Minority Report Page #19

She picks up her cane and turns the music back on, leaving

Anderton to ponder this.

CUT TO:

THE ANDERTON PREVISION

The series of images we saw earlier: a MAN backlit by a

window. A FACE WEARING SUNGLASSES outside the window. "6"

becoming "9". A GUN GOES OFF. A MAN FLYING THROUGH THE

WINDOW. We're ZOOMING IN AND OUT. PANNING THIS WAY AND THAT

now we...

REVEAL:
ANDERTON'S OFFICE - PRECRIME

As Fletcher works the Prevision screen in here, Witwer looks

around the office. He pulls open a drawer. It's empty.

JAD (O.S.)

He wasn't in here much. He

preferred to be with the team.

Witwer looks to where Jad stands in the doorway. Witwer

notices something above Jad's head. A LASER PROJECTOR.

Witwer looks around, sees A JACKET COVERING A PIECE OF

EQUIPMENT ON THE BOOKSHELF. Knott comes into the room.

KNOTT:

You seen the latest polls? We're

dead even.

He sits on Anderton's desk, knocking over a photograph of

Anderton, his wife, and son.

KNOTT:

Even since Chief America ran away,

the numbers for Precrime have been

goin' up.

(looks at Fletcher)

People feel better, they know we're

willing to go after one of our own.

JAD:

More likely, people just want a

show like this every week.

Fletcher calmly rights the photograph, indicates the screen.

FLETCHER:

Here's where we're at. Three men

in a room. The victims here.

Anderton here, and this

unidentified male out the window.

The exterior of the adjacent

building suggests public housing,

but I can't make out the location.

Government architecture is

modern/conformist which means --

WITWER:

There's thousands of units like

this one.

FLETCHER:

(nods)

They're everywhere.

Witwer looks at the photograph of Anderton, Sean and Lara.

WITWER:

But he doesn't go there to kill

Crow for another twenty-two hours.

In the meantime, I'm betting he's

somewhere in the sprawl.

Jad and Fletcher exchange looks.

WITWER:

Anderton's smart enough to go where

electronic billboards and other

media can't ID him to pick his

pocket. There's fewer consumers

down there, which means fewer

scanners to target him.

FLETCHER:

No offense, sir, but why wouldn't

he just run?

WITWER:

Because he thinks he's innocent.

Witwer pulls the jacket off and we see A HOLO-COMPUTER like

the one Anderton has at home.

WITWER:

We concentrate on the sprawl. We

do overflies in ships with two

spyder teams on the ground. Go

building by building. Thermal scan

the whole area, read anything with

eyes and a heartbeat.

Witwer switches the computer on and we see AN IMAGE OF LARA

IN A EVENING GOWN OPENING A PRESENT...

LARA:

John -- stop filming me.

Witwer watches as Lara, looks up at us, her face beautiful.

WITWER:

Where is she?

EXT. INNER CITY SLUMS - DAY

As Anderton walks up to one of the more decrepit-looking

buildings and then takes off into the night. A giant

TRANSPORTATION SYSTEM VENT blows on him from above as he

takes a hit off an inhaler, tosses it aside and walks to the

entrance.

DR. EDDIE (V.O.)

Have a seat, Chief...

INT. DR. EDDIE'S "OPERATING" ROOM - DAY

A shitty little room with a single stained overstuffed chair

in the corner, a foul kitchen piled high with dirty dishes

and a grime-smeared window looking out onto another wall.

In the center of all this is a make-shift medical set-up: a

gleaming operating table, an array of lasers, scalpels and

other surgical and anesthesia equipment.

Anderton sits in a chair facing DR. SOLOMON EDDIE -- a skinny

man with a shock of hair on top, like an upended broom. Dr.

Eddie sneezes, blows his nose hard into a handkerchief.

DR. EDDIE

Damn cold won't go away.

Anderton glances about uneasily as the man sneezes again.

Dr. Eddie sees he's anxious and smiles.

DR. EDDIE

Don't worry. I could cut open your

chest, sew a dead cat in there and

you'd never get an infection. Not

with the spectrum of antibios I'll

be shooting into you.

ANDERTON:

That's comforting.

DR. EDDIE

You do understand I can't just give

you new irises. The scanners will

read the scar tissue. Alarms will

go off. Large men with guns will

appear...

ANDERTON:

Right. I know --

Anderton stiffens as Dr. Eddie injects him...

DR. EDDIE

Anesthesia. Try to relax, John.

(injecting)

I'm saying I'll have to remove your

eyes. Completely.

ANDERTON:

Yeah --

DR. EDDIE

And replace them with new ones.

ANDERTON:

I know that, but I wanna keep the

old ones.

DR. EDDIE

Why?

ANDERTON:

Because my mother gave them to me.

What do you care? They're no good

to you on the secondary market

anyway.

DR. EDDIE

Whatever you say, John.

Dr. Eddie holds out his hand and Anderton hands him a tiny

opalescent card.

DR. EDDIE

Greta!

Dr. Eddie yells something in SWEDISH and now into the room

walks a LARGE WOMAN in a white coat.

DR. EDDIE

This is Miss Van Eyck, my gorgeous

assistant.

She turns and giggles at Anderton and we see A MOLE on her

cheek the size of Bermuda.

ANDERTON:

Nice to meet you.

Miss Van Eyck slides the card into a small console, watches

the numbers flash up. She says something to Dr. Eddie who

looks at the numbers then frowns at Anderton.

DR. EDDIE

That's not much.

ANDERTON:

It's all I could safely move.

DR. EDDIE

Tell you what, since you and I go

way back, I'll give you my Old Pal

discount. How's that sound?

Anderton looks at him. "Go way back?"

DR. EDDIE

You don't remember me, do you?

ANDERTON:

We know each other?

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