Se7en Page #9

UP ON THE BALCONY

George and the guys finish another hand. George looks down at

Somerset, who is writing in the notebook. George takes up the

cards and starts shuffling.

GEORGE:

(down to Somerset)

You know, Smilely... you're really going to

miss us.

George shuffles again, but they flip wrong and a few go off the

table, over the balcony.

DOWN ON THE MAIN FLOOR

Somerset looks up at George, then looks around.

SOMERSET:

I just might.

ABOVE:

The cards George dropped are fluttering, flipping downwards.

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

The office is dark. Somerset is at his desk, writing:

DETECTIVE MILLS, YOU MAY WANT TO LOOK AT THE FOLLOWING BOOKS,

RELATING TO THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS:

DANTE'S PURGATORY

THE CANTERBURY TALES -- THE PARSON'S TALE

DICTIONARY OF CATHOLICISM

INT. PRECINCT HOUSE, SOMERSET'S OFFICE -- LATER EVENING

Somerset lays an envelope on top of the two boxes which have

Detective Mills' name on them. The envelope reads: MILLS.

INSERT -- TITLE CARD

WEDNESDAY:

INT. PRECINCT HOUSE, SOMERSET'S OFFICE -- MORNING

Somerset pushes the door open and notices "DETECTIVE MILLS"

painted on the glass. Rain falls outside. Somerset goes to his

desk, but stops. All his belongings have been moved to a small,

temporary desk in the corner.

Somerset moves to open the top left drawer of the big desk.

Empty. He goes to the temporary desk and urgently searches

through the boxes of papers and files... finds what he was

looking for. He holds a small frame which fits in his palm.

Inside the frame is a PHOTO of an attractive WOMAN. Somerset

pops the frame open, looks at the picture, then puts the picture

in his wallet.

Somerset sits at the temporary desk. He begins to sort through

his papers. After a moment, he glances over his shoulder. The

envelope he left for Mills is gone.

EXT. UPSCALE CITY BLOCK -- MORNING

It's raining. At one high-rent office building, many business

men and women are coming and going in a lunch-hour hurry. Just

to one side of the building, the CORONER'S WAGON drives out from

the mouth of the parking garage into the rain. People on the

sidewalk have to stop to let it cross to the street. At the same

time, a large Lincoln Towncar turns off the street, heads into

the bowels of the garage.

EXT. UPSCALE BUILDING, UNDERGROUND GARAGE -- MORNING

Many police cars and news vans here, and police men and reporters

and photographers everywhere. Mills, looking haggard, finishes a

conversation with a TALL COP by the service elevator.

MILLS:

... good. Do it. I'm going back up.

Tall Cop hurries away as Mills pushes repeatedly on the service

elevator button. The elevator doors open and Mills steps in. As

the door are shutting, a COMMOTION is HEARD. Mills stops the

door and looks out.

Across the garage, the Towncar is pulling to a stop and reporters

are rushing to it. FLASHBULBS are FLASHING.

MARTIN TALBOT, 47, impressive and well dressed, steps out of the

car and faces the reporters as they start shouting questions.

In the service elevator, Mills lets the doors slide shut.

INT. UPSCALE BUILDING, SERVICE AREA -- MORNING

The service elevator opens to a dark physical plant room. Mills

exits the elevator and crosses past humming air-conditioning

vents, dripping pipes and janitor's lockers. To a door...

INT. UPSCALE BUILDING, OFFICE CORRIDOR -- MORNING

Mills comes out the service area door into a bright, ritzy

hallway. This hall and the doors along it reek of money. A few

cops are standing around. Ahead there's a police line, which

Mills ducks under on his way to stately mahogany doors.

INT. LAW OFFICE -- MORNING

A huge law office. A television is on in one corner, showing the

news. Windows overlook the rain wet city. Two FORENSICS dust

for prints, whispering to each other when Mills enters.

FORENSIC ONE:

(to other forensic)

... going to screw it up. I swear... I've

seen...

The other forensic clears his throat, getting back to work.

Forensic One shuts up. Mills notices this, weary.

MILLS:

How's it coming?

FORENSIC ONE:

Nothing yet.

Mills watches them a moment, then turns his attention to another

part of the office. A leather chair sits in an open area.

The chair and the carpet under it are covered in a goodly portion

of brown, dried blood.

There is a trail of dripped blood from the chair to a large desk.

On a cleared off section of the desk, a two-armed, counter

balance SCALE sits, also blood stained. The desk has been

dusted. Behind the desk, GREED is written on the wall in blood,

near a modern art painting.

Mills stands staring at this area. The TELEVISION is HEARD:

ANCHOR (v.o.)

(from television)

... going cut in live downtown right now,

where Defense Attorney Eli Gould was found

murdered in his office late last night.

District Attorney Martin Talbot is taking

questions from reporters...

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