12 Monkeys Page #2
- TV-14
- Year:
- 2015
- 42 min
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AMPLIFIED VOICE (o.s.)
Raise your arms above your head.
COLE lifts his arms and the FIGURES start scrubbing his armpits.
INT. TINY CHAMBER - SHORTLY (ETERNAL NIGHT)
Still naked, COLE is seated on a stool while a MASKED TECHNICIAN
in a less elaborate, less bulky decontamination outfit draws
blood from COLE'S arm with an old-fashioned hypodermic needle.
COLE glances toward a single, nearly opaque "window" of thick
plastic in the rusty iron wall. VAGUE FIGURES seem to lurk
behind the translucent aperture, studying him.
The TECHNICIAN slips the blood sample through a slot in the wall.
INT. ENGINEERING OFFICE/FUTURE WORLD - ETERNAL NIGHT
Ushered in by two guards, TINY and SCARFACE, COLE looks around.
COLE'S POV:
wails hidden by old headlines, articles, maps, charts...a blackboard covered with elaborate, sophisticated formulae...surfaces
heaped with cracked monitors, gerry-rigged computers held together with
string, lasers lost in tangles of cable, ancient tube amplifiers, a
dilapidated cardboard reconstruction of a city, stacks of moldering
books and tattered computer printouts...and, seated at a long conference
table, staring at COLE, six SCIENTISTS: an ASTROPHYSICIST, ENGINEER,
BOTANIST, MICROBIOLOGIST, ZOOLOGIST, and a GEOLOGIST. They represent
a "modern" science where brilliant new ideas interface with crude,
outdated, patched-together technologies.
TINY:
James Cole. Cleared from quarantine.
MICROBIOLOGIST:
Thank you. You two wait outside.
SCARFACE:
He's got a history, Doctor. Violence.
COLE'S eyes return to the walls.
Headlines:
"CLOCK TICKING! NO CURE YET!"SCARFACE:
Anti-social six -- doing 25 to life.
ENGINEER:
I don't think he's going to hurt us. You're
not going to hurt us, are you Mr. Cole?
COLE'S head turns quickly to the ENGINEER.
COLE:
No, sir.
The GUARDS exchange a look, shrug, exit, closing the door.
MICROBIOLOGIST:
Why don't you sit down, Mr. Cole.
COLE goes to the empty chair at the conference table, sits down.
ASTROPHYSICIST:
We want you to tell us about last
night.
COLE:
I went to the surface and I collected
specimens like I was told.
The SCIENTISTS don't say anything. They just study him carefully.
COLE:
(worried)
I mashed the spider, didn't I?
MICROBIOLOGIST:
We'll get to the spider later, Mr.
Cole. Right now, we want to know
everything that you saw.
INT. ENGINEERING OFFICE - AN HOUR LATER (ETERNAL NIGHT)
COLE, starting to look very tired now, stands at the blackboard
sketching a detailed map of exactly where he was last night.
ASTPOPHYSICIST:
Where you collected sample #4, what
street was that?
COLE:
Uh...
BOTANIST:
It's important to observe everything.
COLE:
I think it was...I'm sure it was 2nd Street.
As the SCIENTISTS start to whisper animatedly among themselves,
COLE'S eyes drift across the newspaper clippings taped to the
wall. One headline screams, "VIRUS MUTATING!" Another features
a photo of an OLD MAN (DR. MASON, who we'll see again later on)
and the words, SCIENTIST SAYS, "IT'S TOO LATE FOR CURE".
ASTROPHYSICIST'S VOICE (o.s.)
Close your eyes, Cole.
Startled, COLE closes his eyes obediently.
BLACKNESS. Like COLE, WE SEE NOTHING. But we HEAR their VOICES.
ENGINEER'S VOICE (o.s.)
Tell us in detail what you've seen in
this room.
COLE'S VOICE (o.s.)
Uh, in this room? Uh...
MICROBIOLOGIST'S VOICE (o.s.)
How many of us are there?
COLE'S VOICE (o.s.)
Six...seven, if you count me.
ASTROPHYSICIST'S VOICE (o.s.)
Tell us about the pictures on the wall...
COLE'S VOICE (o.s.)
Uh, you mean the newspapers?
A MONTAGE OF OVERLAPPING VOICES (o.s.)
Tell us about the newspapers. Can you
hear my voice? What do I look like?
What does he look like, the man who
just spoke? How old were you when you
left the surface?
The VOICES blur into a cacophony and FADE INTO the droning P.A.
SYSTEM at the airport.
INT. CONCOURSE/AIRPORT - DAY
THE DREAM AGAIN! But at an earlier moment. YOUNG COLE, flanked
by his PARENTS, whose faces are out of view, is watching a PLANE
land through one of the big glass windows that lines the concourse
leading to the departure gates.
P.A. SYSTEM (o.s.)
Flight 784 now boarding at gate...
Suddenly, a SHOUT, followed by raised VOICES, interrupts the
monotonous airport routine. As YOUNG COLE and his PARENTS turn
to see what's going on, a man we'll call MR. PONYTAIL, his face
averted, hurries past them, bumping YOUNG COLE with a Chicago
MR. PONYTAIL
WATCH IT!
YOUNG COLE sees little more than the gaudy pants, the duffle, and
the man's ponytail flopping as he rushes towards the gates.
Just then, a WOMAN'S VOICE cries out, "NOOOOOOOOO!"
YOUNG COLE turns back toward the Security Check Point just as
TRAVELERS scatter madly, some diving to the floor, others
running. A TERRIFIED TRAVELER, hitting the floor close by, looks
up at YOUNG COLE with panicky eyes, and asks....
TERRIFIED TRAVELER
Just exactly why did you volunteer?
INT. ENGINEERING OFFICE/FUTURE WORLD - (ETERNAL NIGHT)
COLE comes abruptly awake. Seated now, he's facing the SCIENTISTS.
ASTROPHYSICIST:
Wake up, Cole.
COLE:
Uh, I didn't hear the...
MICROBIOLOGIST:
(tapping a pencil on the table)
I asked you, why did you volunteer?
COLE:
Well, the guard woke me up. He told me
I volunteered.
The SCIENTISTS react, whispering urgently among themselves.
COLE starts to nod off again, then comes awake with a start as
ENGINEER:
We appreciate you volunteering. You're
a very good observer, Cole.
COLE:
Uh, thank you.
ENGINEER:
You'll get a reduction in sentence.
COLE keeps his face impassive.
ASTROPHYSICIST:
To be determined by the proper authorities.
ENGINEER:
You don't want to jeopardize that reduction,
do you, Cole? Have it taken away?
COLE:
No, sir!
ASTROPHYSICIST:
We have a very advanced program, something
very different, requires very skilled people.
MICROBIOLOGIST:
An opportunity to reduce your sentence
considerably...
ZOOLOGIST:
And possibly play an important role in
returning the human race to the surface
of the earth.
ENGINEER:
We want tough minded people. Strong
mentally. We've had some...misfortunes
with "unstable" types.
ASTROPHYSICIST:
For a man in your position...an opportunity.
BOTANIST:
Not to volunteer could be a real mistake.
MICROBIOLOGIST:
(tapping his pencil again)
Definitely a mistake!
COLE gives away nothing. He's in a box here. He has no choices.
He stares at the tapping pencil.
A strikingly "real" world of bright colors. Extravagant paintings
adorn the walls. A POET, tiny and ruddy faced, squints over his
glasses as he reads in a booming voice to an AUDIENCE of thirty
seated on folding chairs.
POET:
Still among the myriad microwaves, the
infra-red messages, the gigabytes of ones
and zeroes, we find words, infinitesimally
small, byte-sized now, tinier even than
science lurking in some vague electricity
where, if we listen we can hear the solitary
voice of that poet telling us,
"We are no other than a moving row
Of Magic shadow-shapes that come and go
Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern hold
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