Part Five

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INT. HALLWAY - FORESTER HOUSE - EVENING

THUD.

A box is dropped at the bottom of the steps in the hallway. Roland sighs and wipes his brow. Bowie descends the steps next to him, his expression hollow and lifeless, dried tears on his cheeks. He sets another box in the pile. Harris follows, setting another box on the floor.

Roland tries to smile at his son and Harris, though pain rests behind his eyes.

ROLAND

I appreciate it, boys. Just a few more trips and we'll be done.

Daisy's dulcet tones can be heard from the kitchen.

DAISY (O.S.)

I don't care.

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INT. KITCHEN - FORESTER HOUSE - EVENING

Daisy is stomping across the kitchen, Kelly right behind her.

DAISY

Those fuckers are gonna pay. Not only am I going to kill them, I'm gonna make them suffer. I will peel their fucking fingernails back until they rip out from the roots, then stab through the bloody flesh left with a rusty knife only after I burn their tiny dicks off as slowly as possible.

Kelly grabs Daisy's shoulder as she tears open the kitchen drawer, Daisy turns to look at her mother with fury in her eyes.

KELLY

You need to calm your ass down, Daisy. This will not get us anywhere. Biting our captors when they have no reason to keep more than one of us alive as it is, that is a stupid decision, okay? You need to think before you do some stupid shit like that again.

Daisy shrugs Kelly's hand off and rummages through the drawer again, she pulls a knife out.

KELLY

Daisy, what the hell do you think you're doing with that?

DAISY

Don't worry about it.

She bumps the drawer shut and puts the knife in her pocket.

Angle on Kelly; worried and annoyed.

DAISY (O.S.)

Where's Dad?

KELLY

He's upstairs with the boys, clearing out the bedrooms-

Kelly stops talking because she realizes Daisy has found her intended target.

INT - HALLWAY - FORESTER HOUSE - EVENING

Roland, Bowie, and Harris are coming back down the steps again, all laden with stacks of boxes.

DAISY

Dad-!

ROLAND

(Exhausted)

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