Se7en

Neighbors heard them screaming at each other, like, for two hours.

Nothing new. Then they heard the gun go off.

Both barrels.

A crime of passion.

Yeah.

Just look at all the passion on that wall.

Yeah, well, this is a done deal. All but the paperwork.

The kid see it?

What?

The kid.

What kind of fucking question is that?

We are all gonna be real glad when we get rid of you, Somerset, you know that?

There's always these questions with you. Did the kid see it?

Who gives a fuck? He's dead. His wife killed him.

Anything else has nothing to do with us.

Detective Somerset?

I'm Detective Mills.

Lieutenant, I apologize for interrupting like this...

...just get in town 20 minutes ago, they dump me here.

Look, um...

Mills?

I thought we might find a bar someplace. Sit, talk--

I'd like to get to the precinct.

You know, not much time for this transition thing.

I meant to ask you something, when we spoke on the phone before.

Yeah.

Why here?

I don't follow.

Well, all this effort to get transferred.

It's the first question that popped into my head.

I guess for the same reasons as you.

Or the same reasons you had before you decided to quit, yeah?

You just met me.

Maybe I'm not understanding the question.

It's very simple.

You actually fought to get reassigned here.

I've just never seen it done that way before.

I thought I could do some good. It would be great...

...if we didn't start out kicking each other in the balls.

- If you're calling the shots, lieutenant-- - Yes.

I want you to look and I want you to listen, okay?

Now, I wasn't standing around guarding the Taco Bell.

- I've worked Homicide five years. - Not here.

I understand that.

Well, over the next seven days, detective, you'll do me the favor of remembering that.

Hey, hey. I almost died.

Shut the fuck up down there!

Hello? Yeah.

Okay.

Say it again.

I thought we moved here to get away from tractor pulls.

Serpico's gotta go.

Yeah, well, you might wanna get rid of this little crusty.

This eye, Serpico.

- Did you get it? - Got it.

Good.

Coffee? No?

Nothing's been touched. Everything's like I found it.

What time was death established?

Like I said...

...I didn't touch anything.

But he's had his face in a plate of spaghetti for about 45 minutes now.

Wait a minute. No one bothers with vital signs?

Did I stutter?

This guy ain't breathing unless he started breathing spaghetti sauce.

So that's how it's done around here? I beg your pardon, detective.

But this guy's been sitting in a pile of his own piss and shit.

If he wasn't dead, he would've stood up by now.

- All right, thank you, officer. - Okay.

Thank you.

I wonder.

What exactly was the point of the conversation you were about to get into?

Don't know.

How many times has Barney Fife found dead bodies that weren't dead?

Drop it.

Oof.

Somebody phone Guinness. I think we've got a record here.

Better Homes and Gardens.

Oof.

Who said this was murder?

No one.

Guy's heart's gotta be the size of a canned ham.

If this isn't a coronary, well, ha, ha, I don't know.

Whoops.

How about that?

We had this case once.

Guy dead on the ground.

Knife in his back.

Gotta be murder, right?

Fuck.

Anyway, big insurance policy involved, yeah?

So the guy took the tip of the blade, stuck it in his own shoulder blades.

And he must've screwed up a few times because there was multiples back there.

Could you please be quiet?

Wait a minute.

What?

Got a bucket here.

What's in it?

Agh!

Oh, God.

Fucking vomit.

Any blood in it?

I didn't see any. Help yourself.

Are you thinking it's poison?

Oh, wonderful. Very moody.

Thinking it's poison, Somerset?

You girls have got Forensics waiting outside.

- Don't know if we'll all fit, though. - There's room, light's the problem.

- Hi, how are you? - Hey.

Detective Mills, would you go help the officers question the neighbors?

- What? - Send in Forensics on your way out, please.

He's dead.

Thank you, doctor.

You've seen my files, right? You seen the things I've done.

Nope.

I did my time on door-to-doors and walking the beat.

I did that shit for a long time.

And?

Badge on my belt says "detective." That's the same as yours.

Look, I made a decision.

I had to consider the integrity of the scene.

Couldn't worry whether you thought you were getting enough on the playing field.

Hey, man...

...just don't be jerking me off, that's all I ask. Don't jerk me off.

He's been dead a long time.

And I can tell you, it was not from poison.

Oh, man.

How does someone let themselves go like that?

It took four orderlies just to get him on the table.

How'd the fat fuck ever fit out his front door?

Please. It's obvious he was a shut-in.

Now, look at this.

See how big this stomach is?

And the strange thing is, it stretches.

Here. Look at the size of the cardiac orifice, where the food--

Wait, I see what you're pointing out, but that means nothing to me.

Okay. He's got lines of distention across the duodenum.

And the interior wall is ripped open.

This man ate till he burst?

He didn't really burst. Not all the way.

He was hemorrhaging internally.

And there was a hematoma in the rectus and transverse abdominis muscles.

So he did die by eating.

Yes and no.

What about these bruises up here?

Well, I haven't figured that out yet.

Gun pressed against his head?

Pressed hard enough, sure.

Fuck, yeah.

Marks from the front side, flush with the muzzle.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have ourselves a homicide.

Killer put a bucket beneath him, kept on serving.

Took his time, too.

Coroner said this could've gone on more than 12 hours.

Victim's throat was swollen, probably from the effort.

And there was definitely a point when he passed out.

That's when the killer kicked him and he burst.

Oof. Sadistic fucker, huh?

When you want somebody dead, you drive by and shoot.

You don't risk the time it takes to do this.

- Unless the act itself has meaning. Come on.

Somebody had a problem with the fat boy and decided to torture him.

Simple as that.

In the grocery bags, we found two receipts.

That means the killer stopped in the middle...

...and made a second trip to the supermarket.

So?

Hey, man, it's his thing. I've been out in the rain all day.

This is beginning.

We've got one dead guy, not three.

No motive.

Don't even start that big brain of yours cooking on this, all right?

Please, I'd like to be reassigned.

What? What?

- What, whoa? - What in the hell are you talking about?

This can't be my last duty.

It's just gonna go on and on and on.

You're retiring.

Six more days and you're all the way gone.

Won't be the first time you've left unfinished--

Those other cases were taken as close to conclusion as humanly possible.

And if I may speak freely?

We're all friends here.

- This should not be his first assignment. - Oh, come on, I knew it.

This is not my first assignment, you dick.

It's too soon for him.

Hey, man, I'm right here. You can say that shit to my face.

- Captain-- - It's too soon for you.

Captain, if we can just talk in private?

This isn't working. It's a personal thing.

- Maybe-- - Just shut up, Mills.

Look, I don't have anyone else to put on this and you know it.

This is Metro. You don't just get to swap.

Give it to me.

- Say what? - Yeah, he doesn't want it, fuck him.

Sorry, but see you later. Have a nice time.

- Give it to me. - No, I'm putting you on something else.