The Grudge Page #7
you can, okay?”
CLICK. Too late -- the caller hangs up.
Silence returns to the room... but not completely. Karen
hears the soft sound of WHISPERING from nearby.
Beyond her, we see a PALE FACE (KAYAKO) pressed against the
frosted window of the sliding door of the TATAMI ROOM.
The face pulls away from the glass just before Karen turns
towards it. But the sound of WHISPERING continues.
As she slowly walks to the door, we can make out some words:
EMMA (O.S.)
...I’ve told them over and over...
I’ve told them over and over...
Karen listens for a moment, then slides the door open.
23 INT. THE HOUSE -TATAMI ROOM - NIGHT 23
It’s very dark in the room -- the lights have been turned
off. Emma, sitting up in bed, turns towards Karen.
KAREN:
Emma, who were you talking to?
Revisions (Blue) -- 1/26/04 15.
That’s when Karen notices THE INDENTATION in the mattress,
across from where Emma is sitting. Where someone else would
be, if the old woman was having a conversation.
Emma looks up at Karen with pleading eyes.
EMMA:
I just want her to leave me alone.
Karen sits down next to her.
KAREN:
You should get some rest, Emma.
She helps Emma lie back ---
but as the old woman’s eyes move to the ceiling, they
suddenly grow wide, her mouth opening in fear ---
Karen follows her gaze, looking up ---
and she SCREAMS, falling off the mattress, backing away -A
MURKY BLACKNESS is lowering from the ceiling. Formless at
first, but flowing and shifting... like a FIGURE draped with
black silk. Drifting down until the shadowy “head” is only
inches from Emma’s terrified face.
And then the “head” slowly turns, rotating towards Karen.
In the midst of the blackness are TWO DISEMBODIED EYES.
Filled with an intense rage. Focused directly on Karen.
Off Karen’s NERVE-SHATTERING SCREAM, we...
CUT TO BLACK.
24 INT. THE HOUSE - FRONT ROOM - NIGHT 24
MATTHEW and his wife JENNIFER are in bed. He sleeps soundly,
she doesn’t. She’s staring at the ceiling, listening to -
-- SOUNDS coming in through the open bedroom door. Someone
moving downstairs, fumbling around, bumping into things.
Jennifer, frustrated, lets out a sigh.
25 INT. THE HOUSE - ENTRANCE - MORNING 25
Matthew comes downstairs, dressed in a business suit. He
pauses to pick up some of the RUBBISH on the stairs.
Revisions (Blue) -- 1/26/04 16.
26 INT. THE HOUSE - KITCHEN - MORNING 26
Jennifer watches the last drops of coffee fall into the pot.
She pours herself a mug, takes a big sip. Looks exhausted.
Matthew enters, surprised to see her.
MATTHEW:
You’re up?
JENNIFER:
Mmmmmm.
Matthew glances into the back room through another sliding
door -- the windows on this one are clear, not frosted like
the living room.
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