Get Out Page #7

CHRIS:

(whispering)

Something’s down here...

No response.

CHRIS (CONT’D)

(whispering)

Bring me back. Bring me back.

Bring me back. Bring me back...

In the darkness, the SOUND OF HOOVES CRUNCHING ON SOFT GROUND

approaches.

THUNK THUNK. THUNK THUNK.

CHRIS (CONT’D)

Bring me back. Bring me back.

Bring me back.

The sounds get louder and louder.

THUNK THUNK. THUNK THUNK.

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An antlered thing emerges from the shadow. It’s head is thatof a deer, but with the flesh stripped off and with mostly itsskull exposed.

CHRIS (CONT’D)

No!

Its eyes glow and flicker faint blue in its sockets. It MOANSA WRONG SOUNDING MOAN; in hateful anguish. It charges Chris...

THUNK THUNK. THUNK THUNK. THUNK THUNK.

The bloody deer impales Chris on its antlers. They both MOAN.

INT. ROSE’S BEDROOM - DAWN

Chris wakes up with a start in Rose’s bed sweaty and heaving.

He’s alone and confused. Bad dream? Headache.

The SHOWER RUNS inside Rose’s bathroom. SHE HUMS.

DING DING:

He’s gotten a message. It’s a picture of Rod pretending topour beer in Sid’s mouth. Chris smiles. The batteries are low.

He plugs his phone in and puts it on the dresser.

EXT. BACKYARD - DAWN

It’s Golden hour. Beautiful. Chris walks through the yard tothe edge of the forest with his camera.

Chris keeps walking. He looks through a long-zoom lens intothe wilderness. He sees a bird and snaps a picture.

He turns to the house. Georgina can be seen through anupstairs window knitting. He raises his camera. She’sbeautiful. She stands and begins to remove her wig. Then as ifaware she’s being watched, she turns towards him. Chris turnsaway, taking a picture in another direction. He glances backat the window. Georgina is gone.

BANG. A sparrow slams against the gazebo and falls to theground. Startling Chris.

CHRIS:

Damn.

He turns away and is startled even more by Walter smilingserenely at him about 50 feet away in the yard. Embarrassed,

Chris gathers himself. He walks towards Walter.

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CHRIS (CONT’D)

What’s up?

No response.

CHRIS (CONT’D)

They working you good out here,

huh?

Walter’s voice is soft and methodical. His eyes remain distantas though he his looking through Chris. Chilling. There is ahidden anger behind his pleasantness.

WALTER:

Nothing I don’t want to be doing.

CHRIS:

Ha!

Walter isn’t joking.

CHRIS (CONT’D)

Yeah... yeah. No, I can tell. Inever really got to meet youactually, up close. I’m Chris.

WALTER:

I know who you are. You’re Rose’sfriend.

Chris stops walking about 15 feet from Walter. Somethingdoesn’t feel right.

CHRIS:

Yeah. That’s one way to put it.

So, where you from originally?

WALTER:

She is lovely isn’t she?

CHRIS:

Rose? Yeah, she is...

WALTER:

One of a kind; a real doggonekeeper.

Chris is weirded out.

WALTER (CONT’D)

Sorry if I scared you last night.

CHRIS:

Oh, yeah. Actually, I guess I waspretty drunk.

(MORE)

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CHRIS (CONT’D)

I don’t remember much.

WALTER:

And the hypnosis? Did it work?

CHRIS:

Hypnosis? No, I didn’t...

Chris remembers.

WALTER:

Well, I should get back to work.

Chris raises his hand in a timid ‘black power fist.’ Walterraises his hand in an open wave.

CHRIS:

There’s another bird...

Walter nods. Chris turns and walks to the house. Chris makes

pops a cigarette into his mouth. He is repulsed by the tasteof it. He looks at it. More of last night seems to come backto him.

INT. ROSE’S BEDROOM - DAY

Chris enters as Rose finishes blow drying her hair. He’sworked up.

ROSE:

Hi. Where have you been?

CHRIS:

Out. Taking pictures. Hey, so Ithink your mom hypnotised me lastnight.

ROSE:

Wait, what?

CHRIS:

(hazy)

I think I snuck out for a smoke,

and she caught me and offered? Idon’t know. I must have agreed toit ‘cause the thing just made me

nauseous.

ROSE:

Okay. Well then that’s good,

right?

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CHRIS:

No, not good. I can barelyremember any of it even happening;

I don’t like that. Plus I had

these f***ed up dreams.

ROSE:

That happened to me too.

CHRIS:

What did?

ROSE:

The nightmares. When I was a kid.

She hypnotized me once for stagefright, and I had the craziestnightmares, but it worked...

She wraps herself up in Chris’ arms. Chris thinks.

CHRIS:

And, what’s the deal with the

help?

ROSE:

Like... The iced tea thing? Yeahthat was weird.

CHRIS:

That, but also the lawn-mower guycreepin’ me the f*** out too.

ROSE:

Why? Did he say something?

CHRIS:

It’s not what he says, it’s how hesays it. You know?

ROSE:

Yeah, something about themseems... different.

Out the window, A CAR DRIVES onto the front yard. Rose hearsand looks.

ROSE (CONT’D)

They’re here.

Chris looks as well. A car parks on the front lawn. A Chauffergets out and opens the backseat passenger door. A well-trainedHusky service dog exits the car followed by JIM HUDSON, 57.

Jim is blind and has slicked back grey hair.

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EXT. FRONT YARD - NOON

Bird's-eye view. Walter helps direct 12 expensive cars onto amakeshift parking lot on the front lawn. Wealthy guests emergefrom each one.

EXT. BACKYARD - NOON

The party is in full swing. The 30 or so guests mingleexcitedly. They are all white except for one Japanese man.

Through the kitchen window, Georgina fixes food and helpsoccupy four white children by helping them make Horsd’oeuvres.

Rose and Chris get a drink at the bar. They walk through theparty. Missy mingles with some guests. She makes eye contactwith Chris and winks. He looks away.

Chris and Rose are stopped by GORDON GREENE, 68, and his wifeEMILY GREENE, 67. Gordon is a cute man with a cane and impishexcitement. Emily is pretty and birdlike. They watch Chrisintently and smile from ear to ear. Gordon shakes Chris’ handthoroughly.

GORDON:

Nice to meet you, Chris. Nice tomeet you indeed.

(to Emily)

Good grip.

CHRIS:

Thanks. You too.

GORDON:

You ever play golf?

CHRIS:

Once, actually; a few years ago. Iwasn’t very good.

EMILY:

Gordon was a professional golferfor years.

CHRIS:

Oh? No kidding.

GORDON:

Can’t quite swing the hips like Iused to though. You know, I metTiger.

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Rose and Chris share a subtle smirk.

ROSE CHRIS:

Wow, that’s great. Cool.

EMILY:

Gordon loves Tiger.

GORDON:

Best I’ve ever seen. Ever, hands

down. Let’s see your form.

CHRIS:

Me? I could barely hit the thing.

GORDON:

Show me...

Chris does.

GORDON (CONT’D)

If I knew what I know now at yourage? Now then I could really play.

CHRIS:

It’d be kind of a waste of time

travel though.

They laugh.

EXT. BACKYARD - LATER

Chris and Rose speak to NELSON DEETS, 82, who’s smiles in awheelchair with his jaw hanging, and LISA DEETS, 54, a loose-

lipped trophy wife smiles at Chris in a predatory manner. Theyhave Dutch accents.

LISA:

(To Rose)

How handsome is he?

ROSE:

Extremely.

Lisa squeezes Chris’ bicep. A bit too familiar.

LISA:

Not bad huh, Nelson?

NELSON:

Eh?

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LISA:

(to Rose)

So, is it true? The love making.

Is it better?

Rose cackles at the bluntness of the question. Chris almostchokes on his drink. Lisa continues to size Chris up.

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