- A calm evening of glass work is disrupted when a hidden stalker jumps a lone father and son in their glassblowing studio; a terrifying moment that forces the father to face the actions of his past.
- A well-off father (40s) and son (17-23) are working together in their glassblowing studio. The lighting is dim and shadowy, but the furnaces and glowing melted glass are bright and warm. From the shadows, a hidden attacker (40s) grabs a glowing hot metal rod, jumps out from the darkness, and swings the rod at the son's head, sending him barreling backwards to the floor. He then instantly turns on the father, knocks him back down onto a table, and forces him into submission by holding the glowing hot rod just inches from his face. The scraggly attacker screams vague accusations at the father. The father realizes this was his best friend from many years ago, when they were both young and ambitious. The attacker fumes that he could have had anything had the father not stripped all opportunity from him. The father takes on an apologetic, repentant tone. The attacker calms somewhat in response, only to reignite in fury moments later. The dialogue continues in this way, all-in-all revealing that, back when the two were best friends, the attacker had come up with a genius business scheme. However, the father stole the idea and ran with it. The father went on to live a happy, settled life, while the attacker wandered the streets. From the beginning of the dialogue, we frequently cut to the son lying on the ground in the shadows, back facing the other two. At first ready to jump up and help his father, the son hesitates when he hears what his father had done in the past. He sympathizes with the attacker, but, having no idea what to do, lies still throughout the duration of the scene. The father eyes the heavy metal blowpipe he had been glass-working with just seconds ago. His right arm hangs down from the table, fingers only inches away from the pipe. The glass on the end of the blowpipe slowly hardens near the attacker's feet. The dialogue reaches it's climax when, after the father calms the other by claiming he will pay his dues and get him back on his feet. The father's eyes catch on a blowtorch hanging from a stand nearby him. He sees its lighter hanging even closer. The father tries to get out the words, "It will all be okay" but is interrupted midway through by the sound of glass shattering. The glass on the end of his blowpipe cooled too quickly on the hard floor. The attacker jumps back from the sound near his feet. The father, familiar with this phenomenon, doesn't miss a beat. Snatching the lighter, he lights the blow torch, yanks it from it's hook, and torches the attacker's face for several excruciating seconds. The father is shaking, full of fear and adrenaline. The attacker screams in agony as he drops to the floor, writhing in pain. His body moving on instinct, the father punches the man, hard. The son is immobile, aside from quivering all over. The father's expression goes blank. He is suddenly distanced from the other two, his environment, the whole world. He grabs sharp glass-cutting shears from a workbench and plunges them into the attacker's still squirming body. The father pulls back and hesitates, shears held high over his head. He drops the shears into the attacker's body again. As he withdraws, blood drips from the small blades. He drops the tool as life comes back to him. He breathes again. His facial muscles contract again. His eyes still stare blankly. He very slowly moves away from the body and slumps against a wall. After a very long moment, his makes his way over to his son, who by this point is in shock, eyes tear-glazed. The father wrings a water-soaked cloth over the son's face, thinking the son has been unconscious the whole time. The son pretends he's waking up, body making the motions, consciousness distanced. The father, having composed himself, briefly monologues about how one day the young man will have a family of his own to look out for. The father confirms that the nearby body is lifeless. He explains that learning to be a man is learning to put family first. A father must do all he can to protect his family. He might as well have been talking to a wall. The son knows the man needn't have been killed. His eyes stare into space and never once move. The father stands to leave. As he walks away, the son remains frozen. The father pauses to look over his shoulder. "C'mon, boy." The son sits motionless, unsure of what choice to make. His eyes move.
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