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KAREN: Why wouldn’t I have told you already?
J.R.: Okay, fine. Tonight we get rid of him. Drive him to wherever and dump the body. Somewhere with deep water. I’ll attach the dumbbell you hit him with for sentimental purposes.
KAREN: Funny.

J.R.: No, really, we need to get rid of any trace. We need to clean the dumbbell very well and get rid of it.
KAREN: And how do we get this body out of here?
J.R.: You work it out, I’m doing every fucking thing else here.
J.R. storms off to the hallway.
INT. HALLWAY
J.R. stares the door handle again.

He heads into his bedroom and returns with clothing and thick packing tape.
Rapidly J.R. opens the door, the light assaults David’s eyes.
David then cowers doing his best to cover his face and prepare his body for a beating.
Instead, J.R. grabs David’s hands and wraps them in t-shirts, creating tight knots, and weaving David’s hands into an incapable state. He then repeatedly wraps the packing tape, restricting any possibility of dexterity.

J.R.: Fuck you for doing this.
J.R. motions as if he’s about to say something personal or spit on David, but he stops himself mid motion.
J.R.: Really, fuck you.
He slams the door shut. David cries.
INT. LIVING ROOM
As he enters the room, J.R. keeps his focus on Elmar.
J.R.: You should have just called 9-11.
KAREN: But you told me —
J.R.: Fuck what I told you, when do you ever listen to me anyways?
He turns to face Karen and moves right in front her face, almost close enough to kiss.
J.R.: [shouting] Why now? Huh? Why? [beat] Why at this fucking point in time?
KAREN: [yelling back] Don’t take this out on —

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