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　　JEREMY
　　You an MMA fan？
　　
　　ROSE
　　Oh God.
　　
　　JEREMY
　　What？
　　
　　DEAN
　　She’s right. Let someone else talk for a bit.
　　
　　JEREMY
　　You’ve had your chance. He’s dating my sister. I can’t bond with the guy？
　　
　　Dean exhales.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　You mean like UFC？ Yeah， nah. Too brutal for me. I’m a lover， not a fighter.
　　
　　JEREMY
　　You ever get into street fights as a kid？
　　
　　CHRIS
　　Not really. I did take Judo for after-school in 1st grade.
　　
　　ROSE
　　Awww.
　　
　　JEREMY
　　Cause， with your frame， your genetic make-up？ If you pushed your body， I mean really trained， you’d be a beast.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　Cool…… Thanks？
　　
　　The kitchen door swings open again， and Missy walks back in with a perfect carrot cake. Georgina is gone.
　　
　　MISSY
　　What’d I miss？
　　
　　ROSE
　　More ramblings from King Awkward.
　　
　　JEREMY
　　We’re talking about sports.
　　（To Chris）
　　Stand up. Let me show you something.
　　
　　MISSY
　　No karate at the dinner table.
　　
　　JEREMY
　　It’s not karate， it’s jiu-jitsu.
　　
　　He stumbles a little towards Chris and tries to put him in a headlock. Chris stands.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　I’ve got a rule. I don’t play-fight with drunk dudes.
　　
　　JEREMY
　　I’m just--
　　
　　DEAN
　　--Alright， enough Jeremy!
　　
　　JEREMY
　　I wasn’t going to hurt him.
　　
　　Dean is loud and stern for the first time. Jeremy’s eyes flutter， DRUNK and embarrassed. He grabs a wine bottle and goes upstairs`.
　　
　　ROSE
　　And that’s my brother.
　　
　　EXT. THE ESTATE. NIGHT
　　
　　Full moon. CRICKETS.
　　
　　INT. ROSE’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
　　
　　Rose and Chris make hushed love in her bed. A stuffed lion seems to watch Chris. He turns it away.
　　
　　INT. ROSE’S BEDROOM - LATER
　　
　　Rose sleeps， but Chris is wide awake. There’s a buzz in his ear. He smacks his own head and sits up. A soft HOWL of WIND rushes through the room. The CLOSET DOOR CREEKS open.
　　
　　Chris’ eyes drift to the pack of cigarettes sticking out of his camera bag pocket draped on the desk chair.
　　
　　INT. ARMITAGE HALLWAY - NIGHT
　　
　　Chris leaves Rose’s room and walks down the dark hallway. Afloorboard creaks under his feet. He turns down the stairs.
　　
　　INT. ARMITAGE DOWNSTAIRS HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
　　
　　Chris gets to the bottom of the stairs. He hears the floorboard creek upstairs. He stops and turns， expecting someone to follow him down. Nothing. Chris continues to walk down the hallway past the pictures towards the kitchen.
　　
　　The basement door is open a crack. Chris peers into it curiously. A stairwell leads down into pitch darkness. Chris shuts the door. A figure now stands at the end of the hallway
　　behind him. He doesn’t notice. He just keeps going into……
　　
　　INT. ARMITAGE KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
　　
　　Chris walks through the kitchen. He bumps into a bar chair moving it slightly. He keeps walking. He continues out the sliding back door of the house.
　　
　　EXT. BACKYARD - CONTINUOUS
　　
　　Chris steps out the back door and takes a cigarette out. Chris looks into the vast night around him. The CRICKETS are deafening.
　　
　　Suddenly， something DARTS FAST across the yard in the distance. Chris peers out into the darkness. The thing RUNS across the lawn again. A moment of terror comes over Chris. He
　　makes out a shape. It’s now running towards him. Chris backs up in fear just as the figure emerges from the shadows and into the moonlight. It’s Walter， the grounds keeper. He passes
　　Chris without noticing. Chris gathers his breath.
　　
　　The kitchen light turns on and floods the backyard. Chris drops the cigarette and stomps it out. He turns back towards the house and finds himself face to face with Georgina， who
　　glares through the window dead in Chris’ eyes. He’s caught.
　　
　　Georgina doesn’t react. Chris it still. Georgina suddenly exposes her teeth in a frightening grimace. Chris backs away slowly.
　　
　　INT. ARMITAGE KITCHEN - NIGHT
　　
　　Georgina sucks her teeth. She doesn’t actually see Chris at all. She’s looking at her teeth in the reflection in the window which， front lit， reflects her and the room around her.
　　Outside is invisible.