Panic Room Page #16

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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:

INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

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.

INT. PANIC ROOM - NIGHT

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.

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

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.

The doorbell RINGS again.

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.

IN THE PANIC ROOM,

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

see TWO UNIFORMED COPS.

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:

She's gonna handle it.

RAOUL:

She better.

INT. ENTRY FLOOR - NIGHT

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

the middle of the night to

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.

IN THE PANIC ROOM,

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.

Sarah sneaks up a hand and pushes a button -- "ALL PAGE."

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