【正文】 S ROOM/BATHROOM A FRAMED PHOTO sits in the foreground on a beside table. It shows a younger, happier Coraline with her parents by the BEAR FOUNTAIN at the Detroit Zoo. RACK FOCUS to bedroom door as it swings into the room, with Coraline hanging on it. She drops to the ground and, doll and pad in hand, decides to check out the bathroom. When she pulls aside the mildewed shower curtain she finds a hundred skittering SILVERFISH BUGS. CORALINE E! Disgusted, she jumps into the tub and smashes as many as she can. She turns on the faucet to wash her hands, only to get soaked with rusty water from the shower head. CORALINE (CONT39。s weird. She crumples the note, both annoyed and charmed. MEL What39。D) `Cause that dowsing rod of yours? Uh, it39。D) ... my Gramma. She owns the Pink Palace (indicates house in distance) Won39。t make sense。s empty, she puts the shell into her shoulder bag. ANGLE ON CAROLINE, SPY POV. WE PUSH ASIDE dead vines from the railing of the GARDEN BRIDGE for a better look. Coraline aims her forked stick once more then follows it up from the pond and out the BACK GATE. A gust of WIND blows DEAD LEAVES into a swirling eddy WE TRACK high up into the air. DISSOLVE TO: ROCKY PATH HIGH ABOVE HOUSE LITTLE LATER SPY POV on sky, now dark with GATHERING STORM. Hidden behind a NATURAL WALL OF STONES, WE TILT DOWN to view Coraline crossing frame on a STEEP HILLSIDE path. She steps on an old RAILROAD TIE, and her foot SINKS into the rotted wood, stopping her. WE LEAN OUT for a better view, and DISLODGE some stones that roll down past her. WE DUCK as she jerks her head our way. NEW ANGLE, nonspy. Unnerved, Coraline calls out. CORALINE Hello?... Who39。 hair pulled out. The doll39。s REAR DOORS as they39。S COAT flapping in the wind, he looks like a PSYCHO KILLER! CORALINE (CONT39。ll e in my window `n bring me little dead things. The cat PURRS like a diesel. CORALINE (TOUGH) Look, I39。D) can lead people to have ordinary expectations about a person WYBIE39。t that why we moved here? MEL Something like that. But then we had the accident. CORALINE Wasn39。s just raining. CHARLIE What39。s gone. 。s pouring out there, isn39。s nice. Coraline scratches the rash on her hand, changes subject. CORALINE Hmmm. So can I go out? I think it39。s Coraline. WYBIE Caroline what? CORALINE Coraline. Coraline Jones. WYBIE (confused, not hearing it) Hmmm... It39。s kinda feral 173。D) Not talking, huh? The wind picks up. She grasps the forks of her stick, closes her eyes, and, tracing a figure eight above her, SAYS: CORALINE (CONT39。D) Mersavich! He marches away indignantly. One of the MOVERS, unseen in the truck, speaks to his panion. MOVER 2 (.) We39。s mouth。t see him but she knows something is there. Already behind her now, the cat LEAPS onto the stump with a loud, warning MEROWWW! STARTLED, Coraline YELLS and whips around. She39。s just an ordinary branch. Coraline, SNATCHES it from his GLOVED HANDS. CORALINE (ENRAGED) IT39。m not supposed to talk about it. Changing the subject, he lifts a gloved hand to shake. WYBIE (CONT39。s a watery plop far below. FAT RAINDROPS start to fall around her. ROTATE DISSOLVE TO: INT. KITCHEN NEXT MORNING It39。m way too old for dolls. But Coraline takes it with her and leaves the room. INT. STUDY SAME CHARLIE Jones, 40, goosenecked and gangly with thinning dark hair, HUNTANDPECKS at his ancient puter,