Home Invasion Page #2

Oh, I thought you took the router away.

Well, there's a will there's a way.

I should be happy

he's not hacking into NORAD.

True.

I shouldn't be so hard on him.

He hates it here.

If only his birth mother didn't have

so many issues...

maybe she could help.

Can you imagine referring to your

own child as "the biggest mistake"?

Oh, and you know,

just not seeing him for eight years?

- Ugh.

- Thanks for coming over.

Especially on a night like this.

You had me at wine.

[LAUGHS]

So, uh, was 1961 a good year?

- Oh, please tell me you didn't.

- Ha-ha. I did.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING

OVER SPEAKERS]

ALICE:
She seemed so friendly...

CHLOE:
She's so sweet.

ALICE:
And it's really all about her.

CHLOE:
Wow. Oh.

Now tell me the truth,

is that a $6000 bottle of wine?

- That's what he said.

- Oh, God.

More money than sense, Chloe.

- Seriously. Ugh.

- I know. I know.

Is that on?

- Twenty-four/seven.

- It's always on? Wow.

Don't you think that's creepy?

Like Big Brother?

CHLOE:

David said he wanted us to feel safe.

Safe from what? I mean, the Johnsons

and their gang of golden retrievers?

[CHUCKLES]

I know, it's a little bit of an overkill...

but it gives me

peace of mind sometimes.

It gets lonely out here. It's quiet.

Where do you think he's gone this time?

I don't know. He said Shanghai.

He always tells me where he's going...

but I don't know

if it's ever where he actually is.

You know he stopped taking my calls?

My e-mails?

[CHLOE SIGHS]

I don't even care anymore.

I don't care who he's with,

what he's doing...

I'm over it. I'm done.

I'm done.

Good for you.

You deserve so much better.

[SIGHS]

You know, he took me off

the joint account, Alice.

What?

I'm gonna kill him.

I don't know

what I'm gonna do, seriously.

Look, don't worry about it, okay?

We'll figure something out.

[HORN HONKS]

Ten-thirty.

Are you expecting company?

No. Just you.

I got my shoes on, I'll go.

It's the peninsula. It's probably

someone has the wrong address.

- Back in a jiff.

- There's an umbrella by the front door.

Thank you.

Hi, can I help you?

Hey... Uh, wow. Heh.

I'm sorry to bother you,

but I think we have the wrong house.

I'm looking for 2811 Lonepine Road.

Yeah, this is Oakwood.

Lonepine's back a couple of miles.

You needed to turn left at the fork.

[BLOWS]

- Oh. Great, thanks. You're a lifesaver.

- Cheers!

[GASPS]

[III]

[CHLOE SCREAMS]

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

[BEEPS]

[PANTING]

[ALICE GASPING]

What are you doing?

One less thing to worry about.

I thought we agreed no one gets hurt.

Well, maybe when you raise the capital

to assemble your own bloody crew...

you can manage them as you see fit.

WOMAN:

911, what's your emergency?

A shooting. Someone shot my friend.

- Oh, my God.

- You said someone shot your friend?

- Y es, they "gust shot her."

- Who shot her? Are they still there?

It was a man in a mask.

There's other ways to do things, man.

This isn't going to be a problem, is it?

Jesus Christ.

Good man.

- What about a home security system?

- It's on.

I have your address

as 2811 Oakwood Drive.

- Is that correct?

- Yeah.

I'm notifying local police,

we'll have someone there soon.

God, please hurry.

Send somebody, please!

Please stay on. Don't hang up.

The security company's on the other line.

Tell them what's going on

and that we've already notified police.

You hang in there,

everything's going to be okay.

(JR-ay-

[PHONE BEEPS]

- This is Liz, my system shows...

- There's somebody outside my house.

- This is Liz, my system shows...

- There's somebody outside my house.

They shot my friend.

Um...

- I'm sorry, can I grab your password?

- What?

- Your password.

- What password?

You gave it to the sales rep

when you subscribed.

Forget the stupid password!

Somebody just shot my friend in the head,

do you understand?!

Uh...

Okay. Okay, just, um...

Guys, I need help over here.

I need help!

MIKE:
Liz.

Get up, honey.

- What's going on?

- It's okay.

Someone was shot.

I asked for her password.

She doesn't know.

I don't know what to do.

Nine-eight-nine. Transfer.

This is Mike Hewitt, Home Security.

You just told the dispatcher...

someone was shot, is that correct?

How many times do I have to say this?

There's a van in front of my house,

my friend went to check on it...

and they shot her.

They shot her in the head!

- "Did you ca" 911?

- Yes.

- Can you see the shooter?

- No. He was trying to get in.

- Please help, I have a child here.

- Okay.

Stay calm.

I'll check your security cameras.

- She's on the phone with security.

- Good. Secure the perimeter.

Okay. Take this down.

MIKE:
Okay, Ms. Paige?

There are three people outside.

What?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, what do they want?

What do we do?

- Do you have a safe room?

- No.

Okay, listen to me.

I need you to find

a place to hide quickly.

Do not go by the front door.

Do not go by the front door.

- Now.

- Okay.

Do you understand?

Stay away from the door.

CHLOE:
Oh, my God.

[BEEPS]

Ms. Paige? Ms. Pa...

Liz, get me a 20

on the responding officers...

and the direct line. Ms. Paige.

[III]

MIKE [IN DISTORTED VOICE]:

Ms. Paige.

Jacob! Come on, Jacob! Get up.

This is serious, come on!

That's how you're supposed

to blow the bloody doors off.

Hello.

MS. Paige?

CHLOE:
Mike, we're here.

- Okay.

Anybody home?

Where are you? Paging Ms. Paige.

[WHISPERING]

Oh, my God. They know my name.

Can you get to the kitchen side door?

- I think I can make it.

- Okay, go.

HEFLIN:
Where are you?

- Wait.

CHLOE:
Someone's coming!

HEFLIN:
Lovely beginning to a party,

don't you think, Ms. Paige?

Don't move. There's someone

approaching the side door.

HEFLIN:

Why don't you come put the kettle on?

I'm parched.

I need you to go

to the dining room now.

- We'll get you out through the basement.

- Okay.

Let's say you and I have a little chat,

shall we?

I promise I won't hurt the boy,

how does that sound?

Agreed?

Come on, don't be scared.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Oh, well, suit yourself.

[SIGHS]

[III]

[SPRAY PAINT HISSING]

[III]

Liz.

I want you to contact

the account's R.P...

and find Bess and tell her to get

the responding officers on the line.

- Which?

- Bess first, then R.P.

- Go.

- Okay.

Come here. Come here, get down.

Listen to me.

If for any reason we get separated,

go to the Johnsons' house...

and tell them what's going on,

but don't come back in this house.

- Do you understand me?

- Okay.

- Do you promise?

- I promise.

Okay-

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- Where the hell are the responders?

- I've been trying.

All the lines are busy,

I can't get through.

- Professionals.

- I know.

[BELL RINGING]

[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]

MAN 1 [ON RADIO]:

We're in World War III...

and it started longer than you think.

We could go on later,

we need to take a break.

MAN 2:

Okay, yeah, we do need to take a break.

This better be good,

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes