Panic Room Page #4

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LYDIA:

That door is a safely hazard.

EVAN:

Not at all.

He points. There's a tiny red beam that shines across the

doorway, one at shoulder height --

EVAN:

Infrared. Like the beam in an

elevator doorway. Won't let the

door close if something's blocking

it.

-- and one at shin height. Even bend down, blocks the one at

shin height with his hand.

EVAN:

Watch.

He reaches up, to push the close button, but with one hand

anchored at the floor, he can't quite reach it.

EVAN:

(to Lydia)

Push that button for me, will you?

MEG:

Don't!

Lydia pushes the close button, nothing happens. Evan pulls

his hand put of the beam, takes a step back. Lydia pushes

the button again.

WHANG! The metal door rockets shut, the metallic slang

reverberating in the room. Almost immediately, the fake

piece of wall HUMS shut, of its own accord, followed a moment

later by the mirror, which detaches itself from the back of

the closet door and HUMS silently back into place, closing

over the hidden door, making the corner of the room look like

a corner again.

As the mirrored door closes, it shows Meg her own reflection.

She looks at herself, still rattled. She wipes a trickle of

sweat from the side of her face.

CUT TO:

INT. TOWNHOUSE - FOYER - DAY

The same house, two weeks later. The entry floor is piled

high with moving boxes. Sarah and Meg lie sprawled out in

the middle of the black and white tile, arms and legs splayed

wide, exhausted.

They stare up at the ceiling, beat.

SARAH:

Too many stairs.

MEG:

Got us in here, didn't I?

SARAH:

Shoulda got an apartment.

MEG:

Well, I know that now.

SARAH:

478-0150.

Meg raises her hand to her face, she's got her cell phone in

her palm.

MEG:

Battery's dead.

CUT TO:

INT. KITCHEN - DAY

Meg picks up the wall phone in the kitchen, gets a dial tone.

MEG:

The phone works.

(to Sarah)

Hey, I hooked up the phone.

SARAH:

(sarcastic)

The crowd goes wild.

MEG:

(ignoring the slight)

478...

SARAH:

0150.

Meg finishes dialing. It rings, someone answers.

VOICE:

Perry's Pizza, please hold.

CUT TO:

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

Night has fallen. Meg and Sarah sit at a small table in the

middle of the kitchen, surrounded by packing boxes. They eat

pizza. They chew, silently. Sarah drinks a diet Dr.

Pepper. Meg finishes a glass of wine.

Meg's eyes are moist. Sarah notices. She notices her

noticing, shrugs. I'm human, what do you want me to do, hide

it?

Sarah looks away, goes back to chewing. After a moment:

SARAH:

F*** him.

MEG:

Don't.

SARAH:

F*** her too.

Meg looks at her, not sure how to confront the open defiance.

MEG:

I agree. But don't.

Sarah stares at her for a moment, then goes back to eating.

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