Panic Room Page #2
Meg shrugs, who's that?
EVAN:
(moving, through a
bathroom)
Master bath.
LYDIA:
The hotel guy? It's been in the
papers lately. His kids are all
suing each other over his estate.
He was a total recluse, paranoid,
rich as hell, he was worth thirty
million or something, now it turns
out they can't find half of it.
(singsong)
Somebody took something didn't
belong to them!
EVAN:
I hardly see how family gossip is
germane to showing the property.
LYDIA:
(low, to Meg)
Stop calling it the property, you
sound ridiculous.
EVAN:
(through a closet)
Master closet.
From the hallway, there is a GROANING METALLIC sound, the
elevator, and the happy laughter of the little girl as she
puts it through its paces. Evan winces, speaks as if his
EVAN:
Could the child please stop that?
LYDIA:
KID! NO ELEVATOR!
She looks at Meg and winks.
EVAN:
And we emerge in the master bedroom.
He checks his watch.
Meg looks around, studying the dimensions of the room. She
looks at the far wall, the one that borders the house next
door. She looks at the wall that corners it, opposite the
window wall. She takes two steps back from it.
MEG:
Something's weird.
LYDIA:
What?
MEG:
I don't know, doesn't that corner
seem funny to you?
She points to the far end of the wall, near the entrance to
the closet. There is a mirrored door that leads to the
closet, and a mirror on the wall alongside it. If you look
closely, you'll see that the mirrors are raked slightly
toward one another, which causes an optical illusion in which
the corner of the room appears much closer to the door than
it is.
EVAN:
I was waiting to see if you'd
notice! On caravan, no one from our
office had the slightest idea.
He pushes on the top of the mirror on the wall. It makes a
faint CLICK, then glides open a few inches off the wall. He
pulls it toward him, opens it all the way, a hundred eighty
degrees, and it fastens magnetically to the back of the
closed door. There is smooth wall behind it, but if you look
closely, there is a faint vertical crack in the wall.
Meg looks at him -- what in the world? Even pushes again,
twice this time, first at the top, then at the bottom, and
the smooth wall CLICKS ajar. He pulls it wide open. Meg and
Lydia step forward, fascinated.
From the opposite end of a lone, narrow, windowless space, we
see the three of them standing in the open doorway,
silhouetted by the sunlight streaming through the bedroom
windows behind them.
EVAN:
He hits a switch and a row of bulbs flick on overhead.
MEG:
A what?
EVAN:
A safe room. An inner sanctum. A
castle keep, in medieval times.
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