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IRIS:
And, yet, a chain of events has
started. A chain that will lead
inexorably to his death.
ANDERTON:
Not if I stay away from him.
IRIS:
How can you avoid a man you've
never met?
ANDERTON:
So you won't help me?
IRIS:
I can't help you. No one can. The
Precogs are never wrong.
He turns away, looking lost. She picks up her tea cup, looks
at him over the top.
IRIS:
But, occasionally, they do
disagree.
He turns back to her. She casually sips her tea.
ANDERTON:
What?
IRIS:
Most of the time, all three
Precognitives will see an event in
the same way. But once in a while,
one of them will see things
differently than the other two.
ANDERTON:
Jesus Christ -- why didn't I know
about this?
IRIS:
Because these Minority Reports are
destroyed the instant they occur.
ANDERTON:
Why?
IRIS:
Obviously, for Precrime to
function, there can't be any
suggestion of fallibility. After
all, what good is a Justice system
that instills doubt? It may be
reasonable, but it's still doubt.
Anderton tries to take all of this in, looks at her.
ANDERTON:
You're saying that I've halo'd
innocent people?
IRIS:
I'm saying that every so often
those accused of a precrime might,
just might, have an alternate
future.
ANDERTON:
About the Minority Report?
IRIS:
(beat)
I used to joke with Lamar that we
Precrime. Well, in my experience,
parents often see their children as
they want them to be, not as they
are.
ANDERTON:
Answer my question. Did Lamar
Burgess know about the Minority
Report?
IRIS:
Yes, of course, he knew, but at the
time, he felt -- we both felt their
existence was... an insignificant
variable.
ANDERTON:
Insignificant to you maybe, but
what about those people I put away
with alternate futures? My God, if
the country knew there was a chance
they might not --
IRIS:
ANDERTON:
I believe in that system...
IRIS:
Do you? Really?
He looks at her.
ANDERTON:
You want to bring it down.
IRIS:
But you will bring it down if you
kill Leo Crow.
(she relishes the thought)
Why, that will be the most
spectacular public display of how
Precrime... didn't work.
ANDERTON:
I'm not gonna kill anybody.
IRIS:
Hold that thought.
ANDERTON:
IRIS:
You shouldn't. You shouldn't trust
anyone... certainly not the
Attorney General who wants it all
for himself. Not the young federal
agent who wants your job. Not even
the old man who just wants to hang
onto what he's created. Don't
trust anyone.
(then)
Just find the Minority Report.
ANDERTON:
You said they're destroyed.
IRIS:
I said the record is destroyed.
The original report exists for all
time.
(then)
whenever a report occurred, it
would be stored in a safe place --
but not declared.
ANDERTON:
What safe place is that?
IRIS:
Anderton grabs her hand as she reaches once more for her
teacup, spilling it.
ANDERTON:
Where?
IRIS:
Inside the Precog who predicted it.
(then)
All you have to do is download it.
ANDERTON:
That's all, huh? Just walk right
into Precrime, go into the Temple,
somehow tap into the Precogs, and
then download this Minority
Report...
IRIS:
If... you have one.
ANDERTON:
-- and then walk out.
IRIS:
Actually, I think you'll have to
run out, but yes, that's what you
have to do.
ANDERTON:
You're insane or you think I am.
She shrugs.
ANDERTON:
I'll get EYEscanned a dozen times
before I get within ten miles of
Precrime. They'll pick me up...
IRIS:
(looks at him)
Sometimes in order to see the
light, you have to risk the dark.
He looks back at her.
IRIS:
As a policeman -- excuse me, a
former policeman -- I'm sure you
could... help you out in this
regard.
Anderton sits there thinking about what she's suggesting.
She gets up, moves to one of her plants, starts feeding it
with a sprayer. She reaches out and takes a long vine in her
hand and strokes it...
IRIS:
It's funny how all living organisms
are alike. When the chips are
down...
(she grips the vine)
When the pressure is on...
(squeezes it tighter)
... every creature on the face of
the earth is interested in one
thing and one thing only:
The vine suddenly whips out of her hand.
IRIS:
It's own survival.
She looks at Anderton.
IRIS:
Find the Minority Report.
Anderton sees that her palm is now bleeding from the vine.
She smiles, takes out a handkerchief and wraps her hand.
She then turns her back on him and faces her plants.
ANDERTON:
How do I even know which one has
it?
IRIS:
It's always in the more gifted of
the three.
ANDERTON:
Which one is that?
IRIS:
(isn't it obvious)
The female.
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