On Abbott Avenue

Part Eleven

INT. BASEMENT - FORESTER HOUSE - NIGHT

Ewan stands against the fridge, checking his phone.

EZEKIEL

Hey, boss. They aren't back yet. Think it went south?

Ewan looks up from his phone.

EWAN

Look, those two are way too obsessed with that girl. You think they're gonna bring her back down here? No, they're obviously busy up in her room. They'll be back.

EZEKIEL

And if they're not?

EWAN

Then you can personally go up there and find out, alright?

Ewan's phone buzzes in his hand. He looks down at it.

EWAN

I gotta take this.

He pushes past Ezekiel and towards the stairs.

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INT. GARAGE - FORESTER HOUSE - NIGHT

Ewan closes the garage door quietly behind him and turns on the light. He answers his phone and puts it to his ear.

EWAN

Speaking.

(A beat)

No one can know. You're gonna pick it up where I tell you to, tell 'em that you found it. No one needs to know where it came from.

(A beat)

In an hour.

(A beat)

In an hour you pick her up.

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EXT. PARK - NIGHT

A car pulls in next to a small park. Crickets chirp. The park is empty.

The door to the car is quietly opened. Ewan steps out. He looks around nervously. He opens the back door of the car and pulls Dawn out with him. There is tape over her mouth.

He pulls her along beside him, gloves covering his hands. Dawn tries to scream, but her voice is muffled. Ewan continues to glance around nervously, while he pulls Dawn along quickly.

He stops behind the swingset and reaches inside his pocket.

EWAN

Stay quiet. Don't move.

He takes out a set of handcuffs and chains her to the pole of the swingset. Without a second glance, he walks away and leaves Dawn chained up.

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INT. AMELIA'S CLOSET - FORESTER HOUSE - MORNING

Roland sits against the wall of Amelia's small closet. It is near pitch-dark. His eyes are closed and his hands are folded across his lap.