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female VOICE
speaks: *
VOICE * 3 billion human lives ended on August 29th, * 1997. The
survivors of the nuclear fire called * the war Judgment Day. They
lived only to * face a new nightmare, the war against the *
Machines... *
A metal foot crushes the skull like china.
TILT UP, revealing a humanoid machine holding a massive battle rifle.
It looks like a CHROME SKELETON... a high-tech Death figure
WORKERS.
LEWIS
Because you dropped the whole kick-ass
section, now weve got this thing hanging
out there.
SHEPHERD
Theres a thing hanging out there?
LEWIS
"Americans can no longer afford to
pretend that they live in a great
society." Then ...nothing. No
explanation. No context. So now i
ts just this thing.
SHEPHERD
And its hanging out there?
LEWIS
Yes, sir.
SHEPHERD stops at an open doorway,
Female aviator, it just so
happens.
(to Hayes)
Youre familiar with this report and
its conclusion, am I right?
HAYES
I was one member of the investigating
commission.
DEHAVEN
Yes, I see your signature right here
-- twice the size of everyone
elses. And your conclusion was
"pilot error," hmm?
HAYES
Im really not prepared for any kind
of in-depth review of --
DEHAVEN
Id like to think our next Secre
WORKER.
IKE (contd)
If you guys are here any longer,
theyre gonna make you sign a lease.
CONSTRUCTION WORKER
Your column should be so funny.
Ike turns and walks down the street, talking into cell phone.
IKE
Okay, I was also thinking I might write
about...
He spots a RICH LADY with tons of diamonds getting out of a
Limousine, talking to a CHAUFFEUR. He goes up to her.
IKE (contd)
Excuse me. I w
who continue to believe in themselves despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. This is GUS GORMAN.
Behind the teller몶s wicket is a middle-aged female CLERK with the requisite officious manner and heart of stone common to her profession. As the MAN ahead of GUS finishes his turn and walks away, she barks out:
CLERK
Name?
GUS
(as he tries to
untangle his
yo-yo string)
Gus Gorman.
1984 Script
This is our land.
A land of peace and of plenty.
A land of harmony and hope.
This is our land.
Oceania.
These are our people.
The workers, the strivers, the builders.
These are our people.
The builders of our world, struggling...
fighting, bleeding...
dying.
On the streets of our cities and on the far-flung battlefields.
Fighting against the mutilation of our hopes and dreams.
Who are
hands...
CUT TO:
INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY
CLARICES POV - MOVING - as she first sees, sitting on the edge of a bed - a FEMALE HOSTAGE. Black, late 20s, gagged, hands behind her back. Then, SWIVELLING... she sees a startled MALE SUSPECT - white, mid-20s - standing by a window with a rifle in his hands. He is turning towards her...
Clarice drops into a combat crouch, gun extended, and shouts.
CLARICE
Worker" !
Probably pay better than this.
Ill be out on the water in my boat...
...and every time I make a set...
...therell be a floating
nursing home...
...with sons of bitches and
their cameras capturing the moment.
And what boat is this?
My boat.
You dont have a boat, honey.
Remember?
Oh, yes, I do.
Im getting it back today.
Would you like some hors doeuvres?
Would you like some hors doeuvres?
Workers,
devoid of function,
pure movement...
rotating, thrusting...
a machine of desire. Round shapes
and jerking movements become one
within the image of two clocks.
One -hour and one -hour clock.
Day shift and night shift, hours each,
mark the Metropolis working day.
Two groups of Workers,
uniformed, in rows of six,
march in unison,
the exhausted half as fast as the fresh.
"They moved their fe