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This isn’t some random pistol... IT’S REECE’S OWN GUN... Which means this assassin has been INSIDE REECE’S HOME... INT. ENGRAM CLINIC -- MRI PREP ROOM -- NIGHT QUICK CUTS: REECE grabs his personal effects from the locker... DIALS his phone as he pulls on clothes... It RINGS and RINGS... Lauren’s VOICEMAIL picks up... REECE (INTO PHONE) (frantic) As Reece SPRINTS from the room... CUT TO: EXT. THE REECE HOUSE -- NIGHT -- QUICK CUTS Reece’s Land Cruiser SKIDS into the driveway... Reece exits and flies up the front steps... INT. THE REECE HOUSE -- NIGHT Reece enters, gun ready... REECE Lauren!? Lucy!? He’s met by familiar, uncomfortable silence. Reece moves slowly through the house, checking each room... INT. THE REECE HOUSE -- KITCHEN -- CONTINUOUS Reece’s foot stops short of the threshold. Lauren’s phone sits on the tile, glass SHATTERED... Laur, it’s me. It’s real. Someone just tried to kill me... he had my gun. You need to get out of the house. Call me back. The kitchen table has been OVERTURNED, pocked with several BULLET HOLES. Lucy’s legs stick out from behind it... Reece rushes forward, the table blocks our view of what he sees. But we can read it on his face. His legs go out. Everything he’s fought for, gone... Reece slumps to the floor, lost in himself, until a soft WHEEZING draws his attention to the other side of the room... LAUREN rests against the kitchen island, GUNSHOT WOUND to the chest... somehow hanging on...
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