Panic Room Page #19

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Burnham stops, sags to his knees. He reaches into his

jacket, pulls out the loose stack of bonds.

He fans them out, stares down at them, holds them like

playing cards.

BURNHAM:

Monster hand.

Behind him, the front door CRACKS open, half a dozen COPS

appear and start SHOUTING, all at once. Burnham tosses the

bonds to the floor, the same gesture as folding a hand of

poker.

He GROANS and collapses, slowly, falling through the bonds,

twisting as he goes down. He SLAPS onto his back in the

foyer as the wind gusts through the open door, scoops the

bonds up off the floor, and blows them back into the house,

as if they were never meant to leave.

Burnham lies there on the floor, eyes open, staring up at the

ceiling, looking at the bonds that swirl in the blast of air,

suspended there, twisting and bucking and diving just over

his head as he dies.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. CENTRAL PARK - GREAT LAWN - DAY

The swirling bonds melt into swirling leaves, blowing in the

air over Central Park on a crisp fall day. The leaves float

down, over the Great Lawn, that massive expanse of grass we

saw in Meg's hallucination.

But on a day like this the Great Lawn's full of people,

throwing frisbees, playing football, lying there doing

nothing.

The leaves land on the grass next to Meg and Sarah, stretched

out on a blanket, a newspaper spread in front of them, open

to the ads.

Meg is on her back, arms folded behind her head, staring up

at the clouds.

Sarah is intent on the paper, circling the occasional ad.

SARAH:

I mean, uptown is close to Dad's

place, but somebody at school said

the Village is really cool, so... I

don't know, it's so great to be

close to the park and everything...

What do you think, I mean, give me a

clue, here, where are we gonna live?

Meg rolls over, props herself up on one elbow. She seems

years younger. She looks at Sarah, reaches out, brushes her

daughter's hair behind one ear.

She smiles. She is calm.

Behind her, a flock of pigeons takes off, leaping into the

clear autumn sky.

FADE OUT.

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