Scene 4

INT. HATTERSVILLE APARTMENT – DAY

Sean, Juval, Sekel, and a white-coated doctor named ROGERS stand around, looking down at the dead body of DON REYNOLDS. His throat is slit and he has a large kitchen knife in his hand. Rogers is older, with thinning hair, and looks terrified. DR. RENFROE, an aging Black woman, is examining the body. All but the body are wearing blue gloves on one hand.

ROGERS

He was fine yesterday! Happy, even, because we had gotten his blood pressure down. We went over his meal plan, he took his done without incident. I don’t see what happened! We haven’t changed his prescription in three months!

SEKEL

Obviously, something changed.

He gestures toward the knife. Renfroe adjusts her glasses and peers at the thermometer sticking out of the body.

RENFROE

About twenty-four hours.

She pulls out the thermometer and wipes it clean.

JUVAL

(to Rogers)

It must have been right after you left.

ROGERS

Oh, God.

(beat)

Nothing… nothing seemed odd…

Jacob peers through the doorway from the hall. He has a paper grocery bag under one arm. He crosses to the doorway and leans forward so the keycard on a lanyard around his neck dangles before a card reader. It beeps and the door unlocks. Jacob cringes. The men turn to the noise.

SEKEL

Can you tell us anything about this… unfortunate incident?

Jacob’s plastered smile returns.

JACOB

Yes. It wasn’t self-inflicted.

They exchange uneasy looks, except Sekel, who continues to stare at Jacob. Jacob enters his apartment and sets the grocery bag on a counter. Sekel steps into the hall, hands on his hips.

SEKEL

And how exactly do you know that?

JACOB

Same way I know everything.

SEKEL

Someone

(making finger quotations)

“called you”?

Jacob snorts and begins to unload his groceries.

JACOB

No, observation.

(beat)

The knife has blood all over it, his hands don’t.

They all turn to study the body’s hands. Jacob looks at them as if that should have been obvious, then returns to putting his groceries away. Sekel sucks his teeth and crosses the hallway. He squares up to Jacob.

SEKEL

And where were you when this not-self-inflicted injury took place?

Jacob leans back against the counter, tilting his head as if expecting Sekel to kiss him.

JACOB

In order to answer that, I would need to know when it took place. Have you come to a decision yet?

Jacob returns to his groceries.

SEKEL

(blinking)

On what?

JACOB

(as if obvious)

On the thing you were deciding!

SEKEL

(uncomfortably)

I might have.

JACOB

Good. The sooner they get here, the sooner this will stop.

SEKEL

(brow furrowing)

This is an isolated incident.

Jacob scoffs, suppressing laughter, and studies Sekel for a moment.

JACOB

H’OK.

SEKEL

(after a beat, disarmed)

What if I didn’t choose the one you suggested?

JACOB

(crushing the bag)

Then it will never stop.

Jacob tosses the bag into a recycle bin by the door. He nods at the body

JACOB

Yesterday, I was being re-evaluated. All day, starting at six. You know the routine.

Jacob pulls up his sleeves to expose pinpricks and what looks like cigarette burns. Sekel studies him. His suspicion melts at the air-tight alibi.

SEKEL

Any changes?

JACOB

Nope.

He casually leans back against the counter.

JACOB

I am still certifiably bat-shit crazy

Sekel looks him up and down and nods. He hurries out of the apartment.

SEKEL

(to Sean and Juval)

Get pictures. Clean that up. Make sure no one else sees it.

He power-walks down the hall and breaks into a jog when he thinks no one can see.

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