Seven Quotes: Skillfully Ambiguous and Murky

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[first lines]
Detective Taylor: Neighbors heard them screaming at each other, like for two hours, it was nothing new. Then they heard the gun go off, both barrels. Crime of passion.
William Somerset: Yeah, just look at all the passion on that wall.

William Somerset: Did the kid see it?
Detective Taylor: What?
William Somerset: The kid?
Detective Taylor: What kind of fucking question is that? You know, we’re all going to be real glad when we get rid of you, Somerset. You know that? It’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.

William Somerset: I meant to ask you something…when we spoke on the phone before.
David Mills: Yep.
William Somerset: Why here?
David Mills: I don’t follow.
William Somerset: Why all the effort to get transferred? It’s the first question that
popped into my head.
David Mills: I guess the same reasons as you. The same reasons you had before you decided to quit, yeah?
[Somerset stops and faces Mills]
William Somerset: Y… You just met me.
David Mills: Maybe I’m not understanding the question.
William Somerset: Very simple. You actually fought to get re-assigned here. I’ve just never seen it done that way before.
David Mills: I thought I could do some good. Look it would be great for me if we didn’t
start out kickin’ each other in the balls. But, you’re calling the shots, lieutenant
William Somerset: Yes. I want you to look, and I want you to listen, okay?
David Mills: Now, I wasn’t standing around guarding the taco-bell. I worked homicide for five years.
William Somerset: Not here.
David Mills: I understand that.
William Somerset: Well, over the next seven days, Detective, you’ll do me the favor of remembering that.

[walking in the rain to the house of the victim]
William Somerset: What time was death established?
Officer Davis: Like I said, I didn’t touch anything, but he’s had his face in a plate of
spaghetti for about forty five minutes now.
David Mills: Wait a minute. No one bothered for vital signs?
Officer Davis: Did I stutter? This guy ain’t breathin’ unless he started breathin’ spaghetti sauce.
David Mills: So that’s how it’s done around here.
Officer Davis: I peg your pardon Detective, but this guy’s been sittin’ in a pile of his own piss and shit. If he wasn’t dead he would have stood up by now.

David Mills: We had this case once. Guy dead on the ground, knife in his back. Gotta be murder right?
[looks at all the rotting food on the table]
David Mills: Fuck! Anyway, big insurance policy involved yeah. So the guy took the tip of the blade and stuck it in his own shoulder blades. And he must have screwed up a few times cause there was multiples back there.
[Somerset is inspecting the back of the head of the dead obese man]
William Somerset: Could you please be quite.

[Somerset is driving in the rain]
David Mills: You’ve read my files, right? You’ve seen the things I’ve done?
William Somerset: Nope.
David Mills: Well I did my time on door to doors and walkin’ beat. I did that shit for a
long time.
William Somerset: And?
David Mills: The badge on my belt says “Detective”. That’s the same as yours.
William Somerset: Look I made a decision. I had to consider the integrity of the scene. Couldn’t worry whether you thought you were getting enough time on the playing field.
David Mills: Hey man, just don’t jerk me off. That’s all I ask. Don’t jerk me off.

[in the autopsy room where the obese corpse has been dissected Somerset’s looking in, not believing what he sees]
William Somerset: This man ate till he burst?
Coroner: He didn’t really. Not all the way. He was hemorrhaging internally, and there was a hematoma in the rectus and the transverse abdominals.
David Mills: So he did die by eating?
Coroner: Yes and no.

David Mills: Ladies and gentlemen, we have ourselves a homicide.

[reading from his notebook to the police captain]
William Somerset: Killer put a bucket beneath him, kept on serving. Took his time too. The coroner said this could have gone on for more than twelve hours. Victim’s throat was swollen, probably from the air and there was definitely a point where he passed out. That’s when the killer kicked him and that’s when he burst.
David Mills: Ooph. Sadistic fucker, huh.

William Somerset: I’d like to be reassigned.
Police Captain: What?
David Mills: What?! Woh!
Police Captain: What the hell are you talking about?
William Somerset: This can’t be my last duty. It’s just going to go on and on and on.
Police Captain: You’re retiring, six more days and you’re all the way gone.

[Captain walks into Somerset’s office. Somerset doesn’t look up as he’s typing on the typewriter]
Police Captain: Somerset?
William Somerset: Come in.
Police Captain: Have you heard the news?
William Somerset: No, haven’t heard.
Police Captain: Eli Gould was found murdered this morning. Someone broke into his law firm and bled him to death. Wrote the word “Greed” on the floor.
[Somerset stops typing and turns to look at the Captain]
William Somerset: Greed?
Police Captain: Yeah, in blood. Mills is heading up the investigation.

Police Captain: I don’t think you’re leaving. You can’t leave all this.
William Somerset: Guy is out walking his dog, gets attached. His watch is taken, his
wallet. While he’s lying there on the sidewalk, his attacker stabs him in both eyes. That’s happened just last night, about four blocks from here.
Police Captain: Yeah. I read about it
William Somerset: I don’t understand this place any longer.
[Somerset saddles up to the typewriter]
Police Captain: It’s the way it’s always been
William Somerset: Maybe you’re right.
Police Captain: You do this work. You were made for and I don’t think you can deny that. Maybe I’m wrong.

[in the library Somerset looks up to see the night guards playing poker]
William Somerset: Gentlemen, gentlemen…I’ll never understand. All these books, a world of knowledge at your fingertips, and what do you do? You play poker all night.
Library Guard 1: Hey, we’ve got culture!
Library Guard 2: Yeah, we’ve got culture comin’ out our asses!
[the other guards laugh, the Library Guard turns on the hi-fi playing classical music]
George, Library Night Guard: How’s this for culture?

William Somerset: This was found on the wall, behind the refrigerator in the obesity murder scene.
[hands a note to the Captain to read]
Police captain: Long is the way, and hard, that out of hell leads up to the light.
William Somerset: It’s from Milton. ‘Paradise Lost’.
Police Captain: All right. I’m confused.
William Somerset: It means that this is beginning. This was found behind the same refrigerator, written in grease.
[hold up photo showing the word ‘Gluttony”]
William Somerset: There are seven deadly sins, Captain. Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Pride, Lust and Envy. Seven.
Police Captain: Hold on.
[answers the phone that’s keeps ringing at the desk he’s sat]
Police Captain: This is not even my desk!
[hangs up the phone]
William Somerset: You can expect five more of these.

[trying to read Dante’s book of poetry. Gets angry and throws the book aside]
David Mills: Fuckin’ Dante. Goddamn poetry-writing faggott! Piece of shit. Fucker!

[Mills greeting his wife after coming home from work with Somerset]
David Mills: Hey, loser.
Tracy Mills: Hi, idiot.

William Somerset: I understand you two were high school sweethearts.
Tracy Mills: Mm-hmm. Pretty hokey, huh? You know something? I knew on our first date that this was the guy I was going to marry.
William Somerset: Really?
[nodding her head]
Tracy Mills: Mm-hmm. He’s the funnies guy I’ve ever met.
[looking at Mills unbelievably]
William Somerset: Really. Well, it’s kind of rare now days. I mean that level of commitment.

[Somerset takes off his jacket and notices Tracy noticing his gun]
William Somerset: Oh, don’t worry, I won’t wear it to the dinner table.
Tracy Mills: I…uh, you know. No matter how often I see guns, I just…I…I can’t get used to them.
William Somerset: Same here.

[at the dinner table at Mills home]
Tracy Mills: Why aren’t you married, William?
David Mills: Oh, Trace!
William Somerset: I was close once. It just didn’t happen.
Tracy Mills: It surprises me. It really does.
William Somerset: Well, anyone who spends a significant amount of time with me finds me disagreeable. Just ask your husband.
David Mills: Very true. Very, very true.

[at Mills apartment after finishing their meal low rumbling is heard and everything begins to rattle and clatter]
David Mills: The real estate guy…fucking piece of…
[to Tracy]
David Mills: Sorry, honey.
[to Somerset]
David Mills: He…he shows us the place, a few times. I think it’s good. He’s efficient. Tracy really likes it. Then I start wandering why will he only bring us here for five minutes at a time, yeah?
Tracy Mills: We found out the first night.
William Somerset: A soothing, relaxing, vibrating home.
[Somerset tries to stay straight, but he can’t help laughing and Tracy join in the laughter]

[Somerset reads from a photocopy of the note found at Eli Gould’s murder scene]
William Somerset: “One pound of flesh, no more no less. No cartilage, no bone, but only flesh.” Merchant of Venice.
David Mills: Didn’t see it.
[reading from the note]
William Somerset: This task done, and he would go free.
David Mills: Tellin’ you, that chair was soaked through with sweat.
William Somerset: Of course. Killer wanted Gould to take his time. To sit and decide which cut to make first. Imagine it, there’s a gun in your face…which part of your body is expendable?

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