Minority Report
BLACK:
We hear a woman WHISPER:
WOMAN'S VOICE
Murderer.
Some coming at us fast and furious, some slowed down, and
some still as photographs, none making sense to us yet:
A HAND picks up a PAIR OF SCISSORS... THE FACE OF ABRAHAM
LINCOLN. The SCISSORS POKE THROUGH THE EYE. A NEWSPAPER BOY
rides by on a recumbent bike. A NEWS PAPER HITS THE GROUND.
SNIP go the scissors and now we see...
A MAN'S face watching us -- muscular, handsome -- with a
KID'S FACE beside his own. The same man's face with the
kid's face on the other side of him, now facing backwards.
SNIP go the scissors and we now see...
A WOMAN admires herself in a mirror. WATER runs into a
BATHTUB. A HAND REACHES FOR A DOORKNOB. WE MOVE THROUGH IT,
leaving the DOOR OPEN BEHIND US. A FLIGHT OF STAIRS. SNIP
go the scissors and we now see...
The woman UNBUTTONS HER BLOUSE as THE MAN -- now half-nude,
WATCHES from a doorway. We START UP THE STAIRS. A DOOR at
the top, slightly ajar. SNIP go the scissors and we see...
The WOMAN at the mirror. The MAN comes up behind her and
enfolds her in his arms. SNIP and we see...
A KISS on the NECK. SNIP. SNIP. And we CONTINUE ON UP THE
STAIRS. We're at the door now. SNIP. A HAND now dips into
the rush of WATER from the spout, testing it. SNIP SNIP SNIP
and we see...
THE WOMAN smiling into the MIRROR, pleased with her
reflection. SNIP SNIP and we see...
The WOMAN and the MAN on the bed making love. ANOTHER MAN'S
face rising over the bed now as he watches. The WOMAN looks
over her lover's shoulder, sees the face and sits up...
The man by the bed is smaller than the lover, older, but
ENRAGED as he now raises THE SCISSORS and we PULL AWAY TO
REVEAL:
That we're looking at the image as it plays out inside the
dark pupil of a HUMAN EYE. The eye BLINKS and now we go...
WIDER, we're looking now at A FEMALE FACE staring up at us --
eyes blue as gas flames -- floating in some sort of WHITE
LIQUID as she looks up at us and speaks:
FEMALE FACE:
Howard --
PULLING BACK STILL FURTHER we see A MALE FACE next to her:
MALE FACE:
I forgot my glasses.
THE SCISSORS SNIP.
MALE FACE:
You know how blind I am without
them.
WE SEE THE WOMAN IN THE BEDROOM
As she SCREAMS and the man stabs her in the throat with the
scissors as now the MUSCULAR MAN gets out of the bed, tries
to run for the safety of the bathroom, gets stabbed in the
back. QUICK FLASHES of the scissors as the muscular man goes
down.
The bloody scissors bounce open onto the bathroom floor.
Now BLOOD-RED water begins to overflow onto the floor. We
follow the water through the cracks and lines in the tile, to
an OUTSTRETCHED HAND, still, striped with blood. We then...
DISSOLVE TO:
THE THREE FACES:
As they shut their eyes, begin to slowly sink back down into
the white liquid as they all whisper together:
Murderer.
As their faces disappear into the milky void, we HEAR A SIREN
ALARM and now see...
A RED BALL - ANALYTICAL ROOM
Rolling fast down a chute from the top right CORNER OF FRAME.
And now another RED BALL rolls down from the top left corner.
The motion is slowed for an instant so that we can see NAMES
etched into it:
SARAH MARKS. And then: DONALD DOOBIN.It rolls past and now A SECOND RED BALL rolls right at us
from the top left. The motion on this one is slowed for an
instant so that we can read the name etched into the side:
"HOWARD MARKS". Just as it rolls over to us, we now see...
INSIDE PRECRIME HEADQUARTERS - MAIN FLOOR
Slides open, revealing senior detective JOHN ANDERTON. Mid
thirties, military haircut. He pushes through a second,
pressurized door, leading us past a series of glassed-in
offices and viewbicles.
INT. PRECRIME ANALYTICAL ROOM - MORNING
ANDERTON:
Okay, Jad, what's coming?
JAD:
Red Ball -- double homicide: one
male, one female. Killer's male,
white, 40's.
JAD (28, African- American), the main dispatcher, one of six
TEAM MEMBERS crowded around the computer display. They back
off so Anderton can take a look.
JAD:
We need confirmation on the time
frame. Location still uncertain.
Remote witnesses are hooked in...
ANDERTON:
Case #1108, previsualized by the
Precogs and recorded on holoshpere
by Precrime's q-stacks.
(to a screen)
My fellow witnesses for case #1108
are Dr. Katherine James and Chief
Justice Frank Pollard.
ON A VIDEO SCREEN
As a split-image emerges of James and Pollard in their
respective offices.
ANDERTON:
Have the witnesses previewed and
validated #1108?
INT. POLLARD'S OFFICE - MORNING
As an elderly man, retired CHIEF JUSTICE FRANK POLLARD stares
at a video monitor showing the Prevision.
POLLARD:
Affirmative. Validated.
INT. DR. JAMES' OFFICE - MORNING
As KATHERINE JAMES, a bespectacled, middle-aged criminal
psychologist yawns, a big cup of coffee in one hand.
JAMES:
Go get him.
INT. PRECRIME ANALYTICAL ROOM - MORNING
As Anderton pulls a small disc from his pocket.
ANDERTON:
Stand by...
The men all share knowing glances as he inserts the disc into
a player and we now hear a STRAUSS SYMPHONY OVER...
Anderton slips on an eyepiece and special finger gloves, then
moves his hands over the huge PREVISION SCREEN, "conducting"
the array of images we saw during the opening. The screen
responds to wherever he looks, or whatever he touches...
ANDERTON:
Alright, Howard, where are you...
INT. SUBURBAN D.C. KITCHEN - MORNING
We HEAR BIRDS CHIRPING, someone HUMMING softly, then...
A WOMEN'S VOICE
Breakfast!
SARAH, the woman we just saw murdered, cooks breakfast,
bathed in a halo of bright sunshine that streams in from a
window. She looks up, smiles. A beautiful day outside.
VOICE:
For score and seven years ago our
fathers brought forth on this,
um...
She sets two plates of scrambled eggs down on the table where
her SON -- 10 -- sits reciting the Gettysburg Address as he
cuts out A CARDBOARD MASK with a pair of SCISSORS, poking
through Lincoln's eyes to make holes he can see through.
SARAH:
Continent...
SON:
Continent. A new nation, conceived
in liberty...
SARAH:
Howard?! Breakfast!
INT. PRECRIME ANALYTICAL ROOM - MORNING
Everybody in the room working on the vision. A team of
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