMENT APARTMENT -- DAY
Somerset stands before a wall which is stained by a star-burst of
blood. A body lies on the floor under a sheet. A sawed-off
shotgun lies not far from the body. The apartment is gloomy.
DETECTIVE TAYLOR, 52, stands on the other side of the room, looks
through a notepad.
TAYLOR:
Neighbors heard them screaming at each
other for like two hours. It was nothing
new. But, then they heard the gun go off.
Both barrels.
SOMERSET:
Did the wife confess?
TAYLOR:
When the patrolman came she was trying
put his head back together. She was crying
too hard to say anything.
Somerset beings walking around the apartment.
SOMERSET:
Why always like this? Only after the
fact... this sudden realization, that if
you shoot someone, or stick a knife in
them, that person will cease to exist.
TAYLOR:
Crime of passion.
SOMERSET:
Yes. Look at all the passion splattered up
on the wall here.
TAYLOR:
This is a done deal. All but the
paperwork.
Taylor shifts his weight, impatient. Somerset looks at a
coloring book open on the coffee table. There are crayons beside
it. Somerset picks the book up, flips through the pages.
SOMERSET:
Did their son see it happen?
TAYLOR:
I don't know.
Taylor closes his notebook, perturbed. Somerset looks at the
pictures of cute, crudely colored animals.
TAYLOR:
What kind of f***ing question is that
anyway?
Taylor walks over and grabs the coloring book to get his
attention.
TAYLOR:
You know, we're all real glad we're getting
rid of you, Somerset. You know that? I
mean, it's always these questions with
you... "Did the kid see it?" Well, who
gives a f***? Huh?
(points)
He's dead. His wife killed him.
Taylor throws the coloring book back to Somerset and walks.
TAYLOR:
Anything else has nothing to do with us.
Taylor leaves, pushing past DETECTIVE DAVID MILLS, 31, who is
just entering. Mills is muscular and handsome. He looks back at
Taylor, then around the apartment, a bit disoriented.
Somerset puts down the coloring book. He stares at the floor,
showing no reaction to Taylor's tantrum.
MILLS:
Uh, Lieutenant Somerset?
Somerset turns to see Mills.
A body bag is carried through a crowd of people outside the
tenement building.
Somerset follows the body bag out and Mills follows Somerset.
They walk towards the end of the filthy block, past a man
urinating on a car.
MILLS:
I'm a little thrown. I just got in town
like twenty minutes ago and they dumped me
here.
SOMERSET:
Since we're just starting out, I thought we
could go to a bar... sit and talk for
awhile. After that, we'll...
MILLS:
(interrupting)
Actually, if it's all the same, I'd like to
get to the precinct house a.s.a.p. Seeing
how we don't have much time for this whole
transition thing.
Somerset keeps walking, says nothing.
MILLS:
I need to start getting the feel of it all,
right? Meet the people.
SOMERSET:
I meant to ask you something, Mills, when
we spoke on the phone. I can't help
wondering... why here?
MILLS:
I... I don't follow.
SOMERSET:
All this effort you've made to get
transferred, it's the first question that
pops into my head.
MILLS:
I'm here for the same reasons as you, I
guess. Or, at least, the same reasons you
used to have for being here before...
before you decided to... quit.
Somerset stops and faces Mills.
SOMERSET:
You just met me.
MILLS:
Maybe I'm not understanding the question.
SOMERSET:
It's very simple. You worked a nice, quiet
town, but you fought to get here as if your
life depended on it. I've just never seen
it done that way before, Detective.
MILLS:
Maybe I thought I could do more good here
than there. I don't know. Look, it'd be
great by me if we didn't start right off
kicking each other in the balls. But,
you're calling the shots, Lieutenant, so...
however you want it to go.
SOMERSET:
Let me tell you how I want this to go. I
want you to look, and I want you to listen.
MILLS:
I wasn't standing around guarding the local
Taco Bell. I've worked homicide for five
and a half years.
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