Earth to Echo Page #8

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radio communication)

(snog)

ALEX:

Oh, my God.

(chuckles)

ALEX:

Tuck's gonna freak.

Uh, here, check his pockets.

- Yes.

- EMMA:
Oh, yeah.

Cops are gone.

- Uh, Tuck, Tuck?

- I have no idea where Marcus is.

(snoring continues)

ALEX:

Yeah.

Tell me you got that on tape?

(wind howling)

My name

is Reginald "Munch" Barrett.

This is my...

kind of my final message.

To my best friends...

(grunts)

(crying)

I love you, guys.

-(brakes squeak)

-(Munch gasps)

(footsteps approaching)

(Munch screams, grunts)

(indistinct radio

communication)

(engine starts)

(chuckles)

EMMA:

You're Googling it? Really?

Oh, come on, this is what

the Internet is for.

Um, "step one,

get a driver's license."

- Do we have one of those?

- Oh, wow.

All right, am I good?

'(engine roaring)

- Stop! Stop!

All right, all right.

EMMA:
Dude, do you even know

what you're doing?

No, I don't.

"Step two, be calm."

-(engine roaring)

- What are you doing?!

- Sorry, sorry.

- Be calm is step two?

All right, all right, all right.

I got it, I got it.

- Hold on a sec..

-(engine revs, tires squeal)

- EMMA:
Stop!

- ALEX:
Tuck, Tuck, turn!

- Whoa!

- Oh, I'm sorry about that.

- Uh...

- EMMA:
Oh, my God.

ALEX:

We're good, we're good.

All right, I'm excited.

Should I gun it?

- EMMA:
No, no, no, don't.

- No, Tuck.

I need, I need music.

Somebody just play some music.

- All right.

-(music blaring)

- Oh, my!

- Oh, my God.

(different music playing)

Change it.

(different song playing)

(another melody playing)

(music changes

to a different song)

A'?

TUCK (voice-over):

Everywhere we'd been that night,

shot by us like a rocket.

All we wanted

was our friends back.

A'?

A'?

I'm gonna miss it here, man.

ALEX:

Yeah, me too.

(music stops)

(brakes squeak)

(engine stops)

Here we go.

I don't know about this.

(equipment rumbles, clatters)

Did you hear that?

Yeah.

-(thumps)

'(9Funts)

(indistinct announcement

over P.A. in distance)

(indistinct shouting)

EMMA:
That does not

look like a freeway.

(Tuck scoffs)

(indistinct announcement

over P.A.)

(indistinct conversation

in distance)

(indistinct announcement

over P.A.)

-(Tuck exhales anxiously)

- ALEX:
Get down.

Shh, Shh.

TUCK:
All right,

so what's the plan?

ALEX:

I don't know. Get him out?

So, in other words,

we don't have a plan.

(indistinct radio

communication)

(Tuck groans)

(panfing)

TUCK:

Go, go, go.

I'm just gonna call

Munch's phone

and see if his phone rings.

(beeps)

(phone ringing)

Wait a minute.

(ringing continues in distance)

(Tuck gasps)

(indistinct conversations

in distance)

TUCK:
Dude,

my camera's not a doorstop.

(various indistinct

radio conversations)

TUCK:

I hear his voice.

(Munch crying,

talking indistinctly)

(machines beeping)

(Crying continues)

TUCK:

Shh.

MUNCH".

I-l knew it was you guys

'cause I saw the same truck

from my neighborhood.

MAN:

Tell us the truth.

MUNCH:
l-l had a lot

of adrenaline rush,

and... (sobs) I...

I didn't want the night to end.

And I... and it was

the last night with Alex.

ALEX:

Oh, sh*t, Munch.

MAN:

Stop crying and talk to us.

TUCK:

This is not good.

I'm not... (sobs)

I'm not crying!

EMMA:

What? Where is that?

TUCK:
We got to find him

and get him out of there, man.

-(electronic chittering)

- MUNCH:
Just don't kill me!

MAN:
Did he access

your phones at all?

Were there others like it or

was this the only one you found?

(electronic buzzing)

What are they doing?

(electronic chittering)

TUCK:
Dude, they're

breaking him!

(frantic chittering)

EMMA:

Guys?

Guys, someone's coming.

We should go.

TUCK:

Go, go.

- Hey, hey, hey!

- Hey, construction man!

- Give me the camera.

- Listen...

This is not your camera.

Hey, guys, go!

- And find Munch!

- Let go of me!

Get off of us, man,

this isn't...

- My camera!

- Let go.

Is that thing still on?

MAN:

Okay, no more lies.

No more sneaking around.

No more cameras, understand?

Son, look at me.

Look at me.

TUCK:
Oh, I-l see better

with my glasses on,

you know?

-(sighs)

-(electronic tone stuttering)

This signal

has been transmitting

for a very long time,

from a ship that we believe

is located right here

in your neighborhood.

- ALEX:
What?

- TUCK:
Wait, what's he talking about?

MAN:

Six days ago,

an object entered

our atmosphere

at 20,000 miles an hour,

on a direct course

for that ship.

We shot it down.

(Tuck sighs)

What you found activates

the ship,

and if that ship takes off,

it could kill everyone.

He just wants to go home.

MAN:

Okay, that will not happen.

He is far too valuable.

TUCK:

This is crazy, this is crazy.

So...

we are gonna follow this map

and you are gonna help us

get that thing operational,

and it will lead us

back to its ship,

and we will

disable it permanently.

Am I clear?

-(thumps)

- Am I clear?

Y-Yeah.

Good.

TUCK:
Check the doors,

check the doors.

It's locked;

it's not just locked.

They don't have

a handle on it.

- Someone help!

- EMMA:
Where are they taking us?

-(engine starts)

- Hey, yo!

Let us out, man!

MUNCH:

Someone!

TUCK (sighs):

Well, the sun's up.

MUNCH:
Our parents

are gonna find out.

(indistinct radio

communication)

I think we got bigger problems

than our parents.

A'?

A'?

(indistinct radio

communication)

EMMA:

Where are we?

(radio communication continues)

Let's go!

All right,

everybody knows the drill.

Let's set it up.

(electronic tone stuttering)

- MUNCH:
He's not moving.

- ALEX:
Stop!

A'?

Can you see me?

(weak electronic chirping)

Beep?

(electronic chittering)

We're all here.

We're gonna get you home,

all right?

We'll find a way.

(electronic chittering)

Nichols, man, it's not there.

No.

Please, you have to work.

Just try.

(power whirring, slowing down)

ALEX (voice-over):

Echo?

Don't!

Echo!

You can't go; you can't!

(slowly powering down)

(whirring stops)

MAN:

It's over.

Let's keep them quiet.

Come on, man.

It's...

It's time to go.

(Alex hums ringtone)

(Alex repeats the ringtone)

(electronic chittering)

(hums faster,

Echo chitters in response)

MAN:

What's happening?

(electronic warbling)

(Alex hums, Echo warbles)

(deep rumbling)

MAN:

What is that?

(clattering)

(buzzing, whirring)

-(warbling)

-(clattering)

TUCK:

Here he goes.

MAN:

Back up. Get ready.

(warbling, pinging)

TUCK:

Whoa.

(Alex laughs)

MAN:

Okay, now!

-(clanking, whirring)

-(indistinct shouting)

(shouting continues)

MUNCH:

Where are we going?

TUCK:
Home! His ship's

in Mulberry Woods.

(engine starts)

(electronic warbling)

MUNCH:

Dude, go!

How do I drive?

TUCK:

Will you drive?!

Please drive! Just hurry up!

MUNCH:
Alex, dude, you don't

have your seat belt on!

.Just speed up!

- Just go!

-(tires squealing)

-30, go, go, go, go!

They're right there!

You have to speed!

- I'm trying!

- You're driving...!

- Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!

- Tuck, you're gonna

-get us killed!

-(horn blares)

- Where do I go?

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