INT. OFFICE - DAY

CHARLES, 38, leans over and whispers to GARY, 22, across the gap between their desks.

Charles:

I heard that Blake took the last cookie.

Gary’s jaw drops as his brows furrow. He speaks a little too loud.

Gary:

You’re kidding! We’ve been saving that for days!!

Charles cowers and shushes Gary. Gary clasps his mouth.

Gary:

It was going to be for Trix when she got back from leave!

Charles nods.

Charles:

I know, how rude.

Gary shakes his head.

INT. BLAKES HOUSE - DAY

The house is old and falling apart. There’s food scraps on the floor and empty bottles and cans lying around.

BLAKE, 25, sits on his couch with his feet up, flicking through channels on his TV.

DING!

Blake’s phone lights up on the other side of his raggedy couch.

He looks over and back to the TV.

DING!

His phone lights up again.

Blake groans and grabs it.

Messages from GARY fill his screen.

Gary (text):

BLAKE!

Blake’s eyes widen as he sits up straight.

Gary (text):

I know what you did!

Blake throws his phone across the room and lays his head in his hands.

His knee bounces up and down as he looks to the phone across the room.

Blake:

F*ck.

Blake runs over and dives to his phone. His fingers frantically type on the screen.

Blake (text):

Hey Gary, we don’t need to be rash about this. How about you come over and we sort this out in person?

Blake stares at his screen, breathing heavily.

DING!

Blake looks at the new message.

Gary (text):

Okay? I’ll be over in 20.

Blake sends back a thumbs up.

Blake let’s out a sigh and takes a deep breath in and out.

He looks to the mess on his floor and a stain in front of his cupboard.

INT. BLAKES HOUSE - LATER

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Blake struggles to keep his cupboard door closed and settles on putting a chair against it. It’s not holding properly.

Blake answers the door and there stands Gary with a smug look in his face and still in office clothes.

Gary goes to speak but Blake cuts him off.

Blake:

Before you say anything can you just take a seat?

Gary furrows his brows but accepts Blake’s offer and he takes a seat on a dining chair that was pointed out to him.

Blake wonders around him in circles.

Blake:

Okay Gary, I’m really sorry about this, i don’t know how you found out but I never meant to get you involved.

Gary:

What?

Blake quickly ties Gary up against the chair with rope.

Gary:

What the f*ck are you doing?

Blake wipes sweat off his forehead.

Blake:

This is for your own good Gary, I told you. I didn’t want to get you involved.

Gary:

It’s just a f*cking cookie Blake.

Blake frowns.

Blake:

What?

Gary:

The cookie. From work? Was meant for Trix —

Blake:

What?

Gary:

What?

Blake bends over with his hands on his knees.

Blake:

Oh thanks god. I thought you were talking about…

Blake points behind him.

Gary:

What the f*ck is going on?

Blake:

Ugh nothing, I was talking about the cookie too. Hah hah got you!

Behind Blake, his cupboard door falls open as a bloodied dead body falls out.

Blake bears this and grimaces.

Gary’s eyes widen.

Gary:

What the f*ck?