The Hollow One

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(EERIE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(SOBBING)

(PANTING)

(APPROACHING SIRENS)

(SIRENS GROWING LOUDER)

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

MAN:
(ON PHONE)

Hey, Mike,

it's Jeff Nida from...

Who?

It's Jeff Nida...

What?

It's Jeff from

Nida Investigation.

Oh hey, Jeff, sorry, hey.

Did you get the package?

Yeah, yeah, the package.

Yeah, yeah, I got it.

You wanna keep digging?

(STATIC ON PHONE)

What?

I mean keep looking.

Oh, no, no,

I don't think so.

No, maybe, I don't know.

She's already

pissed off enough

as it is.

Yeah, well...

I don't know

what she expects.

We've been married

for 20 years

and I have no idea

where she came from,

who her family is

and how she even got here,

and I got two daughters

who want to know

their heritage.

What am I supposed

to do, Jeff?

(DISTORTED) I say

we keep looking until

you find what you need.

Hello?

I say we keep looking.

Hello?

Call me back

when you get to...

(CALL DROPS)

Ah, sh*t.

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(LAUGHING) Print that.

Yeah, I will.

Hey! I want you home

early tonight.

I gotta

work tomorrow.

Okay.

And no drinking.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Ow, Mom,

you're pulling.

Ooh.

Sit still.

All right,

there you go.

Ah, thanks.

Finish up.

Dad's outside.

Oh, good,

he's been gone all...

Have you decided

what you're going

to wear tonight?

Mmm. I was thinking,

I don't know,

boots and a dress?

A long dress?

Yeah, you know, like...

This long?

No, no, no,

that won't work.

(LAUGHING)

Something a little more

conservative.

Okay, Mom.

Okay, okay, all right.

Well, have fun, okay?

(LAUGHS)

I love you.

I love you.

Be good.

I will.

Your dad's worried

about you.

You guys don't need

to worry about anything.

Hey, that's our job,

we're parents.

Yeah.

Thinking about

getting ready?

RACHEL:
That's what

I'm doing.

Hey, beautiful.

Hi.

How was your day?

It was good, how...

...was yours?

(SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

MICHAEL:
Hey,

what are you doing?

Dad, I'll be

right down.

MICHAEL:
Matt's waiting.

Talk to your sister?

Uh. Yeah, she's gonna

drop me off at Beth's,

so, yeah, we're covered.

Cool.

So you'll just give me

a call tomorrow

and, uh, we'll come pick you

up when you're ready?

Okay.

Okay.

What's that?

It came.

You got it?

Jonesboro PD let it go.

I had them send it out.

(GASPS) Did Mom find out?

Well, I had to forge

a few things

here and there.

(LAUGHS) Really?

Yep.

Well, did you open it?

What's in it?

Was Mom in prison

or something?

I don't know.

I don't think so.

Let's go find out.

All right, let's see

what we got. (SIGHS)

ANNA:
I can't believe

you found something.

MICHAEL:
I know,

it was just dumb luck.

Whoa, what's this?

I don't know.

ANNA:
It's kind of heavy.

MICHAEL:
They look like

research notes of some kind.

Huh.

Here's the date, 1988.

And a name on top,

John Mallen.

Maybe your grandparents

were archeologists

or something. (CHUCKLES)

John Mallen.

These look like dig notes

of some sort

from a trip to an old

Russian mine or something.

Maybe they found some ancient,

but high-tech artifacts?

These look like springs.

MICHAEL:
They do

look like springs.

ANNA:
"We've uncovered

an astonishing collection

"of metal artifacts

dating between

20,000 to 300,000 BC."

MICHAEL:
What kind

of estimate is that?

(IN MOCKING DEEP VOICE)

Look, I've carbon-dated

this piece of metal

and it's anywhere

from five days

to five trillion years old.

It's a bunch of bull.

(LAUGHING) Dad.

You don't

carbon date metal.

(SIGHS) Rachel.

How long you been

standing there?

The point is

I don't think

there should be metal

that's been machined

that's even 20,000 years old.

Yeah, I got that part.

(CLEARS THROAT)

ANNA:
See how it twists?

Look at this.

RACHEL:
Hey, Anna,

we gotta go.

No, wait, you gotta

see this, it's crazy.

Matt's waiting.

Anna, I'm serious.

You go ahead,

I'll get this all organized

and we'll go over it

in the morning, okay?

Don't tell Mom.

You have to wait for me,

promise me you'll wait.

I promise.

She's not gonna

like that.

MICHAEL:
Who asked you?

Oh, okay.

You know, we don't know

everything about

your mom, Rachel,

and I think I have

a right to know, okay?

Okay.

Sorry, Dad,

please call me

if you find anything.

This is awesome.

I will.

You be safe.

I will. I love you.

I love you, too.

No drinking.

Yes, sir.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Mom's coming.

Oh, sh*t.

Hey.

What are you up to?

Oh, nothing.

Oh, really?

Really. Yeah, I was just

going to, uh, change

and get something to eat.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Well, I'm gonna

go take a shower.

Okay, take a shower?

Yeah.

By myself.

By yourself.

Yeah.

All right.

Cold chicken in the fridge

waiting for you.

Cold chicken?

Mmm-hmm.

Great.

(SHOWER RUNNING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Sh*t.

(SOFT GUITAR MUSIC)

Hand 'em over.

Hand what over?

Hand what over?

Yeah, I'm not sure I know

what you're talking about.

I think you know

exactly what

I'm talking about.

I do?

Mmm-hmm.

Hey, that's not the keys.

(CHUCKLES)

Gross! Come on.

(CHUCKLES)

Got 'em.

Gosh. Every time.

Every time.

(BROODING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(STATIC)

(GROWLING)

(SIRENS BLARING)

Michael!

(EERIE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(FEARFULLY) Michael?

(PANTING)

Michael?

(GASPS) Don't move.

(SOFTLY)

It made me put it on.

(SHAKILY) I need you to give

me what's in your hand.

I just wanted to know

who you were.

THE HOLLOW ONE:

Why did you run?

There is no solace here.

You can't have them.

THE HOLLOW ONE:

Her mind is free and full.

I will break it

and it will be mine.

(MICHAEL AND LINDA YELLING)

(GROWLING)

(LINDA SOBBING)

(GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

You okay, sleepyhead?

I don't feel so good.

Are you gonna make it?

You want me to pull over?

Are you sure?

'Cause if you throw up

on yourself,

your dad's gonna kill me.

(CHUCKLES)

And if you throw up on my car,

I'm going to kill you.

(RACHEL LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Aw, sh*t, Ray.

Hey, are you okay?

Come on, Ray.

Hey, hey, hey.

Out the window.

Come on, out the window.

Please, please,

please, come on.

(RETCHING)

(RACHEL COUGHING)

Oh, God.

F***, Rachel!

(RACHEL SPITS)

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

What happened?

(TEARFULLY)

Rachel, we hit someone.

Oh, God.

(BROODING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Mom?

(TEARFULLY)

Oh, my God, Mom!

(STRAINED) Rachel.

MATT:
God.

(SOBBING)

F***, Rachel.

LINDA:
Take it.

What?

It's yours now.

(GASPING)

(SOBBING)

Don't let him know

you have it.

Dad?

(GASPING) Promise me.

(SOBBING) What are you

doing out here?

LINDA:
Promise.

(SOBBING) Mom...

Mom. Mom?

What have you done?

Rachel, I...

What have you done?

(PANTING) Oh, f***.

THE HOLLOW ONE:

Rachel, you are diseased.

Rotting from within.

I can save you.

(SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Hey, sleepyhead.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

Hi.

Hey.

(SIGHS)

What time is it?

It's pretty late.

I was waiting for you.

I know.

You wanna go to bed?

Mmm. Okay.

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