By Kevin Corrigan & Streeter Seidell
INT. OFFICE - NIGHT MURPH is crouched in a corner, shirtless, bloody nose, covered in trash and staring at his hands which are covered in chocolate. The ground is littered with Bibles. Cryptic symbols are scrawled on the wall in blood. A bassinet is rocking next to him with an uncooked turkey swaddled inside. 3 MEN in preist outfits and horse masks stand silently in a semicircle. Murph is rocking back and forth, breathing heavily, whispering to himself. MURPH I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry... Angle on Kevin, watching Murph, about to eat a Reeses. KEVIN Huh, I guess there is wrong way to eat a Reeses. Streeter walks up to Kevin. STREETER How'd he do it? KEVIN Oh, like this - HARD CUT TO Kevin on the floor next to Murph, doing the same thing.