Panic Room (2002) by David Koepp, February 23, 2000. More info about this movie on imdb.com
FADE IN:
EXT. MANHATTAN - DAY
The whole island, from the south. For a second. Literally.
EXT. NEW YORK SKYLINE - DAY
Closer, just the skyline. For another second.
EXT. UPPER WEST SIDE - DAY
Closer still, the Upper West Side. For another second. No
time to waste admiring the scenery.
EXT. WEST 83RD STREET - DAY
Race across a field of PEDESTRIANS to pick up three women
hurrying down the sidewalk. LYDIA LYNCH, a real estate
broker, vaults down the sidewalk, she's got a hell of a
stride. MEG ALTMAN, thirtyish, struggles to keep up with
her, she's tall, wafer-thin, pale as a ghost. SARAH, a nine
year old girl, flat out runs to keep up, dribbling a
basketball as she goes. The kid's athletic, much tougher
than Meg, who she resembles.
Lydia reads from a sheet she carries in her bouncing hands.
LYDIA
-- seventeen feet wide, fifty-five
feet deep, forty-two hundred square
feet, four floors with a rentable
basement apartment, so five
altogether, courtyard in back --
MEG
Could you slow down a little?
(looking back over her
shoulder)
Or we could wait for the car...
LYDIA
No cars. Feet are faster.
MEG
How many more do we have after this?
LYDIA
None, there's nothing else, you know
how tight the market is.
MEG
This is it? I told you on the
phone, I have to be moved in in two
weeks. Sarah, please don't bounce
that here.
SARAH
Mom, it's the sidewalk.
LYDIA
Oh, that miserable little prick is
already leaving.
They approach a row of brownstones, narrow four story
townhouses, nice looking buildings, a hundred years old or
more. EVAN, a sour-looking man, has just locked the front
door of number 26 and is coming down the steps. He sees them
coming.
EVAN
One day you will learn to respect
other people's time, Lydia, one day
you --
LYDIA
Evan, I am so sorry, you were a
saint to wait for us!
CUT TO:
INT. TOWNHOUSE - FOYER - DAY
Evan throws open the front door, revealing the airy foyer of
the townhouse. The place is completely empty. He talks
fast, races through the tour. The three of them come in,
Sarah still bouncing her basketball.
EVAN
This is the middle of the house, the
entry floor, living room's over
there. The kitchen floor's below us
and there's two bedroom floors
above.
The front door closes behind them, with a THUD so
authoritative it seems to say no one's ever getting out. Meg
tries to get her daughter's attention, to tell her to stop
bouncing the ball in the house.
EVAN
It's an enormous amount of space for
the money and I'll be perfectly
honest, the family is in no hurry
whatsoever.
Meg whispers Sarah's name, but Sarah still ignores her, goes
on bouncing the ball.
EVAN
I don't have to tell you there is an
acute shortage of living space in
Manhattan right now and this is a
highly unique property.
LYDIA
No ball, kid.
Sarah immediately stops bouncing. She wanders into the
living room, peers through the big French doors, which look
out over the courtyard area. There's another row of
brownstones on the next block, and all the patios back up to
one another. It looks tranquil out there, oasis in the city.
Sarah leans up against the door, sighs, her breath fogs the
window. There is a profound melancholy about her. Meg
watches her, tries to catch eyes with her in the reflection.
Can't.
Evan flings open the door of an old-fashioned cage-style
elevator.
EVAN
Working elevator. Mr. Pearlstine,
the previous owner, was disabled the
last ten years of his life. Highly
unusual, the elevator, you will not
find this in ninety percent of
brownstones.
MEG
Will they take asking price? I need
a two week escrow and I'm already
approved for the loan.
Lydia turns, gives Meg an "are you insane?" look.
EVAN
What say we see the house before we
dicker, hmm?
(starting up the stairs)
I have to warn you, this is exactly
the response we expected to get.
It's a very emotional property.
As he disappears upstairs, Lydia turns to Meg, lowers her
voice.
LYDIA
Who taught you to negotiate?
SARAH
It's not like Saks', Mom, you don't
have to pay the price on the tag.
She gets in the elevator and RATTLES the door shut with a
bang. That kid's got an attitude. Meg takes a deep breath,
turns to Lydia. She brushes her hair behind an ear, we
notice her thin hand is shaking.
MEG
I'm sorry. Apartments, and...
money, and... this is more my
husband's area.
She digs in her purse for a prescription pill bottle and some
water.
MEG
Was. His area. I'm not very good
at...
Lydia watches as she swallows a pill, waiting for Meg to
finish her sentence. Not very good at what?
MEG
Things, and if I can't prove to my
soon to-be ex-husband that I can
provide a suitable place for our
daughter to live in the next
fourteen days, it's going to get
ugly between us. Uglier.
Lydia just looks at her, no idea what to say. These two are
from different places.
EVAN (O.S.)
(from upstairs)
It would be so lovely if I could
shot the property before I leave!
CUT TO:
INT. TOP FLOOR BEDROOM - DAY
Evan, Lydia, and Meg poke their heads in a series of rooms,
one after the other, the tour flying by quickly. First, an
upstairs bedroom. Nice, roomy, looks out on the courtyard.
EVAN
Top floor. Two bedrooms, one
bathroom.
INT. DEN - DAY
Another floor, another empty room. The trio passes through.
EVAN
Third floor, spare bedroom, den,
what have you. Mr. Pearlstine used
it as an office.
LYDIA
(low voice, to Meg)
He's talking about Bernard
Pearlstine.
Meg shrugs, who's that?
EVAN
(moving, through a
bathroom)
Master bath.
LYDIA
The hotel guy? It's been in the
papers lately. His kids are all
suing each other over his estate.
He was a total recluse, paranoid,
rich as hell, he was worth thirty
million or something, now it turns
out they can't find half of it.
(singsong)
Somebody took something didn't
belong to them!
EVAN
I hardly see how family gossip is
germane to showing the property.
LYDIA
(low, to Meg)
Stop calling it the property, you
sound ridiculous.
EVAN
(through a closet)
Master closet.
From the hallway, there is a GROANING METALLIC sound, the
elevator, and the happy laughter of the little girl as she
puts it through its paces. Evan winces, speaks as if his
mouth hurts when he moves it.
EVAN
Could the child please stop that?
LYDIA
KID! NO ELEVATOR!
She looks at Meg and winks.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - DAY
EVAN
And we emerge in the master bedroom.
He checks his watch.
Meg looks around, studying the dimensions of the room. She
looks at the far wall, the one that borders the house next
door. She looks at the wall that corners it, opposite the
window wall. She takes two steps back from it.
MEG
Something's weird.
LYDIA
What?
MEG
I don't know, doesn't that corner
seem funny to you?
She points to the far end of the wall, near the entrance to
the closet. There is a mirrored door that leads to the
closet, and a mirror on the wall alongside it. If you look
closely, you'll see that the mirrors are raked slightly
toward one another, which causes an optical illusion in which
the corner of the room appears much closer to the door than
it is.
EVAN
I was waiting to see if you'd
notice! On caravan, no one from our
office had the slightest idea.
He pushes on the top of the mirror on the wall. It makes a
faint CLICK, then glides open a few inches off the wall. He
pulls it toward him, opens it all the way, a hundred eighty
degrees, and it fastens magnetically to the back of the
closed door. There is smooth wall behind it, but if you look
closely, there is a faint vertical crack in the wall.
Meg looks at him -- what in the world? Even pushes again,
twice this time, first at the top, then at the bottom, and
the smooth wall CLICKS ajar. He pulls it wide open. Meg and
Lydia step forward, fascinated.
INT. PANIC ROOM - DAY
From the opposite end of a lone, narrow, windowless space, we
see the three of them standing in the open doorway,
silhouetted by the sunlight streaming through the bedroom
windows behind them.
EVAN
It's called a panic room.
He hits a switch and a row of bulbs flick on overhead.
MEG
A what?
EVAN
A safe room. An inner sanctum. A
castle keep, in medieval times.
LYDIA
Oh, I've seen these...
EVAN
It's quite in vogue in high end
construction right now. One really
can't be too careful about home
invasion.
The other two walk inside, but Meg lingers near the door,
looking around, studying the neatly arrayed survival supplies
-- water, food packs, batteries, flashlights, tools, rope,
clothes, blankets -- you get the idea.
LYDIA
Hey, this is perfect for you...
(Meg scoffs)
Absolutely! You're a woman, you're
living alone now. Your alarm goes
off, or you head glass break, or for
whatever reason you think someone's
broken into your home in the middle
of the night. What are you going to
do? Call the police and wait until
they get here on Tuesday? Traipse
downstairs in your sexy little
underthings and check it out? I
think not!
EVAN
Reinforced steel core walls. Buried
phone line, completely separate, not
connected to the house's main line
and never exposed throughout the
house's infrastructure or outside
the house -- you can call the
police; nobody can cut you off.
Your own ventilation system,
complete with oxygen scrubber, so
you've got plenty of fresh air for
as long as you like. And a bank of
video monitors --
He hits a switch next to a dozen tiny video monitors,
revealing a dozen different views of the house.
EVAN
-- covering almost every corner of
the house.
Meg nods, starting to sweat.
MEG
Makes me nervous.
LYDIA
Why?
MEG
Ever read any Poe?
LYDIA
I don't think so, but I love her
album.
MEG
No, Edgar Allen.
LYDIA
(thinks)
The furniture guy?
MEG
(giving up)
What's to keep them from prying open
the door?
Evan reaches past Meg and pushes a red button on the wall
behind her. With a sudden WHANG of steel, a heavy metal door
leaps out of a slot in the wall and SLAMS shut, like a
submarine hatch. A series of metal latches CLICK into place
inside it, from top to bottom, securing it into place.
EVAN
Steel, four inches thick.
Meg takes a step back. They're now enclosed in the room.
EVAN
Everything's spring-loaded, even if
the power's out it's fully
functional.
MEG
Open it.
LYDIA
Old Bernie didn't miss a trick with
this room, did he?
MEG
Open the door.
LYDIA
And with kids like he's got, no
wonder he wanted a place to hide.
EVAN
That's highly inappropriate.
MEG
I said open the door.
Evan hits a green button and the door GROANS slowly open,
recoiling its massive spring, and revealing Sarah, the little
girl, standing in the entryway, grinning widely.
SARAH
My room. Definitely my room.
She bolts in, just as her mother bolts out.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - DAY
Meg stands just outside the door to the panic room, regaining
her composure. Not crazy about tight spaces. Which we
already knew.
LYDIA
That door is a safely hazard.
EVAN
Not at all.
He points. There's a tiny red beam that shines across the
doorway, one at shoulder height --
EVAN
Infrared. Like the beam in an
elevator doorway. Won't let the
door close if something's blocking
it.
-- and one at shin height. Even bend down, blocks the one at
shin height with his hand.
EVAN
Watch.
He reaches up, to push the close button, but with one hand
anchored at the floor, he can't quite reach it.
EVAN
(to Lydia)
Push that button for me, will you?
MEG
Don't!
Lydia pushes the close button, nothing happens. Evan pulls
his hand put of the beam, takes a step back. Lydia pushes
the button again.
WHANG! The metal door rockets shut, the metallic slang
reverberating in the room. Almost immediately, the fake
piece of wall HUMS shut, of its own accord, followed a moment
later by the mirror, which detaches itself from the back of
the closet door and HUMS silently back into place, closing
over the hidden door, making the corner of the room look like
a corner again.
As the mirrored door closes, it shows Meg her own reflection.
She looks at herself, still rattled. She wipes a trickle of
sweat from the side of her face.
CUT TO:
INT. TOWNHOUSE - FOYER - DAY
The same house, two weeks later. The entry floor is piled
high with moving boxes. Sarah and Meg lie sprawled out in
the middle of the black and white tile, arms and legs splayed
wide, exhausted.
They stare up at the ceiling, beat.
SARAH
Too many stairs.
MEG
Got us in here, didn't I?
SARAH
Shoulda got an apartment.
MEG
Well, I know that now.
SARAH
478-0150.
Meg raises her hand to her face, she's got her cell phone in
her palm.
MEG
Battery's dead.
CUT TO:
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
Meg picks up the wall phone in the kitchen, gets a dial tone.
MEG
The phone works.
(to Sarah)
Hey, I hooked up the phone.
SARAH
(sarcastic)
The crowd goes wild.
MEG
(ignoring the slight)
478...
SARAH
0150.
Meg finishes dialing. It rings, someone answers.
VOICE
Perry's Pizza, please hold.
CUT TO:
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Night has fallen. Meg and Sarah sit at a small table in the
middle of the kitchen, surrounded by packing boxes. They eat
pizza. They chew, silently. Sarah drinks a diet Dr.
Pepper. Meg finishes a glass of wine.
Meg's eyes are moist. Sarah notices. She notices her
noticing, shrugs. I'm human, what do you want me to do, hide
it?
Sarah looks away, goes back to chewing. After a moment:
SARAH
Fuck him.
MEG
Don't.
SARAH
Fuck her too.
Meg looks at her, not sure how to confront the open defiance.
MEG
I agree. But don't.
Sarah stares at her for a moment, then goes back to eating.
Meg picks up the bottle of wine.
Sarah's eyes flick over and watch as wine GLUGS into her
mother's glass.
CUT TO:
INT. SARAH'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Sarah's bedroom is full of unpacked boxes, but her twin bed
has been set up and Sarah is in it, hair wet, pajamas on.
She reads from a book ("Tom Swift and His Repelatron Skyway")
while Meg, drowsy, lies next to her, listening.
SARAH
"Tom's throat felt so dry and tight
that it was a moment before he could
make any sound come out. "Dad!" He
croaked. "I'm - inside - the -
machine!" "Great Scott!" The elder
scientist gasped. He dashed across
the laboratory and switched off the
repelatron's motor. "What happened,
son?" "The Durafoam hardened, Dad.
Get a solvent, quick -- you know the
formula!"
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
In the master bathroom, Meg soaks in a bath. She is
exhausted. She reaches for her wine glass, finishes the last
of it.
She stretches for the bottle, which is on the floor next to
her. She refills the glass. Again.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Meg, dressed in an old Knicks T-shirt and boxer shorts,
stands next to the alarm panel in the master bedroom, reading
from an instruction manual. She's frustrated. She mutters,
slurring, a bit drunk.
MEG
Bypass non-ready zones... shunt,
enter, zone number...
She tries it, pushing a few buttons, but the alarm panel
BEEPS at her disapprovingly. She's doing something wrong.
She sighs, sits on the floor, gets serious about figuring out
the instructions.
MEG
Bypass non-ready zones... ah, shunt,
enter, shunt again, zone number...
wait...
HER FINGERS
dance over the alarm panel, some time later. She seems to
have figured it out, and a small light on the panel lights
up.
SYSTEM ARMED
The very moment the red light goes on, we cut sharply to --
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
-- the darkened panic room, where the dozen small video
screens all suddenly wink to life, showing a dozen views of
the house. Whatever she pushed turned these on too, probably
not what she meant to do, but at least she got the alarm on
for the night.
The door that leads from the panic room to the master bedroom
hangs open. In the middle of the floor in here, somebody has
made a small tent of blankets and couch cushions. Sarah must
have been playing here before bed.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Meg puts sheets on her bed in the master bedroom.
She fills a glass of water, puts it on a box she's using for
a night table.
She plugs in a battery charger for her cell phone, places the
phone in the cradle. It BEEPS. "Charging."
She sets the digital clock, puts it next to the glass of
water. It's 12:26.
She gets in bed, her side, the left side.
She lies in the dark, half an acre of empty bed across from
her.
We drift off her, see the clock again. The time changes, the
number one dissolves away, changing the time to --
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
-- 2:26. Meg is in a hard, boozy sleep. We drift out the
door of the master bedroom, into the third floor hallway, and
down the open stairwell. We glide through the entry floor,
still gently falling through the stairwell's airway, dropping
even further, all the way down to the kitchen floor, the
ground floor.
We drift across the darkened kitchen, serpentine through the
canyon of moving boxes, approach the window that looks out on
the street.
We move right up against the window, peer through the glass
just as --
-- a van pulls up across the street and stops. Can't see
through its windows. No movement for a moment, then the
driver's door opens and a MAN climbs out. He wears dark
clothes.
The Man closes the door, looks both ways, and starts across
the street towards us. He's carrying a bag of some kind.
He goes to the door, and we drift down toward the doorknob.
We hear a key slide into the door, rattle.
But the lock doesn't turn. The key slides out, back in
again, jiggles. Still won't open the door.
The Man steps away from the door, goes to the kitchen window,
which is heavily barred, and peers inside, right at us.
Can't see anything, it's darker in here than it is out there.
He turns, looks both ways on the street again, then steps up,
onto the window ledge. Now we can only see his legs, can't
tell what he's doing. He's reaching up, stretching for
something. It drops into view with a metallic SCRAPE.
The fire escape.
The Man climbs, his feet disappearing from our field of
vision.
We turn around, facing the other way in the kitchen. We
start back the way we came, through the canyon of boxes in
the kitchen, toward the stairwell.
INT. STAIRWELL - NIGHT
Back in the stairwell, the exact reverse of the shot we saw
earlier. We're drifting up, off the kitchen floor, through
the entry floor, and as we rise we notice something all the
way up on the roof that we couldn't see before, when we were
looking down.
A skylight. We continue to rise, drawn toward it. We move
up, through the master bedroom floor, creeping up alongside
the stair banister, now reaching the top floor of the house,
and just as we near the skylight --
-- a figure appears, visible through it. The Man in dark
clothes, on the roof now. He stops, peers down through the
skylight, looking at us without seeing us again.
He steps across the skylight. This is not the way he intends
to enter. We drift again, following his soft footsteps on
the roof, which we can hear faintly through the ceiling.
Here in the hall, just outside Sarah's bedroom, a closet door
is ajar. We squeeze through the gap and into the closet.
IN THE CLOSET,
it's completely dark. Can't see a thing. But then a sliver
of light appears, coming from above. We look up.
There is a ladder that's bolted to the wall in this closet,
it leads up to a square panel in the ceiling.
Roof access. And that roof access panel is moving, ever so
slightly, moonlight spilling in as it twists in its setting.
A shiny silver something slides through the crack along the
edges of the portal.
It slithers along the edge of the hatchway, searching for
something. It finds a small round nub in the crack. The
silver something stops. It HUMS with electricity for a
moment, then there is a bright spark and a soft CRACK.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
In the master bedroom, a message appears on the alarm panel:
ZONE 19 DISABLED
INT. CLOSET - NIGHT
In the closet, the silver something withdraws and the roof
access panel is removed. A million stars are visible in the
night sky above. But we're inside.
And in a moment, so is this intruder. The Man peers down,
through the open hatchway, then slips through the opening and
climbs silently down the ladder.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
In bed, Meg stirs. An alcohol sleep is a restless one, and
she's suffering.
She sits up groggily, chugs a glass of water. Lies down
again.
INT. FOURTH FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT
One floor up, the Man steps into the hallway and starts for
the stairs, moving quickly and confidently. Knows where he's
going, knows what he wants. He starts down the stairs,
happens to glance to the side as he does so.
He freezes. He's looking in the open doorway of the top
floor bathroom, staring hard at something that clearly
disturbs him.
A nightlight. Plugged into an outlet in the baseboard in the
bathroom. (For the record, it's the Power Puff Girls.) The
Man climbs the stairs again, concerned, goes to the door of
the bathroom. He looks from the nightlight to the
countertop.
There's a moving box on the countertop. His eyes widen.
This is news to him, bad news.
He takes a step back and a breath. He turns, looks to the
end of the hall. His eyes now adjusted to the darkness, he
notices something he didn't see before, something coming from
under the door to the fourth floor bedroom.
Light. From inside. From another nightlight.
INT. SARAH'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
In the top floor bedroom, a nightlight burns in another
outlet. Nearby, Sarah is asleep in bed, the covers kicked
off.
The door to Sarah's bedroom glides open, terribly slowly.
The Man stands in the doorway, staring, aghast, at the
mountain of moving boxes piled in the room. His gaze falls
on Sarah in the bed.
The Man just stares, beside himself. His lips mouth a word,
soundlessly. Doesn't take a lip reader to guess it.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
In the master bedroom, Meg flops over in bed, facing away
from the doorway, really having a rough go of it. She slept
too hard before, now she's awake, her head is killing her,
she's really paying the price of four glasses of wine.
She lies still, on her side, facing us.
Behind her, the bedroom door moves, silently.
Opening.
The Man stands there, one finger still on the door he's just
pushed open. He stares at the sleeping form of Meg on the
bed, whose back is to him. He has no idea she's awake.
Meg lies in bed, eyes wide open, no idea a Man is standing in
the doorway to her bedroom.
Noiselessly, the Man moves away, down the hall. The moment
his head disappears down the stairwell --
-- Meg flops over again, facing the doorway. She closes her
eyes, gives sleep another try.
CUT TO:
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
The Man walks across the kitchen, shaking his head in
exasperation at the packing boxes all around him. He goes to
the front window, peers outside. He reaches for a light
switch on his right.
Through the window, we can see the stoop light go on. Then
off, then on and off again.
Still through the window, we see the side panel door of the
van slide open.
TWO MORE MEN climb out. They are also dressed in dark
clothes. They also carry satchels.
They walks calmly across the street, grow large in the window
as they approach us. The first intruder (who has a name,
it's BURNHAM) steps over to the kitchen door, runs his
silvery strip through the gap. Another HUM and spark.
AN ALARM PANEL
flashes again.
ZONE 1 DISABLED
IN THE KITCHEN,
Burnham opens the kitchen door, letting the two other guys
slip inside. RAOUL is a hulking figure whose back seems to
rise up over the top of his slouching head; when he walks it
looks like gravity does all the work, just pulling him
forward. JUNIOR is much smaller, very high-strung, dresses
like a homey, very street, but can't hide the fact that the
street is Park Avenue.
They all freeze, staring at the moving boxes.
JUNIOR
Fuck.
BURNHAM
I know.
RAOUL
What?
BURNHAM
A woman and a little girl, both
asleep upstairs.
JUNIOR
Fuck!
BURNHAM
Keep your voice down.
JUNIOR
They're not supposed to be here!
BURNHAM
This was your department, Junior.
JUNIOR
They're not supposed to be here!
BURNHAM
That's why the key didn't work, they
changed the locks.
JUNIOR
Fourteen day escrow, man, that's
almost three weeks! They shouldn't
be here for another week! They
don't own this house yet!
BURNHAM
(pause)
Exactly how is fourteen days almost
three weeks?
JUNIOR
Fourteen business days. Escrow is
always business days.
Burnham sighs.
JUNIOR
I mean, right? Isn't it?
BURNHAM
You're an idiot.
Raoul steps forward, shoves Burnham with both hands in the
chest.
RAOUL
Watch your mouth.
JUNIOR
It's okay, Raoul.
BURNHAM
(to Junior)
Who is this guy?
JUNIOR
Raoul is cool. That's all you need
to know.
BURNHAM
This is insane. I'm outta here.
He starts for the door.
JUNIOR
Wait a minute, wait a minute. We
can still handle this.
(to Raoul)
Can we still handle this?
RAOUL
It's just the woman and the kid?
BURNHAM
Unless Daddy comes back later.
JUNIOR
Daddy's not coming back, she's in
the middle of a divorce, it's just
the two of them. We're okay, here.
(to Raoul)
We can do this, right?
RAOUL
You're fuckin' A we can do this.
BURNHAM
Not with me. Not with people.
JUNIOR
Forty-five minutes. That's all you
said you need. That's like nothing.
BURNHAM
She'll call the cops, they'll be
here before I get unpacked.
JUNIOR
So we keep an eye on her. Raoul can
totally administrate that part.
RAOUL
No problem.
BURNHAM
I don't want Raoul to administrate
that part.
JUNIOR
They won't get hurt.
BURNHAM
What about us? What if she has a
gun?
JUNIOR
Raoul, what in God's name do we do
if she has a gun?
Raoul pulls up his sweatshirt, revealing a .38 tucked into
his belt.
BURNHAM
Asshole.
JUNIOR
A guy shows you a gun, Burnham, and
you insult him? Hey, who's the
idiot? Huh?
BURNHAM
Where did you get this clown?
JUNIOR
I met him at the tables, same as
you. And frankly, I'm grateful we
have a little muscle right about
now.
BURNHAM
What tables? I've never seen him
before.
JUNIOR
Different tables.
BURNHAM
(to Raoul)
The fuck did you bring a gun for?
RAOUL
You're welcome.
BURNHAM
Peace out.
He moves for the door. Junior, trying desperately to hold
this together, gets there first, blocks the door with his
back.
JUNIOR
We can't do it without you, Burnham.
Junior starts at Burnham. Raoul stares at Burnham.
JUNIOR
It's still a good plan. It's
just... got a twist.
BURNHAM
Yeah. Kidnapping.
JUNIOR
Not if we keep 'em here. You can't
kidnap somebody in their own house.
It's just breaking and entering,
unless we take 'em someplace. Or
something like that, I'm pretty
sure.
BURNHAM
Pure idiot.
JUNIOR
I am. I'm an idiot's son. An
idiot's grandson. I'm third-
generation idiot. But for once in
my life I had a good idea, and I'm
not giving up so easy. You are?
Are you actually telling me that for
the first time in your life you're
gonna throw your cards on the table
and go home early? I can't believe
my eyes.
(Burnham hesitates)
Fourteen million dollars upstairs,
Burnham. You'll be out of the hole.
Baby, you'll be so far out of the
hole you could draw bricks every
night for the next twenty years and
still shit green.
(Burnham sways)
Come on, Buddy. One more hand.
CUT TO:
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Meg sits up in bed. She's bleary, her head feels like
someone rested a manhole cover on it. She gets up, in the
dark, and staggers off toward the bathroom door, feeling her
way with her arms, her eyes not adjusted to the dark.
She steps through the door.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
She walks into the bathroom and feels around for a light
switch, but can't find it. She blinks, squints, tries to get
her bearings. The only light is a harsh white glow that
comes from along one wall, from a bank of tiny video
monitors.
She finds the light switch, flicks it on, it nearly blinds
her. She's not in the bathroom. She's wandered into the
panic room by mistake.
She turns around, walks out, leaving the lights on behind
her.
We linger for a look at the video screens. If only she'd
done the same, she'd see what we see.
ON THE MONITORS,
we see the three men, still in the kitchen, huddled in a
group, silently debating what to do.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Using the light that spills from the open door to the panic
room, Meg comes back into the master bedroom and finds the
proper door to the bathroom.
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
Meg SNAPS the cap off a jug of Advil and dumps three into her
palm. She pops them in her mouth, searches for a glass for
water, finds none, bends to the spout for a gulp to wash them
down.
She turns to the toilet.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
On the monitor, we see the three men leave the kitchen and
start up the stairs.
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
Meg stands, flushes the toilet.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
One floor down, Burnham, Raoul, and Junior freeze, just
coming up the stairs from the kitchen. They look up, hearing
the water rushing through the pipes in the ceiling directly
above them.
They stare at the ceiling, following with their eyes as a
pair of feet pad across the CREAKY floor. Finally, they hear
a SQUEAK of bedsprings as Meg climbs back into bed.
They hold a moment longer, a silence grows. Raoul reaches
into his jacket pocket and pulls out a ski mask. He pulls it
over his head. They look at him.
RAOUL
(whispers)
No face.
Burnham rolls his eyes. Doesn't know this guy much, but
hates him so far. They start across the foyer toward the
stairs.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Meg rolls over, to go back to sleep. She sees she's left the
lights on in the panic room. She TSKS, gets out of bed, and
walks across the floor toward it.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg steps into the panic room, raises her hand to the light
switch --
-- and stops, her hand frozen in mid-air. She cocks her
head, looking at something she can't understand.
She blinks. Takes a step, further into the room. She stares
at the video monitors -- at the three men in dark clothes,
stealing silently across the foyer.
This can't be. These are just pictures, they have no
relation to reality. She drops to her knees, her face inches
from the screens, and reaches out to touch them, as if trying
to make sure they're really there.
INT. STAIRWELL - NIGHT
They reach the base of the stairs, Junior in the lead. As he
reaches a bend at the base of the stairs, he places one foot
short on an angled step and it slips off. He trips, falls
forward.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Watching the video monitors, Meg stares in horror as the
image of Junior slipping is verified by the SLAP of his hands
on the stairs as he catches himself, audible through the open
door to the panic room.
She GASPS. It is real.
INT. STAIRWELL - NIGHT
In the living room, Burnham's eyes are wide as saucers,
staring at Junior as he turns and pulls himself to his feet.
Junior points at Raoul, speaks in an urgent whisper.
JUNIOR
Top floor, get the little girl and
keep her there. I'll bring the
woman up. Gimme.
He holds out his hand for the gun and Raoul gives it to him.
JUNIOR
(points to Burnham)
Stay here. Nobody gets past you.
He heads for the stairs. Raoul follows close behind him.
Burnham stays, reluctant -- what the fuck has he gotten
himself into?
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg moves. Leaps to her feet and dashes out of the room.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Meg races across her bedroom, flies out the door, and bolts
up the carpeted stairs, headed for the top floor.
INT. SARAH'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Meg races into Sarah's room, drops onto the bed, and grabs
Sarah by the shoulders, trying to rouse her.
MEG
Wake up... wake up...
But she's in a profound child's sleep and won't wake up.
INT. THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT
One floor down, Junior and Raoul reach the third floor
landing. Still moving stealthily, Junior heads down the hall
for the master bedroom, where he thinks Meg is sleeping.
Raoul heads for the stairs that lead to the top floor.
INT. SARAH'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Meg is desperate, still can't wake Sarah.
MEG
Wake up...come on, come on...
She sees a plastic cup on her night table/box, half filled
with water. She snatches it and tosses the water in her
face.
Now she's awake. And pissed off. She SPUTTERS, SHOUTS.
SARAH
WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!
INT. THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT
Raoul, at the base of the stairs that lead to the top floor,
hears the kid shouting. He starts up the stairs, quickly.
INT. SARAH'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
On the top floor, Meg is already dragging Sarah out of the
room and into the hallway.
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
Meg and Sarah come out of Sarah's bedroom just as Raoul
reaches the top of the stairs at the other end. They're cut
off.
Meg freezes, staring at the hulking ski-masked figure at the
end of the hallway. She thinks, no idea what to do for a
second. She looks frantically to her right -- the bathroom,
dead end.
She looks to her left.
The elevator.
She yanks open the elevator door, throws aside the gate, and
races inside with Sarah.
Raoul takes off down the hall, lunging for the elevator.
INT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT
Meg SLAMS the gate shut and PUNCHES the button for the first
floor. The elevator GROANS to life and starts down --
slowly.
Sarah looks up at her, terrified.
SARAH
What's going on?!
MEG
People. In the house.
As the elevator descends, they see Raoul, through the window
in the door, as he drops to his knees, to get a good look at
them.
INT. TOP FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT
Raoul turns from the elevator, SHOUTS to the open stairwell.
RAOUL
IN THE ELEVATOR! BOTH OF 'EM HEADED
TOWARD YOU!
INT. THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT
Junior turns from the open doorway of the master bedroom and
races back down the hall, toward the elevator. He reaches
the door, peers through the window.
He sees the bare feet of Meg and Sarah, dropping toward him.
He grabs the door handle, pulls as hard as he can, but it
stays locked, with the elevator moving beyond.
He bangs on the button, hoping the elevator will stop. As
Meg and Sarah drop fully into view, he stands there, eye to
moving eye with her for a moment. But the elevator doesn't
stop, it keeps going down.
INT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT
Meg stands frozen, terrified, staring at Junior as they move
past him.
Junior has another go at the door, pulling as hard as he can,
actually bending the door, but the elevator is still moving,
the catch holds fast and the door won't open.
As they pass, his face suddenly disappears, he takes off.
INT. STAIRWELL - NIGHT
Junior flies down the stairs, to cut them off at the first
floor.
INT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT
MEG
He's going down.
SARAH
That room!
MEG
What?!
SARAH
PANIC ROOM!
Meg thinks, then punches the button for three, to go back up.
But the elevator continues down. She jabs at it, futilely.
SARAH
No. you gotta...
She reaches past her, pushes the STOP button. The elevator
jerks to a halt. Then Sarah pushes three. Now the elevator
starts to rise.
Meg looks at her, impressed. Love that kid.
INT. ENTRY FLOOR - NIGHT
In the foyer, Junior freezes, hearing the elevator stop and
start again.
JUNIOR
SHE'S COMING BACK UP TOWARD YOU!!
He takes off up the stairs again. Burnham can't take it
anymore, he takes off after Junior, following him upstairs.
INT. FOURTH FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT
Raoul, still on the top floor, heads for the stairs, fast.
INT. STAIRWELL - NIGHT
Junior races back up the stairs. They have her caught in the
middle.
INT. THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT
The door to the elevator BANGS open on three, the gate
RATTLES aside, and Meg and Sarah leap out. They take off
down the hall, toward the doorway to the master bedroom.
Raoul flies down the stairs, not twenty feet behind them.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Meg and Sarah run through the master bedroom. As she passes
the night table, Sarah swings an open hand to grab her cell
phone from its cradle. But in her haste she starts to pull
it out at an angle and the prongs at the bottom stick in the
charger. The phone slips from her fingers, bounces off the
corner of the table, caroms off her foot, and skitters under
the bed.
Sarah turns, looks to the head of the stairs just as Junior
turns the corner and Raoul thunders down the steps from four.
She abandons the phone, grabs Sarah, and they lunge through
the open doorway to the panic room.
Junior and Raoul burst through the doorway to the bedroom,
just a few steps away.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg and Sarah trip over each other coming through the
doorway, they tumble to the floor of the panic room, the door
wide open behind them. Meg spins around, hurls herself at
the red button on the wall --
-- Junior leaps, sailing through the air toward them --
-- Meg SLAMS her open palm on the red button, the massive
coiled spring that holds the metal door open is released, the
steel barrier leaps forward out of the wall --
-- and WHANGS shut in a split-second.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Junior SLAMS into the closing metal door, banging his
shoulder into it, and slithers to the ground, too late.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg rolls over and pulls Sarah into her arms, both of them
breathing hard, asking each other if they're okay, scared out
of their minds.
But safe.
She spots the telephone, the one with the special buried
phone line. She lunges for it, snatches it from its cradle,
listens for a dial tone.
Nothing there either.
MEG
Damn it!
SARAH
It doesn't work?!
MEG
Different phone line, I never hooked
it up!
She hurls it down, looks back at Sarah. She seems a bit
pale, scared. She goes to her, holds her, reassures her.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Junior is slumped at the base of the door, livid, in pain,
pounding on it with his fists, screaming "NO!" over and over
again, crazy with rage.
Raoul stands in the middle of the room, chest heaving, hands
on his knees.
Burnham finally walks into the room and stops in the doorway,
looks from Raoul to Junior to the door to the panic room,
figures out the situation.
BURNHAM
Tell me... tell me they're not in
there...
We rise up, above them, above the room, looking down on them,
the rats-in-a-maze shot.
We rise up further still, above where the ceiling ought to
be, to look down on this room and the one beside it, the room
behind the four inches of reinforced steel, the panic room in
which Meg and Sarah kneel in the middle of the floor, holding
each other tight.
Standoff.
CUT TO:
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Very close on the metal door, from inside the panic room. An
ear moves slowly into frame, presses against the cold steel.
Listens.
Meg pulls away from the door, shaking her head.
MEG
Can't hear a thing.
SARAH
What do they want?
MEG
I don't know. Rob us. I don't
know.
She sits back against a wall, looks around, at the tiny room.
She's trying not to show how freaked out she is.
SARAH
What do we do?
MEG
Wait.
SARAH
What if they get in here?
MEG
They can't. They can't get in here.
No. They can't.
SARAH
I heard you.
MEG
Feel okay?
SARAH
Yeah.
MEG
Shaky?
SARAH
Nope.
MEG
Chills?
SARAH
Huh uh.
She checks her wristwatch, for some reason.
SARAH
Don't worry about me.
The implications being, worry about yourself.
Sarah crawls over to the bank of video monitors, studies
them. Meg crawls over to join her. They scan the screens.
ON THE MONITORS,
there are a dozen different views of the house. Front stoop.
Kitchen. Dining room. Entry floor. Living room. Master
bedroom. Den. Top floor bedrooms, both of them. Top two
floor hallways. Even one with a shot of the inside of the
elevator.
The three intruders are gathered in the living room, standing
in a tight circle, having a hell of an argument. Lots of
gesturing, fingers jabbing in chests, but we can't hear a
word.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Meg furrows her brow, noticing something interesting to the
right of the video monitors. She slides over, studies a
panel there with sixteen different buttons and a small
grilled area.
MEG
Hey...
Sarah joins her, looks at the buttons. Each one is labeled
with a different room name -- den, kitchen, master bedroom,
etc. Up in the corner there is a button that says "ALL
PAGE," down in the opposite corner there's a button marked
"TALK."
Meg looks at Sarah.
SARAH
Go ahead.
Meg is reluctant, frightened. Sarah is encouraging, for the
first time.
SARAH
You can do it.
Meg leans forward, clears her throat.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Burnham, Raoul, and Junior are standing in the half-darkened
living room, in the middle of their argument, when a VOICE
booms around them.
MEG (O.S.)
Excuse me.
They practically jump out of their shoes, looking around for
the source of the voice.
MEG (O.S.)
The police are on their way.
Only Burnham has remained relatively calm. After he gets
over the initial shock, he walks toward the tiny camera
that's hidden in an upper corner of the living room wall and
stares up at it. Raoul, who has taken off his ski mask, is
careful to move out of the camera's range, and turn his back
to it.
MEG
I suggest you leave.
ON THE MONITORS,
Burnham looks up at the camera and shakes his head, wagging a
finger from side to side. He raises a hand, makes a gesture
like a telephone, then wags his finger again. The message is
clear -- you don't have a phone.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Meg is puzzled.
MEG
How'd he know that?
She presses the talk button again.
MEG
(into speaker)
Take what you want and get out.
That sounded fairly tough. She looks at the monitor again.
ON THE MONITORS,
the three of them have an urgent, whispered conference, then
they all start patting their pockets for some reason, turning
in circles, looking for something.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Meg and Sarah watch them, confused.
ON THE MONITORS,
Burnham holds up a finger to the camera -- wait a second --
while Raoul and Junior rush off screen, looking for
something. Junior returns a moment later holding something
and the three of them hunch over a box, working on something.
After a moment, they break apart and Junior steps up to the
camera holding a pad of paper. He shows it to the camera.
On the top page, in big block letters, they've written.
WHAT WE WANT
After a suitable pause for reading, he turns to the second
page, where four more words are written.
IS IN THAT ROOM.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Sarah GASPS, Meg sits back.
MEG
"What we want is in that room."
SARAH
They're coming in here, aren't they?
MEG
No, I told you, they can't. It's
not a possibility.
Angry, she sits forward and jabs the talk button.
MEG
(into speaker)
What do you know about this room?
ON THE MONITORS,
there is more frenzied writing, more arguing, and a first
draft of a response torn up. Finally, Junior steps forward
with another sign:
MORE THAN YOU.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Meg's confidence is ebbing, but she doesn't want to show it.
She hits the talk button again.
MEG
(into speaker)
We're not coming out. We're not
letting you in. Get out of my
house.
(clicks off)
SARAH
Say fuck.
MEG
(into speaker)
Fuck.
SARAH
"Get the fuck out of my house."
MEG
(into speaker)
Get the fuck out of my house!
She clicks off again, looks to Sarah for approval, and gets
it, sort of, in Sarah's half-smile. But Sarah's eyes go back
to the screen.
SARAH
Answer.
Meg follows Sarah's eyes back to the screen, where another
message is being held up for them.
ON THE MONITORS,
the notepad says:
WE WILL LET YOU GO.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Meg and Sarah speak at the same time.
MEG
Oh, please.
SARAH
Give me a break.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
In the living room, her voice booms from the speaker.
MEG (O.S.)
Conversation's over.
With an audible CLICK, she signs off. Burnham, Raoul, and
Junior stand arrayed beneath the camera, staring up at it,
dumbfounded.
BURNHAM
Got her right where you want her,
Junior.
JUNIOR
Shut up.
BURNHAM
When you said you'd let 'em go I
thought she'd come running right out
for sure.
JUNIOR
Shut up and let me think.
He opens a pack of cigarettes, takes out a joint and lights
it.
BURNHAM
I'm afraid to let you think, Junior.
Things get worse when you think.
(sniffs)
Oh, that's gonna help.
JUNIOR
(holding in a hit)
Okay, fuckball, you think. What are
we gonna do?
RAOUL
What if she called the cops?
BURNHAM
She didn't.
JUNIOR
She said she did.
BURNHAM
She lied. Cops woulda been here by
now if she called 'em. Besides,
Junior cut the phones.
Burnham goes to the window and stares outside. He laughs,
covers his face.
RAOUL
What the fuck is funny about this?
BURNHAM
God.
RAOUL
There is not one thing funny here.
BURNHAM
Who else but God could think this
shit up? I spend ten years building
those fucking rooms to keep people
out, now I gotta figure out how to
get in. God, man, He just loves the
irony.
JUNIOR
Yes. Yes, it's all terrible ironic
and amusing. You fuck. Now how are
you gonna get us into that room?
BURNHAM
Can't. Whole point. Can't get in
the room.
RAOUL
So what the fuck are we supposed to
do?!
BURNHAM
Make her come out. And when she
does, that's when we gotta be
careful. She can't get out of this
house. She can't even think she can
get out of this house. We just keep
them here and keep them quiet for
forty-five minutes. And I don't
want
(Raoul)
Joe Pesci here standing over them
with his fat sweaty finger on the
trigger. That's a sure way for us
to end up with two dead bodies and
little puffs of smoke burning out of
our heads up in Greenhaven. So
we're gonna seal the place up. They
wanna hole up in here? Fine, we'll
help 'em. Make it impossible for
them to leave. Once they come out
of that room.
JUNIOR
And why exactly would they want to
come out?
At the window, Burnham notices something sitting just outside
the French doors, on the balcony. It's a large outdoor
barbecue grill. He thinks, takes a step closer.
He sees a white five gallon tank of some kind underneath the
grill.
BURNHAM
Workin' on it.
CUT TO:
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
In the panic room, Meg is sitting cross-legged on the floor,
leaning against a wall, but Sarah is in motion, sorting
through shelves, opening drawers. Every drawer has something
in it, sealed under plastic. She opens and closes, sorts and
lifts finds the following:
Waterproof matches and lighters.
Flashlights.
Unopened packages of batteries.
Sealed water bags stamped "PURE FIVE YEARS FROM DATE."
Tinned food.
Flares.
Pillows, fireproof blankets (we know because the bags are
stamped FIREPROOF BLANKET).
A complete tool kit.
As Sarah explores, she discovers something in the far wall at
the end of the room, down on the floor at eye level.
It's a small round portal, about eight inches across, with a
four-pronged cloverlike seal. The portal is closed tight, as
Sarah pokes and scrapes at it idly with a finger or two, it
resists her attempts to crank it open.
Meg notices.
MEG
Hey. Relax, okay?
But Sarah keeps at it, feels along the edges of the portal,
then all along the wall, looking for some kind of hidden
switch that controls it.
MEG
I mean it, lie down. You get your
adrenaline up and you know what's
gonna happen.
Sarah stops, looks at her mother, who is pale and wan,
huddled in the corner.
SARAH
Are you freaking out?
MEG
Little bit. Yeah.
Sarah looks around the room.
SARAH
Small space?
MEG
(nods, fast)
Don't though.
(talk about it, that is)
Sarah looks at her, thinks. It's not an unfamiliar
situation, her needing to comfort her mother.
SARAH
Why did the chicken cross the road?
MEG
What am I, a five year old?
SARAH
Why did the chicken cross the road?
MEG
I don't know, why?
SARAH
To prove he wasn't chicken.
Meg tries to push a smile across her face, but it's
immediately dashes as she looks back at the video screens.
Her eyes show alarm, staring at the kitchen.
MEG
What the hell are they doing?
CUT TO:
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
The contents of one of the satchels is dumped out over the
kitchen counter, every kind of tool imaginable, many that are
unfamiliar to us. They sort through the pile, choosing
things.
INT. KITCHEN FLOOR - REAR DOORS - NIGHT
At the French doors that lead to the garden, Burnham has a
cordless screwdriver and a pile of long screws in his hand.
He reaches up, drills a screw through the door, into the
corner of the door frame. He does the same at the bottom of
the door.
He unlocks the doorknob, tries it. The screws hold the door
fast. He moves on, to the next door.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
In the panic room, Meg stares at the video screens, eyes
wide, terrified. She watches them. Can't take her eyes off
them.
MEG
(barely audible)
... locking us in...
INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT
In the library, in the front of the house, Raoul screws shut
a window, driving the long screws into its frame. He looks
out at the street, at two CLUBGOERS walking home.
He pulls the drape.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg's hands are over her mouth, she's trembling, shaking her
head from side to side. This can't be happening.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
In the kitchen, Junior goes to the wall phone Meg used to
call for pizza earlier. He cuts the phone wire with a
knife.
He stands there, staring at the phone, wiping the sweat from
his palms on his pants. Not satisfied, he pulls the phone
itself out of the wall, cuts the cord for the handset too.
CUT TO:
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg pushes herself back into the corner of the panic room,
horrified. Sweat has broken out on her forehead, her whole
body seems to vibrate. Sarah comes over, leans in front of
her.
SARAH
Mom?
But Sarah's voice is hollow, seems far away.
SARAH
Are you okay?
Meg looks at her. As she watches, Sarah floats away from
her. In fact, the entire room is floating away from her,
elongating.
And narrowing. Meg looks to the sides, and the walls don't
just seem like they're pushing in on her, they are pushing in
on her.
Meg opens her mouth, screams, but no sound comes out.
Sarah stands up and bends over her, but now she's just a
figure far away, all the way at the end of a long, impossibly
narrow hall.
SARAH
(barely heard)
MOM?! MOM!!
Meg crawls out, into the middle of that hallway, to get away
from the wall, but they both continue moving in on her.
MEG
Not here... not here... someplace
else... someplace else...
Her eyes roll back into her head, we see just the whites, and
she loses her balance, falling over onto her back.
We fall with her, move in tight on her face, and the dark
hallway carpet beneath it turns to green, all green, grassy
green. She sits up, looks around, and we realize she is in
fact somewhere else, she's --
EXT. GREAT LAWN - DAY
-- in the middle of the Great Lawn, in Central Park. She
stands, turns in a circle, she's completely alone on the
great green grassy plain in the middle of a beautiful spring
day, tall buildings sparkling in the distance.
Meg stretches her arms out, smiles, but far off in the
distance, she hears a voice calling to her, dimly:
SARAH (O.S.)
Mom?! Mom!!
Meg ignores the voice, she's so happy to be out here, out in
the open, in the beautiful wide open, she could stay here
forever, she spins around, throws her head back, but there's
that voice again, insistent:
SARAH (O.S.)
Mom, please!!
There is the sharp sound of a SLAP, and Meg's face abruptly
jerks to the side. She touches her cheek, confused, as a hot
red handprint rises up on it.
What the hell was that?
BAM!
Now the perfect spring day is shattered suddenly by a
deafening CRUNCH. The smile vanishes from Meg's face, she
turns. Where did that come from?
BAM! Another one, even louder. Meg's whole body winces at
the sound.
BAM! A third one, and on this one Meg falls to her knees,
covering her ears, walls spring up around her, right there on
the Great Lawn, we rush in on her, the walls close in, and
she's right back --
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
-- in the panic room, where she always was, and that pounding
is real, it's right outside the door, it's like somebody's
trying to smash their way right through the wall.
Sarah is right over Meg, holding her by the arms, and that
handprint on Meg's face is real, Sarah must have slapped her
to try to bring her out of it.
SARAH
THEY'RE COMING IN! THEY'RE COMING
IN!
Meg looks to the wall, watches it seem to vibrate as another
deafening BANG crunches into it from outside.
BAM! BAM! BAM! The sound is deafening. Sarah throws both
hands over her ears. Meg looks around, still disoriented.
SARAH
YOU CAN'T DO THAT! YOU CAN'T FREAK
OUT LIKE THAT! YOU HAVE TO STAY
HERE WITH ME!
MEG
I am. I'm here.
SARAH
YOU HAVE TO!
MEG
I'm here. I'm here.
They huddle there, terrified. Meg blinks, wipes the sweat
from her forehead, begins to come back around. She turns her
head, sneaks a look at the funny wristwatch Sarah wears,
tries to look without her daughter knowing. It's not an
ordinary watch, it only has one number, a tall, flashing
digital display:
120
Meg nods, as if reassuring herself.
MEG
We're fine. We're okay.
She turns, looks at the video monitors to see what the hell
they're doing out there.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
BAM!
In the master bedroom, a claw hammer CRUNCHES into the
sheetrock on the outer wall of the panic room.
The intruders are in the master bedroom now, and Burnham is
like a man possessed, tearing at the sheetrock with the sharp
end of the tool while Junior shines a flashlight into the
hole.
As the sheetrock tears away, we see the skeleton of the wall
behind it. There's a latticework of two by four studs, and
beyond those the dull shine of the wall's metal core.
But that's not what he's after. He continues tearing,
reveals an air duct running through the wall, feeding into
the panic room through a welded hole in the steel. Burnham
tears away with the hammer, exposing a short section of the
duct.
CLANG! The claw hammer drops into an opened toolbox.
Burnham drops to his knees, rips open another tool case.
This one has a sophisticated looking power drill in it, along
with a couple dozen specialized bits. He selects one, twists
it into the drill.
At the wall, Burnham puts drill to metal and hits the switch.
A horrendous METAL SCREECH fills the air and the drill bit
tears into the duct, opening up a jagged hole about the size
of a quarter.
Raoul hurries through the doorway of the bedroom, carrying a
coiled garden hose. Burnham snaps his fingers for it, Raoul
tosses it to him, holding one end, and the hose uncoils in
the air as it snakes across the room.
Burnham shoves the end of the garden hose into the hole he's
just drilled in the air duct.
RIP! He tears off a length of duct tape and seals the
connection, makes it airtight.
SLIT! Using a large hunting knife, Raoul hacks a ten foot
section of the garden hose off the coil.
He stretches it out, across the room, to the white five
gallon tank we saw before, which is now sitting on the floor
up here. We move in close as Burnham snugs the cut end of
the garden hose over a spigot at the top of the tank. Red
block letters are easy to read on the side of the tank.
PROPANE
CAUTION - FLAMMABLE
Along with a number of other dire warnings.
Burnham raises his hand to the knob, hesitates, doesn't
really want to do this, but doesn't stop himself either.
He spins it open. Halfway.
JUNIOR
Open it.
BURNHAM
I did.
RAOUL
He said open it.
BURNHAM
Just sending a message. She'll get
the point.
Gas HISSES through the spigot and into the hose. We follow
along the length of the hose, across the floor of the room,
through the hole in the sheetrock, into the hole that's been
drilled in the air duct --
INSIDE THE WALL
-- through the wall itself, where we see the horizontal lines
of an air vent up ahead. We squeeze between two of the
horizontal lines --
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
-- and come out in the panic room. Three red streamers, tied
to the air vent, flap to life as the gas HISSES into the
panic room.
Directly underneath the vent, Meg is hunched up against the
wall, her arm around Sarah.
She sniffs.
Again.
Sarah sniffs.
They look at each other.
She looks up. Sees the streamers floating above her.
She leaps to her feet, steps up onto a shelf, and stretches
her nose toward the streamers. Just as she does --
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Near the tank, Raoul shoves Burnham out of the way.
RAOUL
We ain't playin', here.
He cranks the valve handle of the grill open all the way.
The gas pours into the hose with an audible WHOOSH.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg, at the vent, falls back, two lungfuls of propane, and
drops to her knees on the floor.
SARAH
What, what, what is it?!
MEG
On the floor! Get on the floor!
Now Sarah coughs. The gas is pouring into the room.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Raoul is standing guard over the tank, to make sure no one
messes with the valve.
BURNHAM
Look, don't be stupid...
Junior has his head pressed against the door to the panic
room, trying to hear any sounds from within.
JUNIOR
Be quiet.
BURNHAM
We're trying to scare them, not kill
them!
JUNIOR
They're coughing.
BURNHAM
They're gonna die in there!
JUNIOR
Nobody is gonna die, man, will you
please have the balls to follow
through with a good idea? Think
about it, what would you do if you
were them, stay in there and choke
to death, or come out?! Huh? We're
just getting them to come out for
forty-five minutes, forty-five
fucking minutes! The worst that's
gonna happen is they pass out, we
drag 'em out here into the fresh
air, and they'll be fine.
BURNHAM
Junior, you gigantic idiot, how are
we supposed to get into the room if
they pass out?
Pause. Junior turns to Raoul.
JUNIOR
Cut it back a little bit.
RAOUL
No fucking way.
JUNIOR
He's right, we can't get into the
room if they're dead!
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg and Sarah are down on the floor, rags covering their
mouths, trying like crazy to filter the air, but it's not
working. Sarah is crawling around the base of the wall, near
to where she was before, clawing at the strange portal thing
again.
Finally, she finds a small metal handle, folded back into the
clover-leaf seal on the portal. She unfolds it, twists it.
The portal cranks open, revealing it to be at the end of a
tube, about a foot long, an emergency ventilation source
directly through to the exterior of the house. She bends
down and looks through it. It's covered by a metal mesh at
the opposite end, but she can see and smell the outside
through it.
She sits up, gestures to her mother to bend down next to her.
She does, and they both jam their mouths up near the end of
the tube, gulping fresh air greedily.
Meg looks at Sarah, good job, and they both drop to the floor
at the portal and suck air. It's temporary, but it works.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
In the master bedroom, the debate has turned physical.
Burnham lunges across the room at Raoul, to get his hands on
the valve, to turn off the gas. But Raoul catches him and
hurls him aside.
Burnham SLAMS into the wall, bounces off and SCREAMS at
Raoul, who SCREAMS right back. Junior leaps into the middle,
trying to break it up, to get them to shut up, keep their
voices down.
It's bedlam.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
In the panic room, Meg knows this can't go on forever. She
turns away from the portal, looks up at the vent, where the
streamers still stream.
She looks to the other side of the room, to where Sarah found
the waterproof matches and lighters.
She thinks. Takes a deep lungful of fresh air from the tube
and crawls over to the lighters. She selects one, snatches
up a screwdriver.
Sarah looks at her, has a vague idea of what she's thinking,
but can't believe it. She shakes her head vehemently.
In response, Meg picks up two or three of the fireproof
blankets and piles them over Sarah, right up to her
disbelieving eyes. She bends down, takes another gulp of
air. but she's getting woozy. This can't go on much longer.
She staggers across the room, hoists herself back up onto the
shelf she stood on before, and gets right up next to the
vent. Holding her breath to avoid breathing the toxic gas,
she unscrews the vent cover.
The duct is wide enough to put your arm in. She reaches in,
past a bundle of multicolored wires that run down through the
wall. She reaches all the way in, lighter in hand.
INSIDE THE DUCT,
we see her hand crawl in, lighter clenched between her
fingers. She raises a thumb to the flint wheel, cranks it
once.
Too slow. Not even a spark.
Her hand shakes. She tries again. Still no spark. But with
the effort and the angle, when she thumbs the lighter it
makes her hand twitch, banging up against the sides of the
duct with a hollow BOOM.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Burnham turns abruptly.
He turns around. They all freeze, listening. He hears it
again. The hollow BOOM, coming from inside the wall. Now a
third time.
He walks forward, slowly, toward the wall.
BOOM.
He moves closer, gets right up next to the wall. He leans
into the wall, putting his ear right up next to the air duct.
This close, he hears the sound in more detail, realizes it's
two sounds.
SCRATCH. BOOM.
He arches an eyebrow.
INSIDE THE DUCT,
Meg's hand is trembling, tiring. She tries again, thumbs the
flint wheel. It SCRATCHES as it rolls, her hand twitches,
BOOMS against the side of the duct.
Still, the gas HISSES through.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Meg's face is turning color, she's running out of air. Her
feet tremble on the shelf, she's about to lose her footing.
INSIDE THE DUCT,
she tries again. SCRATCH. BOOM.
IN THE BEDROOM,
Burnham's eyes suddenly pop wide as he identifies the sound.
BURNHAM
Oh.
He tears himself away from the wall --
INSIDE THE DUCT,
-- Meg's thumb tenses for one good hard turn --
IN THE BEDROOM,
-- Burnham leaps through the air, hurling himself toward the
propane tank --
INSIDE THE DUCT,
-- Meg cranks the wheel, a spark sparks, a flame flames, and
a hot blue cloud shoots out in two directions, one toward the
panic room, the other toward the bedroom.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Meg jumps off the shelf, throwing herself as far away from
the vent as she can, her arm engulfed by licking blue flame.
She drops to the floor of the room, covering her daughter's
body just as the entire ceiling of the panic room turns into
a lake of fire with a deafening WHOOMP. The fluorescent
light tubes EXPLODE, showering glass everywhere.
IN THE BEDROOM,
the blue flame shoots out of the wall, into the hose, through
the hose, backing up toward the tank.
Burnham CRUNCHES to the floor next to the tank, knocking the
other end of the hose away from the spigot just as the blue
flame erupts from the end of the hose.
The flame engulfs his entire body, his hair starts on fire,
his chest, his arms. Raoul lunges forward, Junior tears the
blankets from the bed and throws them over him, Burnham HOWLS
and rolls on the floor in pain.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
the blue cloud on the ceiling suddenly evaporates with
another angry WHOOMP, leaving a few little pockets of flame
that Meg extinguishes by swatting with a blanket. Only one
of the fluorescent lights is left intact; it casts a
flickering, uneven light on the room.
She stands in the middle of the still-smoky panic room,
breathing hard. She shouts, SCREAMS incomprehensibly, making
no sense whatsoever.
She stops, noticing the look Sarah is giving her. Wide-eyed
admiring, frightened, you are an insane woman.
Meg looks to herself. Her arm is signed, the hair burned
off. The sleeve of her T-shirt is burned back to the
shoulder. Her face is sooty, blackened.
Meg GRUNTS, half frightened by herself.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Out in the bedroom, it's worse for Burnham, who has lost most
of his hair and shirt. But his skin isn't badly burned,
which is something, I guess.
Still, he's in a rage. He POUNDS the metal door of the panic
room.
BURNHAM
I'M COMING IN THERE, BITCH, I AM
COMING IN THERE! I AM COMING IN
THERE!
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg whirls, goes to the door herself, SCREAMS right back. We
can hardly make out a word she's saying, but it sounds
threatening.
Suddenly, she stops, hearing something else. Outside the
door, Burnham continues to rant, but there's a second sound,
a sound coming from the long wall of the panic room, the wall
that's shared with the brownstone next door.
It's a faint -- very faint -- POUNDING sound, along with a
high pitched, complaining voice, so faint it can hardly be
heard. Sarah hears it too.
SARAH
Neighbor!
Meg and Sarah leap as one, facing the common wall, SHOUTING
at the tops of their lungs -- get help, call the police,
please, call the police, that sort of thing.
They shout and shout, but the soft pounding continues, and if
their voices are as soft on the other side as the COMPLAINING
VOICE is on this side, they have no hope.
Their voices crack and they begin to cough, too irritated by
the gas to shout for very long. Long after they stop, the
soft POUNDING from next door continues.
Their pleas are not heard.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
The Intruders have stopped their racket too, and are
listening carefully at the common wall. Eventually, the soft
POUNDING stops, the complaining voice complains no more.
Burnham stands there, in pain. Things are falling apart.
Raoul stands in the doorway, silhouetted by the hallway
light. He draws himself up to his full, bulky height. He's
big.
RAOUL
(to Junior)
We're gonna talk. Downstairs.
Junior nods and starts out. Raoul lets him pass, but when
Burnham tries to follow him, Raoul puts a big hand on his
chest stopping him.
RAOUL
You stay. Make sure she don't come
out.
Burnham swallows. But stays.
Raoul turns, follows Junior downstairs. As he descends, he
looks up, making eye contact with Burnham. And holding it.
Something on his mind, that's for sure.
CUT TO:
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
THUNK. Meg's head falls back against a wall; she sags to the
floor, legs folded in front of her, completely drained.
But Sarah's not drained, Sarah's full of nervous ingenuity,
rustling around through the stuff in the panic room, an idea
forming in her head. She finds a powerful-looking flashlight
and loads it up with batteries. She tries it, flashing
around the room.
Halogen bulb, very powerful, hurts her mother's eyes as she
flashes it past. Meg watches her. What's she up to?
Sarah lays on the floor in front of the ventilation tube she
discovered earlier. She squints through it.
THROUGH THE TUBE,
she can see out of the house, into the courtyard behind the
brownstone.
About thirty yards away she can see the backs of the
brownstones on the next block, and directly across (because
the tube doesn't leave much room for lateral vision) she can
see straight into somebody's bedroom.
There's a light on. A SLEEPING MAN is in bed, an open book
on his chest.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Sarah sits back.
She grabs the flashlight, looks for a little button on the
top, the kind you can flick the flashlight on and off with.
Shining it on the wall of the panic room, she flashes it at a
wall, three times, on and off. Satisfied, she turns back to
the tube.
Meg, curious, crawls across the floor to join her. Sarah
shoves the flashlight all the way into the tube, leaving
enough room on either side of it for them to see through.
Meg lays down flat, squints into the tube, Sarah alongside
her. She looks at her daughter, curious -- your plan?
Sarah reaches into the tube, finds the little flash button on
the top of the flashlight.
THROUGH THE TUBE,
the piercing halogen beam begins to flash, across the
courtyard and into the bedroom of the Man in the bedroom.
The light flashes on the wall over his bed.
The flashes are in a rhythm. Short. Short. Short. Long.
Long. Long. Short. Short. Short.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Meg turns to Sarah, impressed.
MEG
Morse code?
SARAH
(nods)
Dot dot dot, dash dash dash, dot dot
dot.
MEG
Where'd you learn S.O.S.?
SARAH
"Titanic."
THROUGH THE TUBE,
the flashes continue -- dot dot dot, dash dash dash, dot dot
dot. But the Man continues to sleep, the light on the wall
behind him has no effect.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Sarah is frustrated. She adjusts the flashlight.
THROUGH THE TUBE,
the beam of light lowers jerkily from the wall until it is
shining directly into the Sleeping Man's eyes.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Sarah strains to keep the light in that perfect spot. She's
starting to sweat. Meg leans over, sneaks a peek at the
watch Sarah wears on her left wrist. The readout:
114
THROUGH THE TUBE,
the Sleeping Man stirs. Opens his eyes. Winces from the
light, which is flashing directly in his eyes.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
MEG
Got him!
SARAH
Come on, come on...
THROUGH THE TUBE,
the Sleeping Man sits up. Raises a hand, trying to block the
light, which keeps flashing on him.
He gets up, out of bed. He comes to the window.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
MEG
Yes, yes, yes, yes...
Sarah keeps it up, flashing faster.
THROUGH THE TUBE,
they see the Man come all the way to his window. He leans
against it, cups his hands so he can see better. The flashes
continue, right on top of him now.
Clearly, the Man is reading the flashes! He takes a steps
back from the window --
-- gives them the finger --
-- and angrily yanks shut his drapes.
A moment later, the light goes out and the room is black.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Meg and Sarah drop their heads to the carpet, defeated.
Sarah rolls over, knocks the flashlight away, stares up at
the ceiling.
Meg puts a hand in her hair. It was a good idea.
SARAH
We're never getting out of here.
MEG
Shhh...
She looks at the wristwatch again.
103
She's concerned.
CUT TO:
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Burnham is concerned as well. He's still in the master
bedroom, but barely, he's standing in the doorway, straining
like hell to hear a conversation that Junior and Raoul are
having in the foyer, one floor one.
They're trying to keep their voices down, but stray words
float up through the open stairwell -- words like "him" and
"warning" and "dangerous."
Burnham chews a fingernail. If only he could get closer. He
throws a look back at the door to the panic room. He looks
back out the bedroom door. Listening.
INT. FOYER - NIGHT
Junior and Raoul are huddled together in the foyer. They're
keeping their voices low, but their conversation is heated.
JUNIOR
We're not gonna do anything about
him, he's fine.
RAOUL
If you think I'm gonna let my half
of the fourteen million bucks slip
away because of --
JUNIOR
"Half?" What did you, take a nap in
math class? Three people, three
shares, one third. Four point six
six six repeating.
RAOUL
I'm just saying, the man is a
problem. And he's your problem.
Wasn't me idea to bring him along.
JUNIOR
That's right, Raoul, it wasn't your
idea, none of this was your idea, it
was mine, it's my family we're
ripping off, it's my prick
grandfather who built that fucking
room, it was my idea to get the
plans, I found the floor safe, and
it was my idea to ask a guy who
builds these rooms to help break
into one! Me, me, me, I, I, I, at
no point did I say "you" or Raoul,"
got it?
RAOUL
He puts his hands on me again I'll
bury a slug in his ear.
JUNIOR
No, you will not, because without
Burnham there's no way in hell we're
gonna get into that safe, so as far
as I'm concerned he can paint your
ass blue and run it up a flagpole
and you won't lay a finger on him,
you understand me?
RAOUL
Don't take no tone of voice with me,
Homes.
JUNIOR
What is this shit you're talking all
of a sudden? You're a bus driver,
"Homes," you live in Flatbush, so
please don't start spouting some
Elmore Leonard shit you just heard
because I saw that movie too,
ON THE VIDEO MONITORS,
Junior and Raoul are visible, still arguing in the foyer.
On the next monitor over, Burnham is visible, standing in the
master bedroom doorway, listening.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Meg is watching the monitors, thinking. She notices
something, sits forward abruptly, looking at the monitor that
covers the master bedroom. She squeezes right up close,
staring at the screen.
ON THE MONITOR,
we peer closely at the box next to her bed, the one she was
using for a night table. On top of the box, she sees the
charger for her cellular phone, sitting empty.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Meg sits back, eyes alive with an idea. If only she could
get to that phone, which must be still under the bed. She
looks back at the monitors, at Burnham lingering in the
doorway to the room.
MEG
Damn.
She turns away from the monitors, to check on Sarah, who's
settled into a corner of the room, looking pale.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
In the bedroom, Burnham is desperate. The argument
downstairs is entering round two, and he's got to hear what
they're saying.
He takes a few steps out of the bedroom --
INT. THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT
-- and comes into the hallway. He leans over the stairwell.
Where he's standing, he is directly under the camera that
covers the hallway --
ON THE MONITORS,
-- and can't be seen on the monitor that covers the hallway.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Meg turns back from Sarah, to look at the monitors again.
She see Burnham is no longer in the bedroom. And doesn't
appear to be in the hallway, either.
MEG
Oh yes, yes...
She looks at another monitor.
ON THE MONITOR,
she sees Junior and Raoul in the foyer.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Meg sits back. That leaves Burnham unaccounted for.
MEG
... the hell is he?
IN THE HALLWAY,
Burnham is still lingering under the camera.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Sarah has come forward to the monitors as well.
SARAH
Do it.
MEG
Yeah, but where's the third guy?
SARAH
Not in the bedroom. Do it!
Meg goes to the door, raises a hand to the green "open"
button. Hesitates.
IN THE MASTER BEDROOM,
we see Burnham, lurking in the hallway, just about six feet
from the door to the panic room. Don't open that door!
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Meg wipes sweat from her palm.
MEG
If it looks like I can't get back,
just close the door.
SARAH
No.
MEG
Close it!
Sarah nods, looks back to the button.
IN THE HALLWAY,
a shouted CURSE rises up from downstairs. Burnham takes a
step toward the stairs.
ON THE MONITORS,
he suddenly appears, in the hallway.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Sarah sees it.
SARAH
WAIT!
Meg freezes. She looks at the monitor, wide-eyed. Close
one.
IN THE HALLWAY,
Burnham can't take it anymore.
BURNHAM
Oh, hell...
He turns and takes off down the stairs.
ON THE MONITORS,
Burnham flies down the stairs and appears in the foyer, next
to Junior and Raoul.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Meg and Sarah see all three men accounted for, downstairs.
SARAH
GO GO GO!
Meg leaps up, runs to the door, and punches the green button.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
The door begins to crank open, Meg slips through the gap
sideways before it's even all the way open. She darts across
the room --
-- slides to the floor next to the bed --
-- and flattens herself, reaching underneath it to get the
phone. Damn, that phone slid far, it's right in the middle,
wouldn't you know it.
IN THE FOYER,
the three men hear her footsteps, as one, they take off for
the stairs.
IN THE MASTER BEDROOM,
Meg continues to stretch, her fingers inches from the phone.
ON THE STAIRWELL,
feet race up toward her --
IN THE MASTER BEDROOM,
Meg's fingernails paw the phone, pull it closer to her. She
grabs it, stands --
IN THE HALLWAY,
the three men come off the stairs and race toward her, they
see her as she lunges across, toward the panic room, she
hurls herself through the door --
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
-- and Sarah SMACKS the red button. The steel door closes
with a deafening WHANG.
Safe.
IN THE ENTRYWAY,
the echo of the metallic WHANG reverberates through the
house.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
In the panic room, Meg punches 9-1-1 on her cell phone with
trembling fingers.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
The big empty charger cradle is in the foreground when the
three men burst into the room. Burnham stops in the middle
of the floor, turns in a frantic circle.
BURNHAM
What'd she get, what'd she get,
what'd she get...
His eyes fall on the empty charger.
BURNHAM
Cell phone.
JUNIOR
Shit!
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg raises the cell phone to her ear --
-- and gets a rapid busy signal.
MEG
Oh, no. No, no, no no no no no...
She looks at the phone. It's showing just one signal bar,
and even that one is flashing on and off.
MEG
Oh come on, come on, come on...
She walks around the room, raises the phone high and low,
trying crazily to find a signal.
But can't.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
In the bedroom, Burnham stands just outside the door,
fingertips lightly resting on it, the ghost of a smile on his
face.
BURNHAM
(softly)
I don't think we'll be talking on
our cell phone from in there...
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Inside the room, Meg doesn't seem upset. Rather, she's
staring at the cell phone in her hand, thinking. Remembering
something.
MEG
Wires...
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
At the same moment, Burnham is having the same thought. He's
still at the door, fingertips still resting there.
BURNHAM
Phone...
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
MEG
... wires.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Burnham looks down, at the baseboard below. What is he
looking at?
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg steps up, onto the shelf she climbed earlier, and comes
up next to the vent.
SARAH
What are you doing?
MEG
I saw something, I saw...
In the vent, alongside the duct, she sees the bundle of
multicolored wires she saw earlier.
MEG
... phone wires!
She jumps down off the shelf, goes to the tools, starts
searching for something.
MEG
I may not have hooked up the phone
in here, but I hooked up the main
line, and there's a jack at the base
of this wall outside, I saw it!
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Yes, that is correct, there is in fact a jack in the base of
the wall outside the door to the panic room.
Burnham bends down into frame, studying it, thinking the same
thing she is. He clears his throat.
BURNHAM
Say, while we're on the subject of
phones...
He turns, looks up at Junior.
BURNHAM
When I said cut the line, did you
cut the main line at the junction
box in the basement like I said, and
which I repeated, or did you just
cut the cord on the phone in the
kitchen?
Pause. Swallow.
JUNIOR
I, uh, I...
Shit.
JUNIOR
... hit a little snag finding the
one in the basement.
Shit.
Pause. Then, as if a starting gun has been fired, Burnham
leaps to his feet and races out of the bedroom.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
That same starting gun has been fired in the panic room.
With a strong RIP, Meg pulls the whole bundle of multi
colored wires out of the wall and drops onto the floor with
it. She trusts it at Sarah, finds a wire cutter in the
assorted tools, and gives her that too.
MEG
Strip 'em, expose the ends, try blue
first, blue is phones!
SARAH
Blue is phones?
MEG
Yes, no, I don't know, do 'em all!
While Sarah goes to work on the wires, Meg turns to the phone
itself, the one with the buried phone line that isn't working
yet. She rips the phone out of its housing, tears free the
wire on the end of it.
INT. ENTRY FLOOR - NIGHT
Burnham flies down the stairs from the third floor, races
across the foyer, flies down the stairs to the kitchen floor.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Burnham races across the kitchen floor, whips open a door and
heads down another, narrow, darkened stairway.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg and Sarah are like animals, clawing and tearing at the
ends of their respective phone cables, foregoing tools and
stripping the wires with fingers and teeth, it's faster.
With the phone receiver cradled on her shoulder, Meg starts
twisting the ends of wires onto the exposed ends of the wires
from the phone unit. First wire -- nothing. She tries a
second wire.
INT. MECHANICAL ROOM - NIGHT
Burnham SLAMS open the door to a dark room, pulls the string
on a bare bulb. Burned out.
BURNHAM
God damn it!
Without light, he can't see a thing. He SMACKS the bulb, it
swings wildly, SMASHES on the cement wall. He turns and
races out of the room.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg tries another wire. Still no dial tone. Sarah shoves
another wire at her. She tries again. Nothing. She moves
on.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Burnham slides to his knees, snatches a flashlight from his
duffel, leaps up and takes off again.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Another wire. Nothing. Another wire. DIAL TONE!
Meg SHRIEKS and punches 911.
INT. STAIRWELL - NIGHT
Burnham flies down the stairs, flashlight beam bouncing
crazily in front of him.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
The phone is ringing. An operator picks up.
OPERATOR
911 emergency --
MEG
I'm at 26 West --
OPERATOR
-- please hold.
It's a mechanical voice, which gives over to MUZAK.
MEG
NO!
INT. MECHANICAL ROOM - NIGHT
Burnham BANGS through the door again, starts searching the
darkened mechanical room, shining harsh light around its
dingy walls.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
MUZAK continues to play.
MEG
Damn it!
No more time to hold. Meg hangs up the phone, dials another
number, a seven digit one she knows by heart.
SARAH
Call Dad!
MEG
On it!
INT. MECHANICAL ROOM - NIGHT
In the mechanical room, the bouncing flashlight beam falls on
a metal cabinet across the way. Burnham runs to it, flings
it open. Circuit breakers. SLAMS it shut.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg listens as a phone rings on the other end. And rings.
And rings again.
This is torture.
INT. MECHANICAL ROOM - NIGHT
Burnham turns, sees another, smaller metal box, this one
clearly labeled:
PHONES
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
On the other end of the phone, a husky MALE VOICE answers;
clearly he's been awakened.
VOICE
Hello?
MEG
Listen to me! There are three --
INT. MECHANICAL ROOM - NIGHT
With a subhuman ROAR of anger, Burnham rips the entire phone
panel off the wall with his bare hands.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
With an abrupt SHRIEK, the line goes dead. Meg pauses, can't
believe it.
MEG
Hello? Don't... are...
She looks up, see Sarah looking at her, her eyebrows arches,
her face all hope. Meg keeps her cool, but it take a hell of
an effort.
Sarah reads her face. She turns away.
She hangs up the phone.
Sarah goes to a corner of the room, faces away from her.
Meg doesn't know what to say.
MEG
He'll do something.
SARAH
Uh uh.
MEG
He'll know we're in trouble. He
heard me, I said "There are
three..."
SARAH
He won't even know who it was.
MEG
What would you think, in the middle
of the night? I mean, three what,
three bears? He'll call the police.
SARAH
Stop it.
MEG
He's just across the park, this is
why we got places so close to each
other, in case we needed each other,
we're still a family, he'll help
us...
SARAH
He --
MEG
He WILL.
She practically shouted. Sarah drop her head into her arms.
MEG
I'm sorry.
SARAH
I'm sorry.
MEG
Why?
SARAH
I was trying not to tell you...
MEG
What?
SARAH
I'm dizzy and thirsty.
Meg blanches. This is very bad news.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Tired, Burnham drags himself back up the stairs and into the
doorway of the master bedroom. Raoul and Junior stand there,
staring at him.
Long pause.
JUNIOR
She's never coming out.
BURNHAM
Hey.
JUNIOR
And we're never getting in.
BURNHAM
Do me a favor and don't talk.
JUNIOR
Jesus, what was I thinking?
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg has torn open one of the water packets and is trying to
get Sarah to drink, but the little girl has gone completely
pale and seems to have lost some of the strength in her neck,
she's having trouble holding her head up. Most of the water
runs down her chin.
MEG
Come on, come on... stay with me...
you gotta drink...
She takes Sarah's hand, checks her wristwatch thing. The
readout is now
82
She swallows. She grabs Sarah by the face.
MEG
Okay, listen, honey, you went double
digit here, you must have been
shooting out adrenaline like crazy,
we gotta bring your blood sugar back
up, okay? Can you hear me?
SARAH
I'm dizzy, not deaf.
MEG
Hey, she's still a smart ass,
excellent sign. Did you see any
sugar in here? Any candy bars,
anything sweet?
SARAH
Huh uh.
MEG
Okay, you just gotta calm yourself
down, that's all, just stay calm and
your adrenaline will go back to
normal and you'll be fine.
SARAH
What if I keep dropping?
MEG
Not an option.
SARAH
What if I do?
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
In the bedroom, Junior has had enough.
JUNIOR
We're leaving.
RAOUL
The hell we are.
BURNHAM
Hey man, after all we went through I
am not walking out when we're this
close.
JUNIOR
Close? Are you insane? We're
nowhere near close! Fuck this, I'll
make an anonymous phone call on
Monday, they'll find the floor safe,
and I'll inherit the shit. Little
piece of it, anyway, it's better
than nothing.
BURNHAM
What about us?
Junior thinks, then pulls out his wallet. He thrusts a
fistful of bills at them.
JUNIOR
Here. For your time.
They both just stare at him.
JUNIOR
Five hundred bucks here.
Neither one of them moves to take it. Junior shurgs, drops
it on the floor.
JUNIOR
Suit yourself.
RAOUL
Nobody leaves.
JUNIOR
Observe.
He heads for the door, expecting Raoul to block him, but as
he draws close --
-- Raoul just steps out of the way. Junior passes through
and heads for the stairs.
BURNHAM
We're not leaving. I'm getting in
that room, and I'm opening that
safe.
JUNIOR
Lookin' doubtful there, Big Guy, but
ten out of ten for attitude.
And he disappears, down the stairs, Burnham still pleading
with him.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg rifles the foodstuffs that are stored in the room.
Sarah, in the corner, is starting to tremble.
SARAH
What if I spazz out?
MEG
(forced calm)
No biggie, we've been through it a
dozen times, I just jab you with the
Glucogen.
Pause. She keeps looking.
SARAH
Where is the Glucogen?
MEG
Oh, you know, it's uh... it's in the
little fridge in your room.
SARAH
(pause)
I'm sorry, Mom.
MEG
Hey, quit apologizing, you're
starting to sound like Grandma.
You're not gonna have an attack.
Okay?
SARAH
Okay.
She lays back, oddly passive, her lips changing color. She
stares at the monitors.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Junior strides into the living room, purposefully. He tosses
some tools into his duffel bag and heads for the stairs down
to the kitchen. Burnham is behind him.
BURNHAM
Would you wait? Would you please
just wait a minute?
But Junior heads down. Burnham follows. Raoul is just
coming down from upstairs.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Junior reaches the door of the kitchen, tries to open it,
realizes it's screwed shut. He takes out a screwdriver and
starts unscrewing the screws. Burnham stops at the stairway.
BURNHAM
You walk out that door and you lose
your share of the money.
JUNIOR
Yeah, whatever.
BURNHAM
I mean it!
JUNIOR
Adios.
He gets the last screw out, throws open the door, and BLAST
of wind gusts in, it's a blustery night out there, he takes a
step into the doorway --
-- and with a quiet PFFFT from right behind Burnham, a bullet
whizzes across the kitchen and hits Junior in the back of the
head. He crumples, right in the open kitchen doorway.
Burnham SHOUTS incoherently and turns. Raoul is standing
there, two steps up, a silencer twisted onto the barrel of
his gun.
RAOUL
Nobody leaves.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Sarah is staring at the video monitors, eyes wide. She
raises one trembling finger, points at the kitchen monitor,
tries to mouth the words, can't.
Meg looks up.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Burnham is freaking out, but trying to stay calm.
BURNHAM
Oh God... oh, my God...
Raoul walks past him calmly, grabs Junior by the ankles, and
drags him back into the house. He turns, looks at Burnham,
whose jaw is dropped in horror.
RAOUL
You should see the look on your
face.
BURNHAM
The fuck did you do that for?!
RAOUL
Fuckin' asshole, thinks he knows me.
Drives his German car up to 125th
Street a couple of times, buys a few
rounds, thinks he's a tough guy,
thinks he knows me.
(to the corpse)
You don't know one thing about me!
While Burnham stares down at the body in shock and Raoul
stares at Burnham, his back to the outside, a small, thin
VOICE comes from the still-open doorway.
VOICE
What the h --
They turn. A man, fiftyish, stands there in hastily thrown
on clothes, staring down at the dead body in mute shock.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg, watching the monitors with Sarah, GASPS as she sees the
man, whose name is HARRIS. While she and Sarah watch --
ON THE MONITORS,
-- they see the silent image of Harris, set upon by Raoul,
who grabs him roughly and drags him inside. Burnham hurries
to the door --
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
-- and SLAMS it shut. He puts his back to it, thinking,
terrified, things are spinning out of control, fast.
Raoul, in the middle of the kitchen floor, is venting some
more of his rage on Harris, whom he has hurled to the floor.
He lands a solid boot in the side of Harris's head, leaving
him GROANING in pain, completely disoriented.
Harris rolls groggily into the spreading pool of blood coming
from underneath Junior.
BURNHAM
Stop it! Stop it!
RAOUL
(turning on him)
Who's the clown now? Huh?! Who's
the fucking clown now?!
He pulls his gun, shoves it into Burnham's eye, hard, we can
hear the faint SIZZLE of skin burning.
BURNHAM
Me. I am.
RAOUL
That's right.
BURNHAM
Burning me. It's burning my eye.
RAOUL
I have the gun.
BURNHAM
Yes.
RAOUL
Remember that.
BURNHAM
Please...
Raoul pulls the gun back, just an inch. The skin around
Burnham's eye is an angry red. His eyes dart, strain to look
over at Harris, MOANING on the floor. And at Junior, dead.
BURNHAM
What? What do you want me to do?
RAOUL
What do you think? Get us into that
room.
BURNHAM
I can't.
Raoul pushes the gun barrel back into Burnham's eye socket.
RAOUL
You can. You're full of ideas. You
just need to squeeze one out.
BURNHAM
I can't...
RAOUL
You got till the count of three.
Then you end up like him.
He tilts his head over to Junior, whose brains are spreading
out on the kitchen floor.
RAOUL
One. Squeeze.
BURNHAM
This is ridiculous...
RAOUL
Two. Squeeze harder.
BURNHAM
I can't just...
RAOUL
Th --
BURNHAM
Okay, okay! Okay.
RAOUL
You got an idea?
BURNHAM
Yeah. Yeah, I got an idea. I gotta
check something.
Raoul GRUNTS, satisfied. Pulls the gun back. Burnham slides
away, shaking. He bends down, to the floor. He looks at
Harris's left hand. At his index finger.
He sees a white strip of skin, where Harris wore his wedding
ring, until recently.
CUT TO:
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Harris, still semi-conscious, is hurled against the metal
door of the panic room. He collapses at its base. Burnham,
bends down next to him.
BURNHAM
Okay, look. I know you can hear me.
Your wife and kid are in there.
You're gonna get 'em to come out.
Or --
He looks up at Raoul, hulking overhead, gun in hand.
BURNHAM
Or I can't stop what he's gonna do.
Do you understand?
Harris, regaining some semblance of consciousness, nods
feebly.
BURNHAM
Good.
Burnham stands up, turns to the video camera, and SHOUTS.
BURNHAM
OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR!
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Sarah and Meg see the horrifying sight on the video monitors.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Burnham SHOUTS at the door to the room.
BURNHAM
OPEN UP!
ON THE MONITORS,
they see Burnham, standing over Harris; they faintly hear him
call to them to open the door.
And then they hear another VOICE, calling back to them.
Sarah sits up, recognizes her father's voice.
SARAH (O.S.)
DADDY!
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Harris is SHOUTING against the closed door.
HARRIS
DON'T DO IT! NO MATTER WHAT
HAPPENS, DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!
DON'T O --
He's silenced by a vicious kick to the ribs. Raoul begins to
beat him.
Burnham stands by, powerless, horrifies, watching as Raoul
savages Harris, who continues to call out, as long as he has
strength, telling Meg not to open the door, no matter what.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg and Sarah SHOUT in horror, she covers her daughter's
face, turn her away from the screen, SCREAMS in incoherent
anger of her own.
But she doesn't open the door.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Burnham SHOUTS at Raoul, pleading.
BURNHAM
STOP IT, MAN, STOP IT, THAT'S HIS
KID IN THERE, HIS KID IS WATCHING
THIS!!
But Raoul whips the gun up, into Burnham's throat, backing
him off, shutting him up.
He resumes his pounding of Harris.
Burnham turns, looks up at the camera in the corner of the
room.
He can't stand it anymore. He whips off his jacket, runs to
the camera, and covers the lens.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
While Meg watches, the monitor that cover the master bedroom
abruptly goes black, mercifully sparing them the sight of
Harris's beating.
She holds Sarah, who's sobbing, shaking.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Harris finally lapses into unconsciousness. Raoul stands
over him, chest heaving.
Burnham stand in the doorway, neither in nor out of the room,
a silhouette, head hung.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Meg tries desperately to see something on the bedroom
monitor, but it's hopeless, it's covered. On the hallway
monitor, she can just see shadows, as two men in the bedroom
lift a third off the floor and carry him across the room.
A sudden BEEPING sound tears her attention away. Still
holding Sarah, she pulls her back, off her shoulder. Her
face is completely white, her lips blue, her eyes rolled back
into her head. The BEEPING sound grows louder, she checks
Sarah's wristwatch, the reading is dire:
57
Meg GASPS, horrifies.
MEG
Oh God, oh my God...
Sarah begins to convulse, she bucks right out of Meg's arms
and falls back onto the floor of the panic room. Meg clears
everything away from her, tries to make room for her.
The convulsion worsens. Meg searches through the piles of
supplies, comes up with a plastic-handled screwdriver. She
opens Sarah's jaws, wedges the plastic handle between her
teeth.
She helps Sarah ride out the convulsion. Finally, her eyes
roll back into her head, she slowly re-orients herself.
Sarah reaches over, turns off her still-BEEPING
wristwatch/monitor herself.
Sarah sighs, a shuddering sigh of relief, but she is nowhere
near normal.
Her skin has passed through white and is turning a sallow
yellow color. She moves her lips, Meg can't hear her, she
bends down:
SARAH
You gotta jab me, Mommy...
Meg turns, looks back at the monitors. What she sees is good
news --
ON THE MONITORS,
the jacket has been removed from the bedroom camera. Burnham
and Raoul are gone, the only person there is HARRIS, who lies
slumped on the far side of the bed.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Meg looks quickly over at the monitor for the living room.
ON THAT MONITOR,
she sees Burnham and Raoul having an urgent conversation,
Burnham sitting in a chair, Raoul pacing in front of him,
ranting.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Meg's face lights up, she practically laughs, she's so
overjoyed at this turn of events.
She turns, looks back at Sarah, who is starting to tremble
again.
That does it. Meg leaps up, hits the button that controls
the steel door, and it starts to crank open, almost
impossibly slowly.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Meg steps out of the panic room, into the master bedroom.
She looks at Harris, on the bed. With his back to her she
can't even tell if he's alive or dead, but first things must
be first, so she turns and races out of the room.
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
Meg flies up the stairs, bare feet on padded carpet.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
In the living room, Raoul looks up, hearing the pitter-pat of
her feet on the stairs above.
He smiles and pulls his ski mask back on, to cover his face.
Coming around behind him, we see Burnham sitting in the
chair. Except it isn't Burnham at all, it's Harris,
unconscious, wearing Burnham's shirt.
And if Harris is the person in the chair, that means --
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
-- the person on the bed in the bedroom is Burnham, wearing
Harris's shirt. His eyes pop open, he sits up, sees the wide
open door to the panic room.
INT. SARAH'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Meg races into Sarah's bedroom and tears open the door of a
mini-fridge. Inside are dozens of little bottles of insulin
and something called Glucogen.
She grabs a bottle of Glucogen and a black leather pouch and
takes off.
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
As Meg nears the bottom of the stairs, she sees a horrifying
sight. It's Raoul, ski mask over his face, standing in the
doorway of the master bedroom.
She SCREAMS, he SLAMS the door, she takes off down the hall,
reaches the end, throws the door open --
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
-- and races into the master bedroom, where Raoul is
motoring, fast, headed for the panic room, where she can
already see Burnham, standing in the middle of the open
doorway, in front of Sarah, wearing Harris's shirt and a grim
"tricked you" expression.
Meg hurls herself at Raoul, lands clinging to his back. She
claws and wrestles with him, gets one hand on his ski mask,
tears it from his head. He reaches up to try to stop her
from pulling it off --
-- his gun slips from his fingers, falls to the floor --
-- and caroms off his boot, spinning across the floor away
from them.
Raoul flips her off his back violently, she CRUNCHES to the
floor, clutching his mask and getting a good long look at his
face. He makes a move toward his gun, but she's faster,
she's already pawing herself frantically across the hardwood
toward it.
Raoul measures the distance, knows he'll lose, and sprints
for the panic room instead. Meg turns, looks down at the
medicine in her hands, then at the door to the panic room,
where Raoul is right now reaching up to push the button that
controls the steel door.
She makes a fast decision and lunges, hurling the plastic
bottle of Glucogen and the black leather pouch through the
gap just before --
-- the spring-loaded steel door SLAMS shut with tremendous
ferocity.
And then it's silent. Meg WAILS in agony, POUNDS on the
door.
She stands back, chest heaving, sobbing.
A looooong moment goes by.
Finally, a VOICE comes over the house's intercom system.
RAOUL (O.S.)
(calmly)
If you leave the house, we'll kill
her.
Meg sobs.
RAOUL (O.S.)
If I see a uniform in the house,
we'll kill her.
MEG
Oh... oh...
RAOUL (O.S.)
You understand?
ON THE MONITORS,
Meg looks up at the camera in the master bedroom. She nods,
terrified.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Burnham pushes past Raoul, at the speaker button, and leans
forward. He's approaching exhaustion.
BURNHAM
(into speaker)
I just... I just need forty-five
minutes.
Raoul stands behind him, muttering to himself.
RAOUL
Saw my face, man. Saw my face.
ON THE MONITORS,
we see Meg's face, agonized, as she lunges toward the camera,
SCREAMING something up at it, the same thing, over and over.
But in here her voice is nearly muted, what bleeds through
the walls isn't enough to be heard.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Raoul looks at her image on the monitor, irritated.
RAOUL
Shut up.
IN THE MASTER BEDROOM,
we abruptly hear her voice, full-throated.
MEG
(shouting into the camera)
-- cine, she needs the MEDICINE!
GIVE HER THE --
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Sarah shivers in a corner, knees pulled up to her chest,
staring at the intruders, scared out of her wits, and looking
very, very sick.
Burnham looks at her, musters the most reassuring face he can
come up with under the circumstances.
BURNHAM
It's gonna be cool, kid. Be outta
here before you know it.
No response from Sarah. Burnham cocks a head, really looking
at her.
BURNHAM
Are you okay?
RAOUL
Hurry up, for Christ's sake!
Burnham turns, grabs his satchel, and drops to his knees in
the middle of the floor. Over his shoulder, we can see the
face of Meg on one of the monitors, shouting into the camera,
begging them to give Sarah her medicine.
Using his hand, Burnham measures six lengths in from the
wall, then digs his fingernails into the weave of the carpet,
looking for a seam.
He finds one, gets hold of it on one edge, and runs his other
hand along the seam till he finds a place where it seems to
turn a corner. He stands, hovering over the carpet, and
pulls back evenly with both hands.
The concealed carpet flap pulls back neatly, with the soft
sound of tearing VELCRO. Underneath the flap --
-- is the smooth metal door of a floor safe.
Burnham unsnaps his satchel and gives it a shove. It rolls
out and opens up onto the floor, revealing a neat array of
safecracking tools.
He begins his delicate work, but is suddenly jarred by a
POUNDING on the metal door. He turns, annoyed. Meg is still
SCREAMING outside the door.
BURNHAM
The hell does she want?
RAOUL
I don't know, she keeps screamin'
the same thing over and over.
Burnham turns, looks at the monitors.
ON THE MONITORS,
Meg is staring up at the camera, miming the act of giving
herself an injection in the arm.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Raoul laughs.
RAOUL
Drugs. She wants drugs. What the
fuck?
But Burnham thinks. His eyes fall on the bottle and the
leather pouch she hurled through the door, then whip over to
Sarah, who sags over into a fetal position on the floor. Her
lips are moving.
BURNHAM
Oh, man...
He crawls over to Sarah, puts his ear down next to Sarah's
lips.
BURNHAM
What is it?
Sarah tries to summon enough strength to speak, but her
breath comes hard.
SARAH
I need...
BURNHAM
Yeah?
SARAH
... 'jection...
BURNHAM
An injection?
Sarah nods. Burnham points to the pouch and the Glucogen, on
the floor nearby.
BURNHAM
That stuff?
Sarah nods again.
BURNHAM
Can you do it yourself?
Sarah shakes her head no.
BURNHAM
Well, I don't know how.
Sarah looks at him, eyes pleading. Raoul stands behind
Burnham.
RAOUL
I don't fucking believe this.
(to Sarah)
You gotta wait.
Sarah just looks at Burnham. Please.
BURNHAM
Yeah, just like a half hour, maybe a
little more, and your mom'll give it
to you. You can wait a half hour,
can't you?
RAOUL
Yeah. She can. She's fine, she's
just like, tired, she's gotta rest.
You rest, Kid. Half an hour.
Sarah looks terrified, shaking her head no.
RAOUL
Come on.
He starts to pull Burnham away, but Burnham shakes his hand
off, violently. He bends down very close to Sarah's lips.
BURNHAM
Tell me the truth, okay? What's
gonna happen if you don't get this?
Sarah swallows, licks her cracking lips. When she speaks,
it's breathy, almost inaudible.
But the words are clear.
SARAH
Coma. Die.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Seen from overhead, Meg paces in the master bedroom, out of
her mind with worry, no idea how to communicate to the people
in the room the desperate situation.
Suddenly, a VOICE comes over the intercom speaker.
BURNHAM (O.S.)
I understand. I'll give her the
shot.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
A HAND comes down into frame and picks up the Glucogen and
the leather pouch. Burnham stands, looking down at them.
Raoul grabs him, pulls him to the far end of the room.
RAOUL
You're wasting your fucking time,
man, you're wasting my time. You
don't know how to do this, and the
longer we stay in here, the more
likely she's gonna lose it and call
the cops!
BURNHAM
Are you gonna open the safe?
Raoul looks at him.
BURNHAM
Then shut up and get out of my way.
As Burnham crosses the room, Raoul makes eye contact with
Sarah, who is staring at him.
RAOUL
Don't look at me.
ACROSS THE ROOM,
Burnham drops to his knees next to Sarah and unzips the
pouch.
BURNHAM
Okay, kid, all I know about this is
what I've seen on TV, you gotta talk
me through it.
Sarah tries to form words, but she's too weak. Burnham
swallows.
BURNHAM
Okay. No talking. No problem. TV
don't lie, right?
He reaches into the pouch, take out a syringe, a sterile pad,
and a length of rubber tubing. He takes Sarah's arm,
stretches it out, exposing the underside of her forearm.
BURNHAM
You seem like a good kid. Your
mom... only saw her for a second,
but, woah. Beautiful, huh?
No answer. Burnham ties the rubber tubing around Sarah's
arm, pulls it tight.
BURNHAM
Hey, nod or something, show me
you're still alive, will ya?
Sarah nods.
BURNHAM
Attagirl. That too tight?
Sarah shakes her head no. Burnham takes the syringe, starts
to fill it from the Glucogen bottle.
BURNHAM
You guys are pretty rich, huh?
Sarah shrugs. While Burnham goes through the process of
finding an exposed vein and giving the injection itself, he
goes on, as much to comfort Sarah as to comfort himself:
BURNHAM
Yeah, you don't think about that
stuff. Good for you.
He looks at her, sees her looking at him. Thinking about
him.
BURNHAM
I know, I know. I really screwed
the pooch this time. I never did
anything like this before. Break
into somebody's house? Not even
close. Bad cards, Kid. I swear to
God, I been on the wrong end of
maybe six straight years of bad
cards. House. Car. Wife.
(snaps his fingers --
gone)
Those are some seriously bad cards.
And still, every time I pick up a
fresh hand I swear to God, the rush
comes so hot and prickly I feel it
right down to my toes because this
time, this one time, it might be
there, this time it might be that
hand, that perfect hand, that
monster hand.
(shakes his head)
And you thought you were sick.
The shot successfully given, he pulls Sarah's sleeve back
down.
BURNHAM
Feel better?
Sarah nods, and she seems better already. Burnham helps her
to sit up, to lean against the wall.
BURNHAM
Woulda been a hell of a dad.
CUT TO:
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
A VOICE comes over the intercom in the master bedroom. It's
Raoul.
RAOUL (O.S.)
She's okay. Now sit down and wait.
He CLICKS off.
Meg is hugely relieved. And extremely pissed off. She goes
to the corner of the room and picks up the gun, the one that
Raoul dropped.
She heads downstairs.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Sparks fly as Burnham goes to work on the floor safe with a
small, specialized drill.
Raoul bends down next to him.
RAOUL
Congratulations. You saved her life
for ten minutes.
Burnham looks up at him -- what? But Raoul turns and walks
away.
Burnham goes back to work.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Meg is in the living room, with Harris, who is still slouched
in the chair. He's in awful shape, barely conscious.
Out of the silence, a sudden, deafening sound.
The DOORBELL.
Her eyes go wide. She darts a look over to the door (the one
that leads to the stoop, not the bloody kitchen door
downstairs), then back at Harris.
HARRIS
Police.
MEG
(gasps)
You called the police?
He nods.
HARRIS
You... scared...
Shit. This is exactly what she prayed for him to do, now
it's the worst thing that could happen.
She stands, thinking, desperate. She walks toward the door,
stops, thinks some more.
The doorbell RINGS again.
She comes up with a plan. She goes back to where Harris is
in the chair, pulls the chair back a few feet, out of view of
the door. She puts the gun in his lap, puts his hand over it
to steady it.
She leans down, WHISPERS to him.
MEG
Don't. Say. A word.
He nods.
Meg takes a breath, walks across the foyer, tousling her hair
as she goes.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Raoul is staring at the monitors, aghast.
RAOUL
Holy shit... holy shit...
Burnham races over, looks over his shoulder. One monitor
covers the front stoop, and on that monitor they can clearly
see TWO UNIFORMED COPS.
RAOUL
She's fuckin' crazy, she killed the
kid! She just killed her own kid!
BURNHAM
It's not her fault, it's not her
fault, the guy must have called
them. Look, look, look, she's
telling us.
He points to another monitor, the one in the foyer, where Meg
is looking up at the camera, miming to them -- don't worry,
I'll take care of this.
BURNHAM
She's gonna handle it.
RAOUL
She better.
INT. ENTRY FLOOR - NIGHT
Meg's shaking hand rises up to the doorknob and pulls open
the big front door. On the stoop, the two Cops turn to look
at her. She acts as if she's just been awakened. She looks
it, too, still in T-shirt and boxer shorts. The wind is
gusty and cold outside.
MEG
Yeah?
COP 1
Everything okay?
MEG
Huh?
COP 2
Are you all right?
MEG
What are you guys -- what time is
it?
COP 1
'Bout four o'clock.
MEG
I don't get it.
COP 2
We got a call...
Cop 1 looks at him. Cop 2 stops talking.
MEG
Somebody called you?
COP 1
Can we come in?
MEG
What do you want?
COP 1
We'd like to come in.
MEG
No, you can't come in.
COP 2
Are you okay?
MEG
I'm fine.
COP 1
Can we come in?
MEG
Stop asking me that. I'm fine. Who
called you?
COP 1
You don't look so good.
MEG
You wake me out of a sound sleep at
four in the morning and then tell me
I look like hell? Of course I look
like hell, you don't look so hot
yourself, Jack. I'm freezing here,
thank you for checking, can I go?
Cop 1 studies her, notices the burned sleeve of her T-shirt,
the black smudges still on her face.
COP 1
Your husband says you said "There
are three..." right before you got
cut off.
MEG
Oh, that phone call...
Cop 1 takes a step forward and lowers his voice to just above
a whisper, unconsciously making her lean forward in order to
hear him.
COP 1
Ma'am, if there's something you want
to say to us right now that maybe
you can't say to us right now, maybe
you just want to make a signal, by
blinking a few times, something like
that.
She just looks at him. Wow, this guy's intuitive. She is
sorely tempted. But she can't.
COP 1
That's something you could do.
Safely.
She thinks, thinks --
-- and burst out laughing.
MEG
Man, you are good! You mean, like,
if somebody was in the house or
something? That's great, they
really train you guys these days,
don't they?
Cop 1 looks at her, not sure if he believes her or not.
MEG
No. I'm fine. Cross my heart.
Cop 2 turns to go, but Cop 1 lingers.
COP 1
May I ask what the rest of that
sentence was going to be?
MEG
(stalling)
Huh?
COP 1
The sentence that started "There are
three." What was the rest?
Pause. She stares at him.
MEG
Okay, look. My husband and I just
broke up. It's my first night in
the new house, and I was feeling a
little lonely and a little drunk.
The sentence, if you insist on
knowing, was going to be "There are
three things I'll do for you if you
come over right now and get in bed
with me."
Cop 2 stifles a laugh.
MEG
But thank God I came to my senses
before I said all that and hung up
instead, so nobody would ever know
what I was thinking, unless, of
course, two policemen showed up in
the middle of the night to
interrogate me about it.
That was good. Cop 1 is embarrassed. Cop 2 thinks it's
funny.
COP 2
You want her to show you which three
things, Rick, or should we just go?
Cop 1 looks at Meg, a long look, he holds it for one last
moment, trying to read her mind.
ON THE MONITORS,
we see the video image of the Cops as they turn and head away
down the front steps. Meg closes the doors, looks up into a
camera, right at us.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Burnham and Raoul breathe a sigh of relief.
Burnham goes back to work on the safe. He's making progress.
Raoul looks at Sarah. Stares actually. He's thinking too.
Bad thoughts. He moves over, crouches down next to Burnham.
RAOUL
She saw my face. The kid too.
Sarah overhears that. She raises her head, alarmed. Burnham
turns, looks over at her, and she just gets her head back
down in time. Burnham and Raoul close themselves off, for a
private conversation.
Sarah edges closer. She overhears a fragment.
BURNHAM
That's your problem.
RAOUL
That's their problem.
Sarah is terrified. Doesn't know what to do. She looks to
her immediate left, sees the intercom panel. She edges
closer.
BURNHAM
Let me fucking finish this so we can
get out of here.
RAOUL
You finish. Then we finish.
Sarah sneaks up a hand and pushes a button -- "ALL PAGE."
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
In the living room, there is an audible CLICK as the speaker
is activated. Meg looks up, hears Burnham's voice, in the
middle of a sentence.
BURNHAM (O.S.)
-- posed to mean?
RAOUL (O.S.)
You're here with me, you're already
on the hook for one. Buy one, you
get the rest for the same price.
You know that.
BURNHAM (O.S.)
Get the fuck away from me.
RAOUL (O.S.)
The kid in here. The other two when
we come out.
Meg listens, horrified.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
Sarah holds the intercom button down with a trembling finger.
BURNHAM
Bullshit.
RAOUL
You know how this gotta end.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Meg stares, in shock, as Raoul's voice echoes in the empty
room.
RAOUL (O.S.)
They stay in the house.
There in an abrupt CLICK, and the speaker turns off. Meg
turns, goes to Harris, falls to her knees, no idea what to
do. She holds him close, their foreheads touching. She's
terrified, exhausted, wants to collapse in his arms.
Instead, she starts to pull the gun from his fingers. He
tightens his grip, what are you doing? He tries to hold onto
the gun, but she pulls his fingers off it, takes it away from
him. He is too weak to resist.
CUT TO:
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
In the panic room, Sarah has her hands clamped over her ears,
her mouth is wide open, and a hideous METAL SHRIEK seems to
be coming out of it.
But the SHRIEK is actually coming from the safe, where
Burnham continues to work, another drill, a bigger bit. The
noise is deafening.
ON THE MONITORS,
Sarah sees her mother approaching the monitor in the bedroom,
carrying a jacket. Meg tosses the jacket, this time she
doesn't want them to see what she's doing.
The monitor goes black.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
In the master bedroom, Meg pulls on a pair of jeans that are
hanging over a chair.
She steps into a pair of boots.
She shoves the gun into her belt.
Here in the bedroom, she can hear the drill. From the house
next door, she hears POUNDING again, more MUFFLED CURSES.
Apparently the neighbor can hear the drill too.
Meg looks from the walls of the bedroom to the walls of the
panic room. Her eyes light up with an idea.
She goes to the front wall of the bedroom, stands with her
back against the exterior wall (street side), with her left
shoulder against the common wall that's shared with the
neighbor's brownstone.
She begins to step off the distance, heel to toe, measuring
with her feet until she reaches the metal door that is the
entrance to the panic room.
MEG
Fourteen.
She hurries out of the bedroom. What's she doing?
INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT
Meg comes into a small room full of empty bookshelves, a
library. There is a window that looks out over the sidewalk,
one floor up, same level as the stoop.
She looks up, into the corners of the room.
MEG
No camera, no camera, no camera...
They're bare, no video cameras. Good.
She goes to the window, tries to open it. Screwed shut, of
course.
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
The safe is almost cracked. Raoul is watching the monitors
carefully.
ON THE MONITORS,
we see Meg as she searches through the tools in the living
room, finds a screwdriver, a sledgehammer.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Raoul furrows his brow. Now what?
INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT
Meg is back in the library, hurriedly unscrewing the window.
She gets the last screw out, shoves the window up.
The wind BLASTS in, it's a hell of a spooky night out there.
She leans out the window. We lean with her. The sidewalk is
empty (we see it only from our vantage point inside the
house). She's one floor up. To her right is the house's
front stoop.
She tosses the sledgehammer over, onto the stoop. Climbs up
onto the window ledge, and slithers out herself.
We lean further, watch her as she edges along the ledge, hops
down onto the stoop, and freezes, staring in horror --
-- at the video camera that covers the front stoop.
ON THE MONITORS,
we see her staring straight up at the camera, clearly
standing on the front stoop, outside the house, where she was
specifically told not to go.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Sarah sees the image of her on the stoop. Raoul happens to
be looking away at the moment, at the safe, but he starts to
turn around, to look at the monitors again --
-- and Sarah kicks him, hard, in the ass.
RAOUL
Hey!
He turns, away from the monitors.
SARAH
Sorry. Can't control it sometimes.
Raoul scowls at her. Behind him --
ON THE MONITORS,
Meg darts down the front steps and disappears from view on
the monitor.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Sarah sees her mother go.
SARAH
(to Raoul)
Won't happen again.
INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT
Still leaning out the window, we can see Meg from here as she
reaches the sidewalk and runs up the front steps of the
neighbor's house, which is contiguous.
Straining to see (yet stay in the house), we see Meg all the
way at the right edge of the frame, as she shifts the gun to
the back of her pants and knocks on the neighbor's door,
sledgehammer held slightly behind her leg.
After a long moment, we hear the neighbor's front door open.
The conversation begins. The wind is gusting right in our
faces, we can't make out the details, but the gist is clear --
let me into your house, and don't as me a lot of questions.
The NEIGHBOR -- and by the tone of the voice it sounds like
an old woman -- is slow to respond, grumpy.
Losing patience, Meg just pulls the Neighbor out of the way
and shoves into the house. The Neighbor stumbles out onto
her front stoop, and we were right, it's an old lady in a
nightgown, but she's no shrinking violet. In fact, she's
royally pissed off and not at all intimidated.
NEIGHBOR
What the hell do you think you're
doing, young lady?!
She storms back into her house, following Meg. As both of
them disappear from the frame, we move out of the library,
into the foyer, and move along the common wall, the one
shared with the neighbor's brownstone.
From the other side of the wall, we can hear muffled voices,
arguing, Meg and the Neighbor shouting at each other.
We drift up, up the stairs, and hear the THUNDERING of
footsteps on the stairs next door. We keep pace with them,
from inside this house. We pass right through the floor --
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
-- and rise up out of the floor in the master bedroom, and
now we can hear the conversation on the other side of the
wall in here, the Neighbor's fearful, angry tones, Meg's
firm, urgent declarations.
We move with Meg, even though we can't see her, we know what
she's doing, she's stepping off the paces on the other side
of the wall. We drift down that wall, fourteen steps, until
we reach the metal door to the panic room, then we pass
through that door --
INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT
-- and arrive inside the panic room, where Burnham is this
close to getting the safe open, when all of a sudden --
WHOMP.
CRUNCH.
Burnham and Raoul freeze, alarmed. It's coming from the long
wall, the shared wall.
They look at each other.
WHOMP.
CRUNCH.
They look at the wall.
Somebody is on the other side, pounding like hell.
RAOUL
The walls are steel, right?
BURNHAM
Not that one.
RAOUL
NOT THAT ONE?!
BURNHAM
Hey man, it's the neighbor's house,
who breaks in through the neighbor's
house?!
WHOMP! CRUNCH!
Louder. Closer. Burnham turns, SCREAMS at the wall.
BURNHAM
WHO THE FUCK BREAKS IN THROUGH THE
NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE?!
RAOUL
We've got the Kid!
(shouting at the wall)
WE'VE GOT YOUR KID!! What the fuck
is she thinking?!
WHOMP! CRUNCH!
BURNHAM
She's got your gun, that's what
she's thinking! The FUCK you had to
bring a gun for?!
Burnham throws himself back on the floor, goes back to work
on the safe. Fires up the drill again, it SCREAMS into the
metal.
BURNHAM
Almost there...
The POUNDING keeps up from next door. We hear sheetrock torn
away on the far side. Bricks, SCRAPING out of place.
Sarah, in the corner, is energized, excited. While Burnham
and Raoul are distracted, she grabs the leather pouch, palms
the three syringes that are left in there.
BURNHAM
ALMOST THERE...
Finally, the door to the safe CRUNCHES in on one side,
yielding to the drilling --
-- at the very moment that the head of a sledgehammer CRASHES
through the wall of the panic room. Raoul grabs hold of
Sarah, Burnham maintains his focus, throwing open the safe,
revealing --
-- nothing.
CRUNCH!
The sledgehammer head strikes again, opening up a hole about
a foot across. Light spills through from the other side, as
well as the voice of the hysterical Neighbor.
Raoul hurls Sarah against the far wall, leaps over to the
side of the hole, and waits, poised above it.
At the safe, Burnham doesn't lose his cool, just opens a
false bottom in the safe, revealing a manila envelope.
He snatches it up, RIPS it open, and his eyes dance as he
holds up fourteen individual one million dollar U,S, Treasury
Bearer Bonds. He fans them out, eyes drinking from his
Grail.
BANG!
A gunshot whizzes right through one of the bonds, setting it
aflame before it SLAMS into the far wall, sending up a little
cloud of plaster dust.
BURNHAM
JESUS!
He whirls, sees an arm poking through the hole in the wall,
gun extended.
But Raoul is standing just above the hole, and already has
his boot raised, over the hand. He brings it down, a
CRUNCHING blow that stomps right on Meg's wrist.
Meg SCREAMS, loses her grip on the gun, and it CLATTERS into
the space between the houses.
BETWEEN THE WALLS,
the gun falls into oblivion, the space between the walls,
where no one can get to it.
IN THE PANIC ROOM,
Burnham shoves the loose bonds into his jacket.
BURNHAM
I GOT THE MONEY, LET'S GO!!!
Raoul grabs Sarah and turns, jabs the green button to open
the door.
Behind them, Meg SCREAMS in anger and wriggles through the
opening. Before she's even all the way through, she gets
hold of Raoul's leg and pulls herself into the panic room,
scraping and bloodying herself on the edges of the too-small
hole.
BURNHAM
GO, LET'S GO, OUTTA HERE!!
But Raoul is deep in a violent rage. Still holding Sarah
with one hand, he bends down, grabs Meg by the hair, and
drags her toward the doorway.
RAOUL
YOU KNOW HOW THIS IS GONNA GO!
BURNHAM
FUCK YOU, I'M GONE!
He bolts out of the room, through the metal door, which is
just finishing its slow crank open, its heavy spring coiling
in the wall.
Raoul drag Meg across the floor by the hair, right into the
track of the open steel door.
She looks up, sees the infrared safety beam over her head,
and realizes with horror what his intention is.
Still with one arm holding Sarah, who is kicking and
struggling viciously, Raoul holds Meg's head down on the
floor, below the safety beam that would prevent the door from
closing. He reaches for the "close" button.
Sarah raises her arm, stuffed with three syringes, and jabs
them into Raoul's neck. Raoul SCREAMS in pain.
Meg manages to raise her head, breaking the beam.
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
On the stairwell, Burnham, stops, frozen, his face twitching
with indecision. He hears the murder taking place just above
him.
He runs down three steps.
Stops again.
Runs down the rest of the stairs.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
Raoul stretches to push the red "close" button for the door,
but he has to hold Meg's head down, out of the lower beam
with one hand, all with Sarah savagely attacking him at the
same time, and three syringes hanging out of his neck.
Finally, he gets Meg's head all the way down, onto the floor.
Looking up, Meg sees the red beam become complete again.
Raoul jabs the button --
-- just as Sarah throws her hand into the upper beam, the one
at shoulder level. Sarah's hand turns red, the beam is
broken, the door will not close.
Raoul ROARS in anger and twists violently, sending Sarah
flying across the room.
Meg strains, gets her head off the floor again, breaking the
beam. Raoul starts jamming the close button, over and over
again, the beam completes, then breaks, completes, then
breaks, never the button and the beam at the same time.
But it can't go on forever. Meg's tiring, she can't keep it
up, her head trembles --
-- and collapses onto the floor.
The beam completes --
-- Raoul SMACKS the red button --
-- and Burnham appears on the other side of the door. He
reaches in, grabs hold of Raoul, to pull him off her, but
Raoul loses his balance, falls forward --
-- into the gap --
-- and his head is crushed by the spring-loaded steel door
that SLAMS forward just as Meg draws herself back.
Meg falls across the panic room, grabs Sarah, and holds on
tight.
The door detects the obstruction and opens again, slowly.
Raoul's body slumps to the floor, dead.
Burnham stands there, looking down at Meg and Sarah.
They stare at each other, wordless, their first face to face
contact. She sees the bonds protruding from his jacket.
She just looks at him. There will be no understanding here.
He zips his jacket, turns, and hurries away.
INT. ENTRY FLOOR - NIGHT
Burnham races down the steps, hurries to the entry door,
throws it open --
-- and finds a gun barrel pointed directly into his nose. He
blinks, tries to focus on whoever's on the other end of that
gun.
It's the Cop, the first Cop, the one who came to the door and
was so suspicious of Meg. The Cop looks down, sees blood
smeared all over Burnham's jacket, sees more than enough to
know his suspicions were correct.
COP 1
Put your hands up.
Burnham freezes, silhouetted in the doorway. Wind and leaves
blow into the house, a real gale outside.
From behind Cop 1, MORE COPS SHOUT, all at once, must be a
half dozen of 'em there, but Burnham can't see anything in
the stinging light, and can't hear much either, over the
ROARING wind.
Burnham moves suddenly, flinging the door shut right in the
Cop's face. The door SLAMS hard, Burnham turns to run but
doesn't get more than a few paces before three sharp GUNSHOTS
CRACK through the door behind him.
Brilliant white light spills through the bulletholes in the
door, but it's not the light that gets you, it's the chunks
of lead. They rip through Burnham's back and come out his
chest, a triangle pattern.
Burnham stops, sags to his knees. He reaches into his
jacket, pulls out the loose stack of bonds.
He fans them out, stares down at them, holds them like
playing cards.
BURNHAM
Monster hand.
Behind him, the front door CRACKS open, half a dozen COPS
appear and start SHOUTING, all at once. Burnham tosses the
bonds to the floor, the same gesture as folding a hand of
poker.
He GROANS and collapses, slowly, falling through the bonds,
twisting as he goes down. He SLAPS onto his back in the
foyer as the wind gusts through the open door, scoops the
bonds up off the floor, and blows them back into the house,
as if they were never meant to leave.
Burnham lies there on the floor, eyes open, staring up at the
ceiling, looking at the bonds that swirl in the blast of air,
suspended there, twisting and bucking and diving just over
his head as he dies.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. CENTRAL PARK - GREAT LAWN - DAY
The swirling bonds melt into swirling leaves, blowing in the
air over Central Park on a crisp fall day. The leaves float
down, over the Great Lawn, that massive expanse of grass we
saw in Meg's hallucination.
But on a day like this the Great Lawn's full of people,
throwing frisbees, playing football, lying there doing
nothing.
The leaves land on the grass next to Meg and Sarah, stretched
out on a blanket, a newspaper spread in front of them, open
to the ads.
Meg is on her back, arms folded behind her head, staring up
at the clouds.
Sarah is intent on the paper, circling the occasional ad.
SARAH
I mean, uptown is close to Dad's
place, but somebody at school said
the Village is really cool, so... I
don't know, it's so great to be
close to the park and everything...
What do you think, I mean, give me a
clue, here, where are we gonna live?
Meg rolls over, props herself up on one elbow. She seems
years younger. She looks at Sarah, reaches out, brushes her
daughter's hair behind one ear.
She smiles. She is calm.
Behind her, a flock of pigeons takes off, leaping into the
clear autumn sky.
FADE OUT.
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