of "jaws" protrude and puncture the hull of the
small craft. It glows white hot with power.
INT. SKULL SHIP - OPERATING THEATRE
We see a surgical table, its contents obscured by the shadows,
save for the back of a malformed head. Computer banks and monitors
are everywhere. A small ROBOT works beside the table - implanting
a cable into the back of the malformed head. It throws a switch.
Raw energy
of there!
Jensen, look out!
Come on, Jensen.
Come on back.
What happened?
Whole damn mountain bout fell on your head.
And John here, he saved your life.
Thats my dad.
I want you out of this mine. Dont come back, you stupid son of a bitch.
Didnt I tell you to watch the roof?
Now we all couldve been killed cause you didnt have the sense to look up!
Thats my dad.
Homer.
Howd it go?
Well, I told you.
of herself.
Starting to think it was a mistake
not getting you on in some town to learn a trade.
I dont like towns. Never liked them.
Oh, youre just saying that cause you heard me say it.
Get yourself a trade and set up in a town.
Youll always have a roof over your head,
a bed up off the ground,
and food no further away than a caf.
Aint that so, Charley?
That was a big help.
Might as well be talk
of
misplaced power exists and will persist ... We
must never let the weight of this combination
endanger our liberties or democratic processes.
We should take nothing for granted ...
ELECTION IMAGERY
School kids reciting the Pledge of Allegiance. WPA films of farmers
harvesting the Texas plains. Rain, thunderheads, a dusty car coming
from far away on a road moving towards Dallas. Cowboys ro
of light, scurry across islands of rusting junk.
The flashlight beam settles on a ladder mounted in the wall.
Reaching the rusted ladder, COLE starts to climb awkwardly.
EXT. CITY STREET/FUTURE - MOMENTS LATER (NIGHT)
A SCRAPING NOISE as a heavy man-hole cover is pushed up and moved
aside. COLES helmeted head emerges from below.
COLES POV THROUGH HIS PLASTIC-VISORED HELMET: a city in
moonlight! A
of view he sees a couple embracing.
EMILY GREENLEAF
Darling couple, arent they?
HERBERT GREENLEAF
Yes. An exceptional young man.
From another vantage point Ripley hurries on as Fran gets
into her boyfriends car. A piano quartet starts up.
EXT. THEATER. EVENING.
Ripley runs past the droves of arriving concert-goers and
heads for the theater. Music continues.
INT. MENS ROOM, THEATER. NIGHT.
The int
with them?
I dont know when
anything began anymore...
or when its gonna end.
Who will be the first
to lose his life?
He, in the coma?
Or me?
[ Buzzing ]
[ Sniffing ]
[ Sniffing ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Paper Crinkling ]
[ Clattering ]
All right.
You can get dressed now.
Your Fallopian tubes
are severely damaged.
It, uh, looks like you had
some kind of an infection...
that, uh, wasnt taken
care of properly.
of pumps)
Two feet six inches, sir... and holding.
- Good work, Mr Lamb.
- Thank you, sir.
So, whats the butchers bill?
Nine dead, wounded.
Joe Plaice.
He has a severely depressed fracture of
the skull. I dont think hell see out the night.
Lord Blakeney.
Just a broken arm, sir.
Well, youre in very good hands.
Im doing everything I can.
I know you were close to his father.
His father wouldve under
of breath.
MORAN
What the hell would have caused that?
WHALEY
Ill tell you what a head wound like this
puts me in the mind of...
Whaley reaches for the instrument tray, and selects a sharp
cut-throat razor.
CUT TO:
INT. CORONERS LAB - DAY
CLOSE ON a DROP of BLOOD as it lands in SLOW MOTION on a
white porcelain tray.
VISUAL FX TRANSITION TO:
EXT. SAN PIEDRO ISLAND - DAY
Snow falling on cedars.
The
heads for an elegant CPW building.
INT. MACLEANS NEW YORK APARTMENT - MORNING
Dressed in running clothes, Annie opens the door and picks up
several newspapers that were delivered. She carries them into
the kitchen and sets them beside a huge stack of publications,
magazines, papers, etc... Knowing she must read all of them at
some point, she breathes a disgusted sign. She thumbs through
the