I, Robot Page #16

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124 INT. HOLDING CELL - CONTINUOUS 124

The cell door slides open. Dr. Lanning steps inside.

Calvin. Looks up.

CALVIN:

Is it time?

LANNING:

(disdainful)

Yes.

Calvin. Turns to Sonny.

CALVIN:

Go with them. Do as they say.

CUT BACK TO:

125 INT./EXT. SPOONER.S CAR - CONTINUOUS 125

BAM! The back truck SLAMS into Spooner. Jolting him in his

seat. As...BAM! The FIRST TRUCK, SMASHES into him from the

front. No way out. As metal GRINDS...TWISTS...and SCREECHES

...bits of the car...TEARING off...

The FIRST TRUCK...backs off...a split second...allowing

Spooner...to spot...up ahead...a small GAP...at the curve of

the tunnel wall...

126 EXT. TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS 126

GRINDING the gears Spooner.s car accelerates...just

zipping...past the front truck...up and around...the concave

tunnel wall...and back onto...a clear stretch of highway...

The TRUCKS. Swiveling back around. To face forward again.

Their massive bodies. Catching up to Spooner...

127 INT./EXT. SPOONER.S CAR - CONTINUOUS 127

Spooner...seeing them...gaining on him...the speedometer...

reaching 275...up ahead...

THE TUNNEL...splitting off into two. Spooner. Heading

towards the LEFT TUNNEL...the TRUCKS...right on his

tail...when...

HE WRENCHES THE WHEEL...switching to the RIGHT tunnel at the

last possible second...

87.

128 EXT. TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS 128

...The first U.S.R. Truck CRASHING into the divider...jack-

knifing and KABOOM! EXPLODING against the tunnel ceiling...

129 INT./EXT. SPOONER.S CAR - CONTINUOUS 129

Spooner. Watching the ball of FIRE in his rearview mirror.

His car. Badly battered. Metal CRUNCHING. Tires

SCREECHING...

Spooner. Holding on. As his car. Continues to break up.

Listing. Rocking. Bits and pieces. Flying off. When it

finally. Comes to a stop.

Spooner.s shoulders, slump. Then. He hears a RUMBLING

sound. Turns around...

The SECOND U.S.R. TRUCK. Barreling towards him...

Spooner. Trapped. Like a nightmare. Desperately. Starts

KICKING at the windshield. No go...

The TRUCK. Racing towards him...

Spooner lunges his weight. Into the side door. Giving it.

Everything he.s got...

The TRUCK...getting closer...closer...its engine...ROARING...

The side door. Finally gives. Spooner pours out...

130 EXT. TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS 130

...Limping to the side as...The TRUCK SLAMS into his

car...erupting...into another huge EXPLOSION...

The impact...hurtling Spooner...into the adjacent TUNNEL...

He crashes...against concrete...looking up...suddenly

realising...he.s in the middle of four lanes of traffic...

CARS...racing by...at mind-numbing speeds...Spooner.s

coat...whipping...Spooner...trying...to keep his balance...as

he spies...

A MAINTENANCE DOOR across the way. Has no choice. Takes a

deep breath and...

MAKES A DASH ACROSS THE LANES...the cars. SENSORS...causing

them to swerve...SCREECHING...BEEPING...Spooner...just making

it...to the other side...

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Wrenching open. The maintenance door...

CUT TO:

131

INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS 131

CLOSE ON Sonny.s face.

PULL BACK to REVEAL he.s being wheeled down a hallway.

Flanked by Lanning. Calvin. And a cadre of SECURITY and

ENGINEER ROBOTS. Victor, hovering above...

CUT BACK TO:

132

EXT. CITY PLAZA - NIGHT 132

Spooner. Spilling out from below ground. Onto a public

Plaza. Exhausted. Battered. Spins around to get his

bearings.

The U.S. ROBOTICS COMPLEX rises above the old undistinguished

buildings. Blocks away. Many blocks away.

Spooner. Checks his watch. Then breaks into a run...

CUT TO:

133

INT. EXECUTION ROOM - U.S. ROBOTICS - NIGHT 133

Lance Robertson seated in the gallery. Along with other

EXECUTIVES, BOARD MEMBERS, REPORTERS. POLICE OFFICERS.

Glances at his watch.

A ROBOT TECHNICIAN. Checking over a JURY-RIGGED ELECTRIC

CHAIR...

CUT TO:

134

INT. CALVIN.S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS 134

Calvin. In her office. Pacing. In front of a LARGE SCREEN.

Featuring the execution room...

CUT TO:

135 INT. MAIN ENTRY - U.S. ROBOTICS - CONTINUOUS 135

Spooner. BURSTING through the entry doors. Hurtling over a

turnstile banner. Coming face to face with a U.S. Robotics

DOOR ROBOT.

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DOOR ROBOT:

Good evening, sir. May I see your

identification card?

SPOONER:

(out of breath)

Sure.

Spooner whips out his GUN. Presses it into the Robot.s

chest.

SPOONER:

I think I got that Third Law down

cold. Now you don.t want me to

blow a hole through your mechanical

guts, do you?

DOOR ROBOT:

No, sir.

SPOONER:

Good. Then you.re gonna take me

where I wanna go. Now.

CUT TO:

136 INT. CALVIN’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS 136

Calvin. Watching the screen as Sonny is rolled into the

execution room. Flicks it off. Unable to stomach it.

Hurries out of the office...

CUT TO:

137 INT. EXECUTION ROOM - CONTINUOUS 137

TECHNICIAN ROBOTS rolling Sonny over to the electric chair.

Flicking a switch. Sonny.s stretcher slowly CHANGES SHAPE,

manipulating him into a sitting position.

Sonny. Turns his head with a WHIR. Staring out into the

gallery. Of human beings. Stoic. Silent.

Lanning. Steps up beside Robertson. Nods his head. The

TECHNICIAN ROBOTS, slide Sonny onto the electric chair...

CUT TO:

138 INT. LOW-TRAFFIC HALLWAY - U.S. ROBOTICS - NIGHT 138

Spooner heading down a hallway. His gun, still pressed to

the Door Robot.s side...

90.

Calvin. Suddenly appearing at the end of the hallway. Stops

dead in her tracks. Completely surprised to see him there.

CALVIN:

Detective! What are you doing?!...

(to Door Robot)

De-Activate.

The Door Robot, goes rigid. Spooner, hurries over to her.

They start moving.

CALVIN:

You.re making a mistake...

SPOONER:

Just got another visit from U.S.

Robotics. That was the mistake.

This was murder, no doubt about it -

- and the killer wants

Hogenmiller.s robot to take the

fall. That.s why the call came

directly to me. Someone wanted me

on this case.

CALVIN:

It.s too late. You can.t stop the

execution.

SPOONER:

Sorry. I.m not .programmed. to

take no for an answer.

They reach another DOOR. Calvin. Looking around. Scans her

I.D.

CALVIN:

This way...

She leads them across. To another DOOR. Quickly opens it.

Spooner. Charges through...

139 INT. STORAGE ROOM - CONTINUOUS 139

...and stops short. Suddenly finding himself. Inside a tiny

STORAGE ROOM. He.s about to turn around when...

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