They love their work. A little too much.
By Emily Axford & Dan Gurewitch
EXT. CITY STREET - DAY
A TAPED-OFF CRIME SCENE. DAN and EMILY, as two gruff
detectives in trenchcoats, approach a DEAD BODY. Two EMTs
and a few LOWER-LEVEL COPS mill about.
All right everyone, clear out.
Detective Benson and I will take it
The various others walk off, leaving them alone.
Poor son of a bitch.
No honor in putting a bullet in the
back of a man's head.
He was completely vulnerable.
If you think about it... he still
I tell you, this kind of senseless
violence makes me think there's no
If there isn't, then nobody's
judging us. We could do whatever we
want. In life.
(into a tape recorder)
Victim's left arm appears to have
been dislocated. Contusion above
left eyebrow, legs slightly spread.
Almost flirtatious, inviting.
An EMT walks up to the body. Dan stops him with an arm.
Step away, sir. He's in our hands
(beat; as the EMT leaves)
Our strong, curious hands.
Emily turns to Dan.
It's crazy the power we have, as
detectives. As "alive people."
One minute he's buyin' groceries,
the next he's lyin' cold on the
pavement, and someone could just
come along and treat him like their
Dan lightly runs his foot along the corpse's leg.
Has rigor mortis set in?
Well, we could find out. Lift up
that shirt, see if the nipples have
Wouldn't even have to ask his
What a soulless crime.
Same could be said of this body. If
you think about it, we're gonna
send him to the crematorium, burn
him to ashes. I mean, how is that
any worse than if we, you know...
Or spanked him, for that matter.
The detectives KNEEL DOWN on either side of the corpse's
What is it, Detective?
I was just dusting for prints and
our hands lightly touched. You
don't- you don't think that meant
anything, do you?
Well, I guess we can't conclusively
say that he wouldn't have liked it.
He didn't ask you to stop.
Which I would respect if he did.
But he didn't. He can't.
Beat. Dan leans close to the dead man's face.
What happened to you?
He ever-so-softly KISSES the dead man's cheek.
Careful, Detective. It's important
that we don't contaminate the body.
Dan looks at her hand. REVEAL Emily is GENTLY RESTING HER
HAND on the corpse's INNER THIGH.
Oh, whoops. That happened.
Dan looks at the corpse's forehead bullet wound.
The bullet left the skull right
here... right at the hairline.
Dan TENDERLY BRUSHES THE DEAD MAN'S HAIR AWAY FROM HIS
FOREHEAD, and BITES HIS LOWER LIP.
Dan and Emily get up and circle the body, squinting their
eyes as they act out the victim's last moments, pointing out
evidence. A FILTER and VAGUELY TRANSPARENT IMAGES
dramatically transport us back to the crime.
There's blood on this wall, which
means the bullet must have been
fired from over here.
The victim reached for his gun, but
it was too late- he stumbled and
dropped it as he fell backwards.
As he took his last breath, he lay
down to die... right...
DAN & EMILY
Both detectives lie down and SNUGGLE UP on either side of
the body, lying CHEEK TO CHEEK.
CUT TO STREETER (as a GRUFF POLICE CHIEF), looking at them
through a chain-link fence.
There go two of the finest
detectives this city's ever seen.
CUT BACK TO DAN AND EMILY, HUMPING THE BODY FROM EITHER