Mark, tied to a chair, sits in the cold basement as Steve walks around him. looking very distraught.
“You need to let me go. The police are gonna come any minute. The neighbors heard the struggle. Someone called them, and you are busted. Unless you let me go right now.”

Steve stops and turns to Mark. "Let you go?" He walks over and knocks Mark and the chair backwards onto the floor. He stands over Mark and looks down on him. "I come home from a hard days work and I find you dragging my wifes body out the back door and you want me to let you go?"

"It was supposed to be a smash and grab, anything valuable. I didn't mean to....."

"Stop talking. The cops aren't coming. And if they do, I will tell them to find the guy that did this to my wife. But they won't find you. No one will."

"But I am your son, Steve."