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Panic Room Page #9
Directly underneath the vent, Meg is hunched up against the
wall, her arm around Sarah.
She sniffs.
Again.
Sarah sniffs.
They look at each other.
She looks up. Sees the streamers floating above her.
She leaps to her feet, steps up onto a shelf, and stretches
her nose toward the streamers. Just as she does --
Near the tank, Raoul shoves Burnham out of the way.
RAOUL:
We ain't playin', here.
He cranks the valve handle of the grill open all the way.
The gas pours into the hose with an audible WHOOSH.
Meg, at the vent, falls back, two lungfuls of propane, and
drops to her knees on the floor.
SARAH:
What, what, what is it?!
MEG:
On the floor! Get on the floor!
Now Sarah coughs. The gas is pouring into the room.
Raoul is standing guard over the tank, to make sure no one
messes with the valve.
BURNHAM:
Look, don't be stupid...
Junior has his head pressed against the door to the panic
room, trying to hear any sounds from within.
JUNIOR:
Be quiet.
BURNHAM:
We're trying to scare them, not kill
them!
JUNIOR:
They're coughing.
BURNHAM:
They're gonna die in there!
JUNIOR:
Nobody is gonna die, man, will you
please have the balls to follow
through with a good idea? Think
about it, what would you do if you
were them, stay in there and choke
to death, or come out?! Huh? We're
just getting them to come out for
forty-five minutes, forty-five
f***ing minutes! The worst that's
gonna happen is they pass out, we
drag 'em out here into the fresh
air, and they'll be fine.
BURNHAM:
Junior, you gigantic idiot, how are
we supposed to get into the room if
they pass out?
JUNIOR:
Cut it back a little bit.
RAOUL:
No f***ing way.
JUNIOR:
He's right, we can't get into the
room if they're dead!
Meg and Sarah are down on the floor, rags covering their
mouths, trying like crazy to filter the air, but it's not
working. Sarah is crawling around the base of the wall, near
to where she was before, clawing at the strange portal thing
again.
Finally, she finds a small metal handle, folded back into the
clover-leaf seal on the portal. She unfolds it, twists it.
The portal cranks open, revealing it to be at the end of a
tube, about a foot long, an emergency ventilation source
directly through to the exterior of the house. She bends
down and looks through it. It's covered by a metal mesh at
the opposite end, but she can see and smell the outside
through it.
She sits up, gestures to her mother to bend down next to her.
She does, and they both jam their mouths up near the end of
the tube, gulping fresh air greedily.
Meg looks at Sarah, good job, and they both drop to the floor
at the portal and suck air. It's temporary, but it works.
In the master bedroom, the debate has turned physical.
Burnham lunges across the room at Raoul, to get his hands on
the valve, to turn off the gas. But Raoul catches him and
hurls him aside.
Burnham SLAMS into the wall, bounces off and SCREAMS at
Raoul, who SCREAMS right back. Junior leaps into the middle,
trying to break it up, to get them to shut up, keep their
voices down.
It's bedlam.
In the panic room, Meg knows this can't go on forever. She
turns away from the portal, looks up at the vent, where the
streamers still stream.
She looks to the other side of the room, to where Sarah found
the waterproof matches and lighters.
She thinks. Takes a deep lungful of fresh air from the tube
and crawls over to the lighters. She selects one, snatches
up a screwdriver.
Sarah looks at her, has a vague idea of what she's thinking,
but can't believe it. She shakes her head vehemently.
In response, Meg picks up two or three of the fireproof
blankets and piles them over Sarah, right up to her
disbelieving eyes. She bends down, takes another gulp of
air. but she's getting woozy. This can't go on much longer.
She staggers across the room, hoists herself back up onto the
shelf she stood on before, and gets right up next to the
vent. Holding her breath to avoid breathing the toxic gas,
she unscrews the vent cover.
The duct is wide enough to put your arm in. She reaches in,
past a bundle of multicolored wires that run down through the
wall. She reaches all the way in, lighter in hand.
INSIDE THE DUCT,
we see her hand crawl in, lighter clenched between her
fingers. She raises a thumb to the flint wheel, cranks it
once.
Too slow. Not even a spark.
Her hand shakes. She tries again. Still no spark. But with
the effort and the angle, when she thumbs the lighter it
makes her hand twitch, banging up against the sides of the
duct with a hollow BOOM.
Burnham turns abruptly.
He turns around. They all freeze, listening. He hears it
again. The hollow BOOM, coming from inside the wall. Now a
third time.
He walks forward, slowly, toward the wall.
BOOM.
He moves closer, gets right up next to the wall. He leans
into the wall, putting his ear right up next to the air duct.
This close, he hears the sound in more detail, realizes it's
two sounds.
SCRATCH. BOOM.
He arches an eyebrow.
INSIDE THE DUCT,
Meg's hand is trembling, tiring. She tries again, thumbs the
flint wheel. It SCRATCHES as it rolls, her hand twitches,
BOOMS against the side of the duct.
Still, the gas HISSES through.
Meg's face is turning color, she's running out of air. Her
feet tremble on the shelf, she's about to lose her footing.
INSIDE THE DUCT,
she tries again. SCRATCH. BOOM.
IN THE BEDROOM,
Burnham's eyes suddenly pop wide as he identifies the sound.
BURNHAM:
Oh.
He tears himself away from the wall --
INSIDE THE DUCT,
-- Meg's thumb tenses for one good hard turn --
IN THE BEDROOM,
-- Burnham leaps through the air, hurling himself toward the
propane tank --
INSIDE THE DUCT,
-- Meg cranks the wheel, a spark sparks, a flame flames, and
a hot blue cloud shoots out in two directions, one toward the
panic room, the other toward the bedroom.
Meg jumps off the shelf, throwing herself as far away from
the vent as she can, her arm engulfed by licking blue flame.
She drops to the floor of the room, covering her daughter's
body just as the entire ceiling of the panic room turns into
a lake of fire with a deafening WHOOMP. The fluorescent
light tubes EXPLODE, showering glass everywhere.
IN THE BEDROOM,
the blue flame shoots out of the wall, into the hose, through
the hose, backing up toward the tank.
Burnham CRUNCHES to the floor next to the tank, knocking the
other end of the hose away from the spigot just as the blue
flame erupts from the end of the hose.
The flame engulfs his entire body, his hair starts on fire,
his chest, his arms. Raoul lunges forward, Junior tears the
blankets from the bed and throws them over him, Burnham HOWLS
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