Panic Room Page #13

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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:

Hey, she's still a smart ass,

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?

INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

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:

Five hundred bucks here.

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

he draws close --

-- 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.

INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT

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.

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

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.

INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT

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.

INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT

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:

INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

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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