DR. BURTON, the Chief Psychiatrist moves down the old hallway, face tense. He steps through a doorway into...
INT. MAXIMUM SECURITY - NIGHT
Security cells. Criminal maniacs sealed behind protective casings.
A GUARD stands before a heavy door.
GUARD
Hell of a night, huh Doc?
BURTON
Hells in here.
Hydraulics HISS. The cell door unseals.
INT. SECURE ISOLATION CELL
Oil. This war culminates in the
disastrous Bay of Pigs invasion in April 1961,
when Kennedy refuses to provide air cover for
the exile brigade. Of the 1600 men who invade,
114 are killed, 1200 are captured. The Cuban
exiles and the CIA are furious at Kennedys
irresolution ... Kennedy, taking public
responsibility for the failure, privately claims
the CIA lied to him and tried to manipulat
seal up the book until the end of days.
But Rostenberg may have found the key to unlock it.
See, he believed the Bible was a holographic computer program,
and instead of two dimensions, it should be studied in three.
If this could be achieved, the code would actually...
feed us prophecies of our coming future.
Anyway...
The reason I discuss this in my book is because...
what we want to believe as
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SEALED CHAMBER - MINUTES LATER (ETERNAL NIGHT)
COLE, wearing the "space suit" and a helmet with a plastic visor,
steps into a tiny chamber, a kind of air lock. The heavy door
clangs shut behind him. Hes alone. COLES breath comes quicker
now as he sucks oxygen from the air tanks on his back.
On the opposite wall is another door with a huge wheel lock.
COLE turns the heavy wheel, opens the door, st
oil lamp hangs from a pivoting cleat like the
swinging lamp in a ship.
2ND PRAETORIAN GUARD
Caesar, were nearly there.
EXT. WAGON
Commodus steps down and pulls his cape up against the
bitter cold. Galen follows, curiously overcoming his
natural hatred of discomfort. TRIBUUS, burly Praetorian
Guard commander salutes Commodus and leads him to the edge
of a gully. Tribuus is an old-timer for whom Co
ripple and rumble as it runs down the deck towards the stern.
EXT. BOAT - NIGHT - STERN
A stack of oil drums rests on the stern. They are stacked on a palette with ropes at each corner that attach it to a huge crane on the dock. One of the barrels has been punctured at its base. Gasoline trickles freely from the hole.
The flame is racing now towards the barrels. Keaton smiles weakly to himself.
ENTRAPMENT
Ronald Bass
First Draft Screenplay
December 2, 1996
Story by:
Ronald Bass
and Michael Herzberg
EXT. HANCOCK TOWER, CHICAGO - LATE NIGHT
Lake Shore Drive. Four oclock in the morning. Minimal traffic,
minimal life. As MAIN TITLES BEGIN, we PAN UP the face of...
...Hancock Tower. Up, up, forty floors, sixty, eighty, very dark
up here, street sounds fading fast, and as CREDITS CONTINUE we
oil tool company.
When Doug moved out,
he left this box.
He told me I could
hold it...
til he could make up
his back rent.
Do you have any idea
where he might be now?
You might try checking down
at Our Lady of Charity.
Marine, huh?
Ah, Recon.
- I was in the service
for a while myself.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Do you know him?
Well, he comes here
sometimes.
Nice guy too.
Uh, if I see him,
Ill... Ill te
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
th