nan.
what the--?! whip pan down to what deason sees: the red light is on one of the house phones. the line-in-use indicator. and it's lit. shaking like a bear pissing pineapples, deason rages away toward the attic.
you stupid bitch! jessica hurls the phone receiver away.
who have you told?! who have you
you and your kid are dead! she lowers her arm, defeated, out of breath.  you win.
oooh. --but that's when he hears it. a dripping sound. deason looks down at his arm and is confused to see his entire shirt sleeve soaked in blood. it literally pours from his arm onto the floor like a river. deason drains white; dizzy. he looks at jessica, confused.