Se7en Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 127 min
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MILLS:
Then, why are we wasting our time? This
guy's heart's got to be roughly the size of
a canned ham. If this isn't a coronary, I
don't know what is.
Somerset moves his flashlight beam down the obese corpse, stops
at the man's feet. Somerset kneels.
At the obese man's pants cuff, there's a tiny bit of rope
sticking out. Somerset uses a pen to lift the pants leg. Rope
is tied around the swollen, purple ankle.
MILLS:
Or not.
Somerset stands and steps back. Mills bends to take his place,
looking under the table and shining his flashlight into the
corpse's lap. The obese man's bloated hands are folded there,
bound tightly with rope.
MILLS:
Still... he could have tied himself up, to
make it look like murder. I saw a guy
once... committed suicide, but wanted to
make sure his family could collect the life
insurance, right?
Somerset does not listen. He is focused on the corpse, studies
the back of the man's head and neck. He runs his pen against the
back of the corpse's neck, combing the hair upwards.
There are small circular and semi-circular BRUISES on the back of
the obese man's head and neck, some hidden under the hair.
MILLS:
When we found him, he was lying there with
a knife in his back, so what else could it
be but homicide? Except, I finally figured
out... he held the knife behind him... put
the tip of it in his own back and got real
close to the wall... then he shoved his
body backwards...
SOMERSET:
(irritated)
Please be quiet for a while, would you?
Mills looks up at Somerset from below. Somerset remains focused
on the bruises.
MILLS:
(sarcastic)
Oh, yes, sir. Forgive me.
Mills stands and walks around to the other side of the table,
where he gets down again.
MILLS:
There's a bucket here.
SOMERSET:
What?
MILLS:
There's a bucket. Under the table.
Somerset crouches, pulls up the cheap tablecloth on his side of
the table. A METAL BUCKET sits under the table.
SOMERSET:
What is it?
Mills slides under with his flashlight, angling in the confined
space to look. He is repulsed and pulls back.
MILLS:
It's vomit.
Mills stands and backs away, near the refrigerator, not wanting
to be anywhere near that bucket.
MILLS:
It's a bucket of vomit.
SOMERSET:
MILLS:
I don't know. Feel free to look for
yourself, okay?
Somerset stands, stares at the obese man. He shakes his head,
perplexed. There is a KNOCK at the door. The detectives look to
see DOCTOR THOMAS O'NEILL, 52, the medical examiner, in the
doorway. O'Neill is looking at the ceiling. He flicks the lights
switch. No light, so he flicks the switch up and down.
O'NEILL
Wonderful.
O'Neill seems a bit gone. He drops his black bag onto the floor
beside the corpse. he begins to sort through the bag, surgical
tools clinking together.
Mills turns to open the refrigerator. It's nearly empty.
MILLS:
(to Somerset)
You think it was poison?
SOMERSET:
Guessing at this point is useless.
The trash can beside the refrigerator is filled to the brim with
empty food containers. Mills begins to poke around with a pen.
O'NEILL
You girls have got forensics waiting
outside. I don't know if we'll all fit
though.
MILLS:
There's room. Light's the problem.
Somerset looks at Mills, then at the space limitations.
SOMERSET:
Still... two is company here. And, three
is certainly a crowd.
(pause)
Detective Mills, go help the officers
question the neighbors.
Mills looks up, not pleased.
MILLS:
I'd rather stay on this.
Somerset is looking at the corpse.
SOMERSET:
Send one of the forensics in on your way
out.
Mills does not move. He lifts his flashlight to shine the light
on the side of Somerset's face. A moment. Somerset looks at
Mills, the light shining directly in Somerset's eyes. A longer
moment. Mills switches off the light and leaves.
O'Neill places both hands on the dead man's head and lifts the
swollen visage from the spaghetti.
O'NEILL
He is dead.
SOMERSET:
Thank you, Doctor.
INT. SOMERSET'S CAR -- DAY
Somerset drives with Mills as the passenger. Heavy city traffic.
Both stare ahead in silence. Mills is a bundle of nerves.
MILLS:
You've seen my files, right? Seen the
things I've done?
SOMERSET:
No.
MILLS:
(looking out window)
Anyway... I did my time on door-to-doors,
and walking a beat. I did all that sh*t
for a long time.
SOMERSET:
Good.
MILLS:
The badge in my pocket says "detective,"
same as yours.
SOMERSET:
I made a decision, because I have to
consider the integrity of the scene. I
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