(Lights up on CARL, who is down on all fours drawing pentagrams, charms, and hexes on the ground. DEPUTY 2 stands behind him, chewing gum.)

DEPUTY 2: Mr. McFaddin? (pause) Mr. McFaddin? (pause) Uh, Mr. McFaddin? (pause) Mr. McFaddin?

CARL: What have you come here for?

DEPUTY 2: Uh, Mr. McFaddin, do you know a little girl by the name of Candy Cozbi?

CARL: Cozbi?

DEPUTY 2: Yeah, Candy Cozbi. She was Max's girlfriend.

CARL: Max didn't have any friends.

DEPUTY 2: Uh, Mr. McFaddin, We, that is the County Sherrif's Department, we'd like a little talk with Max. (pause) John, you listening?

CARL: I'm listening. He ain't here, gone away. Left. What did you want to talk to him about, Lawman?

DEPUTY 2: Well, he had a date with Miss Cozbi last night, and she didn't come home. (pause) Now, ordinarily, a 17-year-old who don't come home from a date on time, well we wouldn't think too much of it...but, well, John, we found her body on your property this morning.

CARL: Yes, I see.

DEPUTY 2: I think that Max is in for a lot of trouble.

CARL: Max is trouble. (long pause) One girl's body. Come tomorrow there's gonna be bodies everywhere. You understand me? Tomorrow, Hell walks the Earth and all your prayers will seem as nothing. (pause) Go away Sherriff. Max isn't here.

DEPUTY 2: Uh, (smiles) I ain't the sherriff. Just a deputy. (pause, looks at the drawings) you some kind of artist, John?

CARL: Oh, this? No, just a hobby. Just a hobby.

(Lights out)

END OF SCENE