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Panic Room Page #11
They're trying to keep their voices down, but stray words
float up through the open stairwell -- words like "him" and
"warning" and "dangerous."
Burnham chews a fingernail. If only he could get closer. He
throws a look back at the door to the panic room. He looks
back out the bedroom door. Listening.
INT. FOYER - NIGHT
Junior and Raoul are huddled together in the foyer. They're
keeping their voices low, but their conversation is heated.
JUNIOR:
We're not gonna do anything about
him, he's fine.
RAOUL:
If you think I'm gonna let my half
of the fourteen million bucks slip
away because of --
JUNIOR:
"Half?" What did you, take a nap in
math class? Three people, three
shares, one third. Four point six
six six repeating.
RAOUL:
I'm just saying, the man is a
problem. And he's your problem.
Wasn't me idea to bring him along.
JUNIOR:
That's right, Raoul, it wasn't your
idea, none of this was your idea, it
was mine, it's my family we're
ripping off, it's my prick
grandfather who built that f***ing
room, it was my idea to get the
plans, I found the floor safe, and
it was my idea to ask a guy who
builds these rooms to help break
into one! Me, me, me, I, I, I, at
no point did I say "you" or Raoul,"
got it?
RAOUL:
He puts his hands on me again I'll
bury a slug in his ear.
JUNIOR:
No, you will not, because without
Burnham there's no way in hell we're
gonna get into that safe, so as far
as I'm concerned he can paint your
ass blue and run it up a flagpole
and you won't lay a finger on him,
you understand me?
RAOUL:
Don't take no tone of voice with me,
Homes.
JUNIOR:
What is this sh*t you're talking all
of a sudden? You're a bus driver,
"Homes," you live in Flatbush, so
please don't start spouting some
Elmore Leonard sh*t you just heard
because I saw that movie too,
Junior and Raoul are visible, still arguing in the foyer.
On the next monitor over, Burnham is visible, standing in the
master bedroom doorway, listening.
Meg is watching the monitors, thinking. She notices
something, sits forward abruptly, looking at the monitor that
covers the master bedroom. She squeezes right up close,
staring at the screen.
ON THE MONITOR,
we peer closely at the box next to her bed, the one she was
using for a night table. On top of the box, she sees the
charger for her cellular phone, sitting empty.
Meg sits back, eyes alive with an idea. If only she could
get to that phone, which must be still under the bed. She
looks back at the monitors, at Burnham lingering in the
doorway to the room.
MEG:
Damn.
She turns away from the monitors, to check on Sarah, who's
settled into a corner of the room, looking pale.
In the bedroom, Burnham is desperate. The argument
downstairs is entering round two, and he's got to hear what
they're saying.
He takes a few steps out of the bedroom --
INT. THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT
-- and comes into the hallway. He leans over the stairwell.
Where he's standing, he is directly under the camera that
covers the hallway --
ON THE MONITORS,
-- and can't be seen on the monitor that covers the hallway.
Meg turns back from Sarah, to look at the monitors again.
She see Burnham is no longer in the bedroom. And doesn't
appear to be in the hallway, either.
MEG:
Oh yes, yes...
ON THE MONITOR,
she sees Junior and Raoul in the foyer.
Meg sits back. That leaves Burnham unaccounted for.
MEG:
... the hell is he?
IN THE HALLWAY,
Burnham is still lingering under the camera.
Sarah has come forward to the monitors as well.
SARAH:
Do it.
MEG:
Yeah, but where's the third guy?
SARAH:
Not in the bedroom. Do it!
Meg goes to the door, raises a hand to the green "open"
button. Hesitates.
we see Burnham, lurking in the hallway, just about six feet
from the door to the panic room. Don't open that door!
Meg wipes sweat from her palm.
MEG:
If it looks like I can't get back,
just close the door.
SARAH:
No.
MEG:
Close it!
Sarah nods, looks back to the button.
IN THE HALLWAY,
a shouted CURSE rises up from downstairs. Burnham takes a
step toward the stairs.
ON THE MONITORS,
he suddenly appears, in the hallway.
Sarah sees it.
SARAH:
WAIT!
Meg freezes. She looks at the monitor, wide-eyed. Close
one.
IN THE HALLWAY,
Burnham can't take it anymore.
BURNHAM:
Oh, hell...
He turns and takes off down the stairs.
ON THE MONITORS,
Burnham flies down the stairs and appears in the foyer, next
to Junior and Raoul.
Meg and Sarah see all three men accounted for, downstairs.
SARAH:
GO GO GO!
Meg leaps up, runs to the door, and punches the green button.
The door begins to crank open, Meg slips through the gap
sideways before it's even all the way open. She darts across
the room --
-- slides to the floor next to the bed --
-- and flattens herself, reaching underneath it to get the
phone. Damn, that phone slid far, it's right in the middle,
wouldn't you know it.
IN THE FOYER,
the three men hear her footsteps, as one, they take off for
the stairs.
Meg continues to stretch, her fingers inches from the phone.
ON THE STAIRWELL,
feet race up toward her --
Meg's fingernails paw the phone, pull it closer to her. She
grabs it, stands --
IN THE HALLWAY,
the three men come off the stairs and race toward her, they
see her as she lunges across, toward the panic room, she
hurls herself through the door --
-- and Sarah SMACKS the red button. The steel door closes
with a deafening WHANG.
Safe.
IN THE ENTRYWAY,
the echo of the metallic WHANG reverberates through the
house.
In the panic room, Meg punches 9-1-1 on her cell phone with
trembling fingers.
The big empty charger cradle is in the foreground when the
three men burst into the room. Burnham stops in the middle
of the floor, turns in a frantic circle.
BURNHAM:
What'd she get, what'd she get,
what'd she get...
His eyes fall on the empty charger.
BURNHAM:
Cell phone.
JUNIOR:
Sh*t!
Meg raises the cell phone to her ear --
-- and gets a rapid busy signal.
MEG:
Oh, no. No, no, no no no no no...
She looks at the phone. It's showing just one signal bar,
and even that one is flashing on and off.
MEG:
Oh come on, come on, come on...
She walks around the room, raises the phone high and low,
trying crazily to find a signal.
But can't.
In the bedroom, Burnham stands just outside the door,
fingertips lightly resting on it, the ghost of a smile on his
face.
BURNHAM:
(softly)
I don't think we'll be talking on
our cell phone from in there...
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