Earth to Echo Page #7

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it's not a ship.

TUCK:
What?

What are you talking about?

He told us

it was a ship.

It's a key to

your ship, right?

(Echo chirps)

(low electronic warbling)

Well, if this

is just the key,

where's the spaceship?

-(clattering, crackling)

- All right, Munch, put it down.

-(Echo chirps)

- Okay, dude, no, I got it, I got it.

TUCK:
Okay, I'm not asking you,

I'm telling you to put it down

-before you hurt both of us.

- I need this, man.

-(electronic blipping)

- TUCK:
That's weird.

- Does it know her?

- TUCK:
I don't know. Munch!

(Munch gasps)

TUCK:

Whoa!

MUNCH:

Whoa!

-(Tuck laughs)

- ALEX:
You okay?

- EMMA:
Yeah.

- MUNCH:
What are you guys doing?

- TUCK:
Wow.

- ALEX:
Um, she was gonna get hit

by the piece,

so I-l saved her.

- GUARD:
Hey! You four! Freeze!

-(alarm ringing)

- Run!

- Which way?

- Tuck!

- Stop right there! Stop!

TUCK:

Go, go! Hurry up!

(alarm continues ringing)

EMMA:
Hold up, hold up!

Did Alex get out?

(Echo chirps)

Uh, I d... I don't know.

- We have to go back.

- Uh...

- Come on, you guys.

- Okay.

Look. Whoa, whoa.

She's being stupid.

There's a guard

in there, you know?

You can't just go

running in, acting crazy.

We need a-a plan, or...

S... right?

GUARD:
Breaking and entering,

destruction of property.

Those are felonies, kid.

(whispers):

Okay, Echo, I need your help.

Um, I need you to...

do something.

GUARD:
I have a minor

here; he's 13.

Caught him breaking in

with his friends.

If you could send

an officer down.

GUARD:

Stay put.

Hello?

(Emma panting)

-(arcade game music playing)

- Anybody there?

(game music tempo accelerating)

(phone ringing)

- GUARD:
Hello?

-(Echo chirps)

Hello?

(echoing loudly):

ls anybody there?

...there...

ls anybody there... there...

(Echo chirping)

-(rumbling)

-(guard gasps)

GUARD:

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

EMMA:

Alex. Alex.

- Wh-Where's Tuck?

- We got to go.

(arcade game music continues)

- We should've gone back.

- All right, you know what?

Calm down, because if people

would've listened to me,

then Alex never

would have gotten caught.

Didn't I say there would be

security guards?

Alex! Dude!

You're all right!

Are you all right?

Hey, Alex, we're good, man.

All right?

- MUNCH:
Buddy?

- We're good, man?

TUCK:

Alex.

Come on, dude.

Alex!

We could've gone home,

but we didn't.

- We were outside.

- Turn off the camera.

Not till you admit you're

acting mopey for no reason.

You're always freaking out if

anyone's gonna leave you behind.

TUCK:
Do you know

how expensive that is?

ALEX:
I'm glad I'm moving.

You were never my friend.

- Is that right? Is that right?

- MUNCH:
Guys, guys,

-come on, just-just chill out.

- EMMA:
Come on!

EMMA:

Have you lost your mind?

TUCK woke-every. I acted like

I didn't know what I'd done.

But I knew exactly.

MUNCH:
I know we're all tired

and stuff, and hungry.

I saw this awesome diner.

We can totally just go grab

-a bite to eat or something.

- EMMA:
Real awesome, guys.

- Real macho.

-(Tuck and Alex grunting)

So, that's it?

The night's over?

Doesn't have to be.

Right?

Well, I mean, if it is,

uh, we could...

I don't know, I guess we can

keep the mood going, yeah?

Or we can do it

another time, right?

Good times,

the continuation, part two.

Right?

(Tuck scoffs)

(sighs) Hmm.

You know what?

I'm gonna talk about Sandra.

Man, that girl used

to beat the crap out of you.

Me, too.

We were both little,

small and scrawny.

She was a big girl,

and she knew it.

But then I had a growth spurt,

and you didn't,

and I finally did something.

You remember that?

You told her I had polio.

Yeah, I told her that, and did

she beat you up after that?

MUNCH:

She still beat me up.

'Cause I-l always

get your back, man.

I never let you down;

I always get your back.

(Tuck sighs)

Most of the time.

Just when I'm not freaked out

about security guards,

all right?

I'm sorry, man.

Are we good?

(softly):

Yeah.

(Echo warbles weakly)

Dude.

(electronic chittering)

Faster.

(radio hisses, blips;

static crackles)

Sure are doing some

traveling tonight.

EMMA:

My parents are in the bathroom.

Uh-huh.

(rhythmic beeping)

(Echo beeping back)

(Echo chittering)

(chittering continues)

Let it go.

TUCK:

What are you doing?

- Dude! Hey, what are you doing?!

- MUNCH:
Oh, God!

Don't grab our stuff like that!

- Stop!

- Hey, give me the backpack!

- Who do you think you are?

- The police have been instructed

to come and pick up these

kids and take them home.

He can't just walk away.

-(phone rings)

- ALEX:
What was it?

- EMMA:
The phone.

- No, no, no!

- Munch!

- Munch!

- Munch! Munch!

- Munch!

Munch!

Oh, my... Munch!

(engine revs, tires squeal)

TUCK:
This is not real,

this is not real,

this is not real right now.

-(sirens wailing)

- ALEX:
Don't let them see you.

-(siren chirps)

- Now!

ALEX:

Munch!

Do you see the truck?

TUCK:

Munch!

ALEX:

Munch!

That guy is not

a construction worker.

(phone ringing)

-it's Munch.

- MUNCH:
I need help, guys.

I really didn't

think this through.

TUCK:
We're here, we're here.

Are you hurt?

(stacky):

Can you guys hear me...?

- EMMA:
Are you okay?

- ALEX:
Where are you, Munch?

TUCK:
We'll find you, all right?

I promise.

(statkzky):
I think I'm

at the construction site.

- ALEX:
Come on, buddy.

- TUCK:
Munch!

(stacky):

I can see the big lights

and up at those...

-the white trucks...

-(line disconnects)

How far is your neighborhood?

It's way over an hour.

TUCK:
All right, I think

I got a faster way.

Who wants to go to a party?

ALEX:

Are you sure he'll even be here?

Better be.

His girlfriend's throwing it.

(music thumping from distance)

A'?

EMMA:
I can't believe

we're doing this.

TUCK (sighing):

Sophomores.

Hey, sweet party.

Sweet jams.

Guys, what are we doing here?

We can't be...

Just look for my brother.

Look for his keys.

- Oh, my gosh, it's the cops.

- Okay.

Oh, God, the keys, the keys.

TUCK:

I lost my keys.

I have a Porsche.

Marcus!

Oh, not you, sorry.

I wasn't trying to stop

the fun-- I like it.

- Whoa...!

-(laughter)

TUCK:

Hi.

Uh, sorry to bother everyone.

Have you seen

my brother, Marcus?

Tall guy?

You seen his car keys?

- Uh, anyone?

- Guys, the cops are here!

- What?

- Yeah, the cops are here.

- Turn it down, turn it down.

- GUY:
Dude, stop...

No, I'm serious,

the cops are here right now.

Alex! Alex!

-(siren wailing)

- We have to go now.

TUCK:
All right,

just come on, come on.

We got to move.

EMMA:

Hurry, hurry.

ALEX:
We can't hide here.

TUCK:

Look, look, just stay here.

He's my brother;

I'll find him.

Just... don't let the cops take

the footage.

All right?

FEMALE OFFICER:

You live here, right?

ALEX:

The cops!

TUCK:

Marcus?

Marcus, we're here.

-(lock clicks)

-(knocking on door)

(indistinct police

radio communication)

MALE OFFICER (distant):

The party's shut down.

That's enough. Come on.

(indistinct police

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