Dark Was the Night

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(bird tweets briefly)

-(machinery groans)

-(chainsaw buzzes)

(heavy mechanical

thumping and grinding)

Worker:
Heads up.

You the last ones out?

Driver:
I think Jesse's

crew is still out there.

Worker:
All right, thanks.

- See you guys Monday.

- Driver:
Later.

(men chatter to each other)

- Jesse, come in, over.

-(static)

What, are you guys going

for a record, out there?

(static)

Come on, Jesse,

it's starting to snow.

(static)

Worker:
(radio) Look,

don't think for a second

I won't hesitate to lock

you guys in for the weekend.

Stop screwing around, Jesse,

you guys aren't getting

overtime for this.

garbled static:
Help, help,

help.

Damn it.

(ominous music)

Are you kidding?

Jesse!

Come on, you guys.

This isn't funny.

Guys?

(static)

- Jesse?

-(static)

- Is that you?

-(static)

God!

(blood drips)

-(worker pants)

-(heavy footsteps approach)

-(footsteps approach quickly)

-(worker yells)

-(glass shatters)

-(worker shouts)

-(creature snarls)

-(blood splashes)

(eerie music)

Sheriff:
I don't know.

I'm not seeing any

tire tracks, Ron.

A truck woulda left some.

I had 23 horses

yesterday, I got 22 today.

I'm no sheriff,

but best I figure

that means one's missing.

The gate's kinda

low over here.

Could it've jumped over?

Ron:
Been raising horses

on this land for 35 years.

Never seen one jump loose

without taking a section

of fence with 'em.

Just seems odd to

me that someone would

go through all the trouble

to steal one horse.

Take two men and a trailer.

Gates were closed?

And tied. I'm not an idiot.

So that's it?

I'm just out one

expensive animal?

I wish I could do more

for you, Ron, but...

I'm just not seeing

anything, here.

I'm seeing one missing horse!

Number 88.

Last night all my horses

wore numbered bridles,

like this one, and this

morning I'm missing number 88.

Number 88.

I'll keep an eye out.

Ron:
I lose another horse,

you and I are gonna

have a real problem.

I wouldn't have it

any other way, Ron.

(door slams)

He definitely

left that gate open.

Yep.

(engine starts)

Careful, now.

The old bastard shot at

the last guy she dated.

(Donny laughs)

(Adam plays piano)

-(car horn honks)

- Dad's here!

Hey, Dad.

What's up, buddy? How are ya?

Adam!

Adam, wait.

- Paul.

-(Paul sighs)

He forgot his homework.

Multiplication.

So New York's a

big city, right?

Yeah, it's pretty big.

So Why'd you leave?

It was too big. Too noisy.

Your, urn, your

mom's car's gone?

Yeah, she went to Florida

on one of those

Senior bus trips.

She was excited.

Adam's teacher wants to have

a conference with us next week.

She said they're on break,

so they can plan

around your schedule.

Sure.

Susan:
Paul, I, uh...

I've been talking to someone.

It's really helped me.

If you ever wanted

to go together--

I'm not the one

that left, Susan.

-(car doors slam)

-(engine starts)

-(silverware clanks)

-(food sizzles)

Paul:
Ah, all right.

Whoop.

That's too much.

(chuckles self-consciously)

There we go, I'm just gonna...

Rub that off like that.

There you are.

When can Mom come home?

That's a tough question, bud.

Your mom decided to go stay

with Grandma on her own.

She can come home

whenever she wants.

But she says you

don't want her to.

Well, I think what

she meant was, um...

That we both have

things to figure out.

Is it because of Tim?

No, it's not because of that.

You understand?

Yeah, okay.

Okay.

Are you all right?

Someone's in the back yard.

Where?

In the trees.

- Adam, come on.

- Adam:
Really.

There's no one back here, Adam.

Adam:
I swear!

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