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.
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry...
Angle on Kevin, watching Murph, about to eat a Reeses.
Huh, I guess there is wrong way to
eat a Reeses.
Streeter walks up to Kevin.
How'd he do it?
Oh, like this -
HARD CUT TO
Kevin on the floor next to Murph, doing the same thing.