Speaker 1: All right, So on the count of three, we're gonna
Speaker 1: do table reads Suburbanite Ready one, two, three.
Speaker 2: Tailory, suburba that's pretty good Suburbanite written by Nick Banister.
Speaker 2: Exterior Walter's Antiques and Curio Day. A modest old antique
Speaker 2: store signs in the window display sale forty percent off.
Speaker 2: Everything must go. Interior Walter's Antiques and Curio Day. Walter Fortyes,
Speaker 2: wrinkled clothes, tired eyes, three days, double stands amidst a
Speaker 2: sea of junk, dated furniture, bookcases, cabinets full of cameras,
Speaker 2: rotary phones and old radios, stacks of dusty books, cases
Speaker 2: of worn vinyl, racks of old clothes, and, strangely, an
Speaker 2: occasional broad sort or two. It's where forgotten things go
Speaker 2: to die. Walter walks around the shop with a price gun,
Speaker 2: mindlessly stamps sales stickers on every item in the place.
Speaker 2: Propped in the corner is a complete suit of armor
Speaker 2: with an exaggerated cudpiecet covered in spikes. Walter swipes a
Speaker 2: sales sticker right on the tip. The bell dings and
Speaker 2: the door swings open.
Speaker 3: A customer enters, Taia Walker to Walt's Antiques if we
Speaker 3: don't have it, it didn't exist.
Speaker 2: The man ignores the cheerful breeding.
Speaker 4: Yeah you got phone charges.
Speaker 2: Walter smiles insincerely. Interior Walter's Antique Securio Day. At the
Speaker 2: big old cash register, Walter rings up the man's meager purchase.
Speaker 3: That'll be twenty seven fifty Christ for that. It's an antique.
Speaker 3: It has history.
Speaker 4: Oh is that why I cost so much?
Speaker 5: That is why it's worth so much.
Speaker 4: Fuck it's junk. How do you fight out?
Speaker 2: Walter forces a resigned smiles. Service workers know well. Sure.
Speaker 2: Walter takes the man's money and he exits. The bell dings.
Speaker 2: Walter opens the cash drawer and puts in the five
Speaker 2: taped to the cast register as a photo of Walter
Speaker 2: and his dad in front of the store. Behind them,
Speaker 2: a banner reads Walt in Son's Antiques Grand Opening. Walter's
Speaker 2: slams the cast registers shut. Interior Walter's House Bedroom Night.
Speaker 2: A So Bad It's Good horror film from the nineteen
Speaker 2: eighties plays in an old TV propped in the dresser.
Speaker 2: The title card Succubus Summer three. The beginning on the
Speaker 2: TV A succubus and a flowy white nightgown undresses in
Speaker 2: front of another man. He resists her until we see
Speaker 2: her eyes glow and shimmer. Then all free will fades
Speaker 2: away and he has pulled to her uncontrollably. Walter lies
Speaker 2: on top of the covers in his pajamas, covered in
Speaker 2: a stack of papers and bills. Walter's wife, Samantha forties
Speaker 2: kind forgiving patient, reads a romance novel with a steamy
Speaker 2: image of a shirtless, muscular, long haired man who rescues
Speaker 2: a busty female pirate on a sailboat on the cover.
Speaker 2: She stops reading and looks at Walter, but he doesn't
Speaker 2: even feel her gaze. She sighs and slams her book
Speaker 2: close on the TV. The trashy movie is faded, replaced
Speaker 2: by the interior of a local TV studio. A tacki
Speaker 2: trailer park set is the centerpiece, where a middle aged
Speaker 2: redneck and a cowboy shirt and a bulow tie sits
Speaker 2: in a cheap lawn chair in front of a small
Speaker 2: portable TV. Bobby Joe Williams fifties tracks open a cold one.
Speaker 2: It takes a long drink.
Speaker 6: Welcome back to terror Vision. I'm still your host. Bobby
Speaker 6: Joe Williams my ready for tonight's viewing A sucker Bus
Speaker 6: Summer three. At the beginning, hey had eleven dead body,
Speaker 6: seven gallons.
Speaker 4: Of blood, wisp letter, one axe to.
Speaker 6: The head, one dead cat, two nicked titties.
Speaker 5: I gave it a four.
Speaker 6: Out of a possible five buckets of blood, an instant
Speaker 6: American classic.
Speaker 2: Walter looks up from a handful of bills.
Speaker 5: Look at this guy.
Speaker 3: He knows exactly who he is, but he's not beared
Speaker 3: up to his eyeballs and debt anxious for the sweet
Speaker 3: relief of death.
Speaker 2: Samantha sighs loudly again.
Speaker 7: So it went well today?
Speaker 3: Oh get out way you still can sam No, I'm serious.
Speaker 3: Take me in two, go somewhere nice, start a new
Speaker 3: life without this.
Speaker 2: He points to himself.
Speaker 7: I can't I love Walter. I refuse to abandon him.
Speaker 2: She nuzzles his shoulder tenderly. Walter wraps his arm around her.
Speaker 7: How can I help?
Speaker 5: Do you have a gun?
Speaker 7: Walter? I don't want to talk about money or the
Speaker 7: store anymore tonight.
Speaker 2: She grabs the remote and turns off the TV. Bobby
Speaker 2: Joe's smirking face vanishes with up lip. She leans over
Speaker 2: and kisses his neck. Maybe a fire. She turns his
Speaker 2: face toward hers, kisses him. Walter goes back to the documents.
Speaker 5: What's wrong, I'm sorry. I want to I just I
Speaker 5: have so much on my mind.
Speaker 7: Well let me take your mind.
Speaker 4: Enough of it.
Speaker 2: She kisses him again, deeper this time. He kisses her back.
Speaker 2: She touches his chest, but he stops, sighs.
Speaker 5: Sam.
Speaker 2: She sighs, resigns herself.
Speaker 1: It's fine, it happens to guy's your age.
Speaker 2: Walter gobsmacked.
Speaker 7: I still love you, though, though, What.
Speaker 5: Do you mean though?
Speaker 2: The phone rings hold on? He answers it.
Speaker 5: Yeah, I'm barely older than you. You know what, shit,
Speaker 5: I'll be right there.
Speaker 2: Sam looks up from the bed, worried. What is it?
Speaker 5: Something's wrong with the store.
Speaker 4: I gotta go now.
Speaker 5: I'm sorry.
Speaker 2: He kisses her on the cheek. Walter throws on pants
Speaker 2: in his shirt. He heads out the door.
Speaker 3: My Age.
Speaker 2: Exterior Walter's Antiques and Curio Night. Walter pulls up to
Speaker 2: the store.
Speaker 3: I'm sorry, I can'd I go back to that my age?
Speaker 3: I hated that.
Speaker 2: I don't like my age either.
Speaker 5: But yeah, you're right.
Speaker 2: He kisses her on the cheek. Walter throws on pants
Speaker 2: and a shirt. He heads out the door.
Speaker 4: My age, genius, that was the difference you got you.
Speaker 2: Do it again. Nextterior Walter's Antiques and Curio Night, Walter
Speaker 2: pulls up to the storefront and gets out of his car.
Speaker 2: Walter sees a locksmith and a banker wrapping a thick
Speaker 2: chain around the store's front door handles. The locksmith closes
Speaker 2: a comically large lock in the chain.
Speaker 5: Hey, what are you doing.
Speaker 4: We're taking possession of our property, mister cano.
Speaker 2: Walter glares at him.
Speaker 3: Okay, so I'm a little behind. Everyone's a little behind.
Speaker 3: It's a recession.
Speaker 4: Your rent is four months late.
Speaker 5: Yeah, that's pretty behind.
Speaker 2: The banker in locksmith walk away.
Speaker 5: Get wait wait wait, wait, wait wait wait.
Speaker 2: Walter yanks out his check book, faded, old and hard used.
Speaker 5: How much stoy are you?
Speaker 4: Yeah? She fees penalties and such dodges.
Speaker 2: The banker shows Walter the number. We only see Walter's reaction.
Speaker 5: Oh you who, very sorry for saying.
Speaker 4: That, As I said, will be taken.
Speaker 2: What's sows? They walk away again.
Speaker 5: How much do weave? But unlock till morning?
Speaker 2: Exterior Walter's House Night, Samantha's car pulls into the driveway.
Speaker 2: She sees a moving van parked along the sidewalk. Moving
Speaker 2: men are unloading boxes, lots of boxes, and bringing them inside.
Speaker 2: Interior Walter's house, living room night. Samantha enters Walter. She
Speaker 2: gets her first look at the inside and drops her keys. Walter,
Speaker 2: the house is a fucking disaster. The entire contents of
Speaker 2: the shop are now inside the Canok family home. Stacks
Speaker 2: of junk, rows of shit, piles.
Speaker 4: Of what the fock.
Speaker 2: Walter peaks his head around the corner in the kitchen.
Speaker 2: He struggles to hold the landline received to his ears.
Speaker 2: The cable is stretched to its limit.
Speaker 3: Hay aye, you're home early, Walter. One second, yes, missus Brewster,
Speaker 3: I'd be happy to ship it to you free shipping. No,
Speaker 3: absolutely not.
Speaker 2: It's Walter retreats further into the kitchen. Sam hangs back
Speaker 2: and inspects what used to be her house. She acts
Speaker 2: and mindedly looks through some junk and disbelief. Interior of
Speaker 2: the kitchen day. The kitchen is in much the same
Speaker 2: condition as the rest of the downstairs, overrun with all
Speaker 2: manner of junk. Mia eighteen a goth rebel type, dark
Speaker 2: haired and dressed to the toe in shades of black
Speaker 2: and gray, pulls the phone cord like a rope towards her,
Speaker 2: while her father struggles to talk into it as it
Speaker 2: runs away from his face.
Speaker 4: Dad, I need the phone.
Speaker 2: He covers the receiver.
Speaker 5: I need to make this sale.
Speaker 3: Mia.
Speaker 2: He goes back to the phone.
Speaker 3: Sorry, missus Brewster, I missus Brewster, could you hold on
Speaker 3: one second?
Speaker 2: Sam follows Walter into the kitchen. She finds a medieval
Speaker 2: mace on her kitchen counter and holds it up quizzically.
Speaker 5: How did that get there?
Speaker 3: That should be an ancient curier, not mid century kitchen appliances.
Speaker 2: He laughs to himself. No one else is amused. Mia
Speaker 2: tugs on the phone cord. Walter tug's back.
Speaker 3: Oh Dad, missus Brewster, can I can I call you back?
Speaker 5: And just one Hello? It's dead.
Speaker 2: Mia tugs the phone free of his grasp. She holds
Speaker 2: it to her ear as she leaves.
Speaker 5: Two hours.
Speaker 3: I was the phone with her for a fifty dollars sale, Walter,
Speaker 3: what happened to our house?
Speaker 2: Walter? Size you noticed?
Speaker 5: Huh?
Speaker 4: Notice Walter?
Speaker 3: The bank foreclosed on the shop. If I didn't take
Speaker 3: some of the inventory, they Sam gets it.
Speaker 7: Your dad's shop.
Speaker 2: Walter struggles for words.
Speaker 4: Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry, Jack, I was late turning my page.
Speaker 2: Yeah, don't let it happen. I'm sorry.
Speaker 5: Apologies.
Speaker 2: Walter struggles for words.
Speaker 3: I just couldn't let them board it off like some
Speaker 3: common thrifts Walter.
Speaker 2: Sam moves closer to Walter.
Speaker 7: It's just a bunch of junk, Babe.
Speaker 1: Your dad wouldn't want you to be burdened with his Okay,
Speaker 1: you don't have to carry.
Speaker 7: It for him.
Speaker 5: No, no, it's not I'm not carrying it for him.
Speaker 5: This was him. I can't.
Speaker 1: She sighs, all right, until you can get the shop again.
Speaker 1: Until then, just make me a promise, anything, Promise me
Speaker 1: you'll keep this fucking thing out of my kitchen.
Speaker 2: Sam thrusts the mason Walter's arms. He doesn't expect the weight,
Speaker 2: and it drops to the floor, him along with it.
Speaker 2: Poor interior Walter's house bedroom night, Walter sits up right
Speaker 2: awake besides a sleeping Sam. He looks up from his
Speaker 2: stack of invoices and checks the clock on the bedside table,
Speaker 2: two thirty. He sighs. He looks over it. Sam. He
Speaker 2: brushes a strand of hair off her sleeping face and
Speaker 2: notices the romance novel The One with a Hunky Sailor.
Speaker 2: Walter picks it up and examines it.
Speaker 5: Hmm.
Speaker 2: He moves to get out of bed. Interior Walter's House, bathroom, night,
Speaker 2: Walter flips the light on. He leans into the mirror
Speaker 2: and takes a hard look at the person looking back
Speaker 2: at him. He runs his hands over his face, stretches
Speaker 2: the skin, looks at the bags under his eyes, his
Speaker 2: receding hairline damage control. He takes his shirt off. He
Speaker 2: looks at his chest, sucks in his gut, tries to
Speaker 2: show off his dad bod. But it ain't what it
Speaker 2: used to be. He pulls his pants open and looks
Speaker 2: at his dick.
Speaker 3: This is all make believe people, just an actor playing
Speaker 3: a role. That's all that's happening here.
Speaker 2: We call on what we know, I guess. He lets
Speaker 2: his gut loose and shakes his head in disgust. Walter
Speaker 2: sighs and flips the light off. Interior Walter's House, living room, Night.
Speaker 2: Walter navigates all the junk and finds a cardboard box
Speaker 2: labeled let's get Medieval on their asses. He rolls his eyes,
Speaker 2: me uh. He drops the heavy mat into the cardboard box.
Speaker 2: He turns and takes it all in. He takes a
Speaker 2: deep breath, exhales fuck. Interior, Walter's House, Living Room, Night.
Speaker 2: Walter collapses into his desk's chair. He taps on the
Speaker 2: desk for a second before he grabs the TV remote
Speaker 2: and flips on an even older model TV than the
Speaker 2: one upstairs.
Speaker 4: Do you suffer from a rectile dysfunction? Decreased libido, sudden
Speaker 4: mood swings? Try Viagara?
Speaker 2: Walter shuts off the TV. Interior Walter's House, living Room, Night.
Speaker 2: Walter is asleep at his desk, drooling on a stack
Speaker 2: of bills, just checking. Lightning flashes outside the window, then thunder.
Speaker 2: A woman screams, Oh, that did something in my body.
Speaker 2: Walter wakes with a start. He gets his bearings confused.
Speaker 2: He goes to the window and looks out, searching for
Speaker 2: the screen. It rains hard. The rest of the neighborhood
Speaker 2: is quiet, except for the house across the street. Two
Speaker 2: women in raincoats load furniture from inside the house into
Speaker 2: an unmarked truck. Walter leans forward gets a closer look
Speaker 2: what the After the furniture is loaded, the figures carry
Speaker 2: out what looks like two body bags. Lightning strikes again
Speaker 2: reveals a third figure who wears a dark coat and
Speaker 2: sticks to the shadows. The figure yanks out the for
Speaker 2: sale sign in the yard and tosses it into the
Speaker 2: bag of a truck. The figure senses he's being watched
Speaker 2: and looks right at Walter. Shit. Walter quickly shuts the curtains.
Speaker 2: He chuckles to himself at how silly he's being. He
Speaker 2: steals one last glance back at the dark house, still
Speaker 2: unsure of what he saw. Exterior Walter's house. Day, Walter
Speaker 2: exits the house carrying a handmade yard sign. It reads
Speaker 2: Walter's Antiques and Curio Open. The paper boy rides by
Speaker 2: and knocks over the sign with a well thrown newspaper.
Speaker 2: Hey Walter looks over and sees his neighbor Andy early thirties,
Speaker 2: a large manchild that wears an old bands shirt stretched
Speaker 2: over his beer belly, waves and walks over.
Speaker 4: Morning Walt.
Speaker 5: Morning Andy.
Speaker 2: Walter watches as a construction crew works on the stripped
Speaker 2: down house across the street.
Speaker 5: New neighbors. I guess the Maitland's finally caved.
Speaker 2: Walter thinks, you know, it's weird, though they moved out
Speaker 2: in a big hurry last night in the rain.
Speaker 5: I never even saw the Maitland's leave.
Speaker 4: You know what else is weird?
Speaker 7: I've been bourping up with tastes like spinach all day.
Speaker 2: I don't think I've had spinach, and like, I don't
Speaker 2: know what. Just then, a trio of pastel colored joggers
Speaker 2: Nancy forties, Diane forties, and Karen thirties jogged by the men.
Speaker 2: They're all very attractive, clad head to toe an active
Speaker 2: were looking to get noticed.
Speaker 4: Hi, Diane creep.
Speaker 2: They jog on what An expensive car roars down the street,
Speaker 2: pulls into the driveway of the stripped down house across
Speaker 2: the way. Everyone turns to the expensive sounding engine. Time
Speaker 2: slows down. The car door opens, and outsteps Richard Surrandon forties,
Speaker 2: very handsome in dress pants and a white dress shirt
Speaker 2: with several top buttons undone to reveal his chiseled chest.
Speaker 2: All very fashionable and expensive. He throws on his blazer
Speaker 2: like a runway model. Still in slow motion, Andy and
Speaker 2: Walter's mouths hangopen. The jogger's all slow in turn, jogging
Speaker 2: backwards to get a better view. Diane trips and hits
Speaker 2: the ground bolts back up awkwardly.
Speaker 7: Who is that?
Speaker 2: That is?
Speaker 4: Om man?
Speaker 2: Richard sees the group watching him and waves. He excuses
Speaker 2: himself and crosses the street.
Speaker 5: Oh god, he's coming over. Okay, just keep smiling.
Speaker 8: I thought i'd introduce myself. Richard, Richard Sarandon Walter.
Speaker 5: This one's Andy.
Speaker 2: Richard extends his hand for a handshake, but before Walter
Speaker 2: can shake it, Diane dervines and puts her fingertips in
Speaker 2: Richard's hand.
Speaker 7: Chante, oh.
Speaker 4: Don't, oh my.
Speaker 2: Richard kisses her hand. Diane giggles. Whoa, that was awesome?
Speaker 4: What did he say? I have no idea?
Speaker 2: Walter clears his throat.
Speaker 3: So why, I guess we have you to thank for
Speaker 3: getting rid of that old eyesore? How did you manage
Speaker 3: you get the maitlands to sell?
Speaker 4: I wanted it, so I bought it.
Speaker 2: Richard glares at Diane, and I always get what I want.
Speaker 2: The other women fan themselves.
Speaker 4: Which reminds me.
Speaker 8: Next weekend, everyone in the neighborhood is invited for a
Speaker 8: little get together at the house, food, drinks, entertainment next
Speaker 8: weekend with the house, I'll be.
Speaker 4: There, delightful.
Speaker 2: One of the construction workers yells over to Richard. He
Speaker 2: turns and shouts.
Speaker 4: Back, must be off, wonderful meeting.
Speaker 2: Richard heads back across the street. Oh yummy, Diane's fitbit
Speaker 2: deep since she heads back off.
Speaker 5: I mean he was all right, I guess.
Speaker 2: Walter watches Richard as he slings his coat over his
Speaker 2: shoulder and heads inside the house. Interior Walter's House, living
Speaker 2: room day. Walter organizes some items in the store. The
Speaker 2: doorbell rings. Mia bounced down the stairs.
Speaker 1: I got it.
Speaker 2: She opens the door. Her friend Kai eighteen non binary
Speaker 2: is on the other side.
Speaker 1: Bye.
Speaker 2: Mia tries to quickly slip out, but Walter stops.
Speaker 5: Hey, Hey, hey, where are you off to in such
Speaker 5: a hurry?
Speaker 7: Ugh, just don't want to hang at Kies.
Speaker 3: Well, aren't you gonna induce Well, well, aren't you going
Speaker 3: to introduce us all the Kai?
Speaker 4: Uh No.
Speaker 2: She tries again to leave, but again Walter stops her.
Speaker 4: Mia stop, turn explain what hi mister Kay?
Speaker 5: You must be Kai. I have heard so much about you.
Speaker 4: Happy, all right, let's go.
Speaker 2: Mia pushes Kai out the door and hurry, Hey, was all.
Speaker 7: That stuff in there?
Speaker 4: Just a bunch of junk my dad's collecting.
Speaker 2: Mia slams the door behind her. Sam comes down the stairs.
Speaker 5: Who was that our daughter?
Speaker 3: I'm pretty sure she's embarrassed on me, embarrassed of all this.
Speaker 2: Sam moves closer to him, embraces Walter.
Speaker 7: She's a teenager, she'll get over it.
Speaker 5: No, I just don't get it. I used to be cool.
Speaker 5: I was in a freaking band.
Speaker 7: Remember you were in a kid rock cover band.
Speaker 5: He was cool for a while. I mean, what happened?
Speaker 7: You grew up?
Speaker 5: Well? I hate it. Well, at least my taste got better.
Speaker 3: Well, I'm sorry. I can't go back because this is
Speaker 3: I'm hitting at her now? Right or no? When I
Speaker 3: say taste got better? Am I referring to her right
Speaker 3: to oh kid rock? That I did it correctly?
Speaker 2: Sam moves closer to him, embraces Walter.
Speaker 7: She's a teenager, she'll get over it.
Speaker 5: I just don't get it. I used to be cool.
Speaker 5: I was in a freaking band.
Speaker 4: Remember you were in a kid rock cover band.
Speaker 5: He was cool for a while. I mean, what happened?
Speaker 7: You grew up?
Speaker 5: Well? I hate it.
Speaker 3: At least my taste got better well, Sam kisses him.
Speaker 7: How's business?
Speaker 2: Walter gestures broadly at the empty store.
Speaker 7: Want to close up?
Speaker 5: Early. Does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?
Speaker 4: Oh?
Speaker 7: I wouldn't go that far.
Speaker 1: But if I'm gonna be the sugar mama in this relationship,
Speaker 1: you gotta start putting out fair.
Speaker 2: Walter nods as he kisses her passionately. She undoes his
Speaker 2: pants and reaches insides.
Speaker 5: Oh again, this is a character in her reading.
Speaker 2: She finds nothing. How's that?
Speaker 3: I dare you?
Speaker 2: Walter nods as he kisses her passionately. She undoes his
Speaker 2: pants and reaches inside. They kiss. Sam's hand feels around
Speaker 2: in search of something that isn't quite there? What's wrong
Speaker 2: Walter's size?
Speaker 3: Nothing, I'm just maybe I'm just tired. I haven't been sleeping.
Speaker 3: I guess I have a lot on my mind.
Speaker 2: Sam steps back.
Speaker 7: Isn't me Walter? Is everything all right here?
Speaker 2: She points to her body.
Speaker 4: This, Oh god, yes, I just then, what Walter?
Speaker 1: Ever since you took over the store? I mean, we
Speaker 1: haven't you know.
Speaker 5: I just don't want to let you down this whole thing.
Speaker 5: I'm just scared. I'm not the man you thought you married.
Speaker 7: Well, you're a bigger idiot than I.
Speaker 4: But he laughs.
Speaker 2: She kisses him.
Speaker 7: I love you, Okay, I know.
Speaker 1: Now sell some of this junk so I can have
Speaker 1: my house back, please.
Speaker 2: She heads upstairs. Interior Walter's house living room night. Walter
Speaker 2: sits on the couch, bleary eyed. He hasn't slept. He
Speaker 2: flips through yet another stack of bills while he talks
Speaker 2: on the phone.
Speaker 3: Okay, well, just let that one bounce and I'll see
Speaker 3: if I can sell my car or a kidney or something.
Speaker 5: Thanks.
Speaker 2: He hangs up, and we see the foreclosure bill. He
Speaker 2: looks over. He sighs and rubs his eyes. Looks up
Speaker 2: at the TV. Terror vision with Bobby Joe Williams is
Speaker 2: on again. He's propped up in his favorite lawn chair,
Speaker 2: a case of cheap beer almost empty beside him.
Speaker 6: I'm Bobby Joe Williams reminding you that there are twenty
Speaker 6: four hours in a day and twenty four beers in
Speaker 6: a case.
Speaker 4: Coincidence, I think not.
Speaker 2: The final segment of the film starts to play. Lightning
Speaker 2: strikes over an old mansion surrounded in fog. Wolves how
Speaker 2: a scream outside. Walter listens. Jarred, Walter grabs an antique
Speaker 2: spyglass like a pirate. Walter's pov through spyglass, A light
Speaker 2: pops on upstairs in Richard's house. The new windows are
Speaker 2: large and modern. The house glows from within red. Another scream.
Speaker 2: The screams of terror become screams of pleasure. The screams
Speaker 2: of terror become screams of pleasure, voracious, loud, raw sex.
Speaker 4: Phayze, buddy, get a room.
Speaker 3: Walter mutters, well, another room.
Speaker 2: More screams. Walter looks through the spyglass again. The red
Speaker 2: glow inside storts things. Walter watches as a large figure
Speaker 2: too large to be a man, with horns and what
Speaker 2: the fuck? Metal music flares, crash zooms on the action.
Speaker 2: The figure rips off her head. The woman's body slumps
Speaker 2: to the floor. Blood sprays the windows of the figure
Speaker 2: devours and kisses the several head before casually tossing it
Speaker 2: over the shoulder. It laps up the spring blood.
Speaker 5: She says, fuck.
Speaker 2: He looks again. The figure in the window looks right
Speaker 2: back at Walter. Its eyes glow fiercely red, illuminating more
Speaker 2: of its demonic face and torso. It smirks. The room
Speaker 2: goes dark. The phone rings. Walter hesitates, but finally answers it.
Speaker 4: Hello.
Speaker 2: Silence for several moments.
Speaker 4: Who's there? It isn't nice to spy Walter.
Speaker 2: Click, The line goes dead. Walter hangs up. He looks
Speaker 2: back toward Richard's house and sees the front door swinging open.
Speaker 2: Closer branches sway if disturbed. The wind chime at the
Speaker 2: front porch clings and clangs. Walter looks petrified. He turns.
Speaker 2: The demon is inside his house, Walter screams. Interior Walter's House,
Speaker 2: living room, night. Walter screams as he wakes up on
Speaker 2: the couch. He looks around quickly confused.
Speaker 6: Fuck.
Speaker 2: Walter collapses back in the couch. Something jabs him in
Speaker 2: the back. He reaches back and yanks it out. It's
Speaker 2: the spyglass. Walter can't believe it. Interior Walter's House, Bedroom night.
Speaker 2: Walter bursts in the door and heads for Sam, asleep
Speaker 2: in bed.
Speaker 4: Sam, it isn't he okay?
Speaker 2: Sam jumps out of bed, her eyes still closed him. Mom,
Speaker 2: it's Richard who the new neighbor.
Speaker 5: He's a monster something?
Speaker 4: What Walter?
Speaker 5: When I saw him kill someone?
Speaker 2: Look? Walter drags Sam over to the window. He throws
Speaker 2: open the blinds to see Richard's house, but the house
Speaker 2: is quiet, dark.
Speaker 7: What am I looking at?
Speaker 2: Walter's searches. The window to Richard's room is dark.
Speaker 5: Well, no, no, it was right there. There was blood everywhere.
Speaker 7: Oh my god, Walter, you were asleep.
Speaker 2: It was just a dream. It wasn't a dream, Sam
Speaker 2: Sam laughs.
Speaker 7: Jesus, oh, Jesus, you've got me good. I think I'm
Speaker 7: out about a heart attack.
Speaker 5: I'm calling the police.
Speaker 2: Walter heads for the landline on the dresser.
Speaker 7: Walter, you know you can't.
Speaker 2: Walter picks up the phone and dials. Mia stumbles to
Speaker 2: the doorway rubs her eyes.
Speaker 7: Are you guys fighting again?
Speaker 4: No, Walter, stop, I know.
Speaker 5: What I saw.
Speaker 2: The other end of the line picks up.
Speaker 5: Yeah.
Speaker 3: Look, I'd like to report a decapitation.
Speaker 2: End of Act one. Nice job on the