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Panic Room Page #16
The shot successfully given, he pulls Sarah's sleeve back
down.
BURNHAM:
Feel better?
Sarah nods, and she seems better already. Burnham helps her
to sit up, to lean against the wall.
BURNHAM:
Woulda been a hell of a dad.
CUT TO:
A VOICE comes over the intercom in the master bedroom. It's
Raoul.
RAOUL (O.S.)
She's okay. Now sit down and wait.
He CLICKS off.
Meg is hugely relieved. And extremely pissed off. She goes
to the corner of the room and picks up the gun, the one that
Raoul dropped.
She heads downstairs.
Sparks fly as Burnham goes to work on the floor safe with a
small, specialized drill.
Raoul bends down next to him.
RAOUL:
Congratulations. You saved her life
for ten minutes.
Burnham looks up at him -- what? But Raoul turns and walks
away.
Burnham goes back to work.
Meg is in the living room, with Harris, who is still slouched
in the chair. He's in awful shape, barely conscious.
Out of the silence, a sudden, deafening sound.
The DOORBELL.
Her eyes go wide. She darts a look over to the door (the one
that leads to the stoop, not the bloody kitchen door
downstairs), then back at Harris.
HARRIS:
Police.
MEG:
(gasps)
You called the police?
He nods.
HARRIS:
You... scared...
Sh*t. This is exactly what she prayed for him to do, now
it's the worst thing that could happen.
She stands, thinking, desperate. She walks toward the door,
stops, thinks some more.
She comes up with a plan. She goes back to where Harris is
in the chair, pulls the chair back a few feet, out of view of
the door. She puts the gun in his lap, puts his hand over it
to steady it.
She leans down, WHISPERS to him.
MEG:
Don't. Say. A word.
He nods.
Meg takes a breath, walks across the foyer, tousling her hair
as she goes.
Raoul is staring at the monitors, aghast.
RAOUL:
Holy sh*t... holy sh*t...
Burnham races over, looks over his shoulder. One monitor
covers the front stoop, and on that monitor they can clearly
RAOUL:
She's f***in' crazy, she killed the
kid! She just killed her own kid!
BURNHAM:
It's not her fault, it's not her
fault, the guy must have called
them. Look, look, look, she's
telling us.
He points to another monitor, the one in the foyer, where Meg
is looking up at the camera, miming to them -- don't worry,
I'll take care of this.
BURNHAM:
RAOUL:
She better.
Meg's shaking hand rises up to the doorknob and pulls open
the big front door. On the stoop, the two Cops turn to look
at her. She acts as if she's just been awakened. She looks
it, too, still in T-shirt and boxer shorts. The wind is
gusty and cold outside.
MEG:
Yeah?
COP 1
Everything okay?
MEG:
Huh?
COP 2
Are you all right?
MEG:
What are you guys -- what time is
it?
COP 1
'Bout four o'clock.
MEG:
I don't get it.
COP 2
We got a call...
Cop 1 looks at him. Cop 2 stops talking.
MEG:
Somebody called you?
COP 1
Can we come in?
MEG:
What do you want?
COP 1
We'd like to come in.
MEG:
No, you can't come in.
COP 2
Are you okay?
MEG:
I'm fine.
COP 1
Can we come in?
MEG:
Stop asking me that. I'm fine. Who
called you?
COP 1
You don't look so good.
MEG:
You wake me out of a sound sleep at
four in the morning and then tell me
I look like hell? Of course I look
like hell, you don't look so hot
yourself, Jack. I'm freezing here,
thank you for checking, can I go?
Cop 1 studies her, notices the burned sleeve of her T-shirt,
the black smudges still on her face.
COP 1
Your husband says you said "There
are three..." right before you got
cut off.
MEG:
Oh, that phone call...
Cop 1 takes a step forward and lowers his voice to just above
a whisper, unconsciously making her lean forward in order to
hear him.
COP 1
Ma'am, if there's something you want
to say to us right now that maybe
you can't say to us right now, maybe
you just want to make a signal, by
blinking a few times, something like
that.
She just looks at him. Wow, this guy's intuitive. She is
sorely tempted. But she can't.
COP 1
That's something you could do.
Safely.
She thinks, thinks --
-- and burst out laughing.
MEG:
Man, you are good! You mean, like,
if somebody was in the house or
something? That's great, they
really train you guys these days,
don't they?
Cop 1 looks at her, not sure if he believes her or not.
MEG:
No. I'm fine. Cross my heart.
Cop 2 turns to go, but Cop 1 lingers.
COP 1
May I ask what the rest of that
sentence was going to be?
MEG:
(stalling)
Huh?
COP 1
The sentence that started "There are
three." What was the rest?
Pause. She stares at him.
MEG:
Okay, look. My husband and I just
broke up. It's my first night in
the new house, and I was feeling a
little lonely and a little drunk.
The sentence, if you insist on
knowing, was going to be "There are
three things I'll do for you if you
come over right now and get in bed
with me."
Cop 2 stifles a laugh.
MEG:
But thank God I came to my senses
before I said all that and hung up
instead, so nobody would ever know
what I was thinking, unless, of
course, two policemen showed up in
interrogate me about it.
That was good. Cop 1 is embarrassed. Cop 2 thinks it's
funny.
COP 2
You want her to show you which three
things, Rick, or should we just go?
Cop 1 looks at Meg, a long look, he holds it for one last
moment, trying to read her mind.
ON THE MONITORS,
we see the video image of the Cops as they turn and head away
down the front steps. Meg closes the doors, looks up into a
camera, right at us.
Burnham and Raoul breathe a sigh of relief.
Burnham goes back to work on the safe. He's making progress.
Raoul looks at Sarah. Stares actually. He's thinking too.
Bad thoughts. He moves over, crouches down next to Burnham.
RAOUL:
She saw my face. The kid too.
Sarah overhears that. She raises her head, alarmed. Burnham
turns, looks over at her, and she just gets her head back
down in time. Burnham and Raoul close themselves off, for a
private conversation.
Sarah edges closer. She overhears a fragment.
BURNHAM:
That's your problem.
RAOUL:
That's their problem.
Sarah is terrified. Doesn't know what to do. She looks to
her immediate left, sees the intercom panel. She edges
closer.
BURNHAM:
Let me f***ing finish this so we can
get out of here.
RAOUL:
You finish. Then we finish.
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