Breaking In

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(GRAND ORCHESTRAL FANFARE

PLAYING)

WOMAN:

Eyewitness News,

the Chicago area's

leading news,

with John Brewery.

BREWERY:

Prominent Chicago businessman

and real estate developer

Isaac Paulson

is due in court today,

where he's expected

to be sentenced for his part

in a tax fraud

and money-laundering scheme

that robbed retirees

and pension funds

- of nearly $75 million.

- (WATCH TICKING)

(TICKING GROWING LOUDER)

(TICKING CONTINUES,

GROWING LOUDER)

(TICKING CONTINUES)

(TICKING STOPS)

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Sunday morning,

I'm still workin'

I gotta keep on workin'

Until I earn my way home

Sunday evening,

I'll be workin'

I gotta keep on workin'

Until I find my way home

Oh, oh, oh

We're tryin' to get by

I don't know how

We hold on

Just tryin' to get along

somehow

Woke up Tuesday

feelin' lonely

Wasn't no one there for me

There ain't a soul around

Thursday came

and you still owe me

Acting like you want me,

ain't...

(TIRES SCREECH)

(ENGINE IDLING)

(FAINTLY OVER EARBUDS):

Woke up Tuesday

Feelin' lonely

Wasn't no one there for me

(BREATHING WEAKLY)

- (FAINT, GASPING BREATHS)

Thursday came

And you still owe me

Acting like you want me...

(CRUNCH, MUSIC STOPS)

GLOVER:

Five bedrooms, tennis court.

It's almost 25 acres of woods.

What's an acre?

Mom?

It's a measurement of land.

Uh, it's like the size

of someone's property.

GLOVER:
I thought

Grandpa lived in the city.

He did.

Uh, he kept this place

as, like, a...

like, a vacation house.

So why are you selling it?

Because it's part

of the estate,

and that's what you do

when someone passes away.

But why are you selling it?

Because it reminds her

of everything she hated

about her father.

Really?

What? That's what you said.

Just because your grandfather

and I didn't get along

- doesn't mean I hated him.

- If you died,

I wouldn't sell our house.

Hmm. I would.

She's just ornery

'cause she was supposed to see

- her boyfriend this weekend.

- Whatever.

He's not my boyfriend.

Then why did he make you

a playlist?

Filled with... sex songs.

Oh, my God.

Shut up, freak. Mom.

- Okay...

- Mom!

- Seriously, I'm gonna kill you.

- Okay, enough,

both of you.

I know this is not

how you wanted

to spend your weekend,

but guess what.

Me, neither.

So, a whole playlist?

All right, we're here.

(GATE OPENING)

Grandpa had horses?

SHAUN:

Mm-hmm.

Sold them after I left.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

You grew up here?

Mm-hmm. What do you think?

Seems lonely.

(ALARM BEEPING STEADILY)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(STEADY BEEPING CONTINUES)

What's wrong?

I don't know. Stay here.

(STEADY BEEPING CONTINUES)

The power must have went out.

Hey, Jas, can you see if

you can turn that thing off?

I get first dibs

on the bedroom.

Whatever. Nobody cares.

(ELECTRONIC CHIME)

- (BEEPING STOPS)

- (SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hi, Maggie.

- MAGGIE:
You guys get in okay?

- Yeah, just a few minutes ago.

I hope traffic wasn't too bad.

- No, we missed most of it.

- Oh, good. Good.

Listen, if it's

all right with you,

I'll drop off

the paperwork tonight.

We should be able

to have the house

on the market

as soon as next week.

Shaun, are you there?

Yeah, that sounds good.

Okay. Well, I just

want to say again

how sorry I was

to hear about your father.

All right, well,

we'll see you tonight.

- (JASMINE GROANS)

- (PHONE BEEPS)

Thank God there's

some cell phone service.

Girl, you just got

your phone privileges back.

Don't abuse them.

Listen, I'm gonna need

you and Glover's help

this weekend

to get the house ready.

(MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY

OVER EARBUDS)

What? I heard you.

Good. You can start

by unloading the car.

Is that a request

or an order, madam?

I am your mother.

Is there a difference?

(GROANS)

Now, please.

- Thank you.

- (SIGHS)

Mom...

Yes, Jas?

Never mind.

Hey, hey.

Look, it's not your job

to worry about me.

It's my job to worry about you.

Okay?

All right.

(MECHANICAL THUMP, WHIRRING)

Did I do that?

(MECHANICAL THUMPING)

Glover, did you do that?

Glov? Glov?

(THUMPING AND WHIRRING STOPS)

(MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY

OVER EARBUDS)

Glov?

(QUIET THUMP IN DISTANCE)

(OVER SPEAKERS):

I can't see anyone but you

- Glover, is that you?

- GLOVER (CALLS): In here!

Sha bop sha bop

Sha bop sha bop...

This place is a fortress.

- What are you doing in here?

- The downstairs windows

have retractable

polycarbonate shields.

It's a fully automated

security system.

- Check it out.

- Are the stars...

There's cameras in every room,

the yard, the driveway,

interior motion detectors,

exterior motion-activated

lights, electronic deadbolts.

Where's that music coming from?

This controls everything.

The music, the lights,

the whole house.

It's so easy,

even you could do it.

Hmm.

(MUSIC STOPS)

Awesome, right?

I guess some people

get paranoid in their old age.

So what does that make you?

- Nearly paranoid?

- All right, smart-ass,

find another place to play.

- Come on.

- I'm hungry.

- SHAUN:
I'll order a pizza.

- That'll take forever.

SHAUN:

I think you'll survive.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(LOCK WHIRS, CLICKS)

(LINE RINGING)

JUSTIN:

Hey. I'm still at the office.

Yeah, I figured.

Oh, looks like

most of the weekend.

How was the drive?

(CHUCKLES):

The, uh, the kids still alive?

For now.

How is it?

- It's weird. (CHUCKLES)

- I bet.

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