127 Hours Page #15

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INT. ROPE BAG. NIGHT

For Aron the volume of his and their shouting is deafening

and the first human sounds he has heard for days. He

watches, staring, laughing; not laughing, staring, eyes

tearing in self-pity.

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HE STOPS IT IN VISION

There's water, joy, 2 beautiful girls, happiness, sensuality,

company, freedom...

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INT. ROPE BAG. NIGHT.

He looks at the picture and then into the bag. His breathing

is hard, pronounced. He carefully tells himself..

ARON:

No. No. Don't.

He sees the moisture on the inside of the bag, condensation.

He licks it with his sticky tongue, twice, three times. He

looks back at the LCD screen.

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INT. ROPE BAG. NIGHT.

The LCD looks back at him.

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INT. ROPE BAG. NIGHT.

He kills the image and snaps it shut.

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INT. CANYON. NIGHT.

He emerges from the bag.

21.05 and looks at the bottle. He takes the Camelbak and

saying...

ARON:

See you later...

... swallows quickly 2 'spoons' of urine without disturbing

the sediment. Tangy and bitter, the saltiness makes him

wince.

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. DUSK.

We're in his truck again but this time over his shoulder and

we can see the Scooby Doo Figure dancing in the distance.

It's now lit up too, as night is falling, and we're coming at

it from the other direction. As he gets to it he swerves and

follows its guide to the party.

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EXT. DRIVEWAY. NIGHT

Jump cut, pulling up at the party.

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INT. PARTY. NIGHT.

Jump cut, inside it's nice, full of ordinary decent people,

though no one acknowledges Aron as we stay attached to his

shoulder. There's a mini-Scooby Doo dancing in the main room

and there's a light, early party atmosphere. Aron searches

for the girls, approaching any cluster to see which girls

they contain. Rana is there but doesn't acknowledge him.

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There's no Megan or Kristi anywhere and we finally settle on

the bar / drinks table where there is an ocean of all kinds

of drink. And melting ice in huge buckets with bottles of

beer floating around in them. And orange juice, and

popsicles. And melon, and lemon and lime. And grapefruit

and oranges for Margaritas are filling frosted glasses.

During the ritual we...

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INT. CANYON. NIGHT

Aron ducks out of his head-bag and shakes his water bottle.

Something he always does - to check the sound of real water.

To make sure he hasn't drunk it all without knowing. He

opens, tilts and holds as always and then ritualistically

removes his contact lenses and washes them in his mouth.

Suddenly a shiver tears across him like an attack dog. He

coughs a lens out and as he tries to catch it before it goes

into the sand he tips the bottle in his lap.

He hasn't put the top on fully. It goes horizontal on his

shorts and a leak of the sacred fluid darkens his tan shorts.

He whips it upright.

ARON:

(furious at himself)

F*** a nut, Aron. Pay f***ing

attention - look what you did?

He stares at the stain - with all the dirt on his shorts it's

already paste. He screws the lid on slowly and can barely be

bothered to lift his lens into his mouth.

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With difficulty he puts the murky lens back in his bloody

eye.

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INT. UNKNOWN. NIGHT.

The image shifts with the lens to night, everything short

focus. Only one thing at a time clear, everything else

diffuse. No idea where we are. We come over Aron's shoulder

and he's clearly in the deep background of a vehicle. In

front of him a half a dozen of his friends (boys and

girls)... and Rana, excitedly chatting. Though we can hear

nothing.

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Gradually it becomes clear it's night outside. They are all

undressing in their seats until all are butt naked. The tone

(we can't hear) is clearly more infantile than sexual. We're

beginning to see there's a ferocious blizzard outside. And

we appear to be badly exposed to it. Up a mountain, on the

crest of a high road... Snow, hail, swirls savagely around

all sides of the truck. We remain inside. It's warm, the

heater blows.

They prepare themselves for a mutual signal, press their

window buttons. All the windows open and a BLIZZARD explodes

inside the vehicle.

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EXT. MOUNTAIN. NIGHT.

One shot outside - POVs naked arms out the windows shaking

and saluting the storm. Their crazy, happy faces through the

windscreen as the weather invades the vehicle.

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INT. CANYON. NIGHT.

Aron very still, listens to their screams. He looks at his

knife dangling from his wrist by the shoelace.

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