dorr walks down the stoop followed by the old lady. the men load the earth into the hearse. a black town car idles at the curb. dorr is just escorting the two ladies out the front door and down the stoop. --and there is the dull thud of an explosion and the house's windows rattle in their frames. quiet. the two women looking. we are pulling clark down the street, a satchel in either hand.