JAMIE AND CARL ARE SAT NEXT TO EACH OTHER IN THE KITCHEN. THE LIGHTS ARE OFF BUT A LIT PUMPKIN FLICKERS. THEY APPEAR FIXATED BY SOMETHING OPPOSITE THEM. CARL CLINGS TO JAMIE IN DREAD. THEY SHRIEK AND SHOUT AS IF ON A LOOP.
THEY GRADUALLY RELAX.
CARL
Boy, that was scary.
JAMIE
Yep.
JAMIE CLAPS HIS HANDS TOGETHER.
JAMIE (CONT'D)
Right, time for the film then.
GRANDDAD SITS OPPOSITE AND UNFLATTERINGLY TWITCHES FROM A STROKE.
JAMIE AND CARL WANDER INTO THE OTHER ROOM.
LUCY
Everything alright?
JAMIE
Fine, fine.
LUCY
Then what was all the noise about before?
JAMIE
Oh, yeah, Granddad's dead.
A PAUSE.
LUCY
(sotto)
What?
CARL
Yeah, I think our shrieking scared him a bit.
LUCY FURROWS HER BROW AND LOOKS OVER THEIR SHOULDERS.
LUCY
He isn't dead.
GRANDDAD LURCHES TOWARD THEM, ZOMBIE-LIKE. JAMIE AND CARL TURN AROUND AND SUDDENLY RECOIL.
CARL AND JAMIE
ARGHHH!!
GRANDDAD
Ohhh for God's sake, (Beat) why have I shit myself?
END
