Absolute Power Page #4

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Three remotes on a side table. Luther carefully picks up

the middle one, crosses the room with it, points it at

the large mirror, clicks once -

--and the mirror swings silently open.

A room is revealed. All we can see of it so far is this:

There is an armchair in the middle facing where the

mirror had been.

Luther turns back toward the sitting area, the remote

held in his hand.

The side table. Luther puts the remote down --very

carefully. In the exact position it had been. Now he

takes a moment, blows on his hands, rubs them together.

Then --Luther takes a collapsible duffel bag out of his

backpack, moves with the work light into the revealed

room -

30 INT. SULLIVAN MASTER BEDROOM -VAULT -NIGHT 30

It’s a vault! And it’s FULL! There’s cash, naturally,

piles of the stuff. Plus all kinds of other valuables

we’ll get around to.

Luther’s a little stunned --it’s more than he hoped for.

He glances at the armchair --there is a remote on it

that is identical to the one he replaced at the side

table.

Now he opens his duffel all the way and sets to work.

First the cash goes in --all neatly bundled. Large

denominations. Lots of bundles. Next are a series of

slender boxes -

The first box as Luther opens it.

Jewelry.

Into the duffel it goes.

Luther, emptying more jewelry boxes into the duffel. And

still more. As he continues to do this -

31 INT. SULLIVAN MASTER BEDROOM -NIGHT 31

All is quiet. High on a wall, the security light beams a

friendly green.

Now, from somewhere, a distant sound. LAUGHTER? Was it

laughter? Doesn’t matter, it’s gone.

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32 INT. SULLIVAN VAULT -NIGHT 32

Luther has moved deeper into it --he’s finished with the

jewelry. Now he’s examining piles of bonds.

Into the duffel they go.

He takes a breath, glances around. Perfect.

Coins. Antique ones. They disappear into the duffel.

Stamp books. Gone into the swelling duffel.

Luther as he hears now the DISTANT LAUGHTER.

perfect.

Not so

33 INT. MASTER BEDROOM -NIGHT 33 *

He moves quickly out of the vault, takes a step toward

the door --the GIGGLING is getting LOUDER, closer. Two

people. A man and a woman.

Luther stops, mutters "sh*t!" --glances around --No

place to hide. Luther, grabbing his backpack, moves into

the vault, turns off his work light, and shuts the door

with the remote. The DOOR CLICKS -34

INT. SULLIVAN VAULT -NIGHT 34

--Luther is alone in the darkness.

A burst of LAUGHTER now. Growing nearer still.

Luther moves into the back of the vault, crouches down,

doing his best to hide behind the armchair. Trapped,

Luther waits in silence, trying not to breathe...

Now he can hear a SQUEAK --the BEDROOM DOOR has opened.

HOLD.

35 INT. SULLIVAN MASTER BEDROOM -NIGHT 35

Dark --except for a slant of light from the hall outside

the open bedroom door.

Two people are briefly visible as they enter, a MAN and a

WOMAN. The CLINK of GLASS. Stifled LAUGHTER.

The Woman closes the bedroom door.

Darkness again.

And now the LAUGHING sound increases. GIGGLING, really.

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