Signs Page #17

Graham looks at an illustration of a small, bulbous headed

figure shaking hands with a bearded human.

MORGAN:

Or the other reason... They're

hostile. They've used up the resources

on their planet and are looking to

harvest our planet next.

Morgan turns the page. There is a picture of a house. A space

ship is hovering over the home shooting laser beams at it.

Beat.

GRAHAM:

Looks a little like our house doesn't

it?

Morgan and Bo lean in closer to look at the picture. Beat.

BO:

The same windows.

MORGAN:

(soft)

That's weird.

The three of them study the picture of the house. It's on

fire. Their eyes move to the front yard. There are three

bodies lying dead on the front lawn. Two are children.

THE PHONE RINGS.

The children SCREAM and cling to their father. THEIR SCREAMS

DIE DOWN. The PHONE RINGS again. Graham gets up. He closes

the book.

GRAHAM:

That's enough from Dr. Bimboo for

now. Everybody in this house needs

to calm down and eat some fruit or

something.

Graham steps out into the hallway. He tucks the book under

his arm and picks up the phone.

PHONE VOICE:

Father.

THROUGH THE PHONE WE HEAR SUDDEN SCUFFLING, A CHAIR SQUEAL

AGAINST THE FLOOR and then the phone disconnects.

GRAHAM:

Hello?

NOTHING BUT DEAD AIR. Graham looks at the receiver and then

slowly hangs it up.

Graham walks down the hall to a small window.

The window looks down the driveway and out onto the road.

Graham stares into the distance. About a half-mile away we

see the TIP OF A HOUSE. Graham gazes at it for a beat.

CUT TO:

INT. FRONT HALL - DAY

Graham comes down the stairs with his overcoat on. He moves

to the closet door and knocks on it before opening it.

Merrill looks up from the television.

GRAHAM:

I'm going out for a few minutes. No

one leaves this house. No one.

Merrill nods.

MERRILL:

Where are you going?

GRAHAM:

Ray Reddy's house.

Graham starts down the hall. Merrill steps out of the closet

for the first time. He looks down the hall shocked.

MERRILL:

Why?

Graham unlocks the front door.

GRAHAM:

I think he just called here.

CUT TO:

INT. CHILDREN'S BEDROOM - DAY

BLUE SKY -- OUR VIEW MOVES OVER CLOUDS. WE ARE LOOKING THROUGH

SOME KIND OF LENS.

BO (O.S.)

You don't think something bad will

happen do you Morgan?

Morgan pulls his eye away from the telescope that is set up

on the window seat in his room.

MORGAN:

Why, you got one of your feeling

again?

Bo nods, "Yes."

MORGAN:

Is it bad?

Bo nods, "Yes" slowly.

MORGAN:

If it does, I won't let anything bad

happen to you.

Bo hugs Morgan tight.

BO:

(soft)

I don't want you to die.

MORGAN:

Who said I was going to die?

Bo keeps hugging Morgan.

MORGAN:

Who said I was going to die?

Beat. Morgan peels Bo's arms off of him.

MORGAN:

Come on Bo. I need to keep a look

out.

Bo lets go. Morgan puts his eye to the eyepiece of the

telescope.

CUT TO:

EXT. REDDY HOUSE - DAY

A mailbox reads "R. Reddy."

There is a gray and white house at the end of the quarter

mile driveway. We saw the roof of this house from the Hess

hallway window.

Graham stands at the front door and RINGS THE DOORBELL AGAIN.

Beat. Graham tries to look inside. Curtains block his view.

Graham walks around the porch. Turns the corner of the house.

He looks in a side window.

THE VIEW THROUGH THE WINDOW IS OF A KITCHEN. THE KITCHEN

CHAIRS ARE ON THEIR SIDE. THE KITCHEN TABLE ITSELF, IS UPSIDE

DOWN, LEANING AGAINST A CLOSED DOOR. THE ROOM IS TOTALLY

WRECKED.

Graham stands straight up. He looks around nervously. He

takes two steps back towards the front of the house and the

safety of his station wagon before he notices the GREEN TRUCK

parked to the side of the house.

There is someone sitting in it.

CUT TO:

EXT. REDDY DRIVEWAY - DAY

The passenger side window of the truck is open. Graham steps

up to it and looks inside. The thin man with the leather

jacket, we saw in town, sits behind the wheel. He stares out

the windshield. He is covered in sweat.

GRAHAM:

Hello Ray.

RAY REDDY doesn't look over. Doesn't react. Keeps staring.

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