Logan's Run Page #3

33FULL SHOT - CAROUSEL

framed in a huge corridor we see a steep-sided arena dropping down

to a shadowy center, which even now pulsates and flickers in

changing dimensions, but always maintaining the jewel- flower

shape. There is one entrance into the center -- a kind of ramp from

below the seats, leading directly into the mysterious bowl --

Just now the seat's are filling, and the sense of expectation builds

People sit and immediately crane their necks, waiting...

34.ANOTHER ANGLE

Featuring Logan and Francis as they find places in the arena. Like

the others, they crane upward. As they do, Logan gestures at a

number of pretty girls who are just being seated.

LOGAN:

Now there's a few who could have been

his seed-mother.

FRANCIS:

Only a few? You're just not trying.

35-36 OUT

37PANNING THE CROWD

As the seats fill, the excitement builds. Suddenly the lights begin

to dim and dim...

SOUND:
A kind of collective sigh, breathing in unison...

38 OUT

38X1ANGLE THE TIER BELOW THE SEATS

Suddenly visible, the LASTDAY GROUP. Their arms are upraised and in

each palm the crystal blinks red-black, red-black.

39THE CROWD

Transfixed, gripped with a religious fervor.

40LASTDAY GROUP

Hands still raised, filing slowly into the mysterious well of

Carousel.

41CROWD

Tense, beginning nervous APPLAUSE here and there.

42CAROUSEL

As the last one enters, beginning to glow and, as it does, the bowl

slowly puts out leaves like some great plant, enfolding and hiding

the people within a series of translucent petals. As the Last one

enfolds them the Light intensifies, the exterior surfaces seeming to

shift as if a kind of motion was beginning inside it...

43CROWD

Visible in the growing Light from Carousel -gripped with passion and

excitement, APPLAUDING, gesturing as they see

44CAROUSEL

Moving, bands of light seeming to spiral upward Like a contained

aurora as the Carousel picks up speed.

45LOGAN

Caught up in it Like the rest.

46CAROUSEL

Beginning to blur with its own speed. Through the shifting,

spiraling curtain of light we see bodies moving in a kind of

weightlessness, always struggling to move higher.

Follow a shadowy form as it moves, twists through other writhing

shadows -- upward, upward. Suddenly the form is spread-eagled, and

in a moment it is sharply outlined against the swirling canopy and

then -- a searing flash. And it is gone.

SOUND:
Crowd in a frenzy -- SCREAMING.

47FULL ANGLE - THE BLEACHER CROWD - FAVORING LOGAN

Standing. SCREAMING their cheers as:

48FULL SHOT - UP AT CAROUSEL

High, reaching downward out of the shadows beneath the dome,

fringing, intersecting rainbow bands appear, looping the swirling

upper Carousel like Saturn's rings. Now we see figures reaching

outward toward them...reaching and missing and falling -downward

against the curtain and the flash of extinction.

49MEDIUM ANGLE - A MAN

At the highest level...straining for the rainbow...

50SWEEPING PAN SHOT - THE BLEACHER CROWD

Hysterical...starting to chant...

CROWD:

Renew!

The man continues to strain:

CROWD:

Renew!

51CLOSE ANGLE - THE MAN

Almost a blur...but still straining:

CROWD'S CHANT

Renew!

52CLOSE ON - LOGAN AND FRANCIS

LOGAN AND FRANCIS

(chanting with the rest)

Renew!

53CLOSE ANGLE - THE MAN

The blur...but still there...straining with all his might for the

rainbow...

CROWD'S CHANT

Re...

Suddenly, the man...topples into the whirling blackness

below...where he is instantly incinerated.

54WIDE ANGLE - THE CAROUSEL

Whirling - whirling - the rainbows shining.

55WIDE ANGLE - THE BLEACHERS

Orgiastic pleasure -- a Spanish crowd at a perfect killing --

SCREAMING, fulfilled.

56 OUT

57FULL ANGLE - THE CAROUSEL

Other figures move to the topmost level...straining for the rainbow

bands.

58CLOSE ON - LOGAN AND FRANCIS

As the SCREAMING goes on in the b.g. of the SHUT... we hear a

BUZZING noise. Logan reaches into a pocket and takes out a small,

dark plastic box.

Logan looks at the box. On it we see:

MAN:
RELIVE STORE 14

LOGAN:

(to Francis)

Looks like I'm working.

Francis stands.

LOGAN:

Who invited you?

FRANCIS:

I'm in my party mood.

Logan smiles . . . and the CAMERA PANS them rushing out of the

bleachers.

They make their way into the hall.

Logan takes out the small plastic box. We can tell from his face

that he is disappointed...until a faint BEEPING SOUND emanates from

the box.

Francis watches as Logan wheels in one direction... the beeping

stops. He turns in another direction... again, there is no beeping.

As Logan turns in a third direction...the BEEPING commences.

Logan and Francis move swiftly in that direction and the BEEPING

GROWS LOUDER...AND LOUDER...until Logan and Francis see:

59-

59X11 WIDE ANGLE - A MAN

running.

CHASE:
INTER CUT between Logan and Francis following the running man

in the great hall...empty. We can HEAR the CROWD SCREAMING in

Carousel offstage.

A. Logan and Francis separate...to encircle the running man.

B. The running man turns a corner and for a moment Logan cannot see

him.

C. As Logan turns the corner...Francis is on the other side and

FIRES at the running man...JUST MISSING HIM.

D.Francis winks at Logan as he pursues the running man up a ramp

and Logan gets it: A little cat and mouse is in order.

(NOTE:
THE CHASE WILL BE THE DIRECTOR'S OPTION.)

E. Logan FIRES... just missing the man...Francis FIRES again. . .

just missing, too.

F. The man is in a panic as he continues up the ramp...to various

levels and areas.

G. Both barrels (of Logan and Francis' respective guns) glow again

as they FIRE...with both just missing the running man once more.

H. The man's face is crazed...and sweating...the mouse is going

berserk as he has been chased to a high level.

I. He stands frozen, petrified, driven to the edge of a high balcony

by the shots--teetering now. He is in full sight of Logan, Francis

is across the hall.

J. The Runner¹s face. He looks at death twenty feet away--Logan

aims.

K. Francis, watching, smiling at the perfect moment.

L. Logan's face. A shadow of thought, a hesitation.

M. The Runner lunges. Logan fires, misses.

N. Francis fires a salvo, drives the Runner back to the rail where

he teeters again, throws his hands in front of his face and plunges.

The SCREAMING in Carousel reaches a peak.

59X12-

63X1 OUT

63X2WITH LOGAN

As he arrives at the dead body of the Runner, bends over him, turns

the man's left hand up. We see the flower crystal. Black.

Logan takes out his transceiver.

63X3INSERT TRANSCEIVER

A man's face visible. Logan checks it against the face of the dead

man. They are not the same.

63X4ANOTHER ANGLE

As Francis comes up, waits. Logan moves the transceiver to the dead

man's face, rests it on his forehead.

63X5INSERT TRANSCEIVER READOUT:

The words appear: IDENT. AFFIRM....NEW YOU #483 ALTERATION

63X6LOGAN

Scowls for a moment, then shrugs. He takes out a small flat pouch

and methodically strips from the body its few personal things,

stuffs them into the pouch. Then his eye is caught by the man's

right hand, clenched. Logan opens it. A metal ankh on a bit of

chain. It means nothing to Logan who stuffs it into the pouch and

closes it. Now again he fiddles with the transceiver, speaks into it

softly.

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