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She swallows. She grabs Sarah by the face.
MEG:
Okay, listen, honey, you went double
digit here, you must have been
shooting out adrenaline like crazy,
we gotta bring your blood sugar back
up, okay? Can you hear me?
SARAH:
I'm dizzy, not deaf.
MEG:
excellent sign. Did you see any
sugar in here? Any candy bars,
anything sweet?
SARAH:
Huh uh.
MEG:
Okay, you just gotta calm yourself
down, that's all, just stay calm and
your adrenaline will go back to
normal and you'll be fine.
SARAH:
What if I keep dropping?
MEG:
Not an option.
SARAH:
What if I do?
In the bedroom, Junior has had enough.
JUNIOR:
We're leaving.
RAOUL:
The hell we are.
BURNHAM:
Hey man, after all we went through I
am not walking out when we're this
close.
JUNIOR:
Close? Are you insane? We're
nowhere near close! F*** this, I'll
make an anonymous phone call on
Monday, they'll find the floor safe,
and I'll inherit the sh*t. Little
piece of it, anyway, it's better
than nothing.
BURNHAM:
What about us?
Junior thinks, then pulls out his wallet. He thrusts a
fistful of bills at them.
JUNIOR:
Here. For your time.
They both just stare at him.
JUNIOR:
Neither one of them moves to take it. Junior shurgs, drops
it on the floor.
JUNIOR:
Suit yourself.
RAOUL:
Nobody leaves.
JUNIOR:
Observe.
He heads for the door, expecting Raoul to block him, but as
-- Raoul just steps out of the way. Junior passes through
and heads for the stairs.
BURNHAM:
We're not leaving. I'm getting in
that room, and I'm opening that
safe.
JUNIOR:
Lookin' doubtful there, Big Guy, but
ten out of ten for attitude.
And he disappears, down the stairs, Burnham still pleading
with him.
Meg rifles the foodstuffs that are stored in the room.
Sarah, in the corner, is starting to tremble.
SARAH:
What if I spazz out?
MEG:
(forced calm)
No biggie, we've been through it a
dozen times, I just jab you with the
Glucogen.
Pause. She keeps looking.
SARAH:
Where is the Glucogen?
MEG:
Oh, you know, it's uh... it's in the
little fridge in your room.
SARAH:
(pause)
I'm sorry, Mom.
MEG:
Hey, quit apologizing, you're
starting to sound like Grandma.
You're not gonna have an attack.
Okay?
SARAH:
Okay.
She lays back, oddly passive, her lips changing color. She
stares at the monitors.
Junior strides into the living room, purposefully. He tosses
some tools into his duffel bag and heads for the stairs down
to the kitchen. Burnham is behind him.
BURNHAM:
Would you wait? Would you please
just wait a minute?
But Junior heads down. Burnham follows. Raoul is just
coming down from upstairs.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Junior reaches the door of the kitchen, tries to open it,
realizes it's screwed shut. He takes out a screwdriver and
starts unscrewing the screws. Burnham stops at the stairway.
BURNHAM:
You walk out that door and you lose
your share of the money.
JUNIOR:
Yeah, whatever.
BURNHAM:
I mean it!
JUNIOR:
Adios.
He gets the last screw out, throws open the door, and BLAST
of wind gusts in, it's a blustery night out there, he takes a
step into the doorway --
-- and with a quiet PFFFT from right behind Burnham, a bullet
whizzes across the kitchen and hits Junior in the back of the
head. He crumples, right in the open kitchen doorway.
Burnham SHOUTS incoherently and turns. Raoul is standing
there, two steps up, a silencer twisted onto the barrel of
his gun.
RAOUL:
Nobody leaves.
Sarah is staring at the video monitors, eyes wide. She
raises one trembling finger, points at the kitchen monitor,
tries to mouth the words, can't.
Meg looks up.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Burnham is freaking out, but trying to stay calm.
BURNHAM:
Oh God... oh, my God...
Raoul walks past him calmly, grabs Junior by the ankles, and
drags him back into the house. He turns, looks at Burnham,
whose jaw is dropped in horror.
RAOUL:
You should see the look on your
face.
BURNHAM:
The f*** did you do that for?!
RAOUL:
F***in' a**hole, thinks he knows me.
Drives his German car up to 125th
Street a couple of times, buys a few
rounds, thinks he's a tough guy,
thinks he knows me.
(to the corpse)
You don't know one thing about me!
While Burnham stares down at the body in shock and Raoul
stares at Burnham, his back to the outside, a small, thin
VOICE comes from the still-open doorway.
VOICE:
What the h --
They turn. A man, fiftyish, stands there in hastily thrown
on clothes, staring down at the dead body in mute shock.
Meg, watching the monitors with Sarah, GASPS as she sees the
man, whose name is HARRIS. While she and Sarah watch --
ON THE MONITORS,
-- they see the silent image of Harris, set upon by Raoul,
who grabs him roughly and drags him inside. Burnham hurries
to the door --
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
-- and SLAMS it shut. He puts his back to it, thinking,
terrified, things are spinning out of control, fast.
Raoul, in the middle of the kitchen floor, is venting some
more of his rage on Harris, whom he has hurled to the floor.
He lands a solid boot in the side of Harris's head, leaving
him GROANING in pain, completely disoriented.
Harris rolls groggily into the spreading pool of blood coming
from underneath Junior.
BURNHAM:
Stop it! Stop it!
RAOUL:
(turning on him)
Who's the clown now? Huh?! Who's
the f***ing clown now?!
He pulls his gun, shoves it into Burnham's eye, hard, we can
hear the faint SIZZLE of skin burning.
BURNHAM:
Me. I am.
RAOUL:
That's right.
BURNHAM:
Burning me. It's burning my eye.
RAOUL:
I have the gun.
BURNHAM:
Yes.
RAOUL:
Remember that.
BURNHAM:
Please...
Raoul pulls the gun back, just an inch. The skin around
Burnham's eye is an angry red. His eyes dart, strain to look
over at Harris, MOANING on the floor. And at Junior, dead.
BURNHAM:
What? What do you want me to do?
RAOUL:
What do you think? Get us into that
room.
BURNHAM:
I can't.
Raoul pushes the gun barrel back into Burnham's eye socket.
RAOUL:
You can. You're full of ideas. You
just need to squeeze one out.
BURNHAM:
I can't...
RAOUL:
You got till the count of three.
Then you end up like him.
He tilts his head over to Junior, whose brains are spreading
out on the kitchen floor.
RAOUL:
One. Squeeze.
BURNHAM:
This is ridiculous...
RAOUL:
Two. Squeeze harder.
BURNHAM:
I can't just...
RAOUL:
Th --
BURNHAM:
Okay, okay! Okay.
RAOUL:
You got an idea?
BURNHAM:
Yeah. Yeah, I got an idea. I gotta
check something.
Raoul GRUNTS, satisfied. Pulls the gun back. Burnham slides
away, shaking. He bends down, to the floor. He looks at
Harris's left hand. At his index finger.
He sees a white strip of skin, where Harris wore his wedding
ring, until recently.
CUT TO:
Harris, still semi-conscious, is hurled against the metal
door of the panic room. He collapses at its base. Burnham,
bends down next to him.
BURNHAM:
Okay, look. I know you can hear me.
Your wife and kid are in there.
You're gonna get 'em to come out.
Or --
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