I, Robot Page #14

SONNY:

Because the man in my dream, the

one standing by the hill.

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75.

SONNY (cont.d)

It wasn.t me...

(beat)

...it was you.

A CHILL. Ripping down Spooner.s spine. As Lanning. Takes

his arm.

100 INT. GLASS ROOM - U.S. ROBOTICS - NIGHT 100

A ROOM. Made entirely of GLASS. At the very top of the U.S.

Robotics building. Looking out, 360, across the whole city.

Spooner and Calvin. Brought to the room by a couple ESCORT

ROBOTS. They see a MAN. Standing at one of the glass walls

looking out at the TWINKLING LIGHTS.

MAN:

I thought this investigation was

over, Detective Spooner.

The Man turns. It.s Lance Robertson.

ROBERTSON:

We have the evidence. We have the

suspect. We have a ruling. So

imagine my surprise when I was told

you were in my building.

Shoots a look at Calvin.

ROBERTSON:

And that one of my own employees

brought you here.

(beat)

You can go now, Susan.

CALVIN:

Dr. Robertson, I...

ROBERTSON:

(cutting her off)

Just be thankful I.m not asking you

to clean out your office.

Beat. Calvin, nods. Heads out. Robertson. Watching her.

ROBERTSON:

You don.t seem to be able to let go

of this case, Detective.

SPOONER:

I.m not satisfied.

76.

ROBERTSON:

The relentless pursuit of truth.

Isn.t that what cops are known for?

To the point of futility.

SPOONER:

There.s nothing futile about a

man.s murder being covered up.

ROBERTSON:

.Covered up?. That.s a little

dramatic, don.t you think? Thanks

to you, we caught the machine that

did this and are destroying it

in...

(checks watch)

...three hours.

SPOONER:

Is that for the sake of humanity or

your stock holders?

Robertson. Walks across the Spooner. Looks him. Right in

the eye.

ROBERTSON:

Believe me -- I.d like nothing more

than to have that robot. If I

could have it in ten years, but not

today. As you can see from the

Press, people are struggling to

keep up as it is. There.s a hunger

for progress, Detective. But also

a fear. Today it would bury this

company. That.s why I.ve notified

the authorities that we.re going to

end this -- tonight.

(looks out at the city)

The announcement of Heinrich.s

death at the hands of a robot wiped

a billion dollars off our stock.

So you tell me. If you were in my

position, what would you do?

He looks back at Spooner and smiles. That charismatic

Robertson we saw before.

ROBERTSON:

Now. I believe this conversation

is over. I don.t want to see you

near this building again,

Detective.

77.

He turns. Calling over. To the ESCORT ROBOTS...

ROBERTSON:

Get him out of here.

101 EXT. PLAZA - NIGHT 101

Spooner. Walking across the Plaza. Throwing a look over his

shoulder. At the LOOMING U.S.R. facade.

Pulls Sonny.s DRAWING. Out of his pocket. Looks down at it.

Shaking his head. Passes a TRASH CAN. And drops it in.

Continues on. Hands in his pockets. When...

He STOPS. Something. Occurring to him. Turns back to the

trash can just as...

A ROBOTIC CLEAN-UP CREW.s about to up-end it into a bin...

SPOONER:

No!...

He trots back. Plucking the drawing. Out of the can. Turns

it upside down. Seeing it. From a new perspective.

SPOONER:

(echoing Sonny)

.The place where robots meet..

Looks just like a MAP.

102 INT./EXT. SPOONER.S CAR (MOVING) - SURFACE HIGHWAY - NIGHT 102

Spooner emerges from the underground tunnel to the OUTSKIRTS

of the city. A sprawling INDUSTRIAL WASTELAND in the rolling

hills.

The dashboard GPS again displaying the TOPOGRAPHICAL MAP.

103

INT./EXT. SPOONER.S CAR (MOVING) - UNPAVED ROAD - NIGHT 103

Spooner.s car bounces along, leaving a cloud of dust behind

him. He slows down. Driving cautiously. The landscape

around him, desolate. Like the drawing.

THE GPS SCREEN shows his car, a WHITE SPOT. Entering a RED

ZONE. His destination.

Spooner brakes. Pulls out his GUN. And...

78.

104 EXT. WASTELAND - CONTINUOUS 104

...steps out of the car. Trying. To take it all in.

Something about the place. Unnerving. A low HUM.

Permeating the air.

He spreads the drawing out on the hood of the car. Shining a

FLASHLIGHT on it. Trying to get his bearings.

That HUM. Coming from nearby. On the other side. Of a

burned-out HILL. Spooner. Heads over. Starts cresting it.

As we WIDEN TO FIND...

105 EXT. WASTELAND - JUNKYARD - CONTINUOUS 105

...MASSIVE POWER LINES. Running from horizon to horizon.

Spooner slides down some loose shale. Begins to walk along

the line. ELECTRICITY. CRACKLING in the air.

He squints. Into the darkness. Nothing around him. Until.

He hears. Something. The GRATING. Of MECHANICAL JOINTS.

He stops. Not sure. If that.s what he heard.

Not moving. A muscle. When he hears. The sound again.

Behind him. Swings around. Cocking his gun. Sees...

GLOWING EYES. Appear. Then recede. Into the darkness.

SPOONER:

Police! Show yourself!

Nothing. Then. That sound again. Of metallic joints. As a

ROBOT. Suddenly emerges...

SPOONER:

Come out where I can see you!

ANOTHER ROBOT steps out into the light. Spooner, pointing

his gun at one robot. Then the other. Then...

A THIRD AND FOURTH APPEAR. Surrounding him. They start

moving towards him...

Spooner. Stumbling back. Panic. Rising in him like a wave.

Trips over a rock, falling to the ground. His gun FIRES.

The shot ECHOING through the night...

The first ROBOT turns, awkwardly. Revealing a BROKEN ARM,

hanging off its side. Another robot TEETERS on one leg with

a TICK TICK TICK...walking back the way it came.

79.

Spooner. Confused. Sweeps his flashlight. All around him.

The beam. Illuminating the shell of a couple CARS. Some

RUSTED MACHINERY.

Spooner. Shaking his head. Seeing more and more repair shop

JUNK. Piled up around him. His expression, hardening.

Anger giving way to embarrassment. Then. He LAUGHS. A

laugh of loathing and self-pity.

Another BROKEN ROBOT, lumbering towards him.

HYBRID ROBOT:

Welcome home...ZZZ...sir.

How...ZZZ was your day?...

SPOONER:

Great. I.m in a junkyard.

(into the air)

.A place where robots meet.. A

place where I.m losing my mind!

HYBRID ROBOT:

Very good...ZZZ...sir...

Spooner. Sitting down on the ground. Hopeless. Lost. A

ROBOTIC HAND. Crawling across the gravel next to him.

Dragging part of an ARM behind it. Its metal fingers moving

like some sick metal spider. Spooner stares at it for a

moment. Disturbed...

When. Something GLITTERS. In the distance. The MOONLIGHT.

Revealing a STRANGELY-SHAPED BUILDING. Something familiar

about it.

Spooner. Pulls out Sonny.s drawing. A landscape with the

same strangely-shaped building to one side.

106 EXT. JIFFY DATA STORAGE - NIGHT 106

Spooner walks up in front of the decrepit structure. Sees a

dead electronic SIGN that reads: .JIFFY DATA STORAGE..

Complete with goofy face and lightning bolt.

Spooner tries the door. Stuck. Uses his shoulder and...

107 INT. FRONT OFFICE - CONTINUOUS 107

...it gives way. He spills into some sort of front office.

The place, a mess. Some sort of crude ROBOT. Sits frozen at

the counter.

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