Se7en Page #3

SOMERSET:

Did the wife confess?

TAYLOR:

When the patrolman came she was trying

put his head back together. She was crying

too hard to say anything.

Somerset beings walking around the apartment.

SOMERSET:

Why always like this? Only after the

fact... this sudden realization, that if

you shoot someone, or stick a knife in

them, that person will cease to exist.

TAYLOR:

Crime of passion.

SOMERSET:

Yes. Look at all the passion splattered up

on the wall here.

TAYLOR:

This is a done deal. All but the

paperwork.

Taylor shifts his weight, impatient. Somerset looks at a

coloring book open on the coffee table. There are crayons beside

it. Somerset picks the book up, flips through the pages.

SOMERSET:

Did their son see it happen?

TAYLOR:

I don't know.

Taylor closes his notebook, perturbed. Somerset looks at the

pictures of cute, crudely colored animals.

TAYLOR:

What kind of f***ing question is that

anyway?

Taylor walks over and grabs the coloring book to get his

attention.

TAYLOR:

You know, we're all real glad we're getting

rid of you, Somerset. You know that? I

mean, it's always these questions with

you... "Did the kid see it?" Well, who

gives a f***? Huh?

(points)

He's dead. His wife killed him.

Taylor throws the coloring book back to Somerset and walks.

TAYLOR:

Anything else has nothing to do with us.

Taylor leaves, pushing past DETECTIVE DAVID MILLS, 31, who is

just entering. Mills is muscular and handsome. He looks back at

Taylor, then around the apartment, a bit disoriented.

Somerset puts down the coloring book. He stares at the floor,

showing no reaction to Taylor's tantrum.

MILLS:

Uh, Lieutenant Somerset?

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