EXT. SHADY ACRES RETIREMENT - LATER
Though it's a sunny day, the building has a heavy, dark pall over it.
INT. SHADY ACRES RETIREMENT - HALLWAY
The interior of the place carries that dark pall, enveloping the five as they walk down the hallway. Paul trails behind them, the gun tucked into his parka.
They stop at a door, Stan in front, his hand on the knob.
He takes a deep breath, then opens it.
INT. SHADY ACRES RETIREMENT - RESIDENT ROOM
They walk into the living quarters of one its residents.
The room is dark, the shades drawn.
MAN (from the darkness): Cordell, drink.
Then a lip smacking sound, followed by a long, slurping sip.
MAN: Cordell, forward.
The old Man that Kyle saw from the funeral is pushed forward in his wheelchair by the white uniformed attendant, CORDELL.
KYLE: Hello, Mr. Marsh. It's - uh - it's been awhile.
RANDY: Hello boys. Seems like everyone wants to see this crazy man all of a sudden.
KYLE: So Kenny was here?
Randy smiles slowly.
RANDY: Cordell, drink.
He smacks his somehow dry, yet moist lips together. The viscous saliva sticks to them as Cordell angles the straw toward Randy's mouth.
Randy takes a long slurp, then looks at the five.
RANDY: He was here and he gave me -
Cordell leaps into action!
A knife glistens, like its sucking up the scant light available into its blade!
It comes down into Randy's neck!
Blood spurts out across Kyle's shocked face!
Kyle turns to Paul!
KYLE: Shoot him!
PAUL FURBER: What?
KYLE: Shoot him!
PAUL FURBER: I - I can't!
Kyle and Leo lunge at Cordell, wrestling him to the ground!
Stan runs to the wheelchair!
STAN: Dad!
Stan tries to staunch the blood flowing from the wound.
STAN: Dad! Oh God! Dad!
Randy lets out a raspy, weak gasp.
RANDY: Son - my son...
STAN: Dad! I'm sorry! I should have visited you more!
RANDY: And?
STAN: What?
Randy lets out a melodramatic groan.
RANDY: Son, my life is slipping from me... what else... what else do you need to apologize for?
Stan's eyes narrow. He takes a hesitant lick of the "blood" on his hands.
ERIC: Oh, gross! Sick!
Stan stands up, the "blood" coating his front.
STAN: You asshole.
Randy sits up straight, all weakness and pretense gone.
RANDY: I'm not the one with blood on his hands.
Kyle and Leo realize something's not right and stand up.
Cordell holds up the knife, then stabs his hand, showing them it's a prop knife.
STAN: Enough of this shit. What did Kenny give you?
RANDY: Where's my apology?
Stan glares.
Kyle gives Stan a pleading look.
KYLE: Dude...
Stan takes a moment to unclench his jaw enough to say, through gritted teeth -
STAN: I'm sorry that, because of your rampant tax fraud, we arranged a plea deal to keep you out of jail.
RANDY: And...?
STAN: And I'm sorry that part of the deal involved removing you from all Tegridy Farms affairs, which allowed me to bring the business back from the brink of bankruptcy.
RANDY: Apology accepted. Now, was that so hard?
EXT. SHADY ACRES RETIREMENT - MOMENTS LATER
The six walk out.
Stan has the document that was once in Kenny's hands.
Paul whips out his gun.
PAUL FURBER: Hand it over!
Stan looks at him, then lunges.
He lands a hard punch that sends Paul reeling.
Stan is on top of him, punching him, years of rage at his dad raining down on Paul.
Kyle grabs Stan and pulls him off.
KYLE: Dude! Enough!
Leo picks up the gun.
He lets out a short laugh.
LEO: It's an Airsoft!
