Minority Report Page #18

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:

Does Burgess know about this?

About the Minority Report?

IRIS:

(beat)

I used to joke with Lamar that we

were the mother and father of

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:

The system would collapse.

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:

Why should I trust you?

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)

I designed the system so that

whenever a report occurred, it

would be stored in a safe place --

but not declared.

ANDERTON:

What safe place is that?

IRIS:

The safest place of all.

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

know all sorts of people who

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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