
Signs Page #20
GRAHAM YELLS. HE JOLTS UP. HIS HEAD HITS THE SLANTED TABLE
HARD.
FOUR LONG FINGERS AND CLAWS, THE EXACT COLOR OF THE WOODEN
FLOOR REACH OUT AND MISS HIS FACE BY A FRACTION OF AN INCH.
GRAHAM REACTS. THE BUTCHER KNIFE COMES DOWN FAST AND HARD ON
THE PROTRUDING WOOD COLORED FINGERS. SLAM!
WE HEAR AN UNBEARABLY HIGH-PITCHED INHALE SOUND FROM INSIDE
THE PANTRY.
CUT TO:
EXT. STATION WAGON - DAY
The station wagon knocks over the "Ray Reddy" mailbox as it
turns sharply onto the road.
Graham picks up speed as he passes the wall of crops on his
right.
THE STATION WAGON SUDDENLY BRAKES.
Two black skid marks form on the road as the station wagon
comes to a fast stop.
Beat. Graham gets out of the car. He walks a few feet ahead
of the station wagon. He bends down in the middle of the
road.
A BIRD lays limp on the asphalt. Its head is crushed.
Graham gazes at the still pile of feathers. Beat.
Graham turns and looks straight up at the BLUE, CLOUDLESS
SKY above him.
GRAHAM:
(soft)
Douche bag.
CUT TO:
Graham enters his front hall. He closes the door and locks
it behind him. He turns and looks into the family room.
Morgan and Bo and Merrill are seated together on the sofa.
All three are wearing foil helmets. Beat.
MERRILL:
Their skin changes color. That's why
we couldn't see him that night.
Graham stares at his family huddled on the couch. Beat. Graham
takes in the news as he moves to the stairs. He takes a seat
on the second to last step.
He sits obscured by the balusters. Beat.
GRAHAM:
Tell me something Morgan. In that
book of your, did they happen to
detail what would happen if they
were hostile?
MORGAN:
Yes. They would invade us using only
ground tactics. Hand to hand combat.
They wouldn't use their technology
or fight an airborne battle, because
they would know we would eventually
use nuclear weapons and the planet
would be useless to them.
MERRILL:
I'm sorry, what book is this?
GRAHAM:
Did they say what our chances would
be if they did invade?
MORGAN:
They said one of two things could
happen. One, they fight and are
defeated and leave to return again
with full forces hundreds or even
thousands of years later.
GRAHAM:
What's two?
MORGAN:
They win.
The words hang in the air. Graham sits quietly on the second
step of the stairs.
GRAHAM:
What do you think about the idea
that they don't like places near
water, and we might be safe from
them near a lake or something?
MORGAN:
Sounds made up.
Beat.
GRAHAM:
We can choose to believe it and pack
up and leave.
(beat)
Or we can stay here. Board up this
house. Hide inside our home and wait
it out. Either way, at least we'll
be together.
(beat)
All those in favor of the lake, raise
your hand.
No one raises their hand.
GRAHAM:
All those in favor of home, raise
your hand.
All four put their hands in the air. Beat. They lower them
and sit in silence.
MERRILL:
How do we know boards will do
anything?
Beat.
GRAHAM:
(soft)
Because, they seem to have trouble
with pantry doors.
CUT TO:
EXT. HESS HOUSE - AFTERNOON
WE ARE WATCHING THE HOUSE FROM THE CROPS. We see Graham inside
the house, closing the window shutters in one room after
another.
WE SEE a stack of wooden boards on the porch.
OUR VIEW MOVES to the barn where Isabelle is tied. She is
not pacing. She is not barking. She sits staring right at
us. She is shivering.
OUR VIEW MOVES to the garage building where we see Merrill
carry a huge pile of his clothes and things down the stairs.
He's moving into the main house.
Merrill walks across the yard. His eyes look around carefully
as he moves.
Part of the pile in his arms falls to the grass as he crosses
the lawn. He stops walking and starts to gather up the fallen
things. He picks up a couple shirts and two baseballs encased
in glass cases.
The glass encasing one of the souvenir baseballs, has cracked.
He takes the ball out. Stares at it.
We watch from the crops as Merrill puts down his pile of
clothes and things on the grass. He looks around and finds
what he's looking for. A rake.
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