Panic Room Page #5
Meg picks up the bottle of wine.
Sarah's eyes flick over and watch as wine GLUGS into her
mother's glass.
CUT TO:
INT. SARAH'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Sarah's bedroom is full of unpacked boxes, but her twin bed
has been set up and Sarah is in it, hair wet, pajamas on.
She reads from a book ("Tom Swift and His Repelatron Skyway")
while Meg, drowsy, lies next to her, listening.
SARAH:
"Tom's throat felt so dry and tight
that it was a moment before he could
make any sound come out. "Dad!" He
croaked. "I'm - inside - the -
machine!" "Great Scott!" The elder
scientist gasped. He dashed across
the laboratory and switched off the
repelatron's motor. "What happened,
son?" "The Durafoam hardened, Dad.
Get a solvent, quick -- you know the
formula!"
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
In the master bathroom, Meg soaks in a bath. She is
exhausted. She reaches for her wine glass, finishes the last
of it.
She stretches for the bottle, which is on the floor next to
her. She refills the glass. Again.
Meg, dressed in an old Knicks T-shirt and boxer shorts,
stands next to the alarm panel in the master bedroom, reading
from an instruction manual. She's frustrated. She mutters,
slurring, a bit drunk.
MEG:
Bypass non-ready zones... shunt,
enter, zone number...
She tries it, pushing a few buttons, but the alarm panel
BEEPS at her disapprovingly. She's doing something wrong.
She sighs, sits on the floor, gets serious about figuring out
the instructions.
MEG:
Bypass non-ready zones... ah, shunt,
enter, shunt again, zone number...
wait...
HER FINGERS:
dance over the alarm panel, some time later. She seems to
have figured it out, and a small light on the panel lights
up.
SYSTEM ARMED:
The very moment the red light goes on, we cut sharply to --
-- the darkened panic room, where the dozen small video
screens all suddenly wink to life, showing a dozen views of
the house. Whatever she pushed turned these on too, probably
not what she meant to do, but at least she got the alarm on
for the night.
The door that leads from the panic room to the master bedroom
hangs open. In the middle of the floor in here, somebody has
made a small tent of blankets and couch cushions. Sarah must
have been playing here before bed.
Meg puts sheets on her bed in the master bedroom.
She fills a glass of water, puts it on a box she's using for
a night table.
She plugs in a battery charger for her cell phone, places the
phone in the cradle. It BEEPS. "Charging."
She sets the digital clock, puts it next to the glass of
water. It's 12:
26.
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