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The forensics watch, curious. Somerset is near the refrigerator.

MILLS:

It could be nothing.

SOMERSET:

But, why would there be so many pieces in

his stomach if it were nothing? It must

have been intentional.

Somerset stops. There are deep scratches here in the linoleum.

He fingers the grooves, then takes a piece of the plastic from

the jar. He holds the piece to the floor, fiddles... fits it

into one of the scratches.

Somerset gets off the floor and looks down. These scratches are

in front of the refrigerator. it looks like they were caused by

the refrigerator having been pulled away from the wall and pushed

back into place at some time.

SOMERSET:

(to Mills)

Come here.

INT. APARTMENT, KITCHEN -- LATER DAY

Mills and Somerset pull the refrigerator, rocking it back and

forth away from the wall to get a clear view behind it. They

strain, pull it a few more feet, and release.

Mills leans to look at the wall behind. Shock.

MILLS:

Holy sh*t.

Somerset comes to look. Behind the refrigerator, there is a

space on the wall where the dust has been wiped away. In that

space, the words: ONE IS GLUTTONY. The letters have been

smeared on in grease. A NOTE is pinned beside them.

INT. PRECINCT HOUSE, CAPTAIN'S OFFICE -- EARLY EVENING

The captain's office is filled with pictures, books and

mugsheets. Piles of paperwork abound, yet the office is

meticulously well kept. The CAPTAIN, 50, sits at his tidy desk.

He wears a white shirt and conservative tie.

He's a calm man, but whenever he is not speaking, without fail,

he clenches his jaw over and over, causing the muscles in his

neck and jaw to pulse. Somerset and Mills sit before him.

SOMERSET:

The bruises were caused by the muzzle of a

forty-five. So, there was a gun against

his head and he was given a choice. Eat,

or get your brains blown out.

Somerset gets up to pace.

SOMERSET:

He ate his fill, and was forced to continue

eating... till his body rejected the food.

the killer held a bucket under him, and

then kept serving. He took his time. The

coroner says this might have gone on for

more than twelve hours. The victim's

throat was swollen from the effort, and

there was probably a point where he passed

out. That's when killer kicked him in the

stomach. Popped him.

MILLS:

This was one sadistic motherf***er.

CAPTAIN:

That seems obvious.

Somerset picks up a photocopy of the NOTE from behind the fridge.

SOMERSET:

(reads)

"Dear Detectives, Long is the way, and

hard, that out of hell leads up to light."

It's the murderer's way of announcing

himself.

CAPTAIN:

Announcing what?

SOMERSET:

There are seven deadly sins. Gluttony,

wrath, greed...

CAPTAIN:

So what? This victim...

SOMERSET:

... envy, sloth, pride and lust. Seven.

CAPTAIN:

Hey, so gluttony is one of the seven deadly

sins. But, this was a fat guy. The killer

may have felt this was the just best way to

torture him.

And, writing on the walls happens all the

time. It's like the fashionable thing to

do.

SOMERSET:

One is gluttony.

The captain is disgruntled, clenching his jaw, looks at Mills.

MILLS:

This is his stuff. I've been out in the

cold all day.

SOMERSET:

This is a premeditated puzzle, and it's

only the beginning.

CAPTAIN:

Always working up there, huh, Somerset?

Big brain's always cooking.

Somerset sits.

SOMERSET:

I'm declining this case. I want us

reassigned.

MILLS:

Whoa, whoa... what?!

CAPTAIN:

What's this:
"I'm declining this case?" It

don't work that way.

SOMERSET:

This can't be my last duty here. It will

go on and on.

CAPTAIN:

I know what you're thinking, okay? You

don't want to get in bed with this every

night, but it's different now. You're

retiring. In six days you're all the way

gone.

Somerset shakes his head.

CAPTAIN:

You've left unfinished business before.

SOMERSET:

Everything else was taken as close to

conclusion as humanly possible. Also...

this shouldn't be his first assignment.

MILLS:

This isn't my first assignment, d*ckhead.

What the hell?

Mills stands, furious.

CAPTAIN:

I don't have anyone else to give this to,

Somerset, you know that. And nobody's

going to swap with you.

MILLS:

Give it to me.

CAPTAIN:

How's that?

MILLS:

There's nothing that says I have to work

with him. If Somerset wants out,

"goodbye." Give it to me.

The captain considers this.

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