WELCH
: Just vanished.
EMMA
: Yup.
WELCH
: Just—walked off into the night. Poof!
EMMA
: Guess so.
WELCH
: Why don’t you go down there now and bring him up for me, Emma? Be a good girl.
EMMA
: There’s no one down there!
WELCH
: You know, we are very, very skilled at flushing rats out of their nests. We’ve had vast experience. You wouldn’t want to see a bunker buster come blasting into your little kitchen from heaven knows where, would you? Because we can arrange that, Emma. It’s just a phone call away.
EMMA
: What’s he done? He’s not a criminal, is he?
WELCH
: He hasn’t done a thing, Emma. Not a thing. We’d just like to speak to him. Now, I can go down there myself or you could help things along by coaxing him up here for me.
EMMA
: (
yelling downstairs
) Mr. Haynes! Mr. Haynes, are you down there? (
pause, no answer
) See? Nobody down there. Not a soul.
WELCH
: (
smiles
) Haynes? Is that what he’s calling himself now? Interesting.
EMMA
: There’s nobody down there!
WELCH
: (
loudly, so
HAYNES
can hear
) Well, I suppose we’ll just have to order up some smoke!
EMMA
: Smoke?
WELCH
: Some gas, maybe.
EMMA
: Gas? You’re not bringing smoke and gas into my home! My plants can’t take it.
WELCH
: Well, we could flood him out, I suppose. Takes a little longer, but just as effective. There’s always fire, but then we’d be losing the house, wouldn’t we?
EMMA
: I’m going down to get my husband!
(EMMA heads for the door.)
WELCH
: Good idea! You do that. Maybe he could help us out with this pesky Mr. Haynes.