127 Hours Page #12

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EXT. CANYON. PRE DAWN.

He watches them devour him and then he clears them away from

his hand. Suddenly breaks and he's busy now well before

sunrise. In the grey-white, soft morning he is involved in

recycling his overnight insulation gear into a crude lift and

pulley.

Obsessive, inventive, analytical, he constantly adjusts and

adds and subtracts, and cannibalizes. Undoing and tieing

knots with his teeth and hand. Each time nothing happens to

the rock. But each time he doesn't stop. He tries again and

again and again; looping and re-looping throwing and catching

ropes; creating footholds and bouncing in them with his foot,

his knees, his ass.

Finally he stops. He looks down. For a moment it's as though

he will cry. He looks up to where he came from and

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INT/EXT. VARIOUS. CANYON AND BEYOND. DAY.

... suddenly we're moving, retracing his journey at

increasing and eventually staggering speed.

Through the slot canyon, up and into the blazing light across

the desert paths, past his chained-up bicycle and back to his

truck waiting at the side of the road. But we don't stop...

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. DAY.

We crash into the back of the truck and there, lying on its

side is an almost-full bottle of Gatorade, and then there's a

grapefruit, and another one, and they've got sparkly

condensation on them -like advertising spritzer mist - all

over them. And a water bottle, and an orange. And high

energy snack bars and another orange. The fruit seems to

roll around the empty truck.

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The Gatorade lies on its side and the liquid slaps slowly

backward and forward like a Lava lamp. The liquid literally

bulges with wetness, moisture texture, and we...

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

... snap back to Aron's face.

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TITLE:

" MONDAY ":

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VIDEO MESSAGE TWO. INTERCUT WITH LIVE FOOTAGE.

Aron trying not to look at himself:

ARON:

It's freaking me out looking at myself so I hope you guys are

OK with this

PAUSE:

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REALTIME:

We can see 2 images of him when we go behind the balanced

video on the rock, as he has deliberately turned the screen

away from himself.

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VIDEO:

ARON:

It's Monday - all day - bummer. I

spent the morning trying to create

a 6:
1 system ration and lift the

boulder but friction between the

rope and carabiners is dissipating

every bit of force I apply.

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ARON (CONT'D)

All it's good for is sitting in...

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REALTIME:

We see a more objective view of his morning's activities as

he describes them. We see him below us as the raven flies

between us and him.

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VIDEO:

ARON:

There's a raven flies overhead, I

clocked it at 8.15. I'll bet it's

there tomorrow too. I'll film it

for you tomorrow

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REALTIME:
EXT. SKY. DAY.

We see the raven and we see him check his watch. Sure

enough, 8.14 Slides to 8.15.

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VIDEO:

ARON:

I have about one hundred and fifty

millilitres of water left. That's

four ounces. I can't believe it

but I peed twice today, within a

few minutes of each other. How is

this possible? It's two days since

I peed, I'm dehydrated and I had to

go so quickly I forgot to save the

first. I saved the second in the

CamelBak. Will I drink it? It

smells foul, and hot but it'll

settle. And I can chill it in the

sand in the night. It's like Polar

winter here for nine hours.

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REALTIME:

We see his precious bottle of water. It looks back at him.

Next to it is the Camelbak of his stored urine.

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VIDEO:

ARON:

No number twos. Which will

disappoint my insect friends.

They're gonna have to wait. The

sunlight appears down here for a

few hours. I get 15 minutes of it

at 9.35... and apart from chipping

away uselessly at this rock that's

pretty much my morning routine.

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REALTIME - TIME-LAPSE:

Aron is deathly still as we travel towards him with the

dagger of light. His leg is stretched out and the only

movement is the change of leg halfway through. He stays in

shot throughout getting bigger and then smaller as the light

approaches and recedes; the sliver of light leaves the

canyon.

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