ABE climbs into his sleeping bag while SWEDEN sleeps—deeply, by the sound of it. He extinguishes the lantern, hangs it up. He lies upon his side, closes his eyes. The wind jostles the tent; rain patters the canvas. ABE shivers.
ABE:
Some f*****g place to camp, Swede.
He curls up in a little ball, trying to ignore his surroundings. He tries to sleep.
FADE TO BLACK.
...We hear the wind, and branches scraping a window sill.
FADE IN:
SWEDEN’S GUEST ROOM.
The wind moans and there’s a smash! Glass breaks. ABE sits up with a start; a shutter bangs against the wall. A base-hum builds, as does a heartbeat, perhaps, which beats stronger throughout the scene.
MANYA:
(whispers off-screen)
Abraham...
ABE looks at his bedroom door, which has also blown open. MANYA’S lithe shadow, absolutely
