The Silent Hour (2024) Movie Script
Hi, Dad.
How are you doing with
your homework?
Your... A-S-L lessons?
My name is
F-R-A-N-K
S-H-A-W.
I'm a detective...
in Homicide Division.
Hi. My name is...
S-H-A-W.
I'm a detective.
You're the interpreter?
Seriously? You're supposed
to provide a professional interpreter!
Bullshit. Understand that?
I don't care! I want a professional
interpreter! This guy is an amateur.
Bear with me...
Please.
I'm just an old dog...
trying to learn new tricks.
Old dog.
Everyone is. Fucking landlord.
We all got evicted...
Slower.
We all got evicted.
They're making it into...
condos for rich people.
A new chapter.
I was out Wednesday night.
I'm a photographer.
It was a full moon.
Beautiful.
What happens now?
If you catch them...
could they find out my name...
Will you catch them?
Can I use the bathroom?
That's me.
Dark.
Thank you for helping me.
I forgot my phone.
Everything will be ok.
How did they find me?
How did they know I'd talked?
Inside?
You mean inside the police?!
They knew I took drugs.
I don't use anymore.
You never beat it completely.
I went out celebrating.
A gallery offered to show my photos.
I was drinking.
Lost control.
I'm sorry!
I won't lie to you again.
I was scared.
One of the victims was my dealer.
Was!
I don't even know your name.
My name is...
F-R-A-N-P.
"K" not "P". "K".
Thanks.
I'm A-V-A.
Not many. Me... Mrs. Diaz...
Dante.
4th floor. Musician.
Loud!
Dante is on level 4, right?
If youre coming back,
I won't hear you knocking.
Your wallet.
Money.
Slide the bill under the door.
I'll see it.
Be careful.
Two more men arrived!
They are police!
No! They know our guys.
They KNOW them!
Work together.
What do we do?
Downstairs. All of them fucking broken.
The elevator.
We can manage.
We can do this.
Call.
Wait. Give it time to connect.
Trust me.
What are we doing?!
Getting my phone!
I know where it is.
What if someone is still in there?
You get the phone.
Your phone's not here.
Face.
Phone!
We need to go!
Why?
It's her home...
Mrs. Diaz.
I help her sometimes with her groceries.
She doesn't even realize...
she's being evicted.
Who?
Lipreading?
Do you know their names?
Piece?
Do you have a gun?
He's coming now.
You're understanding me...
much better.
Old dog.
Why did they kill my dealer?
Slower.
How did they know we were there?
Your sweater! Take it off!
Help is coming.
You don't know that!
Tell me.
How did it happen?
Accident...
On the job.
In one second,
everything changed.
Not everything...
One thing changed.
Yes. You can...
You just don't know it yet.
I didn't lose my hearing like you.
I was born deaf.
But... I know... loss.
My grandma, she...
She died. Five years ago.
Everything fell apart for me.
That's when I started using.
She was strong...
and fierce.
If she'd seen me...
strung out.
She would have said...
Stop.
"You mourn..."
"...your losses."
"You accept how..."
"...they change you."
"And then..."
"...You move on."
Tell me what...
you miss most?
My daughter
S-A-M
playing her guitar.
Being able...
to hear that.
You don't need to.
Every spring I go
to the Boston Pops.
Why?
To watch...
The feeling...
The musicians...
The audience...
to see their joy.
It's enough.
Enough to see that. To share it.
One missing piece...
doesn't make you any less whole.
How?!
Fuck no!
That's crazy!
You want to go?
You go first.
Jump.
Are you OK?
I'm OK.
Are you ready?
You okay?
The Naloxone. It'll wear off.
How long?
Ten minutes. Maybe less.
What are you doing!?
Smoke signal!
Matches.
Speakers.
How are you doing with
your homework?
Your... A-S-L lessons?
My name is
F-R-A-N-K
S-H-A-W.
I'm a detective...
in Homicide Division.
Hi. My name is...
S-H-A-W.
I'm a detective.
You're the interpreter?
Seriously? You're supposed
to provide a professional interpreter!
Bullshit. Understand that?
I don't care! I want a professional
interpreter! This guy is an amateur.
Bear with me...
Please.
I'm just an old dog...
trying to learn new tricks.
Old dog.
Everyone is. Fucking landlord.
We all got evicted...
Slower.
We all got evicted.
They're making it into...
condos for rich people.
A new chapter.
I was out Wednesday night.
I'm a photographer.
It was a full moon.
Beautiful.
What happens now?
If you catch them...
could they find out my name...
Will you catch them?
Can I use the bathroom?
That's me.
Dark.
Thank you for helping me.
I forgot my phone.
Everything will be ok.
How did they find me?
How did they know I'd talked?
Inside?
You mean inside the police?!
They knew I took drugs.
I don't use anymore.
You never beat it completely.
I went out celebrating.
A gallery offered to show my photos.
I was drinking.
Lost control.
I'm sorry!
I won't lie to you again.
I was scared.
One of the victims was my dealer.
Was!
I don't even know your name.
My name is...
F-R-A-N-P.
"K" not "P". "K".
Thanks.
I'm A-V-A.
Not many. Me... Mrs. Diaz...
Dante.
4th floor. Musician.
Loud!
Dante is on level 4, right?
If youre coming back,
I won't hear you knocking.
Your wallet.
Money.
Slide the bill under the door.
I'll see it.
Be careful.
Two more men arrived!
They are police!
No! They know our guys.
They KNOW them!
Work together.
What do we do?
Downstairs. All of them fucking broken.
The elevator.
We can manage.
We can do this.
Call.
Wait. Give it time to connect.
Trust me.
What are we doing?!
Getting my phone!
I know where it is.
What if someone is still in there?
You get the phone.
Your phone's not here.
Face.
Phone!
We need to go!
Why?
It's her home...
Mrs. Diaz.
I help her sometimes with her groceries.
She doesn't even realize...
she's being evicted.
Who?
Lipreading?
Do you know their names?
Piece?
Do you have a gun?
He's coming now.
You're understanding me...
much better.
Old dog.
Why did they kill my dealer?
Slower.
How did they know we were there?
Your sweater! Take it off!
Help is coming.
You don't know that!
Tell me.
How did it happen?
Accident...
On the job.
In one second,
everything changed.
Not everything...
One thing changed.
Yes. You can...
You just don't know it yet.
I didn't lose my hearing like you.
I was born deaf.
But... I know... loss.
My grandma, she...
She died. Five years ago.
Everything fell apart for me.
That's when I started using.
She was strong...
and fierce.
If she'd seen me...
strung out.
She would have said...
Stop.
"You mourn..."
"...your losses."
"You accept how..."
"...they change you."
"And then..."
"...You move on."
Tell me what...
you miss most?
My daughter
S-A-M
playing her guitar.
Being able...
to hear that.
You don't need to.
Every spring I go
to the Boston Pops.
Why?
To watch...
The feeling...
The musicians...
The audience...
to see their joy.
It's enough.
Enough to see that. To share it.
One missing piece...
doesn't make you any less whole.
How?!
Fuck no!
That's crazy!
You want to go?
You go first.
Jump.
Are you OK?
I'm OK.
Are you ready?
You okay?
The Naloxone. It'll wear off.
How long?
Ten minutes. Maybe less.
What are you doing!?
Smoke signal!
Matches.
Speakers.