Panic Room Page #6

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She gets in bed, her side, the left side.

She lies in the dark, half an acre of empty bed across from

her.

We drift off her, see the clock again. The time changes, the

number one dissolves away, changing the time to --

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

-- 2:
26. Meg is in a hard, boozy sleep. We drift out the

door of the master bedroom, into the third floor hallway, and

down the open stairwell. We glide through the entry floor,

still gently falling through the stairwell's airway, dropping

even further, all the way down to the kitchen floor, the

ground floor.

We drift across the darkened kitchen, serpentine through the

canyon of moving boxes, approach the window that looks out on

the street.

We move right up against the window, peer through the glass

just as --

-- a van pulls up across the street and stops. Can't see

through its windows. No movement for a moment, then the

driver's door opens and a MAN climbs out. He wears dark

clothes.

The Man closes the door, looks both ways, and starts across

the street towards us. He's carrying a bag of some kind.

He goes to the door, and we drift down toward the doorknob.

We hear a key slide into the door, rattle.

But the lock doesn't turn. The key slides out, back in

again, jiggles. Still won't open the door.

The Man steps away from the door, goes to the kitchen window,

which is heavily barred, and peers inside, right at us.

Can't see anything, it's darker in here than it is out there.

He turns, looks both ways on the street again, then steps up,

onto the window ledge. Now we can only see his legs, can't

tell what he's doing. He's reaching up, stretching for

something. It drops into view with a metallic SCRAPE.

The fire escape.

The Man climbs, his feet disappearing from our field of

vision.

We turn around, facing the other way in the kitchen. We

start back the way we came, through the canyon of boxes in

the kitchen, toward the stairwell.

INT. STAIRWELL - NIGHT

Back in the stairwell, the exact reverse of the shot we saw

earlier. We're drifting up, off the kitchen floor, through

the entry floor, and as we rise we notice something all the

way up on the roof that we couldn't see before, when we were

looking down.

A skylight. We continue to rise, drawn toward it. We move

up, through the master bedroom floor, creeping up alongside

the stair banister, now reaching the top floor of the house,

and just as we near the skylight --

-- a figure appears, visible through it. The Man in dark

clothes, on the roof now. He stops, peers down through the

skylight, looking at us without seeing us again.

He steps across the skylight. This is not the way he intends

to enter. We drift again, following his soft footsteps on

the roof, which we can hear faintly through the ceiling.

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