text / (U.S.) Ann Kevin Walker
Translated / Yi Kuang
1. Interior view, old house,
the sun through the smoke shines on the windows during the day , turning it into a brownish yellow. Somerset, 45, was standing in a corner of this small two-story room. He looked up at the ceiling, looked down at the heavily worn wooden floor, and then stared at the rolled wallpaper.
He stared there like this, retreated leisurely to the center of the room, then stopped, and turned to a wall where the wallpaper was peeling off. The wallpaper with a bush of roses was exposed under the peeling wallpaper. Somerset walked over and stroked one of the pale red roses with his fingers. He peeled away the dirty wallpaper, and the rose was clearly exposed.
He reached out and took out a switchblade from his jacket pocket, and ejected a thin, sharp blade. Somerset carefully carved a square around the rose, then gently peeled off the dried square wallpaper from the wall, held it in his hand and looked at it again.
2. Exterior view, old house,
Somerset stands in front of the old house during the day , looking thoughtfully at the surrounding farms and forests. The chirp of birds.
A man (outside the picture): Is there something wrong?
Somerset didn't answer, but just stopped looking. The man was about thirty-four years old, wearing a jacket of the kind often worn by real estate agents, and standing next to a sign stabbed in the muddy lawn with the word "for sale."
Man: Is there anything wrong?
Somerset turned his face to him, then looked back at the house.
Somerset: No, nothing is wrong, it's just that everything here... seems a little weird.
Man: blame? There is nothing strange about this place. This house should be repaired, in order to sell...
Somerset: No. I like this house and this place.
Man: I have to say the same just now. Because this place is the same as everywhere else, everything is normal.
Somersey nodded, took a deep breath, and smiled on his face.
Somerset: I mean that too. strangeness.
Somerset glanced back at the beautiful scene. The man felt incomprehensible.
3. Interior view, in an American train carriage,
Somerset sat in a window seat the next day , smoking a cigarette, looking at the scenery passing by the window. His seat was at the back end of the carriage, leaving few other passengers. Outside the window, farms, fields, lawns, and small houses flew past. The rays of the sun setting in the west began to blur the scenery outside.
4. Interior view, the
train decelerates in the carriage and runs slowly. Somerset's suitcase was on the aisle next to his seat. On his knees lay an unopened hardcover book. He was still staring out of the car window, his expression slightly nervous. The train drove through a swamp field. The sun has already set at this time.
A carriage that had left the frame on fire was buried in the grass, and it was parked there to rust. It will never be where it has been.
Ahead, the city is waiting. The sky is full of chimneys and industrial cranes.
5. Interior view,
under the roadbed where the train passes by in the carriage are the streets of the city. Slums and abandoned vehicles. People stood in groups in all corners. Depression and deserted.
Somerset's suitcase was placed on the tea table in front of the window. He himself is already in the aisle. He is reading that book. He raised his head, rubbed his eyes, and then lowered his head to read a book without even looking out the window.
6. Location, city streets, at night
Somerset brought a suitcase to the platform outside. The noise of the city is noticeable: cars roaring, people roaring, and police sirens blaring.
Somerset passed by a mess of tourists. A weird man reached out to the tourist leader's suitcase. While pulling the leader’s suitcase, the man shouted: "I will get you a taxi... I will get it." In front, a group of people gathered on the side of the road where two ambulances were parked. , Arguing and arguing to see a bloody man lying on the road.
A traffic policeman pushed hard away from the crowd, and people who got in and out of the ambulance took care of the convulsed injured. Somerset hurried past, blindly. He gestured for a car. A taxi abducted from the traffic on the street and stopped in front of him.
7. Interior view, inside the taxi,
Somerset threw the suitcase into the car at night , then got in the car and closed the door easily.
Driver (to the crowd of onlookers): What happened?
Somerset glanced out at the crowd and then at the driver.
Somerset: Why do you care about this?
Driver (lower voice): No, I'm sorry, just go to hell.
The driver leaned forward, trying to see clearly. The crowd of onlookers suddenly rioted. One man pushed the other, and then the two started fighting. Grabbing each other and tearing their clothes; one person waved his fists one after another, and the other person immediately burst into blood. This one is getting better and harder. Several police officers went up and stopped.
Driver: A foolish bastard.
He drove away, and the taxi drove into the street all at once. Somerset looked at the torrent of street neon lights passing by outside the window, then leaned back on the seat back and closed his eyes.
Driver: Where are you going?
Somerset opened his eyes ---
Somerset: Just stay away from here.
8. Interior view, Somerset's residence, with
curtains closed at night . Urban noise can be heard here, and these sounds can always be heard throughout the film. The whistle of the police car was ringing, sharp and clear. Except for a few clothes in the closet and hundreds of books on the shelf against the wall, Somerset's life was packed into those boxes. Somerset was lying on the bed in his pajamas at this time.
He reached for the bedside table and touched a wooden pyramid metronome. He unloaded the weight attached to the metronome's swing lever so that it could swing. Swing to the left---tick, tick, swing to the right---tick, tick. Accurate and stable.
Somerset lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. Tick, tick, tick... The sound of the metronome echoes the whistle of the police car. When he focused on the metronome, his face tightened. He closed his eyes tightly. Tick, tick, tick... The pendulum rod swings evenly. Somerset's breathing became deep.
Tick, tick, tick... The sound of the police car seems to be getting smaller.
Tick, tick, tick... Somerset continued to listen to the metronome. The sound of the metronome seems to be getting louder.
Tick, tick, tick... The sound of the police car became weaker, smaller, and finally disappeared, leaving only the sound of the metronome.
Somerset fell asleep, and the expression on his face relaxed.
Insert text: Sunday.
9. Interior view, Somerset's residence. In the morning,
Somerset took out a bunch of keys, wallets, switch knives, and gold medals for handling cases from a box in the morning . Then he opened the hardcover book he had read on the train. Take out the faded red paper rose from the page.
10. Interior view, apartment building,
Somerset stands in front of a wall splashed with some blood during the day . There was a man lying on the floor, covered with a bed sheet. Not far from the corpse was holding a sawed-back shotgun. The room is dimly lit.
Detective Taylor, fifty-two, was standing on the other side of the room, flipping through a notepad.
Taylor: The neighbors heard them yelling at each other for about two hours. There is nothing new in this book. However, they heard gunfire later. Two shots.
Somerset: Did your wife confess?
Taylor: When the patrol came, she made him dizzy. She just kept crying, speechless.
Somerset began to pace the room.
Somerset: Why is it always like this? Always after an accident... I suddenly realized that if you shoot a person or stabbing someone with a knife, that person will not survive.
Taylor: Impulsive killing.
Somerset: Yes. Look at this wall, all the splashes on it are because of impulse.
Taylor: It's done. All that is left is the desk work.
Taylor turned his feet up and down, looking very impatient. Somerset saw a colorful book opened on the coffee table. There are a few pieces of chalk beside the book. He picked up the book and quickly flipped through the pages.
Somerset: Did their son see it?
Taylor: I don't know.
Taylor closed his notepad irritably. Somerset saw ferocious and cruel animal illustrations in the book.
Taylor: What kind of shit question are you asking?
Tyler walked over and snatched the color-illustrated book that caught his attention.
Taylor: Somerset, you know, we are all really happy that we are going to get rid of you. do you know? I mean, you are the only one who always asks such questions... "Did the child see it?" Well, who would fart like this? Ah? (Pointing) He is dead. His wife killed him.
Taylor threw the book to Somerset and walked away.
Taylor: We can't control anything else.
Tyler pushed the door out, just passing the incoming detective David Mills. Mills is thirty-one years old, Kong Wu is powerful and handsome. He glanced back at Tyler, and then walked into the room with a slight turn.
Somerset put down the color-illustrated book and stared at the floor, unresponsive to Taylor's temper.
Mills: Hello, Lieutenant Colonel Somerset?
Somerset turned around and saw Mills.
11. Exterior scenes, urban street scenes, body
bags were carried out of the apartment building through the crowd during the day . Somerset came out after him, and Mills followed him. They walked to the end of this dirty building, passing by a man who was peeing on a car.
Mills: I feel a little blinded. It seems that I have only been in this city for twenty minutes, and I was sent here by them.
Somerset: Fortunately, we just started, let's go to a bar... sit down and have a chat. after that……
Mills (interrupting): Actually, it doesn't matter whether you go or not. I want to go to the police station as soon as possible. Let's see if we have enough time to handover work.
Somerset didn't say a word, and just moved on.
Mills: I need to start from scratch, right? Want to meet some people.
Somerset: When I was calling, I wanted to ask you a few questions, Mills. I always wonder...why...here...
Mills: I...I don't understand.
Somerset: You worked so hard for the transfer. This is the first question I can't help but think of.
Mills: I think the reason I am here is the same as you. In other words, it is the same reason that you have been here...at least before you make the transfer decision...
Somerset stopped and turned to Mills---
Somerset: You met me.
Mills: Maybe I didn't understand your question.
Somerset: The problem is very simple. You work in a quiet and beautiful town, but you are desperately trying to come here, as if you are fighting to the death. Detective, I have never seen such a transfer.
Mills: Maybe I thought I would do better here than there.
I do not know either. Hi, if we two complain to each other in vulgar language without meeting each other, I think it would be pretty good. However, Lieutenant Colonel, you have the final say, so... you can figure it out.
Somerset: Then listen to what I want to do. I think you just watch and only listen.
Mills: I don't want to just stand here as the security guard of Taco Bell fast food restaurant. I have been working on homicides for five and a half years.
Somerset: But not here.
Mills: I understand what you mean.
Somerset: Well, in the next seven days, please remind me to remember this.
Somerset turned and left. Mills stood and urinated before going after Somerset.
Insert text: Monday.
12. Interior view, Somerset's residence, early morning
Somerset was still sleeping in bed, and it was still dark. The phone next to the parked metronome rang, awakening Somerset. He looked at the telephone.
13. Interior view, the bedroom where Mills lived,
the sky just exposed outside early in the morning . Mills in the bed has woken up. Next to him is his wife, 30-year-old Tracy, who is still asleep. Mills looked tired, listening to the sound of passing cars outside, blindfolded his eyes with his forearms.
He stretched out his arms, sat up lazily, moved to the side of the bed and sat down. The room was messy, full of boxes and boxes.
Bright light shines through the window on the football trophy exposed from a box. It was a gold football player standing on the base of the trophy, posing for a difficult move.
Mills looked at the trophy with a relieved smile on his face. The phone rang. Mills looked at the phone when Tracey woke up.
She half-squinted her eyes and looked up. She has a beautiful face.
Tracy: What's the matter?
The phone is still ringing. Mills reached out and touched Tracy's shoulder---
Mills: It's okay.
Mills leaned over to answer the phone. Tracey seemed a little frightened——
Tracey: Honey...Where are we?
14. Exterior scenes, apartment buildings, aisles,
Somerset and Mills were walking with Officer Davis wearing badges in the early morning . Davis is a strong policeman in uniform.
They passed the police car and walked into the aisle full of rubbish. Davis handed Somerset two flashlights.
Davis: Everything is as it is, I haven't touched anything.
Somerset: Are you sure about the time of death?
Davis: I said, I didn't touch him, but his face was buried in a plate of spaghetti, it's about forty-five minutes now.
They walked to the rusty side door, and Davis opened it.
15. Interior view, at the entrance of the stairs of the apartment building,
they walked into the ugly stairwell in the dim light early in the morning .
Mills (to Davis): Remember... you mean you didn't check if he is still alive, did you?
Davis: Did I say it? Believe me, he is not angry anymore, or he will suck in the noodle soup.
Mills: The point is, when you found him...
Davis: Forgive me, that guy was sitting in his poop. If he hadn't died, he should have stood up.
Mills was angry, he was just about to speak but was snatched by
Somerset—Somerset (to Davis): Thank you, sir. We will talk to you after we have visited.
Davis: Okay, sir.
Davis glared at Mills as he went out. Mills watched him walk away. The rusty door slammed shut behind Davis. The inside turned black immediately. Somerset turned on his flashlight, and at the same time handed Mills another torch. They stepped upstairs.
Somerset: I don't know what exactly are the main points you are going to talk about?
Mills: I wonder how many times did Officer Davis regard a person who was not dead as a dead person, and when he got into the car, he withdrew his conclusions, and was stunned.
Somerset: Shut up.
Mills: I'll talk about it later.
16. Interior view, in the apartment building, the anteroom.
Somerset walked down from the top of the stairwell, looking at the dark anteroom below in the early morning . At the other end of the hall, a door was open. Within a few seconds, the camera swept across the house.
Mills and Somerset continued to walk. Somerset took out a pair of rubber gloves and put them on, but his eyes were fixed on something on the ground in front of him. There is a yellow recycling trash can just outside the door. It is full of many neat and clean "Reader's Digest".
17. Interior view, a bedroom in an apartment house.
There are still a few lights in this room in the early morning . Dust fell on the lamp. There are several pornographic magazines on the table. Somerset and Mills walked around. Some yellow and white pillows were piled on the couch by the wall. The two TV sets opposite the couch can no longer produce sound.
18. Interior view, the kitchen of the apartment house.
Somerset and Mills flashed into the dark kitchen in the early morning . Mills took out a handkerchief and covered his nose. Eric squatted on the ground, packing up the photographic equipment spread on the ground. He wears a medical mask, lifts his pocket, and walks past the detectives ---
Eric: Enjoy.
Eric is gone. Somerset shone a flashlight around...
At the stove, a used pot or pan was placed on each stove. The food on the chopping board placed there and connected to it has been soaked, and there is a sink next to it. There are used cookware, empty cans and bottles everywhere. Piles of cockroaches appeared in the meantime.
The beam of light of the flashlight was shining from the stove to the dining table along the ticking soup, oil, and rolled food on the floor. The tablecloth was covered with greased paper plates, which contained half-eaten sandwiches, potatoes, beef stew, snacks and many other messy foods.
The kitchen was so small that it could barely accommodate three people. The dining table was placed in the center of the kitchen, and an obese man sitting in a kitchen chair fell down on the table. He died face down and buried in a plate of noodles.
Mills: Gosh... call Guinness. I think we have set a world record here.
Mills walked over, leaned over to look at the dead, but didn't touch him ---
Mills: Who said this was a murder?
Somerset: No one has said that yet.
Mills: Then why are we wasting time here? This guy's heart must be about the size of a can of ham. If it is not coronary heart disease, I don't know what else it will be.
Somerset's flashlight moved under the fat man's corpse, and the beam of light stopped at the foot. Somerset knelt down.
A small piece of rope was exposed from the fat man's trousers. Somerset lifted the trouser legs with a pen, and the rope was tied to the puffy pink knee.
Somerset: I don't know.
Somerset stood up and took a few steps back. Mills came to where he had left, looked under the table, and illuminated the thighs of the body with a flashlight. The fat man's swollen hands were tightly tied and crossed there.
Mills: Again... he may have been tied up by himself, making it a murder. I have seen a man commit suicide... But I want to make sure that his family gets life insurance, don’t you?
Somerset didn't listen. He paid full attention to the corpse, looking closely at the condition of his head and the back of his neck. He held the pen against the back of the deceased's neck and combed the deceased's hair upwards.
The fat man had some round and semicircular bruises on the back of his head and neck, and some under his hair.
Mills: When we found that guy, he was lying there with a knife in his back. How could he commit suicide? Unless, I imagined that way, he held the knife behind his back...
stabbed the tip of the knife into his back, very close to the wall...then let his body fall back down... Somerset Te (angrily): Can you be quiet for a while?
Mills looked up at him. Somerset was still thinking about the bruises.
Mills (smiles): Oh, all right, sir. please forgive me.
Mills straightened up, walked to the other corner of the table, and then squatted down there —
Mills: There is a bucket here.
Somerset: What?
Mills: There is a bucket here, under the table.
Somerset squatted and pulled the tablecloth away on his side, and a metal bucket appeared under the table.
Somerset: What is that?
Mills squatted over with the flashlight, leaned over and looked at what was shining in the beam of light, and immediately retracted.
Mills: It's all vomit.
Mills stood up and stepped back to the refrigerator, not wanting to get close to the barrel.
Mills: A bucket of vomit.
Somerset: Is there blood in it?
Mills: I don't know. You can go and see for yourself, okay?
Somerset stood up and stared at the fat man. He shook his head, his face looked confused. At this moment someone knocked on the door. The two detectives saw Thomas O'Neill, a fifty-two-year-old forensic doctor, had entered the door. O'Neill was looking at the ceiling. He presses the light switch. The light didn't turn on, so he pressed the switch up and down twice.
O'Neill: Great.
O'Neill seemed to be distracted. He put his black bag next to the corpse on the ground, and then began to take surgical tools out of the bag, making a jingle.
Mills turned and opened the refrigerator. It was almost empty inside.
Mills (to Somerset): Do you think it is poisoned?
Somerset: There is no point in guessing this question.
The trash can next to the refrigerator contains empty food containers, almost full to the side of the bucket. Mills pulled them with his pen.
O'Neill: Your forensic lady is waiting outside. I don't know if we are all right or wrong here.
Mills: The main reason is that there is not enough space and there are also problems with the lights.
Somerset glanced at Mills and then at the limited room.
Somerset: Here... can accommodate two people. Well, three people must be too crowded. (Pause) Detective Mills, go to help the police officer ask the neighbors around him.
Mills looked up, unhappy.
Mills: I'll stay here.
Somerset kept his eyes on the corpse.
Somerset: When you go out, ask a forensic lady to come in.
Mills remained motionless. He raised his flashlight to shine the side of Somerset's face. After a while, Somerset looked at Mills, his eyes reaching Mills. After a while, Mills turned off the flashlight and left.
O'Neill embraced the deceased's head with both hands, and raised his face buried in the noodles ---
O'Neill: He is dead.
Somerset: Thank you, doctor.
19. Interior view, in Somerset's car, during the day
Somerset drove his car, and Mills was his passenger. The traffic is heavy. The two of them stared at the front in silence. Mills is nervous and uneasy ---
Mills: You read my file, right? Know the cases I have done?
Somerset: No.
Mills (looking out the window): Anyway... I patrolled door to door like serving my sentence, following the rules, and doing this shit for a long time.
Somerset: Good.
Mills: The word on the badge in my pocket is the same as yours, "Detective".
Somerset: I have made a decision because I have to consider the case in its entirety. I can't worry about you because you want to have enough time to play on the playground.
Mills: Yes, okay, okay, my request is just... (pause) just, just don't dump me. This is all my requirements. Don't dump me.
Mills looked at Somerset. Somerset stared at the road, only nodded slightly. After saying what he wanted to say, Mills slumped back on the back of the seat.
Somerset: Before I leave, we have to spend every sleepless moment together. I want you to know who is your friend and who is your enemy. I want to help you bypass the red tape of the official documents, like the sheriff said, to help you learn to "think about everything." But... (pause, clears throat) Whether you beg or swear... It's up to you to work hard if you don't get thrown away.
This surprised Mills... Somerset still has a sense of humor?
Somerset: Did you hear clearly?
Mills: Ah... Of course... It's just that with my old partner, you know...
Somerset: I just think we shouldn't have that kind of relationship. Aren't we arguing about little things?
Mills smiled nervously, but felt a little more relaxed.
Mills: Everything you say is wonderful, detective.
20. Interior view, autopsy room, daytime
The room is large, cold and clean. It seems to be made of stainless steel and white tiles. Many medical staff work at the morgue table. From time to time, a scream was caused by an organ. Somerset is with Mills and Dr. Santiago. The doctor stood beside the fat man's body. The body has been mutilated.
Brother Santiago: He has been dead for a long time. I can tell you that he was not poisoned to death.
Santiago moved to the side to let Mills stand over. Mills only took a short step, looking at the corpse in disgust. Santiago reached into the abdomen of the corpse. The lens moves away.
Mills: Ah, people... how can people get this far? Look at those fats.
Santiago felt something and made a creaking noise.
Brother Santiago: Just lifting this corpse onto the table used me and the four staff on duty.
Mills: How did this fat guy get out of his room?
Somerset: Yes, he obviously kept it inside. Although he is not an enviable person, even at this point, he should still have a little dignity.
Santiago: Have you paid attention to this? First...Look at how big his stomach is. And, look at how strange this is. Fully stretched. The stomach is swollen. See how big they are, they are all stuffed with food.
Mills: I saw it, but...
Santiago: The swelling thread was scattered on the stomach, and it broke in some places.
Somerset (suspiciously): Doctor, you said... Does this man eat until he is dead?
Brother Santiago: Ah, he didn't really hold up. Not all that. However, his internal organs were bleeding all the time, and the hematoma appeared on his belly outside. very large.
Mills: Did he eat to death?
Santiago: Yes. Besides, there are other things, come and take a look.
Santiago walked to a table and reached out to the many jars on the table. Somerset walked around the mortuary board, and at the same time looked down at the fat man's head with short hair, some of which had been shaved.
Somerset: The scar on the victim's head...
You can see many round and semi-circular scars, as if they all came from the same coin.
Santiago: I still don't know what they are. They...
Somerset: They may be caused by a gun. A gun barrel... pressed out against the back of his head.
Brother Santia picked out a jar he was looking for, came over and leaned over to look at the fat man's head, and nodded at the same time.
Santiago: If it is to force him hard, that's right. It is possible. This...
Santiago handed the jar to Somerset.
Santiago: Most of the food ingredients in his stomach have now been tested...but, these...I also found them in his stomach.
Somerset raised the jar. There are many small blue plastic pieces inside. They rolled slightly, like scrapes. Somerset handed the jar to Mills, and Mills shook the jar and looked at it carefully.
Mills: Is it plastic?
Santiago: How can these things get into a person's stomach? I really don't understand.
21. Interior view, the kitchen of the apartment house. The room where the
fat body was found during the day is now illuminated by fluorescent lamps. Two forensic doctors, a man and a woman, are collecting fingerprints. Both Somerset and Mills crawled on all fours on the floor. Somerset held the jar in his hand and touched the floor leather.
Somerset: The color and texture are the same as the crumbs.
Mills (to the forensic doctor): Did you find plastic crumbs in the stove and sink? Where is the food?
Male forensic doctor: What do you mean?
Mills and Somerset continued to search on the floor.
Mills (to Somerset): It doesn't make any sense to keep looking.
Somerset: I have to find something unusual to study. There will always be something like this, it may be as small as a dust, but you have to find it to study it. As long as there is a silver lining, you have to look for it.
The two forensic doctors looked at them, curious. Somerset approached the refrigerator.
Mills: Probably nothing.
Somerset: If there is nothing, then why is there so much debris in his stomach? That must be artificial.
Somerset stopped moving. Where he stopped, there were a few deep scratches on the linoleum. He used his fingers to dig the scratched ditch, then took a small piece of plastic out of the jar, lifted it to the floor, and placed it in a ditch for comparison.
Then, Somerset got up from the ground and looked at the place below. Those scratches are on the front of the refrigerator, as if they were drawn when the refrigerator was dragged from the wall. It was pushed back to its original place at some point later.
Somerset (to Mills): Come here.
22. Interior view, the kitchen of the apartment. Later that day,
Mills and Somerset were dragging the refrigerator out of the corner one by one in order to see the empty space behind the refrigerator.
After they dragged out for more than a foot, Mills leaned back and glanced back, showing a look of surprise ---
Mills: Oh my God!
Somerset walked over and looked. There is a space between the refrigerator and the wall that has been cleaned. In the gap, a few words are written: One is gluttony. The handwriting was written dipped in grease. There was a note pinned beside it.
23. Interior scene, police district, sheriff's office, in the morning the
sheriff's office is full of photos, pictures, books and prisoners' files. Although the files are piled up, the office is still neatly organized. The sheriff was about fifty years old, sitting behind his tidy desk. He is wearing a white shirt and his tie is slightly more conservative. He is a calm person, he does not speak easily at any time, and he speaks to the point. He gritted his back teeth from time to time, and even the muscles of his cheeks and neck were affected. Somerset and Mills were sitting in front of him.
Somerset: The bruise was caused by the muzzle of a point 45 gun. It seems that there was a gun against his head at that time, letting him choose: either eat it or blossom his head.
Somerset (stands up and paces): He was too full to eat, and was forced to stuff it down... until he instinctively vomited food out. The murderer had prepared a bucket and put it under his body. He is delaying time. The coroner said that the process took more than twelve hours. The throat of the deceased was worn and swollen. It is possible that he had passed out for a while. The murderer kicked him in the stomach at that time and killed him all at once.
Mills: This is a sadistic bastard.
Sheriff: This seems obvious.
Somerset took a photo, the photo of the piece of paper pinned to the back of the refrigerator.
Somerset (reading the words on the note): "Dear detectives: The road is long and hard, and you can see the day when you get out of hell." This is the murderer's method of self-declaration.
Sheriff: What do you declare?
Somerset: There are seven deadly sins: gluttony, rage, greed...
Sheriff: What's the matter then? This victim...
Somerset:...Jealous, lazy, arrogant and lustful. A total of seven cases.
Sheriff: Ah, it turns out that gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins. But this is a big fat man. The murderer may think that torture him in this way is the best way. There is always such a thing as writing on the wall, it seems very fashionable to do so.
Somerset: One is gluttony.
The sheriff was upset because he gritted his back teeth. He turned to look at Mills.
Mills: This is his temper. It was too cold, I stayed outside all day.
Somerset: This is a pre-designed mystery, and this is just the beginning.
Sheriff: Always in passion, isn't it, Somerset? The clever mind is always making up something.
Somerset (sit down): I decline to accept this case. I think you should send someone else.
Mills: Who, who... what's going on?
Sheriff: It's like this: "I decline to accept this case." It is invalid to put forward this way.
Somerset: I don't want this to be the last case I deal with here, and there will be new cases in succession.
Sheriff: I know what you are thinking, believe it? You don't want to take this case to bed every night, but it's completely different now. You are about to retire and you will leave completely in six days.
Somerset shook his head.
Sheriff: Throw down an unfinished job before you go.
Somerset: There are so many things to let who do, and the results are almost the same... Besides, this will not be the first time he has accepted the task.
Mills: This is not the first time I have accepted a mission, boss. What is going on?
Mills stood up angrily.
Sheriff: I haven't found a suitable candidate for this case, Somerset, you know that. No one can replace you.
Mills: Leave the case to me.
Sheriff: How can it be done?
Mills: I didn't cooperate with him. If Somerset wants to quit, then Bye-bye. Leave the case to me.
The sheriff considered Mills' words.
Somerset: Let him take over, a little hastily.
Mills (to the sheriff): Can we talk about this separately?
The sheriff looked at Somerset, then at Mills.
Sheriff: No need. Go ahead.
Mills: Thank you.
Sheriff: Go ahead, start with picking up the debris. Let's collect the information first, and then we will match you with a partner.
Mills glanced at Somerset, closed the door and left. Somerset looked down at the ground, as if depressed. He looked up at the sheriff.
Sheriff: You won, Somerset. you can go now.
Insert subtitles: Tuesday.
24. Exterior scene, a street in the city. During the day,
a newspaper vendor spreads out a thick stack of newspapers in front of his crowded newsstand.
The headline of the newspaper was: "A Strange Murder!" The font was bold and heavy.
The newspaper vendor spread out another thick stack of newspapers. The headline of this newspaper was: The greedy killer said, "If you don't eat it, you will die!!" The font is in big red letters.
The newspaper vendor took out the third thick newspaper. The title of this time is "Disgusting Murder——Exclusive Inside Information Revealed!"
25. Interior view, police station, Somerset's office, the office during the day
has only one window facing the sign, the room It's a bit cold inside. You can hear the sounds of vehicles coming and going outside. There are a few boxes on the ground. Somerset sat at his desk working with two piles of documents. He is filling out a yellow form with a manual typewriter. He typed while looking for letters, typing very slowly. After filling in the blank form, I took it out of the typewriter again. At this moment someone knocked on the door.
Somerset: Please come in.
The sheriff pushed in and stopped at the door. Standing on either side of him were varnishers and handymen.
Sheriff: Excuse me. Let's take care of it because of something.
The neatly dressed police chief gritted his teeth as usual. Somerset aligned the forms on the typewriter and started typing.
The sheriff stepped into the room. The words "Detective Mills" were written on the two boxes on the ground. He lifted one box and put it on top of the other.
The door was open, and the handyman took a blade from his tool bag. He began to scrape off the words on the door glass with this blade: Detective Somerset. The sound made by the blade when scraping the glass sounds like scraping a blackboard with a nail.
Somerset couldn't help raising his head.
Handyman: I'm sorry.
Somerset lowered his head again, looking for letters and typing on the typewriter. The sheriff watched. The worker went on to do his work.
Sheriff: Have you heard that?
Somerset (not looking up): No, I haven't heard of anything.
Sheriff: Here comes the second crime.
Somerset stopped and looked at the sheriff.
Somerset: The second crime has come.
Sheriff: Greed. It is a word written in blood.
After thinking about what he said,
Somerset continued typing --- Somerset: This matter has nothing to do with me anymore.
Sheriff: I thought you might still want to re-employ.
Somerset: I believe that others will do well.
Sheriff: That's right.
Somerset: That's good.
He tapped on the typewriter while looking for letters again. The sheriff's back teeth were clenched tightly. He walked straight to Somerset's desk and started to sort out the two files.
Sheriff: Go ahead. Are you planning to do something outside by yourself?
Somerset: I might find a job on a farm.
Sheriff: Don't you feel it yet? Doesn't it feel like that...? You will no longer be a policeman.
Somerset: What are you talking about?
Sheriff: You know.
Somerset leaned back and faced the sheriff——-
Somerset: Have you read about the dog-walking person in today's newspaper? He was attacked and his wallet and watch were taken away. Then, just as he was lying on the ground unconscious, the attacker poked him in both eyes with a knife. This incident happened four blocks away from here.
Sheriff: I heard.
Somerset: I don't know more about this place.
Sheriff: It's always the case.
Somerset: Really? (Moves to the typewriter) Maybe you are right.
The sheriff put down a document, the two documents have been neatly coded.
Sheriff: You are here to handle this case. You were born to do this job. I think you don't deny this. I don't believe you are willing to let go of work and live a leisure life with tool bags and fishing rods. (Silence for a moment, preparing to leave) Maybe I was wrong.
The sheriff is gone. Somerset raised his head, grabbed the document, and messed up the two again. He glanced at the handyman at work. The worker was also looking at Somerset. He was clearing away the remnants of Somerset's name left on the glass.
Somerset (angrily): Add some oil and then scrape.
The handyman at work was taken aback and hurried to do his work.
26. Interior view, in the bedroom of Somerset's residence,
a throwing sign hung on the wall later in the night . With a heavy blow--Somerset's switchblade hit the sign and nailed it there.
Somerset stepped across the almost empty room, went over and pulled the knife out, then returned to the front of the only chair in the room, and threw the switchblade again. The knife was nailed to the sign again. Somerset sat down.
He picked up a book dropped on the ground and put it on his knees. From outside the blinds came the screams of children outside and loud music playing. Somerset looked up at the ceiling. He opened the book, flipping through it blankly...then he threw the book on the floor.
27. Location, city street, night. Later,
Somerset got out of his car and walked to the side of the road with a notebook in his hand. Thunder can be heard at this time. He took a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it.
He walked along the north-south road. The traffic on the street drove by like a race. Pedestrians also hurried. In a public telephone booth, a person yelled angrily into the microphone, and then tapped the phone body with the microphone. A firetruck screamed, flashed with police lights, and roared off the street.
Somerset passed by a few homeless men sleeping on the side of the road, and stepped onto the long wide stone steps. A homeless man sat up and looked at Somerset ---
Homeless man : Would you like to enjoy a cigarette?
Somerset: Sorry, only one is left.
The roof of the library appeared in front of Somerset. The library is a strong and majestic building.
28. Interior view, public library, when later in the night
Somerset and George, the 62-year-old night guard, walked into the spacious main reading room. The chandelier on the roof emits a warm light, shining on the mahogany tables and chairs. The reading room is full of bookshelves. The bookshelves are divided into three levels, overlooking the central reading area. Somerset felt very comfortable. This is what he likes and feels at ease. George led him to an empty table.
George: Sit as you like.
Somerset: Thank you, George.
Somerset looked at the top floor of the cloister. There were two security guards and a worker looking down at the railing below.
Somerset: Good evening, gentlemen.
Those few people also greet him.
A security guard: George, hurry up, the cards are almost cold.
George (to Somerset): The responsibility is here, I have to go.
George shook Somerset's hand, and then walked up the stairs that spiraled up to the corridor. Somerset walked down the main aisle and looked around the bookshelves on both sides and the books on the shelves.
George arrived at the top gallery, sat at the poker table, and continued playing the interrupted poker game.
Somerset put the notebook on the table and turned on a green work lamp. thunder. Somerset looked up and listened. The rain began to patter on the windowsill high on the roof.
Somerset (loudly): Gentlemen, with so many books, despite your cruising knowledge of the world, you play poker all night long.
On the cloister above.
George took out a big box from the broomstick.
Workers: We have a culture.
Another security guard (playing the card): Well, our group of stupid donkeys actually have a culture.
Everyone laughed. George put the big box on the armrest of the cloister so that they were just talking to Somerset.
In the main reading area below.
Somerset walked into the passage between the bookshelves. There was the voice of the card friends talking from above. Somerset was looking for the book, flipping through the title on the spine of the book. He flicked a book and pulled it out. Then continue to find.
On the top floor of the cloister.
George dealt the cards on the big box and amplified his voice.
George: How can there be culture like this?
In the main reading area below.
Somerset was searching for books. The air filled with Mozart's music melody floated from a distance. Somerset stopped looking for books and listened. Then, he closed his eyes and became drunk.
On the top of the cloister.
George sat at the card table, took out a cigar, and lit it; looking down at the reading area below.
George: Smallley, where are you going?
Below, Somerset walked out of the bookshelf passage.
In the main reading area below.
Somerset looked up to see George.
Somerset: Thank you.
29. The interior
scene , the public library, the main reading area, when the melody of the music is still floating in the sky at night , like a low and cool breeze.
Somerset moved across the bookshelf, holding several books. He took another book from another shelf and held it in his arms.
On the top of the cloister.
George played cards and won another round. The others dropped their cards in frustration. George smiled and smoked a cigar.
Cigar smoke floated in the air. The smoke dissipated slowly. Above, raindrops are still jumping on the skylight.
In the main reading area below.
Somerset sat down at the table, opened a book and read it.
30. Interior view, Mills' residence, bedroom and living room,
the melody of the night music is uninterrupted, drifting into the scene. The music is so beautiful that it makes people feel a little sad. Tracey in her pajamas sat on the bed nervously. She lifted the quilt and walked to the door. She stood at the door and looked into the living room. Mills was sitting at the table with her back to Tracy, searching for something in the pile of papers and photos. A basketball game is playing on TV. But he had no intention of watching it. He sat down and took a sip of coffee. Obviously mood swings. He didn't know that Tracey was looking at him.
Tracey looked at her husband with concern.
31. The interior
scene , the public library, the main reading area, the melody of the night music is uninterrupted and still reverberating. Somerset opened two books at the same time, opened his notebook, and took notes. He wrote—
seven deadly sins: gluttony, greed, anger, lust, arrogance, jealousy, and laziness.
Somerset crossed out greed and greed. He picked up the second volume of Dante's "Divine Comedy" "Purgatory". See the following page:
secular paradise
Seven: lust
Six: greedy
seven ladder five: lack of greed and profligacy
Xizui
Four: Lazy
III: Rampage
II: jealous
one: arrogance
purgatory island
in the cloister top.
George and those partners finished another round of cards. George looked at Somerset who was taking notes below. George grabbed the poker and began to shuffle the cards again.
George (to Somerset below): You know what, Smallley...you really almost forgot about us.
George dealt the cards again, but several of them were dealt wrongly, and they were thrown out of the table and in the corridor.
The main reading area below.
Somerset looked up at George, then looked around.
Somerset: I'm going to be fast.
above.
The cards that George threw were fluttering and falling slowly.
32. Interior view, police station, Somerset's office, at dusk
In the darkness in the office, Somerset leaned over on the desk and wrote: "Detective Mills, you can probably read the following books about the seven deadly sins. They are from Dante’s Purgatory and Canterbury Tales. "The Pastor’s Story" and the "Catholic Dictionary".
33. Interior view, police district, Somerset's office,
Somerset put an envelope on top of two books in the evening . The book has the name of Detective Mills. "Mills Kai" was written on the envelope.
Insert subtitles: Wednesday.
34. Interior view, police station, Somerset's office. When
Somerset pushed the door in the morning to get in, he saw the words "Detective Mills" written on the glass of the door. It's raining outside. Somerset walked to his desk, but stopped again. All his belongings have been moved to a small table temporarily moved in the corner.
Somerset walked over and opened the left-hand drawer on the top of the large table. It's all empty. He hurried to search for documents and information in that small table...find what he was looking for. He touched a small frame that he could hold with his palm, and inside it was a picture of a beautiful woman. Somerset opened the frame, glanced at the photo, and put it in his pocket.
Somerset sat down at the small table and proceeded to look for things in the pile of papers. After a while, he looked back and found that the envelope he had left for Mills was missing.
35. Interior view, a high-end city building, it is
raining in the morning . In an expensive office building, many men and women business people come and go in a hurry. On one side of this building, a funeral home car rushed into the rain from the exit of the parking lot. Pedestrians on both sides of the road gave way to let it drive through the street. At the same time, a Lincoln sedan turned into this street and plunged into the driveway of the parking lot.
36. Exterior scene, the underground parking lot of the high-end building,
many police cars and news unit vehicles in the morning ; police and reporters are everywhere. Mills, with a tired face, was talking with a tall policeman by a working elevator.
Mills: ...OK, let's do it. I fully support it.
The tall policeman hurriedly left, and Mills pressed the elevator button continuously. The elevator door opened and Mills walked in. When the door was closing, a commotion was heard suddenly, and Mills blocked the elevator door and looked out.
At the end of the parking lot, the city car was slowly coming to a halt, and reporters rushed up. At the same time, dazzling flashes are lit.
Forty-seven-year-old Martin Talbot walked out of the car neatly and immediately attracted attention. He turned his face to them when the reporters asked questions like a gunshot.
Mills retracted his arm and let the elevator door close automatically.
37. Interior view, the service area of the high-end building, the
elevator door opened in the morning , facing a dark machine room. Mills walked out of the elevator, passing the buzzing air-conditioning fans, ticking pipes and the cubicles where the handymen lived, and walked to the door...
38. Interior view, office corridors of high-end buildings,
Mills from the service area in the morning The door enters into the bright and stylish hall aisle. This hall and its doors on all sides are full of riches. There are a few policemen scattered here. There was a cordon ahead, where Mills was walking fast, towards the magnificent mahogany gates.
39. Interior view, law firm,
a huge lawyer's office in the morning . A TV set in the corner is broadcasting news programs. The window can overlook the city after the rain. Two forensic doctors are collecting fingerprints. When Mills came in, the two were whispering.
One forensic (to the other): ... things will get messy. I swear... I saw... the
other forensic doctor cleared his throat and turned around to continue his work. The first forensic doctor shut up immediately. Mills had discovered this situation, and he was bored.
Mills: How's it going?
A forensic doctor: Still nothing.
Mills looked at both of them for a while, then turned to pay attention to the rest of the office.
In a spacious place, there is a leather chair. There was a large brown blood stain on the chair and the carpet below. There are also traces of blood dripping from the chair on the table. A double-arm scale was placed on a cleared space on the table, which was also stained with blood. The entire table has been cleaned. On the wall behind the desk, there is a big letter written in blood: Greed. The characters are written like a modernist art painting.
Mills stood there staring at the place, listening to the broadcast on the TV.
Host (voice-over from TV): Now insert the live broadcast. This is where defense lawyer Eli Gould was killed in his office late last night. Martin Talbot, a lawyer in the area, is answering questions from reporters...
40.
The capitalized shot of Talbot's head on the TV screen reveals the 4 big golden teeth in his mouth. This scene was broadcast from the parking lot below.
A reporter (voice-over from TV):...Is there a small conflict of interest in this? I mean, your prosecutors have lost to Mr. Gould and his defense team in several very important cases...
Talbot (voice-over from TV): A joke, it's almost Attacked. There is no conflict of interest here, and if there is any requirement, it is inevitable.
The other reporters shouted and asked questions, but Talbot remained unmoved.
Talbot (voice-over from TV): Now, let me finish...I want to talk now. I have just met with law enforcement officials and they have assured me that they will send the best personnel to handle this matter.
Mills turned to watch Talbot on TV.
Talbert (outside the picture): Everyone, wait and see, we will deal with this matter as quickly as possible. This incident will become a model for solving the case quickly.
Mills walked over and turned off the TV.
Mills (to the TV): Shut your foul mouth.
When he turned his head, he saw two forensic doctors looking at him. When they saw him turning around, they turned to look away again.
Mills left the TV and walked towards a picture frame on the floor. The mirror frame was placed right in the center of the room, facing the door.
In the frame is a picture of a middle-aged woman, dressed as a young and beautiful woman, wearing pearls with a smile on her face. On the glass of the frame, someone drew two large circles on the woman's eyes with blood stains. Mills sat on the ground, looking at the picture.
41. Interior view, in Mills' car.
Mills slammed the door shut after entering the car in the morning . He was alone in the car. There was the sound of rain outside. He wiped the rain off his face and looked at his tired eyes in the mirror. He took out two new books he had just bought: "The Canterbury Tales" and Dante's "Purgatory."
Mills made a face, then opened "Purgatory" and turned to the place where the mark was made. He put the book on the steering wheel and read it. He bit his lip and read almost every word.
He did read very carefully, and read it out from time to time. Finally, finally shook his head and closed the book. He did not understand a word. After resting for a while, he slapped the steering wheel vigorously with a book.
Mills: Shit, Dante, my goodness. He wrote poems, shit...
He threw the book toward the windshield, then raised his head back, closed his eyes, and tried to calm himself down. After a while. In the silence, there was a "bang, bang, bang" noise from the car windows. Mills looked up and was taken aback...
The tall policeman in a raincoat stood outside the car window. Mills rolled down the window glass. The policeman stuffed a wet paper pocket.
Mills: Good job, police officer, good job.
Mills rolled the car window and opened the paper bag. It contained scraps of paper, newspaper clippings annotating Dante’s "Purgatory" and "The Canterbury Tales".
Mills: Oh my god, my god.
42. Interior view, police station, Somerset's office, it was
still raining outside during the day . Somerset sat at the big desk that now belonged to Mills. When Mills came in with his pile of books, he had just filled out a form. Somerset raised his head---
Somerset (with his belongings): I will make way for you.
Mills put the book on the table. His expression was a little depressed. Somerset moved to the small table temporarily moved. Both of them sat down, packed their things, and neither looked at each other.
The two were five feet apart, doing their own things. All pretended not to know that the other party was there. Mills took out the "Cliff" notebook, turned to see if Somerset noticed, then put the notebook in the drawer of his desk.
Somerset completed the form, flicked it, and looked at Mills. Mills was sorting through the photos he found from the "greedy" murderer. Somerset continued to write something. The phone rang suddenly. The two looked at the phone at the same time. The phone rang again.
Somerset: I have a lot of mailing here. You are in an office, so please answer the phone.
Mills (pick up the microphone and face it): I'm Detective Mills. (Listening for a while, lowering his voice) Honey, please don't call here, I will answer you later... (listen) What? why? (With a confused face, facing the microphone): Why? Ok... Okay, wait.
Mills cleared his throat and extended the microphone to Somerset—
Mills: My wife called.
Somerset: What's the matter?
Mills shrugged. Somerset got up and took the microphone.
Somerset (to the microphone): Hey, (listen) it's me, ok, I'm glad to be able to talk to you. (Listen) Okay, I thank you for thinking that way... But... (Listen) In that case, I think I'll be very happy. Thank you so much. Yes, yes, goodbye.
Somerset put down the phone and shook his head.
Mills: Okay?
Somerset: She invited me to your house for supper. I agreed.
Mills: What is this for?
Somerset: Just tonight.
Mills was completely confused.
Somerset went back to the table and sat down.
Mills: I don't know if I have any food tonight.
43. Interior view, Mills' residence, the living room and the living room are used as a corner of the kitchen, and
meals are being cooked on the stove at night . Tracey set up a table in the living room with exquisite tableware.
At this time, hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, Mills and Somerset walked down the aisle in front of the door one after another. Mills was carrying a brand-new suitcase.
Tracy: Hello, men. You keep your promise.
Mills: Hi, my dear.
Mills kissed Tracey, then turned to Somerset.
Mills: I also invite you to meet Somerset.
Somerset: Hello.
Somerset shook Tracey's hand lightly.
Tracy: Nice to meet you. My husband often talks to me about you... just never said your first name.
Somerset: Ah, it's William.
Tracy: William, a nice name. I also ask you to meet David. (To Mills) David --- William.
Mills laughed after hearing this, nodded in recognition of this, and walked through the room first.
Mills: Very good... I just want to save them.
Mills walked to the bedroom connected to it. Somerset crossed his hands and stood in front of him.
Somerset: It smells so good.
Tracy: What? Ah yes. I mean, thank you. (Signing to the table) Please sit down.
Somerset took off his jacket. Tracey went to take care of the food.
Tracy: Put your shirt on the recliner. Please forgive us for the mess here, we have not had time to clean up.
An object on Mills' desk caught Somerset's attention. It was a medal in a small and exquisite box placed between paper and pen.
Somerset: I heard that you and Mills were lovers in high school.
Tracy: It's right to say that it was in high school and college. It's fun, isn't it? The first time we dated, I knew he was the man I was going to marry. God... he is the most interesting person I know.
Somerset: Really?
Somerset thought about what she said. He picked up the medal in the box: the medal awarded by the police department for heroism.
Somerset: Ah, in this day and age, this is a rare thing... it belongs to the category of heroic dedication.
He put down the medal. When Somerset unloaded the gun from his belt, Tracey kept watching the gun under his waist.
Somerset (pointing to the gun): Don't worry. I don't bring it on the table.
Tracy: Even though I always see guns, I still don't like guns.
Somerset put the gun and his jacket together.
Somerset: Me too.
Tracey smiled. Somerset walked to the dining table and put a small notebook in his jacket pocket into his trouser pocket. A small piece of paper fell and fell at Tracy's feet.
Tracy: Anyway... the girl's family wouldn't regard the captain of the football as her life partner, right? Hey, you dropped something...
Tracey picked it up, a faded paper rose. She glanced at the piece of paper as she handed it to Somerset. Somerset was a little unnatural.
Tracy: What is that?
Somerset looked at the paper rose and put it aside.
Somerset: My future.
Tracey tilted her head and looked at Somerset.
Tracy: Your behavior is a little weird... I mean it's funny. Sorry, I really shouldn't interfere with you. It's nice to know a man who talks like this. (Returns to the stove) If David sees that paper gadget, he will say you are a fool. He is that kind of person.
Somerset (laughs): I don't think I will let him see it.
44. Interior view, Mills' residence, living room, night
A tape recorder is placed on a suitcase, playing light music. Tracey, Mills, and Somerset are eating. Mills had a remote control beside him, and he occasionally touched it with his finger accidentally.
Tracy: Why are you still not getting married? William?
Mills: Tracey... what are you talking about...
Somerset touched the napkin, thinking about how to answer.
Somerset: I used to get married soon. But finally did not form.
Tracy: It surprised me...really, it surprised me.
Somerset: Anyone who lives with me for a long time will find me difficult to get along with. If you don't believe me, ask your husband.
Mills: That's true.
Mills grinned, but his intentions were clear.
Tracey (to Somerset): How long have you lived in this place?
Somerset: It's been a long, long time. (Sipping a sip of wine) What do you think?
Tracey glanced at Mills.
Mills: It takes time to adapt to the environment.
Somerset could see that this was an unpleasant topic.
Somerset: Ah, at this point, you will soon adapt to the degree of insensitivity. There is something in any city... a
low rumble. The dishes on the table shook and made noises.
Mills: Underground train.
The dishes clashed louder when they shook. The coffee cup and the spoon in it are touching. Tracey squeezed the cup and smiled at Somerset, pretending to be okay. But she was obviously a little embarrassed——
Tracey: The car passed by in one minute.
They waited for the car to pass. The rumbling became louder, and it seemed to knock down something in the underground driveway. Somerset was still eating, the food in his hand shaking. The recorder... keep playing music. The rumble and tremor gradually disappeared. Mills looked uncomfortable.
Mills: This real estate agent... It's not a damn thing, he showed us the houses a few times. I thought he was honest and efficient. Later, I began to wonder why he always urged us to buy a house? Why does he only let us stay here for five minutes at a time?
Mills' smile looked embarrassing.
Tracy: We found out the night before.
Somerset tried to be as quiet as possible, but couldn't help but laugh.
Somerset: A home of tranquility, relaxation and tremor. I'm sorry...
he covered his mouth and laughed loudly. Mills and Tracey also laughed.
Mills: Ah, damn...
45. Interior, Mills' residence, living room, night
recorder playing another piece of music. Tracey poured coffee into the cup. Mills and Somerset were drinking beer.
Tracy: I don't think I have ever met anyone who doesn't want TV before. No TV... It's incredible.
Mills: The non-American way is like that.
Somerset: The whole function of TV is to teach children. It's so cool to eat candy all day.
Mills: Where is that sports?
Somerset: What's the matter with sports?
Tracey brought a plate of snacks and put it on the table.
Mills: At least you go to the movies?
Somerset: I read. Remember to read?
Mills: I just wanted to say this. I look down on people who haven't read "Green Acres."
Somerset looked blank. Tracey walked across the room.
Mills: Have you never read "Strange Companion"? This book is disgusting. What about "Honeymooner"...
Somerset: I only probably remember a big man who was angry. There was a man named Norton.
Tracey turned down the voice of the tape recorder, walked into the bedroom inside, and closed the door.
Mills and Somerset looked at the closed door for a while. They looked at each other and sat for a while. Somerset put down his beer and sighed. He looked around.
46. Interior view, Mills' residence, the living room
only has noise outside. The table in the living room has been cleaned up, and it is now full of charts, reports and 8X10 inches of photos. Mills and Somerset were both standing. Mills picked up the photos and started showing Somerset one by one.
Mills: The guy we are looking for enters the building, probably before closing the door after get off work and strengthening security. Gould must be working late.
Somerset: I believe that. He is the most famous defense lawyer in this area. In fact, the character is extremely poor.
Mills: No, his body was found on Monday night, right? But, this, this... The office is closed all day on Monday. This means that as long as the gluttonous murder occurs before the weekend, the murderer will be able to enter here on Friday. He spent all days with Gould on Saturday and Sunday.
Mills picked up a picture and showed it to Somerset. In the photo is a distant shot: the scene of the greedy murder. Gould died sitting in a leather chair, and there was a counter scale on the next table.
Mills: Gould was tied up naked. The murderer did not tie his arms and put a long and large butcher's knife in his hand. Look... this scale.
Mills pulled out another photo. Close-up lens: a double-arm scale. There is a one-pound weight on one end of the scale, and a piece of human flesh in the hanging pan on the other end.
Somerset: Human flesh weighs exactly one pound.
Mills looked carefully and pulled out a handwritten note that was photographed. The font is crooked.
Somerset (reading): "A pound of meat, no more, no less. No bones, no tendons, pure meat. After this task is completed, he can be loosened."
Mills pulled out another photo, which is Don't write the picture of the note next to the word "greedy" on the wall in blood.
Mills: The leather chair is soaked with sweat.
Somerset (nodding, grimly): I sat there all day on Saturday and all day on Sunday. (Pauses) The murderer wanted him to die slowly.
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