127 Hours Page #10
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INT. CANYON. DAY. VIDEO FOOTAGE.
We see his reaction to this sound through the video message.
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INT. CANYON. DAY. REALTIME.
He puts the camera down and listens. People descending at
the S log! He can hear them. He screams and screams and
screams and then he stops. He listens again.
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INT. CANYON. DAY. ARON'S POV BACK UP THE CANYON.
The noise is there still. Again he screams and screams.
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INT. CANYON. DAY.
Breathing hard, heart racing he listens again. The noise is
still there unchanged. He knows now it's not people. They
would have heard him.
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INT. CANYON. DAY. ARON'S POV.
He looks above and behind and sees a kangaroo rat
disappearing, scuffling, behind a chockstone.
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INT. CANYON. DAY.
He stops, staring at the camera still recording. He picks it
up, rewinds and ...
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INT. CANYON. DAY. VIDEO FOOTAGE.
... re-runs the sound of him screaming for help.
33.
ARON:
(SCREAMING)
HELP!!! HELP!!!! OVER HERE!!!
HEEELLLPP!!!
Freaky. We just see an arbitrary view of the rock and sky on
the video camera, maybe with a bit of elbow, but we hear his
desperation, screaming at no one, distorting on the tiny
speaker.
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INT. CANYON. DAY. REALTIME.
He stops it. The sound of his absolute helplessness and need
freaks him out and threatens absolute despair. Snorts.
ARON:
No one's coming Aron.
He rewinds to the end of the message and erases his futile
calls for help.
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EXT. ARON'S TRUCK. DAY.
Aron's Truck. We sense him in the cab but we're not inside
with him yet. Music loud and pulsing as we travel towards
the inflatable Scooby Doo. It's 12ft tall, powered by a mini-
generator.
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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. DAY.
Aron swerves to affect the figure which buckles and flaps in
his after-draft.
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EXT. ROAD. DAY.
We stay with the dancing figure as his truck drives away into
the landscape. The generator fan rattles on as the booming
bass of the truck fades.
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INT. CANYON. DAY.
You can see him thinking. Will the girls go to the party?
34.
EXT. GOOGLE-EARTH SATELLITE SHOT OF WILDERNESS. DUSK.
We're now high above the desert, and in the time-lapse we see
the soft, grey, endless line of darkness cross right to left
BRINGING -
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TITLE:
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INT. CANYON. NIGHT.
A flashing, strobe-ing light - Aron's head-lamp bouncing back
and forth off the canyon walls - but also, as he continues to
chip away...
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INT. CANYON. NIGHT.
...jump-cutting, strobe-lit as though by flash, of Aron madly
dressing for the night.
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C/U:
WATCHWe see the thermometer on his watch falling down and down
from 70 => below 50.
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INT. CANYON. NIGHT.
The whole thing is almost like stop-frame animation. He
cannibalizes everything he can, using his knife, his teeth,
he tears holes in a cloth camera bag, he's frantically paced
to occupy himself, to pass time, to create heat from energy,
but he has to be careful not to stab himself in the eye. He
thrusts his left arm into the newly fashioned sleeve, pulling
it up with his teeth.
Purple webbing around his right arm, the insulated Camelbak
protects his upper arm from the chilling canyon wall. Yellow
webbing wraps a grocery bag (that held the burritos) round
35.
The dirty green and yellow ropes are curled round his legs
like pythons. Finally he puts his head inside the rope bag.
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INT. ROPE BAG. BLACK.
It's plastic inside and although it's black the light from
his head-lamp suddenly lights him up alarmingly as we go
inside with him.
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EXT. ROPE BAG. NIGHT.
He looks like a multi-coloured version of the Michelin Man,
only much thinner.
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INT. ROPE BAG. NIGHT.
He laughs, as though he can see how ludicrous he looks.
We return to normal speed as he turns the light off.
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INT. ROPE BAG. NIGHT.
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