Coraline Page #7

Mom, typing away, ignores her.

CORALINE (O.S.)

Where does this door go?

MEL:

I’m really, really busy!

INT LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Coraline tries to open it but there’s no handle.

CORALINE:

I think it’s locked.

MEL (O.S.)

INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

CORALINE (O.S.)

Pleeeeeeeeease!

Mel gets up, really annoyed. Big sigh.

MEL:

Uhhh...

INT. LIVING ROOM - SAME

She walks over to Coraline, looks at the outline of the

door in the ratty old wallpaper.

MEL:

Will you stop pestering me if I do this

for you?

Coraline nods her head quickly, PANTING like a dog.

MEL (CONT’D)

Fine.

She heads back to the kitchen.

INT KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Mel pulls open a drawer, pushes a bunch of loose brass

and nickel keys aside to find a small, sharp black key.

Holds it up.

INT LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Mel cuts the wallpaper around the door and sticks the key

in the lock. Coraline looks on, giddy with anticipation,

the doll at her side. Mel turns the key, unlocks the

door, and pulls it open to reveal ... an UNBROKEN BRICK

WALL. Coraline is totally disappointed.

CORALINE:

Bricks? I don’t get it.

Coraline scratches her wrist rash with annoyance.

MEL:

They must have closed this off when they

divided up the house.

Mel gets up to leave.

CORALINE:

You're kidding? And why is the door so

small?

Mel leaving room, turns back, and loses it.

MEL:

We made a deal. ZIP IT!

She exits. Coraline makes annoyed sound.

CORALINE:

You didn’t lock it.

MEL (O.S.)

AaaaaH!!!

Coraline pushes the little door shut, her head lowered.

EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT

WIDE ANGLE ON HOUSE. Pouring rain. We hear Charlie

singing a song about Coraline, badly.

CHARLIE (O.S.)

Oh, my twitchy witchy girl,

INT. KITCHEN - SAME

CHARLIE, using OVEN MITT to protect his hand, takes a

BURNED-UP CASSEROLE DISH from the oven while mom closes

up her LAPTOP. Coraline sits at the table with her doll.

CHARLIE:

I think you are so nice,

I give you bowls of porridge

And I give you bowls of ice -

CHARLIE sets the dish on the table.

CHARLIE:

(really bad note)

-- cream!

Coraline pushes it away, disgusted.

CORALINE:

Why don’t you ever cook, Mom?

MEL:

Coraline, we’ve been through this before:

your Dad cooks, I clean, and you stay out

of the way.

Coraline HUFFS.

MEL (CONT’D)

I swear I'll go food shopping soon as we

finish the catalog.

(indicates Coraline's plate)

Try some of the chard, you need a

vegetable.

CORALINE:

Looks more like slime to me.

CHARLIE:

Well, it’s slime or bedtime fusspot --

now what’s it going to be?

Coraline looks to her doll, cradles its head.

CORALINE:

Think they’re trying to poison me?

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