분야
hwpby Terry Hayes
first draft
1996
DEEP SPACE.
No atmosphere, no life, nothing. Just a web of lights- a billion stars hang
in a velvet void. The only sound is the howl of the cosmic wind.
The light of a distant sun strikes a rising planet. We see ragged
continents and oceans wreathed in cloud. This is earth rise. Our world
spins slowly in space, a thing of beauty, of awesome majesty. In all this
nothingness - life.
We push in on the planet - in to the Americas. The wind grows louder -
A PUEBLO VILLAGE.
A broken-down pick-up bumps into a God-forsaken villagea cluster of adobe
houses, blinding flurries of dust and sand. The pick-up stops in front of a
crumbling church. A man in his 60s gets out carrying a medical bag. This is
the DOCTOR.
A WOMANS FACE.
Screaming. Shes very young - a South American Indian - lying on a bed in a
corner of one of the houses. She is in the final throes of childbirth, a
sheet draped over her loins. The Doctor works between her legs, encouraging
her in Spanish.
The local PRIEST, not long out of the seminary, crouches at her side
counting off the beads of a rosary. He looks like he is about to pass out.
SUDDENLY THE WOMAN BITES DOWN HARD ON HER LIP. A THIN LINE OF BLOOD COURSES
DOWN HER CHIN. THE BREATH EXPLODES FROM HER LUNGS AS SHE PUSHES REALLY HARD
-
DOCTOR
Arriva!
He lifts the child from her loins, but it makes no sound. We dont see the
baby - just the shock on the Doctors face. The mother struggles up to see
her child.
The Doctor grabs the sheet from her torso and covers the baby with it. He
thrusts the bundle into the Priests hands.
DOCTOR (CONTD)
(in Spanish)
Dead - the child is dead. Now go!
We hold on the mothers anguished face. Dissolve to
A HELICOPTER
Off the roof of a tall hospital building. As it rises up into the night we
see a red cross painted on its side. Its an air ambulance.
The chopper turns away. The Manhattan skyline, every skyscraper a blaze of
lights, opens up behind it. The chopper swoops over the Brooklyn bridge and
into the night.
GROVE OF TREES
Winters coming on - every leaf is a different shade of amber and gold. The
helicopter drops down between the branches and lands on an immaculately
tended lawn. Surrounding it are the gracious buildings of a great
university. Harvard.
Two paramedics clamber out of the back of the helicopter and load a
stainless steel casket onto a gurney. They wheel it fast towards one of the
buildings. As they go through the front doors, we hold on a sign etched
into the stone
DEPARTMENT OF BIOLOGY
A PAIR OF MECHANICAL HANDS
slide a long cylindrical "key" into the stainless steel casket. We pull
back to reveal the casket lies in a sealed, uncontaminated room. A group of
people in lab coats -scientists and researchers - stare through the glass
walls.
A young TECHNICIAN, working at a console, keyboards in a series of
commands.
Sswhish. The top of the steel casket swings open. Clouds of white gas
stream out -whatevers inside has been nitrogen cooled.
The gas clears. Lying inside is the body of a newborn child - except that
the baby has the skin, the face and the features of a man of eighty. The
scientists and the researchers react - shocked.
One of the mechanical hands glides towards the baby. In its fingers it
holds a long steel scalpel. This is the highest-tech autopsy youve ever
seen. The scalpel drives down, about to open the chest cavity -
BLOOD SPRAYS
But not from the babys chest - its in glass vials, exploding as white-hot
flames consume them. A plastic-gloved lab assistant, silhouetted against
the flames, is emptying hospital waste into a furnace. He slams the door
shut.
He turns we see his face. Hes in his 4Os, handsome in a rough-hewn way - a
strong jaw and a muscular body. Theres a cool intelligence in his eyes,
but a two-day beard and a worn-out uniform make him look like a man who,
between youth and middle-age, lost his way. And so he has. His name is WILL
ROBINSON.
He takes a steel trolley, wheels it through a set of swing doors and out of
sight.
CLOSED CIRCUIT TV SCREEN
features the image of one of the scientists we recognize from the autopsy.
Shes in her 30s - attractive, long hair left loose on her shoulders, an
air of authority about her. Her name is BILLIE RAE DIAMOND. She is a
Professor of Biology.
We tilt down from the screen. It hangs from a wall in a deserted laboratory
-overhead lights, rows and rows of wire animal cages. Moving down death
row, feeding the lab animals, is Will Robinson.
TWO SAD-EYED CHIMPS, CLEANING EACH OTHER IN THEIR TINY CAGE, TURN AND STARE
AT HIM. SUDDENLY WILL STOPS - HES HEARD SOMETHING ON THE SCREEN THAT HAS
CAUGHT HIS ATTENTION. HE TURNS AND LOOKS -
DIAMOND
The exact cause of death is still unknown. What is certain - were dealing
with something weve never seen before. Every organ in the body is
affected...
Superimposed over Diamonds face is a three dimensional, computer-generated
graphic of the babys body.
Will forgets about what hes doing. He walks towards the screen.
