Minority Report Page #13

HIS OWN FACE. And now Anderton watches horrified as on the

screen he shoots the man we now know as Leo Crow...

ANDERTON:

Okay, very funny.

Anderton looks at Jad, absorbed in his photo ID array. Jad

notices him, looks over.

JAD:

You say something, Chief?

ON THE CHUTE:
THE BALL

With the KILLER'S NAME ON IT: JOHN ANDERTON

Anderton stares at the ball. WE HEAR LAUGHTER O.S. He looks

through at the BABY SHOWER, Witwer looking his way.

ANDERTON:

(panic rising)

Uh, yeah, you mind getting me a

piece of that cake they're eating

down there? I'm starving.

JAD:

Sure, Chief. I think I'll grab one

for myself while I'm at it...

ANDERTON:

Take your time.

Jad goes, passing behind Anderton, who quickly changes his

screen so Jad won't see his face as the killer.

Alone in the room now, Anderton begins zooming in on the odd

details of the vision once more. THE FACE WITH THE

SUNGLASSES just outside the window. The NUMBER 6 turning

into a NUMBER 9. A CRACKED MIRROR. Anderton shooting the

man...

He zooms back in on his face. There's an air of desperation

on the Anderton he sees on screen. It's like looking at a

stranger.

INT. TEMPLE - DAY

Peeling off his long scrubbing gloves, Wally sits down at

his worktable. In the tank, meanwhile...

MALE PRECOG 1

You're not gonna kill me.

MALE PRECOG 2

Good-bye, Crow.

MALE PRECOG 1

Anderton!

And now on the monitors, Wally sees Chief John Anderton blow

a man out a window with his .45 Wally almost laughs with

disbelief. It can't be, but...

WALLY:

(clicking headset)

Jad, are you getting this?

INT. PRECRIME ANALYTICAL ROOM - DAY

Anderton looks over to the phone, hearing Wally's voice.

WALLY (O.S.)

Jad?

INT. JUSTICE POLLARD'S OFFICE - DAY

As the Justice sits frozen at his desk staring at the

monitor, a buttered roll poised near his mouth. Katherine

James hurries in now and he turns to her.

POLLARD:

You saw that? You saw that, didn't

you?

JAMES:

I saw it.

Pollard reaches for his phone.

INT. PRECRIME ANALYTICAL ROOM - DAY

As Anderton sees Wally on the screen now, looking anxious.

WALLY:

Chief?

Anderton's too stunned to answer.

WALLY:

I like you, Chief.

Anderton looks at Wally's face on the screen now.

WALLY:

You've always been nice to me.

(then)

I'll give you two minutes before I

hit the siren.

Anderton looks at the caretaker a second, then slowly gets up

and walks out the door...

INT. PRECRIME HEADQUATERS - MAIN FLOOR - DAY

As a dazed Anderton moves away from the baby shower. Doesn't

dare look at Witwer. The LAUGHTER RECEDING BEHIND HIM.

INT. PRECRIME ANALYTICAL ROOM - DAY

As Jad comes in with a piece of cake on a paper plate...

JAD:

Here you go, Chief...

... and stops dead when he sees the images playing over and

over on the screen.

JAD:

Good Christ...

INT. PRECRIME HEADQUATERS - MAIN FLOOR - DAY

Fletcher tries to wave him over, but Anderton just keeps

walking, the whole thing some surreal nightmare.

VOICE:

Say cheese!

He bumps into the floating videobot and bats it out of the

way with the back of his hand. Everybody looking at him now

as he gets on the elevator.

INT. ELEVATOR - DAY

As Anderton hits a button...

VOICE:

Hold that, please!

Anderton bangs the CLOSE button and the doors start to shut,

keeps banging it, as the doors almost get there, when A FOOT

blocks them and they part, revealing Danny Witwer.

WITWER:

Thanks.

The doors close once more and they start down. Witwer

smiling at Anderton.

WITWER:

You're in a lot of trouble, John.

Anderton steps back, keeps his hand near his .45.

ANDERTON:

You set me up...

WITWER:

I'll write the paranoia off to the

whiff you been doping on all night.

Witwer reaches into his coat and Anderton grabs him and

shoves him against the wall. Anderton's pistol already out,

jammed up under Witwer's chin. Witwer keeps his eyes on

Anderton as he slowly pulls out A BLACK INHALER.

WITWER:

It seems I've found a flaw, John

(then)

You.

ANDERTON:

You gonna tell on me?

WITWER:

Possession alone will cost you six

months, not to mention your badge.

Anderton doesn't say anything.

WITWER:

I guess we won't be working

together after all.

Witwer shakes his head. DING. The elevator arrives and the

doors open.

WITWER:

Now put the gun down, John. I

don't hear a Red Ball.

THE PRECRIME SIREN GOES OFF. Witwer looks at Anderton, all

of a sudden no longer so sure of himself. Anderton smiles,

then shoves him back into the elevator and jumps off as the

DOORS CLOSE on a stunned Witwer.

EXT. D.C. STREETS - DAY

Racing past other cars, Anderton merges into traffic. He's

driving his personal car, not a police-issue.

INT. ANDERTON'S CAR - DAY

Burgess appears on the windshield screen.

ANDERTON:

Just so you know, I've overridden

the vehicle locator. I just wanted

to talk to you before Justice --

BURGESS:

Justice already knows. Talk to me,

John. Tell me what's happening?

ANDERTON:

This is all Witwer. He's setting

me up.

BURGESS:

Stop. Just wait. Who's the

victim?

ANDERTON:

Somebody named Leo Crow.

BURGESS:

And who the hell is that?

ANDERTON:

I have no idea. I've never heard

of him. But I'm supposed to kill

him in less than thirty-six hours.

BURGESS:

All right, John, just take a

breath, let's think about this...

ANDERTON:

I'm out of breath! I'm a f***ing

fugitive!

BURGESS:

Then come to my house. We'll

talk --

ANDERTON:

I can't. They're following me

right now. They'll meet me there.

They'll halo me.

BURGESS:

How could Witwer have accessed the

case file?

ANDERTON:

Can you fake the cerebral output?

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