Se7en Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 127 min
- 2,902 Views
CAB DRIVER:
Crazy fucks.
The driver pulls away and the cab rages down the street.
Somerset watches the parade of neon passing on the avenue. He
slumps back in the seat and closes his eyes.
CAB DRIVER:
Where you headed?
Somerset opens his eyes.
SOMERSET:
Far away from here.
INT. SOMERSET'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT
The curtains are closed. The SOUNDS of the CITY are here as they
will be everywhere in this story. A CAR ALARM is SOUNDING,
shrill and clear. Somerset's life is packed into moving boxes,
except for some clothing in a closet and hundreds and hundreds of
books on the shelves of one wall. Somerset is lying on the bed,
dressed only in his underwear.
He reaches to the nightstand, to a wooden, pyramidical metronome.
He frees the metronome's weighted swingarm so it moves back and
forth. Swings to the left -- TICK, swings to the right -- TICK.
Tick... tick... tick... measured and steady.
Somerset situates on the bed, closes his eyes. Tick... tick...
tick. The metronome's sound competes with the sound of the car
alarm. Somerset's face tightens as he concentrates on the
metronome. His eyes close tighter. Tick... tick... tick. The
swingarm moves evenly. Somerset's breathing deepens.
Tick... tick... tick. The car alarm seems quieter.
Tick... tick... tick. Somerset continues his concentration. The
metronome's sound seems louder.
Tick... tick... tick. The sound of the car alarm fades, and is
GONE. The metronome is the only sound.
Somerset's face relaxes as he begins to fall asleep. Tick...
tick... tick...
INSERT -- TITLE CARD
SUNDAY:
INT. SOMERSET'S APARTMENT -- MORNING
Somerset picks items off a moving box: his keys, wallet,
switchblade, gold homicide badge. Finally, he opens the
hardcover book he had with him on the train. From the pages, he
takes the pale, paper rose.
INT. TENEMENT APARTMENT -- DAY
Somerset stands before a wall which is stained by a star-burst of
blood. A body lies on the floor under a sheet. A sawed-off
shotgun lies not far from the body. The apartment is gloomy.
DETECTIVE TAYLOR, 52, stands on the other side of the room, looks
through a notepad.
TAYLOR:
Neighbors heard them screaming at each
other for like two hours. It was nothing
new. But, then they heard the gun go off.
Both barrels.
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