Intruders Page #2

Just one.

No.

Yes, just one.

No.

No, don't.

You don't need it.

I do.

That's pathetic.

Mia.

Mia, go to your room.

JOHN:
What is it? What's

the matter, sweetheart?

Mia, you've school

tomorrow, go.

John.

Come on, it's her birthday.

Are you okay, birthday girl?

I can't sleep.

Too much Coca-Cola?

It's not that.

No? What is it then?

Come on,

let's get you into bed.

Oh, I can see

you love my present.

Dad, I'm 12 years old.

Did you hear that?

Sorry, mate, I think you

should've stayed in the shop.

Looks like she is just a little

bit too grown-up for you.

Oh, yeah. She's wearing

lipstick and everything.

(CHUCKLES)

Come on,

you should try to sleep.

Good night, sweetheart.

I love you, Dad.

I love you, too.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(RAIN PATTERING)

One, two, three, four, five.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(ANTONIO SPEAKING SPANISH)

"He was a murderer

from the beginning,

and did not abide in the truth,

because there is

no truth in him.

If ye continue in my word,

then ye are

my disciples indeed.

And ye shall know the truth,

and the truth

will make you free."

Wait for us here.

We can do it here if you like.

You have to say, "Hail,

Mary, full of grace."

Hail, Mary, full of grace.

The Lord is with thee.

When was your last confession?

I don't know.

I don't remember.

That's okay.

Go ahead, tell me.

You needn't be ashamed.

The Lord is good

and always forgives us.

(JUAN SCREAMING)

Come on.

It can't be that bad.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(JUAN SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

Come on, Juan.

We're leaving.

(WELDING)

JOHN:
No, no, no.

Keep going.

Sorry, mate.

(SIGHS)

Come on, you.

Concentrate.

You've gotta get

all that done by today.

You're the boss.

(NUT CLINKS)

(YELLS)

FRANK:
Help!

Help!

Help!

(ALARM BLARING)

Please, mate, hurry,

I'm gonna fall!

John, help!

I can't hold on. Come on,

John, hurry up, mate!

Hurry up, I'm gonna

f***ing let it go.

Hold on!

John!

FRANK:
(ECHOING)

John! I'm going to fall!

JOHN:
Frank!

Frank! Frank!

(DOOR CREAKING)

(MOTORBIKE REVVING ON TV)

Dad?

(GASPS) Jesus.

You scared the life out of me!

Are you okay, sweetheart?

What's the matter?

I had a nightmare.

What was it about?

Come, Mia.

Come on, let's go back to bed.

You have school tomorrow.

What if the nightmare

comes back?

Come on.

Dad, where are we going?

Come on, it's fine.

(CRACKLES)

JOHN:
Sh*t.

Dad.

Why are you standing

out there? Come on.

(SIGHING) What are you doing?

Yes, got it.

Do you remember this?

The anti-nightmare book!

Dad, this is ridiculous.

Come on. Come and sit down.

Haven't read this in ages.

Come on.

(SIGHS)

Now, which one shall we read?

That one.

This one?

Okay. So...

"if a big red devil with big

teeth and claws comes to you

"and tries to squeeze you in its

jaws, just light it up and say..."

Dad.

Oh, you're

too grown... "Boo!"

(BOTH LAUGHING)

"And you'll see it's just a shadow

and you can see it through."

See, monsters are cowards.

If you stand up to them,

they run away.

Not this one.

This one's different.

They're all the same.

All cowards.

And you know

they'd never dare come

into this house if

they know I'm here.

But he's already inside.

What do you mean?

Where?

I don't know.

I think he spies on me

when I'm asleep.

I know he's there.

Right.

Now,

to kill a monster, you

have to enter their story.

See, they think

you're gonna run away,

but if you enter their story,

they're screwed.

So...

Now, there's something missing.

Ah! Perfect.

Wow! There he is.

There's our monster.

So,

you think you're scary, huh?

Now, listen, mate.

It's the end of the road.

We've had enough.

You cannot keep bothering

my daughter at night.

Okay, stand back.

(CLICKS)

JOHN:
Whoa.

Look at him go.

Wow.

Basketball face, go.

(LAUGHING) Look at his face.

(JOHN LAUGHING)

Ooh.

Spooky.

He looks so angry.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(LAUGHS)

(BOTH RASPING)

What the hell are you doing?

Are you crazy?

What is this?

Mia, go to your room.

It's all right.

We were just playing.

What do you mean "playing"? You

could have burned the house down.

She had a nightmare.

We were just getting rid of it.

What do you mean

"getting rid of it"?

What do you mean?

What is this?

Sue. It was a game.

Throw this thing away before

it stinks up the whole house.

(DOOR SLAMS CLOSED)

(CAT MEOWING)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(RAIN PATTERING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(HOLLOWFACE RASPING)

(GASPS)

(CLOAK FLUTTERING)

(HOLLOWFACE RASPING)

(CLOAK FLUTTERING)

(RASPING CONTINUES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GASPS)

(GASPS)

Mommy!

(WINDOWS RATTLING)

(WIND BLOWING)

Mommy!

Juan...

It's okay, sweetie.

There, there.

It's over.

(SHUSHING)

Please, come in.

Juan.

Juan.

Father Antonio is

here to see you.

(ANTONIO SPEAKING)

He doesn't seem

to have a fever.

Hi, Juan.

My name is Antonio.

Do you remember me?

Look.

I brought your toy.

I'll leave it here, okay?

(SIGHS)

Your mother says you're

having trouble sleeping.

Go away.

Why do you say that?

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

I had nightmares

at your age too.

They aren't nightmares.

(ANTONIO SPEAKING)

What are you scared of?

Witches?

No such thing.

And the bogeyman

isn't real either.

My parents told me about him

so I'd finish my dinner.

It's just a story.

You needn't be

afraid of stories.

Here's what we'll do:

You tell me what

you're scared of,

and I'll tell you

what scares me, okay?

I have a friend I talk to

every day who I can't see.

I'm scared...

my friend won't answer me.

That I'll talk to him

and he won't say anything.

Now it's your turn.

What are you scared of?

(WHISPERING)

Hollowface.

(WHISPERING)

Who is Hollowface?

(SWITCH CLICKING)

Mia, what's the matter?

What is it?

What's wrong?

Tell me.

He's here.

He's inside.

No, come on, sweetheart.

There's nobody here,

it's just you and me.

Look.

Daddy, look.

(DOOR CREAKING)

(BULB SHATTERS)

Mia, get out.

(YELLS)

Get out!

(JOHN GRUNTING)

(MIA SCREAMS)

Dad!

(MIRROR SHATTERING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SCREAMING)

Dad!

Dad!

Help me!

(SCREAMING)

(LOUD BANGING) John!

John, what's going on?

JOHN:
Call the police!

Call the police!

(MUFFLED WHIMPERING)

Please.

Just let her go.

Don't hurt her.

(GROANS)

My God! Sweetheart,

are you okay?

Are you okay?

(SOBBING)

What's going on?

JOHN:
There was a f***ing

man in the room.

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

Are you okay?

Are You okay? Baby...

It's okay, it's okay.

Awful business.

JOHN:
I think he must've

come in through the window.

I chased after him,

but he'd gone.

Did you see his face? Could

you give us a description?

It was dark.

He had a hood on.

Get that to forensics, George.

Now, once an intruder

has been seen,

he very rarely comes back.

We'll get him.

Don't worry, Mr Farrow.

Thank you.

(CAR STARTS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

He said not to worry. He said

he definitely won't come back.

It's okay.

(DOOR CLOSES)

You sit down here, lovely.

Has she said anything?

What do you want her to say?

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