HARRY POTTER

1 HARRY POTTERAND THEPRISONER OF AZKABANbySteve KlovesBased on the book RowlingFULL TAN DRAFTF ebruary 24, IN:1 EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT1 The street slumbers, adrift in shadow. a curiousBEAM OF LIGHT BOBS beyond the second-story window ofNumber HARRY 'S ROOM - SAME TIME - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT2A tent of blankets. the SHADOW of a BOY. AWHISPER:HARRYL umos tent BLOOMS SOFTLY with light -- briefly illuminatinga bedside PHOTOGRAPH (of James & Lily POTTER ) -- thengoes blankets bloom once again when, down the hall, aTOILET FLUSHES. Instantly, the SHADOW stiffens, theblankets DIM, and the tent flattens. Just the bedroom door OPENS, UNCLE peers inside, eyes flashing suspiciously, tent the blankets blaze, we CUT INSIDE, find a SKINNY BOYwith a crow's nest of black hair, thick glasses sittingcrookedly atop his nose: HARRY POTTER .

2 Open before himis Violeta Stitch's Extreme Incantations. Once again, MAXIMA!2 AEXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - SAME TIME - NIGHT2AA BLINDING BLAST OF LIGHT FLASHES from the second storywindow of Number Four. DOGS BARK. And a TITLE CARD appears: HARRY POTTERand thePrisoner of AzkabanThe light in the hallway SNAPS on, HARRY 's tent droopsonce more and, seconds later, HARRY 's door eases Vernon peers in and switches on the light. Theroom is utterly SILENT. Slowly, he closes the DOORBELL CHIMES and a shrill VOICE THUNDERS:AUNT PETUNIA ( ) HARRY ! HARRY ! HARRY bounds down the stairs and into the front hall,where his AUNT PETUNIA and cousin DUDLEY stand flicks a bit of fluff from Dudley's sweater,glowers crossly at HARRY , and jerks her head toward PETUNIAWell, go on.

3 Open reaches for the knob when -- BLAM! -- it BURSTSOPEN, revealing a LARGE, WADDLING WOMAN (AUNT MARGE) anda LARGE WADDLING BULLDOG (RIPPER). Uncle Vernon lurchesforward out of the teeming RAIN, an ENORMOUS SUITCASE inhand, and drops it on PETUNIAM arge! Welcome! How was thetrain?AUNT MARGEW retched. Ripper got PETUNIAAh. MARGEI would've left him with theothers, but he pines so when I'maway. Don't you, darling?Aunt Marge puckers her lips at Ripper and leads him downthe hallway. HARRY follows with Uncle Vernon.(CONTINUED)2 BINT. HARRY 'S ROOM - SAME TIME - NIGHT2B3thru5 OMITTED3thru56 INT. FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - STAIRWAY/FRONT HALL - Vernon. I need you to signthis VERNONWhat is it?HARRYN othing. Something for Vernon eyes the PARCHMENT in HARRY 's VERNONL ater perhaps.

4 If you will if she MARGE(turning, eyeing HARRY )So. Still here, are you? MARGEDon t say 'yes' in that ungratefultone. Damn good of my brother tokeep you, if you ask me.(to Vernon, Petunia)It'd have been straight to anorphanage if he'd been dumped onmy then Dudley -- sitting comatose before the TV --emits a HOLLOW, BRAIN-DEAD MARGEIs that my Dudders! Hm? Is thatmy neffy poo? Come and say helloto your Auntie flashes a thick FAN of POUND NOTES. Dudley blinks,waddles forward, and extends his plump palm looks on, then sees Ripper snuffling about HARRY clears the dishes, Uncle Vernon brings out abottle of brandy.(CONTINUED)6 CONTINUED:67 INT. FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - DINING ROOM - VERNONCan I tempt you, Marge?AUNT MARGEJust a small one.

5 A bit abit That's the boy.(taking a sloppy sip)Aah. Excellent nosh, 's normally just a fry-up forme, what with twelve smacks her lips, lowers her brandy, and lets Rippertake a slobbery lap out of the then catchesHarry MARGEWhat are you smirking at! Whereis it that you send him, Vernon?UNCLE VERNONSt. Brutus's. It's a first-rateinstitution for hopeless this, HARRY frowns, glances at Uncle Vernon, whoglares darkly at MARGEI see. And do they use the caneat St. Brutus's, boy? HARRY (sarcastically)Oh, yes. I've been beaten loadsof MARGEE xcellent. I won't have thisnamby-pamby wishy-washy nonsenseabout not hitting people whodeserve it.(another sip)Still. Mustn't blame yourself forhow this one's turned out, all comes down to blood.

6 Badblood will out. What is it theboy's father did, Petunia?AUNT PETUNIA(agitated)Nothing. That he didn'twork. He was -- unemployed.(CONTINUED)7 MARGEOf course. And a drunk,I expect --HARRYThat's a Marge pauses on her wine, eyes narrowing on MARGEWhat did you say?HARRYMy dad wasn't a ! The GLASS in Aunt Marge's hand PETUNIAOh my goodness! Marge!AUNT MARGENot to worry, Petunia. I have avery firm stares at the shattered glass in VERNONYou go to bed. MARGEQ uiet, Vernon. It doesn't matterabout the father. In the end itcomes down to the mother. You seeit all the time with dogs. Ifthere's something wrong with thebitch, there'll be something wrongwith the up! Shut up!Aunt Marge starts to reply, when -- ZING!

7 -- a BUTTON onher dress sails into the air. SEAMS GROAN. THREADSNAPS. Aunt Marge's eyes WIDEN. Her cheeks BILLOW. Herwhole body BILLOWS. And she begins to INFLATE like aMONSTROUS VERNONMARGE!As she rises, Uncle Vernon leaps for her. RIPPER GROWLS,fixes his teeth to his trousers. HARRY frightened bywhat he's done, watches Aunt Marge BOUNCE GENTLY acrossthe ceiling and into the : (2) others race outside. As Aunt Marge begins to floataway, Uncle Vernon grips her VERNONDon't worry! I've got to his Uncle Vernon himself begins toRISE. Aunt Marge looks fearfully into his MARGEV ernon. Don't you dare --But he does. He lets go. Falls to his knees. Andwatches Aunt Marge float crashes inside, takes his TRUNK, then puts his heelto a LOOSE FLOORBOARD and removes his WAND from itshiding place.

8 Turning, he grabs the PHOTOGRAPH of ! BOOM! BOOM! HARRY tows the TRUNK down finds Uncle Vernon waiting for VERNONYOU BRING HER BACK! YOU BRING HERBACK AND PUT HER RIGHT!HARRYNo! She deserved what she got!And you keep away from Vernon eyes HARRY 's wand nervously, then grins withknowing VERNONYou're not allowed to do magic outof school. They won't have younow. You've got nowhere to realizes it's true. Briefly falters. Then:HARRYA nywhere's better than HARRY storms out with his trunk, we DOLLY TO thestreet WITH him. High in the sky, a plump DOT BACK YARD - CONTINUOUS ACTION - DUSK7A8 INT. HARRY 'S ROOM - DUSK (SECONDS LATER)89 INT. HALLWAY - DUSK (SECONDS LATER)99 AEXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - DUSK (SECONDS LATER) walks and walks and walks, stops.

9 Glancesabout. An empty PLAYGROUND. SWINGS CREAKING gently onrusted chains. A tiny CAROUSEL, kissed gently by thewind, turning drops the trunk. Sits. Deep in the night, anALARM SHRIEKS, goes SILENT. HARRY , still as a In the trees above, LEAVES TREMBLE. The turns, studies the swaying swings, the , stiffens. Turns back. Sensing something inthe shadows across the street, he rises. Slowly drawshis he it. Something BIG. Darker than theshadows which conceal it. Something with WIDE, steps back. Afraid to look. Afraid not to. he TRIPS, tumbles over the forgottentrunk. The tip of his wand ! TWIN BEAMS of BLINDING LIGHT spear the !GIANT WHEELS bear down. HARRY rolls clear -- just as aPREPOSTEROUSLY PURPLE, TRIPLE-DECKER BUS SCREECHES to ahalt.

10 GOLD LETTERS glimmer above the windscreen: TheKnight HISS. Snap back. REVEAL STAN SHUNPIKE, an 18-year-old boy in a WRINKLED CONDUCTOR'S UNIFORM. Pastyface. Raccoon eyes. Stan looks like he hasn't seen thesun in SHUNPIKE(wearily, drearily)Welcome to the Knight transport for thestranded witch or wizard. My nameis Stan Shunpike, and I will beyour conductor this evening.(peering at HARRY )Wha' choo doin' down there?HARRYFell SHUNPIKEWha' choo fall over for?(CONTINUED)10 EXT. MAGNOLIA CRESCENT - NIGHT (LATER) didn't do it on eyes HARRY suspiciously, nods SHUNPIKEWell, come on then. Let's notwait for the grass to Stan grabs HARRY 's trunk, HARRY peers into the shadowsacross the street -- now simply shadows -- and seats.