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MILLS:

Yeah, well, all I want is...

(pause)

Just, just don't be jerking me off. That's

all I ask. Don't jerk me off.

Mills looks at Somerset. Somerset keeps his eyes on the road,

but nods slightly. That said, Mills slumps low into his seat.

SOMERSET:

We'll be spending every waking hour

together till I leave. I'll show you who

your friends are, and your enemies. I'll

help you cut through the red tape and I

will help you "integrate," as the captain

puts it. However...

(pauses, clears throat)

No matter how much you beg or plead...

jerking off is something you'll have to do

for yourself.

This throws Mills. Somerset has a sense of humour?

SOMERSET:

Is that clear?

MILLS:

Okay... sure... It's just that, with my

old partner, you know...

SOMERSET:

I just don't think we should have that sort

of relationship. We'd start quarreling

over insignificant things.

Mills lets out a nervous laugh, feels a bit of weight off his

shoulders.

MILLS:

Whatever you say, Detective. Beautiful.

INT. AUTOPSY ROOM -- DAY

The room is large, cold and clean. Stainless steel and white

tile. Many pathologists work at slabs. A bone saw screams.

Mills and Somerset are with DOCTOR SANTIAGO, who stands over the

obese corpse which is pretty well dissected already.

SANTIAGO:

He's been dead for a long time, and I can

tell you it was not a poison.

Santiago moves to make room for Mills to stand beside him. Mills

moves up a little, but not much, looking on in disgust. Santiago

reaches into the man's belly. We do not see.

MILLS:

Ah, man... how does somebody let himself go

like that? Look at the blubber.

Santiago moves something and there is a squashy sound.

SANTIAGO:

It took four orderlies and me all together

just to put this body on the table.

MILLS:

How did the fat f*** ever fit out the door

of his apartment?

SOMERSET:

Yes, it's obvious he was a shut-in. Not an

enviable life, but, maybe he still deserves

a modicum of respect in spite of that.

SANTIAGO:

Are you looking here? First... see how big

this stomach is. And, see the strange

thing. Stretches. And, here it is

distended. Look at the size of that,

because of all the foods.

MILLS:

I can see what you're pointing at, but...

SANTIAGO:

Lines of distention across the stomach, and

parts have ripped open.

SOMERSET:

(disbelief)

Doctor, are you saying... this man ate till

he burst?

SANTIAGO:

Well, he didn't really burst. Not all the

way. But, he was bleeding inside himself,

and there is a hematoma on the outside, on

the belly. Very large.

MILLS:

He died by eating?

SANTIAGO:

Yes. And, there's something else here you

have to look at and see.

Santiago goes to root through many jars on a table. Somerset

walks around the slab, looking down at the obese man's propped

up, partially shaved head.

SOMERSET:

These bruises on the victim's head...

More round and semi-circular bruises have been revealed, all

about the same diameter as a dime.

SANTIAGO:

I don't know what they are yet. They...

SOMERSET:

They could have been caused by a gun. The

barrel of a gun... pressed against the back

of his head.

Santiago picks up the jar he was looking for, comes to lean and

look at the obese man's head, nodding again.

SANTIAGO:

If it was jammed against him hard enough,

sure. It's possible. Here...

Santiago gives the jar to Somerset.

SANTIAGO:

Most of the stomach's food contents are in

the lab now.... but, these... I found these

in his stomach too.

Somerset holds the jar up. Inside are many little pieces of blue

plastic. They are curled slightly, as if they are scrapings.

Somerset hands the jar to Mills. Mills shakes it, studying.

MILLS:

Plastic?

SANTIAGO:

Why these are in a fat man's stomach, I

don't know.

INT. APARTMENT, KITCHEN -- DAY

The room where the obese corpse was found is now lit by

fluorescent light. Two forensics, a MALE and FEMALE, are dusting

for prints. Somerset and Mills are on their hands and knees.

Somerset holds the jar and touches the linoleum floor.

SOMERSET:

Same color and texture.

MILLS:

(to forensics)

Have you found any plastic scrapings near

the stove or sink? Near the food?

MALE FORENSIC:

What do you mean?

Mills and Somerset continue looking around the floor.

MILLS:

(to Somerset)

This doesn't make any sense.

SOMERSET:

You always have to find one singular thing

to focus on. There's always one thing, and

it may be as small as a speck of dust, but

you find it and focus... till it's an

exhausted possibility.

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