- Mr. D: Sit down!
- [Pushes Chris onto the kitchen table. Throws a hand towel at her to wipe her bloody face. Then he points his gun at her]
- Mr. D: Get your husband on the phone, now!
- Chris Richardson: I can't, he left his cell phone here.
- Mr. D: I guess we're in for a long night.
- [Takes out his cell phone, dials a number and attaches a silencer to the end of his gun]
- Mr. D: [to phone] Yeah it's me, I'm at the house. The wife says he's out of town, and won't be back till morning, just gonna sit tight, call me when you get in.
- [Hangs up, looks at Chris]
- Chris Richardson: What do you want with Chris?
- Mr. D: I'm gonna kill him.
- [pause]
- Mr. D: Got anything to eat?