Se7en Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 127 min
- 3,039 Views
SOMERSET:
Not here.
MILLS:
I realize that.
SOMERSET:
Well, over the next seven days, do me the
favor of remembering it.
Somerset turns and walks away. Mills stands a moment, pissed.
INSERT -- TITLE CARD
MONDAY:
INT. SOMERSET'S APARTMENT -- EARLY MORNING
Somerset lies asleep in bed. It is still dark outside. The
PHONE beside the inactive metronome RINGS. Somerset awakens
suddenly, startled. He looks towards the phone.
INT. MILLS' APARTMENT, BEDROOM -- EARLY MORNING
It is just barely becoming light outside. Mills is wide awake in
bed beside the sleeping form of his wife, TRACY, 30. Mills looks
tired. He listens to passing traffic. He covers his eyes with
his forearm.
He takes his arm away and sits up, frustrated, sits on the edge
of the bed. The room is a shambles, filled with moving boxes.
Light coming through the window glows upon a football trophy
sticking from one box.
Large and noble, a golden player stands in frozen motion at the
trophy's pinnacle.
Mills looks at the trophy and a fond smile forms on his face.
The PHONE RINGS. Mills looks towards it. Tracy awakens. She
looks up with half-opened eyes, a beautiful woman.
TRACY:
What is it?
Phone rings. Mills reaches to touch Tracy's shoulder.
MILLS:
It's okay.
Mills leans to get the phone. Tracy seems frightened.
TRACY:
Honey... where are we?
EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING, ALLEYWAY -- EARLY MORNING
Somerset and Mills, both wearing badges, walk with OFFICER DAVIS,
a beefy, uniformed cop. They pass police cars and head into a
trash strewn alleyway. Davis hands Somerset two flashlights.
DAVIS:
Everything's like I found it. I didn't
touch anything.
SOMERSET:
What time did you confirm the death?
DAVIS:
Like I said, I didn't touch him, but he's
had his face in a plate of spaghetti for
about forty-five minutes now.
They reach a rusty, side door, which Davis pulls open.
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING, STAIRWELL -- EARLY MORNING
They enter a dark, ugly stairwell.
MILLS:
(to Davis)
Hold on... you mean you didn't check for
vital signs?
DAVIS:
Did I stutter? Believe me, he ain't
breathing, unless he's started breathing
spaghetti sauce.
MILLS:
The point is, whenever you find...
DAVIS:
Begging your pardon, but the guy's sitting
in pile of his own sh*t and piss. If he
ain't dead, he would've stood up by now.
Mills is angry, about to speak, but Somerset heads him off.
SOMERSET:
(to Davis)
Thank you, officer. We'll need to talk to
you again, after we've looked around.
DAVIS:
Yes, sir.
Davis walks out, eyeing Mills. Mills watches him go. The rusty
door slams shut behind Davis. It's very dark. Somerset turns on
his flashlight, hands the other to Mills and starts upstairs.
SOMERSET:
I wonder what exactly was the point of the
conversation you were about to get into?
MILLS:
And I wonder how many times Officer Davis
there has found a dead man who wasn't
really dead until Davis was in the car
calling it in and eating a donut.
SOMERSET:
Drop it.
MILLS:
For now.
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING, HALLWAY -- EARLY MORNING
Somerset comes from the stairwell, looking down the dark hall.
At the end of the hall, a door is open. The light of a CAMERA
FLASH spills out from that room every few seconds.
Mills and Somerset move on. Somerset takes out rubber gloves and
slips them on, looking at something on the floor ahead. A yellow
RECYCLING BIN sits just outside the door. It contains many neat,
string-bound stacks of issues of READER'S DIGEST.
INT. APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM -- EARLY MORNING
There are lights on in this room. Lamps with dusty shades. A
few porn mags on a table. Somerset and Mills cross. A couch
against one wall is piled with yellowed, once white pillows. It
faces two small televisions, both on with no sound.
INT. APARTMENT, KITCHEN -- EARLY MORNING
Somerset and Mills enter, using their flashlights in the dark.
Mills takes out a handkerchief, covering his nose. ERIC is
crouched on the floor, putting camera equipment away.
He's wearing a medical mask over his face. He hoists his bag and
moves past the detectives.
ERIC:
Enjoy.
Eric leaves. Somerset sweeps the room with his flashlight...
At the stove, each burner has a used pot or pan on it. Food has
been slopped there and on the adjoining counter-top and sink.
Used utensils are everywhere, along with empty tin cans and jars.
Cockroaches swarm.
The flashlight beam follows a trail of dripped sauces, soups and
crumbs of food across the floor from the stove to a kitchen
table. The kitchen table is covered in soiled paper plates which
hold bits of half-eaten sandwiches, potatoes, beef stew, donuts
and many other junk foods.
The kitchen is tiny; barely enough room for three people. The
kitchen table is at the center of the room. An OBESE MAN is
slumped forward in a kitchen chair. He is face down dead in a
plate of spaghetti.
MILLS:
Christ... somebody phone Guinness. I think
we've got a World's Record here.
Mills walks to the dead man, leaning to study, without touching.
MILLS:
Who said this was murder?
SOMERSET:
No one yet.
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Se7en" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 24 Nov. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/se7en_85>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In