KNOCKING.
FADE IN ON...
INT. HOUSE. DAY.
CLOSEUP of KAY. She is terrified.
MIRANDA: (Whispers) Stacy, who is this man?
KAY: (whispers) He’s the man who killed my father.
KNOCKING.
KAY: Do you have a basement? You’ve got to hide me.
MIRANDA: We can put you in a bedroom closet upstairs.
KAY: You have to hide too. I’m afraid of what he might do.
MIRANDA: I’d like to see him try.
MIRANDA leads KAY upstairs to a back bedroom. Knocking continues.
MIRANDA: In here.
MIRANDA opens a closet door and ushers KAY inside. Downstairs the door is broken.
VIC (OS): Where are you, little girl?
KAY: Please. Please, you have to hide.
MIRANDA: I’m going down to put this man out of my house. No one breaks down my door!
MIRANDA closes closet, stomps downstairs to find VIC in the kitchen. He is a big man in tattered clothes. A long knife hangs from VIC's belt.
MIRANDA: And who exactly do you think you are?
VIC: I’m here for the little girl. She belongs to me.
MIRANDA: There is no one here but me, so you’d best move on before I call for my son.
VIC: I watched her come in here, old woman, so don’t fuck with me.
MIRANDA: I don’t appreciate that kind of language in my house.
VIC hits MIRANDA, knocks her down.
VIC: Where is the little girl?
MIRANDA sits up, rubbing her face. There is blood running from her nose.
KAY: (sexy) Right here, baby.
KAY descends the stairs with her hip popped.
KAY: You should see all the food this bitch has.
MIRANDA: You’re with him?
KAY: He’s not going to kill you. I made him promise. If I got in and found out, he would come take it, but he won’t kill you.
MIRANDA: How could you do this?
KAY: I did you a favor, okay? Come on Vic, just get the stuff so we can go?
VIC: You find where the smoke came from?
KAY: She has a grill out back. Propane.
VIC: Propane? You’ve got to be shitting me! Lady, I think we might just stick around a day or two.
KAY: Come on, Vic, you promised we’d get to New York.
VIC: We’ll go when I say we go, or you’ll get what I gave the old lady. Now put her upstairs.
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