
Signs Page #19
BOY WITH HAT:
Esta atras da garagem! Esta atras de
ai! Is behind!
THE BOY GESTURES TO THE GARAGE BUILDING. THE IMAGE SETTLES
BACK ON THE WINDOW. WE STARE AT THE NARROW ALLEY. THE IMAGE
ZOOMS A BIT. SEARCHES THE EDGE OF THE GARAGE BUILDING. THE
IMAGE STARTS WIDENING OUT.
THE KITCHEN ERUPTS WITH CHILDREN'S SCREAMS AS A LARGE NON-
HUMAN FIGURE MOVES FROM THE GARAGE BUILDING TO BEHIND THE
WALL. IT'S OUT OF SIGHT IN LESS THAN A SECOND.
Merrill is frozen like a statue. His mouth is open a little.
The closet FILLS WITH THE PANDEMONIA OF THE KITCHEN ON THE
VIDEO.
THE VIDEO IMAGE ON THE NEWS, PAUSES. BEAT. WE SEE IT REWIND.
WE SEE THE FIGURE ZIP BACK BEHIND THE GARAGE IN A FLICKER.
THE IMAGE ZOOMS A BIT. SEARCHES THE EDGE OF THE GARAGE
BUILDING. STARTS TO WIDEN OUT. THE KITCHEN STARTS TO FILL
WITH SCREAMS AS THE FIGURE APPEARS... THE IMAGE FREEZES.
THE NEWS HAS PAUSED THE VIDEOTAPE ON THE EXACT MOMENT THE
NON-HUMAN FIGURE IS VISIBLE. IT'S HALFWAY ACROSS THE ALLEY.
IT'S MOTION HAS BLURRED IT, BUT YOU CAN TELL ITS SHAPE NOW.
Merrill Hess stares stunned at the IMAGE OF AN UPRIGHT ANIMAL
LIKE CREATURE. THE STRIATIONS ALL OVER ITS BODY LOOK LIKE
BRANCHES. EXACTLY LIKE BRANCHES. THEY MATCH THE BUSHES WHERE
IT WAS HIDING, PERFECTLY.
CUT TO:
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
The door swings open slowly. Graham steps into Ray Reddy's
kitchen.
Cabinets are open. Dishes are broken. Chairs are turned over.
The faucet is running full blast.
Graham's eyes move across the room. The kitchen table is
upside down and leaned up against the pantry door.
THE SOUND OF A GLASS JAR BREAKING ON THE GROUND CAN BE HEARD
INSIDE THE PANTRY.
Graham takes a few conservative steps to the middle of the
kitchen.
He leans a little bit and listens. From behind the pantry
door WE HEAR THE SOUND OF BREATHING. THERE ARE QUIET MOVEMENT
SOUNDS. THE SOFT SOUND OF GLASS BEING CRUSHED AS IT'S BEING
WALKED ON.
Graham can almost see the bottom of the door around the
leaning table. Graham stands up straight and thinks it over.
Beat.
Graham takes two small steps closer.
When he leans, he can now see the entire bottom of the pantry
door. THERE IS LIGHT LEAKING OUT FROM BENEATH IT. THERE IS
SHADOW BEING THROWN FROM INSIDE THE PANTRY. THE SHADOW MOVES
BACK AND FORTH UNDER THE DOOR.
GRAHAM:
Hello.
Beat.
GRAHAM:
(loud)
The police are here... I am with
them... I am a police officer.
(beat)
I just want to talk to you.
SILENCE. There is no movement from the pantry. Beat.
GRAHAM:
(loud)
We know all about the hoax. We already
took some of your friends downtown
in the paddy wagon.
(mouths to himself)
Paddy wagon?
THE ONLY SOUND IN THE KITCHEN IS THE SOUND OF THE FAUCET
RUNNING. Graham waits for a reply, but none comes.
GRAHAM:
If you tell us your name and why you
did it, we'll give you the same deal
we gave the others. Don't throw away
your life son.
Beat.
Graham bends down where he stands. He puts his head near the
wood floor. He tries to look under the door. All he can see
are the bottoms of a couple shelves in the corner of the
pantry. He's at too severe an angle.
Graham sits up. He's only four feet away from the pantry
door. He looks around not knowing what to do. His eyes fall
on a bunch of kitchen knives that have spilled from a drawer
onto the floor.
He takes a butcher knife from the group and moves closer to
the door. Beat. He reaches with the butcher knife underneath
the slanted kitchen table. He uses the knife like a mirror
to see under the door. Graham watches the SOFT REFLECTION IN
THE FLAT STAINLESS STEEL SURFACE OF THE BLADE. WE CAN MAKE
OUT BROKEN GLASS AND RIPPED OPEN PACKETS OF RICE AND CEREAL
ON THE GROUND. THERE ARE POCKETS OF SHADOWS WE CAN'T SEE
INTO.
Graham pulls the knife out. He sits there kneeling two feet
from the door. Beat.
He takes a deep breath and starts to lower his head under
the slanted table.
He stops halfway down. He loses his nerve and sits up. He
rises to his feet as he places the butcher knife on the
counter. Graham starts walking across the kitchen. He gets
to the door. Puts his hand on the doorknob.
He stays like that for a long time. Beat.
Graham lets go of the doorknob -- He turns and walks quickly
across the kitchen -- He picks up the butcher knife -- He
kneels down next to the pantry -- He ducks his head under
the slanted kitchen table -- He places his cheek to the floor,
only inches from the bottom of the door, and looks into the
pantry.
There is broken glass and rice throughout the wooden floor
of the pantry. Nothing else.
Graham stares at his VIEW OF THE FLOOR. Something's wrong.
Parts of it feel like a painting. THE PAINTING MOVES.
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