Breaking In Page #2

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You okay?

Yeah. Tired is all.

Well, listen,

sweetheart, the...

the D.A. called this morning.

Justin, I don't want

to do this. Please?

- Shaun...

- No, don't.

I'm barely hanging on as it is.

He was the criminal, Shaun.

How could you have known?

From the moment your mom died,

you were on your own.

Your father needed someone

to blame, and he chose you.

You survived. You got out.

You built a family, a life.

Then why does it feel

like I never left?

What he did, what he's done,

is not your fault.

You don't have to pay

for his mistakes.

Babe, I just want

to get through the weekend

and come home.

You know I would be there

if I could.

I know.

(SIGHS):

I should go.

- Sweetheart?

- Yeah?

You'll get through this.

Call me tomorrow.

I love you.

I love you, too.

(WHIRRING)

(MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY

OVER EARBUDS)

(WHIRRING)

Glover, go.

WOMAN (OVER PHONE):

Jaye's Pizza. Hold, please.

Sure.

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER LINE)

Oh! (GROANS) Sh*t.

- (DRONE STOPS)

- (REMOTE BEEPS)

(MUSIC CONTINUES OVER LINE)

(BEEPING STEADILY)

(GASPS, SCREAMS)

Glover?

Mom?

(QUIET THUMP NEARBY)

Glover?

Mom?

(SIGHS) Glover.

(THUMP NEARBY)

I swear to God,

if you're hiding some...

(GASPS, CRIES OUT)

Let me go!

(THUMP IN DISTANCE)

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING

OVER LINE)

(GASPING, SCREAMING)

Shh! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Calm down,

and I won't have to hurt you.

Calm the f*** down!

- (CRUNCH)

- (YELLS IN PAIN)

WOMAN (OVER PHONE):

Jaye's Pizza.

What can I get for you?

Hello? Can I help you?

- Hello? Are you there?

- Help me!

(GASPING, CRYING)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

Jasmine! Glover!

F***ing b*tch!

(GROANS)

Jasmine!

Jasmine! Glover!

Glover!

Jasmine!

Glover!

Can you hear me?!

(PANTING):

Oh, oh.

I'm gonna get you out.

I'm gonna get you out.

Okay? Move back. Move back.

Mom!

(MECHANICAL THUMP, WHIRRING)

Mom!

I'm gonna get you out, okay?

Okay?

Jas! Glover, I love you!

I love you!

- JASMINE:
Mom!

- I love you, babe! I love you!

Okay? Okay?

- (MECHANICAL THUMPING)

- (WHIRRING STOPS)

(PANTING)

PETER:

Stop right there!

B*tch!

(GASPING)

(GASPING, GRUNTING)

(CAR ALARM BLARING)

(CAR ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

EDDIE:

She's the old man's daughter.

That's bad f***ing luck.

Mom's. Found it in the garage.

She made two calls.

One was to the father,

the other was local.

- And Pete?

- I don't know. He should've been back by now.

- Did you call him?

- No. He doesn't have a phone.

Thinks the NSA is listening

to him or some sh*t.

- What do you want to do?

- Thought you said

- no one came up here without the old man.

- Yeah.

That's the information

I was given.

The information you were given?

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