Camera shot: Digital Clock reading 9:15:49. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick

Camera shot: Split screen, JACK sitting on chair next to Sister Nelson’s bed on left screen, TONY at CTU on right screen.

TONY: Here’s what we’ve got on Nelson, Jack. Fourteen kids, all of them natural and all of them delivered at home. Didn’t even use a midwife. And she home schools them all.

JACK: So you’re saying torture won’t work on this one.

TONY: Not likely. Not in the time frame you want. I wouldn’t even recommend using the children as leverage. There are so many, she may not even recognize them as her own. I think with this sort, the threat of pain might be more effective than pain itself.

JACK: Thanks. Let me know if you learn anything else. (hangs up cellphone. Quickly scans the room for its contents.)

Camera shot: camera pans room and settles on a loaf of zucchini bread with a get well card on top of it resting on the nightstand.

JACK (to SISTER NELSON): I know what you’re thinking. You don’t think I can stuff that whole loaf down your throat, do you? You’d be surprised. Funny thing about zucchini bread. In small amounts, it can be quite delectable, but in larger amounts… It will start dissolving your stomach lining. There is no treatment, and it will take you about a week to die. Very painful. It would be so much easier if you just tell me what I want to know.

SISTER NELSON (coughing): Sure thing Bishop. What can I do for you?

Camera shot: camera pans to SISTER NELSON’S hands as she wipes them on her sheets.

JACK: You’re hands are sweating.

SISTER NELSON: I have a condition.

JACK: I heard those exact words from your daughter earlier tonight. You know what I think? I don’t think you two have a condition. I think you’ve been coaching her. Making sure you have your stories straight. Is she even your daughter at all, or is she a nefarious, trained midget assassin?

BROTHER YOUNG: Now that’s just absurd, Jack. I’m putting a stop to this.

JACK (To BROTHER YOUNG): You shut up and stay down. If you’d seen what I’ve seen over the past 15 minutes, you wouldn’t think it was so absurd.

BROTHER YOUNG: I have seen what you have over the past 15 minutes.

JACK (leveling his gun at BROTHER YOUNG): I said shut it!

JACK: (to SISTER NELSON): Now where is my family?

SISTER NELSON: Oh, they’re probably still at the Dairy Queen. They were planning on getting ice cream after the temple trip.

BROTHER YOUNG: See. I told you Jack. Everyone’s fine.

JACK: Yes, you did tell me that. You told me exactly that. It’s almost as if you two planned this tale together. And you, Brother, have been impeding me every step of the way tonight. (leveling his gun at BROTHER YOUNG again) Who were you really talking to in the men’s room?

BROTHER YOUNG: I told you Jack, it was my..

JACK: Don’t you dare insult me and say it was your wife. Now who are you working for?

BROTHER YOUNG: Alright. Alright. I called the Stake President. You were acting erratically, and I wasn’t trusting your leadership at the moment. I’ve had my phone on speaker ever since. He’s been listening in this whole time.

JACK: Face down on the bed now. I said now!

BROTHER YOUNG (lays on bed)

JACK (yanks phone cord from wall and binds BROTHER YOUNG’S hands behind his back).

BROTHER YOUNG: This is crazy, Jack. The Stake Presidency is on their way. You’re only making things worse.

JACK (placing barrel of gun at back of BROTHER YOUNG’S head) Not another word! (pats down BROTHER YOUNG, finds cellphone in suit pocket and smashes it against the floor)

JACK (back to SISTER NELSON): Your story doesn’t add up, Sister. There’s not enough money in the Young Women’s budget for ice cream socials, and I would need to pre-approve those expenditures. No one ran this past me. So I’m asking you one last time: WHERE IS MY FAMILY?

SISTER NELSON: Sister Evans was going to treat. She’s such a sweet lady. It’s been a real pleasure serving with her.

JACK: I’ve had enough of this. Get up. You’re coming with me. (pulls BROTHER YOUNG from the bed) You too. (They move back to the car. Jack pops the trunk)

JACK:(To BROTHER YOUNG): Get in the trunk.

BROTHER YOUNG: Jack. You’re making a huge mistake.

JACK: (Ignores him and closes the trunk).

JACK: (To SISTER NELSON): In the car. You’re driving. (Jack gets in passenger seat and points gun toward SISTER NELSON): Take me to Dairy Queen. For your sake, my family better be there.

Camera shot: Digital Clock reading 9:18:32. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

For the rivetting conclusion, see Uncle Sid’s Guide to Homeschool Your Hellions.  It’s in there somewhere.