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I don't know what to think. His window was broken out--not in. The trail of blood outside
led to the woods and suddenly ended. None of it adds up. We don't have enough evidence
to support any theory.
We hear the faint sound of a creature wailing from somewhere within the woods. Martin looks toward the nearby woods.
MARTIN
What's that?
REGGIE
A wolf, I think. It started back up again a few nights ago.
MARTIN
Sounds like it's sick. You'd better be careful.
INT. KITCHEN
One week later. We see Reggie sitting at the island counter while eating dinner alone. She stares at her wine glass in her hand. We can hear Dylan's screams echoing in Reggie's mind. Her blank, emotionless expression suddenly hardens. Reggie throws the glass across the kitchen. It shatters against the back, French doors. Red win runs down the glass. We see Brady standing on the other side of the door. He appears surprised. Reggie frowns and groans softly. She stands from the island counter chair. Brady opens the door without being invited and offers a tiny, sympathetic smile.
BRADY
Did I pick a bad time?
REGGIE
Yes, a very bad time.
(pause)
If you don't mind, I have some housework to do.
BRADY
I thought I'd see how you were holding up. I guess I was right to be worried about you.
REGGIE
You're drunk again, aren't you?
Reggie's look is harsh as she approaches. She immediately pushes Brady back toward the doorway with a hand to his chest.
REGGIE
Out, Brady. I mean it.
Reggie pushes him out the door.
EXT. BACK PATIO -- EVENING
We see Brady back onto the patio with Reggie pushing him. She's about to take a step back inside when Brady catches her arm. Reggie appears surprised then immediately turns hostile.
BRADY
Don't be this way, Reggie. We were meant to be together. Now that Dylan is gone, you
need someone to look after you.
Reggie pulls her arm away from him.
REGGIE
Yeah, and that's me!
Brady catches her by both arms and forcefully holds her. His look is stern and aggressive.
BRADY
No more games, Reggie. You need to start acting like my girlfriend. You're the only woman
I've ever really wanted, and I'm tired of waiting.
Reggie glares into his eyes.
REGGIE
You're right. No more games.
Reggie suddenly kicks for his groin. He reacts quick enough to take the shot to his thigh. Brady cries out in pain from the sharp thigh shot. He releases Reggie. She throws a punch for his mouth. He dodges it and shoves her backwards. Reggie strikes the closed, French door. Her head forcefully strikes the glass. The glass cracks, and she appears dazed. We see blood on the glass. Reggie clutches the back of her head and appears unable to move. Brady straightens and glares at her.
BRADY
You need to be taught a lesson--badly.
