Whoever it was washed off in the bathroom,
afterwards. We found blood trace
s in the
shower, but no human detritus—
INT. RESTAURANT. DAY.
RAY and his sister, LEEANNE WRAY, are sitting over their dinner.
RAY
—no hairs, no fibers. Like they were just
sponging the blood off a coat made from rubber
or vinyl, one of those plastic, uh—
LEEANNE
—slickers.
(Wry)
Nice dinner conversation, Ray.
RAY
Yeah, I guess. Sorry.
(After a moment)
You, uh . . . hear from—them?
INSERT SHOT: A family PHOTO, posed vaguely like the one in the RIKER home—except that the parents (MR. and MRS. WRAY, LEEANNE and RAY’s father and mother) are barely looking at each other, and neither are looking at the little boy and girl (CHILD RAY and CHILD LEEANNE) posed uncomfortably at their feet.
BACK TO ANGLE ON LEEANNE, who shrugs.
LEEANNE
Not lately. You?
INSERT SHOT: The same PHOTO, CLOSER UP. Only CHILD RAY and CHILD LEEANNE are visible.
BACK TO ANGLE ON RAY, who shakes his head.
LEEANNE
Well.
INSERT SHOT: The same PHOTO, E.C.U. Only CHILD RAY and CHILD LEEANNE’s eyes are visible.
LEEANNE (V.O.)
Not like they ever noticed we were there,
anyway.