Panic Room Page #3
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
In the master bathroom, Meg soaks in a bath. She is
exhausted. She reaches for her wine glass, finishes the last
of it.
She stretches for the bottle, which is on the floor next to
her. She refills the glass. Again.
Meg, dressed in an old Knicks T-shirt and boxer shorts,
stands next to the alarm panel in the master bedroom, reading
from an instruction manual. She's frustrated. She mutters,
slurring, a bit drunk.
MEG:
Bypass non-ready zones... shunt,
enter, zone number...
She tries it, pushing a few buttons, but the alarm panel
BEEPS at her disapprovingly. She's doing something wrong.
She sighs, sits on the floor, gets serious about figuring out
the instructions.
MEG:
Bypass non-ready zones... ah, shunt,
enter, shunt again, zone number...
wait...
HER FINGERS:
dance over the alarm panel, some time later. She seems to
have figured it out, and a small light on the panel lights
up.
SYSTEM ARMED:
The very moment the red light goes on, we cut sharply to --
-- the darkened panic room, where the dozen small video
screens all suddenly wink to life, showing a dozen views of
the house. Whatever she pushed turned these on too, probably
not what she meant to do, but at least she got the alarm on
for the night.
The door that leads from the panic room to the master bedroom
hangs open. In the middle of the floor in here, somebody has
made a small tent of blankets and couch cushions. Sarah must
have been playing here before bed.
Meg puts sheets on her bed in the master bedroom.
She fills a glass of water, puts it on a box she's using for
a night table.
She plugs in a battery charger for her cell phone, places the
phone in the cradle. It BEEPS. "Charging."
She sets the digital clock, puts it next to the glass of
water. It's 12:
26.She gets in bed, her side, the left side.
She lies in the dark, half an acre of empty bed across from
her.
We drift off her, see the clock again. The time changes, the
number one dissolves away, changing the time to --
DISSOLVE TO:
-- 2:
26. Meg is in a hard, boozy sleep. We drift out thedoor of the master bedroom, into the third floor hallway, and
down the open stairwell. We glide through the entry floor,
still gently falling through the stairwell's airway, dropping
even further, all the way down to the kitchen floor, the
ground floor.
We drift across the darkened kitchen, serpentine through the
canyon of moving boxes, approach the window that looks out on
the street.
We move right up against the window, peer through the glass
just as --
-- a van pulls up across the street and stops. Can't see
through its windows. No movement for a moment, then the
driver's door opens and a MAN climbs out. He wears dark
clothes.
The Man closes the door, looks both ways, and starts across
the street towards us. He's carrying a bag of some kind.
He goes to the door, and we drift down toward the doorknob.
We hear a key slide into the door, rattle.
But the lock doesn't turn. The key slides out, back in
again, jiggles. Still won't open the door.
The Man steps away from the door, goes to the kitchen window,
which is heavily barred, and peers inside, right at us.
Can't see anything, it's darker in here than it is out there.
He turns, looks both ways on the street again, then steps up,
onto the window ledge. Now we can only see his legs, can't
tell what he's doing. He's reaching up, stretching for
something. It drops into view with a metallic SCRAPE.
The fire escape.
The Man climbs, his feet disappearing from our field of
vision.
We turn around, facing the other way in the kitchen. We
start back the way we came, through the canyon of boxes in
the kitchen, toward the stairwell.
INT. STAIRWELL - NIGHT
Back in the stairwell, the exact reverse of the shot we saw
earlier. We're drifting up, off the kitchen floor, through
the entry floor, and as we rise we notice something all the
way up on the roof that we couldn't see before, when we were
looking down.
A skylight. We continue to rise, drawn toward it. We move
up, through the master bedroom floor, creeping up alongside
the stair banister, now reaching the top floor of the house,
and just as we near the skylight --
-- a figure appears, visible through it. The Man in dark
clothes, on the roof now. He stops, peers down through the
skylight, looking at us without seeing us again.
He steps across the skylight. This is not the way he intends
to enter. We drift again, following his soft footsteps on
the roof, which we can hear faintly through the ceiling.
Here in the hall, just outside Sarah's bedroom, a closet door
is ajar. We squeeze through the gap and into the closet.
IN THE CLOSET,
it's completely dark. Can't see a thing. But then a sliver
of light appears, coming from above. We look up.
There is a ladder that's bolted to the wall in this closet,
it leads up to a square panel in the ceiling.
Roof access. And that roof access panel is moving, ever so
slightly, moonlight spilling in as it twists in its setting.
A shiny silver something slides through the crack along the
edges of the portal.
It slithers along the edge of the hatchway, searching for
something. It finds a small round nub in the crack. The
silver something stops. It HUMS with electricity for a
moment, then there is a bright spark and a soft CRACK.
In the master bedroom, a message appears on the alarm panel:
ZONE 19 DISABLED
INT. CLOSET - NIGHT
In the closet, the silver something withdraws and the roof
access panel is removed. A million stars are visible in the
night sky above. But we're inside.
And in a moment, so is this intruder. The Man peers down,
through the open hatchway, then slips through the opening and
climbs silently down the ladder.
In bed, Meg stirs. An alcohol sleep is a restless one, and
she's suffering.
She sits up groggily, chugs a glass of water. Lies down
again.
INT. FOURTH FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT
One floor up, the Man steps into the hallway and starts for
the stairs, moving quickly and confidently. Knows where he's
going, knows what he wants. He starts down the stairs,
happens to glance to the side as he does so.
He freezes. He's looking in the open doorway of the top
floor bathroom, staring hard at something that clearly
disturbs him.
A nightlight. Plugged into an outlet in the baseboard in the
bathroom. (For the record, it's the Power Puff Girls.) The
Man climbs the stairs again, concerned, goes to the door of
the bathroom. He looks from the nightlight to the
countertop.
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