dussander bursts through the door with the bundle. a single paw emerges from the corner of the blanket and flails at dussander, clawing him across the neck.
dussander leaning against a wall in his blood-stained kitchen. the wall above dussander read 6:50.
todd appears in the door of the kitchen. his face tells us that what he sees is ten times worse than whatever he expected. the room is a gruesome sight. blood and broken glass are everywhere. the table has been knocked to the side. dussander, barely conscious, slumps in a chair.
suddenly dussander is more awake than we realize. when he hears todd discover the body, he slides his chair over to the cellar door and slams it shut. his face is red with pain as he pushes the dead bolt into place, locking todd in the cellar.
dussander, puzzled by the commotion, presses his ear against the door.
alarmed, dussander reaches for the lock, but hesitates, forever mindful of the chance of being duped. his ear goes back against the door.
dussander knows something is wrong. he slides the bolt back and slowly turns the handle. he opens the door slightly and speaks into the darkness.
quietly dussander moves away from the door, leaving todd alone with what he has done. he slides the furniture away from the door, knowing, as todd does, that the two of them are now working together.
todd bursts through the door. he notices the old man in his chair. dussander doesn't look good. todd levels his eyes at him. his voice snaps with the authority of an s.s. commander.
the table has been put back in its spot. todd is in his boxer shorts. a shot of a washing machine, somewhere else in the house, shows us that todd is cleaning his bloodied clothes. now he is washing the dishes in the sink. the water in the sink is a murky pink. he pulls the meat fork from the suds and holds it up.
todd holds a blank piece of paper in front of dussander and hands him a pen.