INT.
TENEMENT APARTMENT -DAY
Somerset stands before a wall, which is stained by a starburst 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."
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."