INT. KAYLA JANSSON'S DINING ROOM - NIGHT
SUPERIMPOSE: Balsam Lake, Wisconsin - 6:54 p.m.
KAYLA JANSSON nervously sits across the dining room table from GREGG DONLEY who is impatiently checking his watch.
GREGG DONLEY
That's it, I can't wait any longer.
Gregg grabs his briefcase as he pulls himself out of the chair.
KAYLA JANSSON
Your leaving?
GREGG DONLEY
Yes, Mrs. Jansson, I'm leaving.
It's been over an hour, and I
already told you I have to pick my
son up at seven-thirty.
KAYLA JANSSON
Please Mr. Donley, just let me call
him one more time. I'm sure he's
close.
Gregg sighs deeply before plopping back down at the table.
GREGG DONLEY
Five minutes. If he's not here in
five minutes I'm leaving.
KAYLA JANSSON
Thank you.
Kayla picks up the cordless phone, and pushes a couple of buttons as she walks into the living room.
INT. KAYLA JANSSON'S LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Kayla pulls back the shades before looking out the front window. The phone is ringing against her ear all the while.
KAYLA JANSSON
(under her breath)
Come on, Paul, pick up the phone
damn it.
The ringing finally stops only to be followed by Paul's voice mail message.
PAUL JANSSON (V.O.)
(sounding extremely drunk)
Hey, either I didn't hear the phone
ringing or I'm out of minutes,
either way drop me a message and
I'll probly get back to you.
KAYLA JANSSON
Damnit Paul you're an hour late,
where the hell are you?
She pushes the end call button and tosses the phone on the couch before turning for the kitchen only to find Gregg already standing in the doorway with his briefcase in hand.
KAYLA JANSSON (cont'd)
You're leaving already?
GREGG DONLEY
Kayla he's not coming. He's been
dicking us around for months, and I
for one, am sick and tired of it.
As much as I'd love to stay see
this thing through, I've got to go
get my son from baseball practice.
KAYLA JANSSON
Please, just let me try to call him
one more time, please.
Gregg is getting sort of frustrated now.
GREGG DONLEY
Look, if he shows up, and I'm
almost one hundred percent certain
that he won't, but if he does, give
him these.
(holds out a stack of
papers)
And tell him to sign here, here,
and initial here.
KAYLA JANSSON
But, you know he won't sign without
a lawyer present, that's the only
reason you're here.
Gregg reaches into his jacket pocket, pulls out a business card and begins writing on the back of it.
GREGG DONLEY
Give him this. I'm writing my home
number and home address on the
back. Tell him to call me anytime.
He hands her the business card.
KAYLA JANSSON
But-
GREGG DONLEY
I'm sorry Kayla, but I really do
have to go.
She realizes her defeat.
KAYLA JANSSON
I understand.
Gregg turns and heads for the door when it suddenly swings open violently, and PAUL JANSSON storms through it.
KAYLA JANSSON (cont'd)
Where the hell have you been?
Paul seems terrified as he slams the door shut and fastens all the locks on it.
He turns back to Gregg and Kayla looking terrified. His eyes frantically dart around the room.
PAUL JANSSON
Where's Kyle?
KAYLA JANSSON
What?
PAUL JANSSON
Where is Kyle?
KAYLA JANSSON
He's in his room asleep, why?
PAUL JANSSON
(while heading for the
kitchen)
Wake him up and start packing,
we've gotta be out of here in ten
minutes.
Paul storms through the kitchen's swinging door with Kayla right behind him. An intrigued Gregg follows as well.
INT. KAYLA JANSSON'S KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Paul crouches down and begins searching the cupboards as soon as he enters the kitchen.
KAYLA JANSSON
Paul, what the hell are you doing?
Paul stops searching.
PAUL JANSSON
Haven't you been watching TV?
KAYLA JANSSON
No, why?
Paul stands up and walks closer to Kayla.
PAUL JANSSON
Kayla, zombies are coming.
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