caked with ice. It is
winter and it is harsh.
The faint sound of the copter turns their attention.
THE COPTER
flying ever lower now. The man with the gun leans
dangerously outside and fires away at the dog as it nears
the outpost.
THE MEN
outside the compound look to one another, incredulous.
THE COPTER
much too low now, and chastised by the wind, attempts a
high-speed landing, directly on the he
cakes and biscuits. Both men are desperately worried: the
Valet is thin and middle-aged; the Cook, plump and Italian. It is very cold. They
wear shawls over their night-dresses and clogs on their feet. They wheeze as they
climb. The candles throw their shadows up onto the peeling walls of the house,
which is evidently an old one and in bad decay. A cat scuttles swiftly between
their bare legs, as
stale jumbo dogs
and a couple of beers,
youll be whistling
a different tune.
You know what l like.
Good morning, ladies.
Dont forget,
staff meeting in minutes.
Michelle-- havent seen
her all morning.
-Have you?
-Ten to one shes wallowing.
lts my turn. lll get her,
you get the coffee,
meet me in the corner in .
Wait, wait, wait.
Here, take some samples.
Samples. Samples.
Great idea.
Oh, boy.
Drama
TRACKING DOWN the line of empty, open capsules. Frozen twilight. The final four capsules are sealed, lids in place.
ANGLE - INSIDE CAPSULE
NEWT, then RIPLEY. HICKS next, his head and chest bandaged. Then BISHOP in his caul of plastic. But the lid of Bishops capsule is misted with hothouse condensation.
CLOSER
A tear of fluid streaks the condensation.
An alarm SOUNDS.
A monitor begins to scroll da
Baby Boy Script
Theres this psychiatrist...
...a lady named Dr. Frances Cress Welsing.
She has a theory
about the black man in America.
She says that because
of the system of racism...
...the black man has been made
to think of himself as a baby...
...a not yet fully formed being
who has not realised his full potential.
To support her claim,
she offers the following:
First...
...what does a black