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　　I’m from Brooklyn， man. If you wanna do something， then let’s do something. I’m ready……! Hey， I’m talkin’ to you!!!
　　
　　INT. SPORTS CAR - CONTINUOUS
　　
　　Driver’s POV. Andre bangs on the window.
　　
　　EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - CONTINUOUS
　　
　　Andre bangs harder on the window three times. The car’s passenger-side window rolls down.
　　
　　TUTORIAL
　　Can you help me find a hotel？
　　Pouvez-vous m’aider a trouver mon hotel？
　　
　　Andre’s expression goes from anger to terror. The driver wears a tubular metal medieval knight’s helmet with slanted rectangular eye holes.
　　
　　ANDRE
　　Shit.
　　
　　The driver raises a gun with a silencer on it. Andre turns to run but is shot in the back. Stunned， Andre stumbles towards the Shaw’s house. The driver exits the car and follows him.
　　
　　TUTORIAL
　　（From inside the car）
　　Can you please call the police？
　　Pouvez-vous s’il vous plait appelez la police？
　　
　　EXT. THE SHAW’S HOUSE - FRONT LAWN - CONTINUOUS
　　
　　Andre falls in front of the Shaw’s lawn. A dart sticks out of his back. He reaches towards the Shaw family. The masked driver approaches calmly Andre drags himself toward the house as everything blurs around him.
　　
　　ANDRE
　　（weakly）
　　Help
　　
　　Andre passes out as the security light floods the lawn again.
　　
　　INT. THE SHAW’S HOUSE - DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
　　
　　The Shaw family eats while Andre lays on their front lawn.
　　This time Richard， buried in his tablet， doesn’t notice. the driver lift Andre’s limp body and carries him to his car.
　　
　　JOSHUA
　　Tony said Mickey’s face doesn’t move.
　　
　　RICHARD
　　That’s right. Mickey’s always happy.
　　
　　EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - CONTINUOUS
　　
　　The driver carries Andre to the car.
　　
　　JOSHUA （O.S.）
　　Why？
　　
　　RICHARD （O.S.）
　　Because he hasn’t aged in 100 years.
　　
　　The driver plops Andre in the padded trunk. He gets in his car
　　and drives off.
　　
　　TITLE CARD:
　　“Get Out”
　　
　　EXT. BROOKLYN PARK SLOPE - DAWN
　　
　　The sun rises over the city. Autumn. Beautiful.
　　
　　INT. BROOKLYN LOFT - LIVING ROOM - MORNING
　　
　　We move slowly through the small but clean apartment. The walls are decorated with fascinating urban photography.
　　
　　INT. BROOKLYN LOFT - BATHROOM - MORNING
　　
　　CHRIS WASHINGTON， 26， a handsome African-American man shuts the medicine cabinet. He’s shirtless and naturally athletic.
　　He scrutinizes his reflection with a touch of vanity.
　　
　　INT. STARBUCKS COUNTER - MORNING
　　
　　ROSE ARMITAGE， 28 - Caucasian， brunette with freckles - cool and beautiful like an old Summer Camp crush. Rose looks at pastries through the glass. She can’t help but smile.
　　
　　INT. BROOKLYN LOFT - BATHROOM - MORNING
　　
　　Chris spreads shaving cream onto his face and shaves. He postures a little then nicks himself on the neck. He smirks; deserved that.
　　
　　INT. BROOKLYN LOFT - LIVING ROOM - MORNING
　　
　　Chris， clothed， looks out his window through a professional camera. He flips through some striking urban images on the digital display much like the ones framed around his
　　apartment. He is a very talented photographer.
　　
　　Sid， a small black dog， watches him. The BUZZER RINGS.
　　
　　INT. BROOKLYN BUILDING - HALLWAY. MORNING
　　
　　Chris opens the door. Rose stands outside the apartment with her hands full. She has two coffees and two bags of pastries.
　　Chris smirks.
　　
　　ROSE
　　I couldn’t decide……
　　
　　He takes the coffee tray and pulls her inside. They kiss.
　　
　　INT. BROOKLYN LOFT - LIVING ROOM - MORNING
　　
　　Rose and Chris have coffee and sweets by the window. The small mound of pastries sits on the coffee table. SID lays on her lap. She strokes him. It’s a perfect morning.
　　
　　ROSE
　　Poor thing. Do you even pet him？
　　
　　CHRIS
　　Are you kidding me？ When you’re not here that dog gets the best fuckin’ pets of his life.
　　
　　ROSE
　　So， how come whenever I come over，
　　he acts like he’s been totally
　　neglected.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　‘Cause he know he’s got you wrapped around his little paw.
　　
　　ROSE