Minority Report Page #2

JAD:

I show eight "Howard Marks" inside

the District. Sorting by race and

age.

On another screen, Driver's license photos now begin to FLASH

PAST.

ANDERTON:

Let's see if we can get lucky...

He ZOOMS IN on the image of a NEWSPAPER. The headline reads

PRESIDENT SUPPORTS PRECRIME AMENDMENT...

ANDERTON:

Come on...

EXT. BROWNSTONE IN GEORGETOWN - MORNING

As the SPRINKLERS COME ON just as HOWARD MARKS, the older man

we saw stab his wife, steps out of the house.

VOICE:

Morning, Mr. Marks.

He looks over as A PAPERBOY waves from a recumbent bicycle

and tosses A NEWSPAPER. As it flies at us...

INT. PRECRIME ANALYTICAL ROOM - MORNING

The image auto-enhances as we zoom in closer to the newspaper

sitting on the KITCHEN TABLE. We see AN ADDRESS LABEL with

the name HOWARD MARKS...

EXT. BROWNSTONE - MORNING

As the paper lands on the lawn, starts to get soaked by the

sprinklers. Howard frowns at the kid, reaches through the

water to grab it...

INT. PRECRIME ANALYTICAL ROOM - MORNING

As Anderton sees that the INK ON THE WET ADDRESS LABEL has

run, blurring the information. Jad shakes his head.

JAD:

We can't grab it...

ANDERTON:

Run the subscription list...

EXT. BROWNSTONE - MORNING

As A MOUNTED POLICEMAN rides by. Howard smiles, turns and

starts to head back inside when he notices something across

the street...

INT. PRECRIME ANALYTICAL ROOM - MORNING

As Anderton focuses now on the "murder room". He ZOOMS IN on

a blurry nightstand clock. A stack of books blocks it... He

ZOOMS OUT THE WINDOW...

ANDERTON:

I've got north facing shadows out

the window of the building behind.

I need trig and image analysis...

VECTORS from the shadows appear on the screen now.

JAD:

Workin' it.

Anderton turns and looks at THREE SCREENS showing the male

faces and the female face floating in the liquid we saw in

the beginning.

ANDERTON:

Morning, detectives.

The faces don't respond. Just stare into the void. Anderton

touches the screen and now the FEMALE seems to turn and look

at him.

EXT. BROWNSTONE - MORNING

Howard Marks pauses, notices A MAN -- handsome, muscular,

practically bursting out of a nice suit -- loitering in front

of the small park across the street. Howard studies the man

a moment as Sarah appears in the doorway behind him, sees him

looking at the man.

SARAH:

Breakfast, honey.

And now the Man across the street looks this way, sees

Howard, sees Sarah right behind him and quickly moves off.

HOWARD:

He looks familiar.

SARAH:

Who?

HOWARD:

The man across the street. I've

seen him before...

SARAH:

How can you even tell? You know

how blind you are without your

glasses.

INT. PRECRIME ANALYTICAL ROOM - MORNING

As Jad looks at an array of Driver's License Photos... We see

ONE FOR HOWARD MARKS. Then ANOTHER FOR SARAH MARKS. Same

address.

JAD:

Got him in the Foxhall. 4421

Gainsborough.

ANDERTON:

Send a DCPD blue & white out there,

set up a perimeter and tell 'em

we're en route. What's our

confirmed time?

JAD:

From solar position, Trig & Image

confirms it at approximately eight

oh-four a.m.

The whole team looks up at the clock on the wall. 7:47.

Anderton sets THE TIMER ON HIS WATCH.

FLETCHER:

Seventeen minutes.

ANDERTON:

Armor up -- sick-sticks and

concussion guns -- this is gonna be

close.

INT. PRECRIME READY ROOM - MORNING

Like a firehouse, everybody slipping into uniform, riding up

poles on chairs. A flurry of activity as weapons, helmets,

and other newfangled gear are pulled from wall racks.

KNOTT, a big redhead, thick of neck and thicker of head,

hands out the gear. He takes what looks like A BILLY CLUB

and points it at a HEAVYSET COP who wolfs down the last of a

Danish...

KNOTT:

Hey, Steadman, wanna lose those ten

ugly pounds like right now?

The cop reacts, pushes the stick away...

PETROTTA:

Touch me with that puke-pole,

a**hole, you're gonna wear the

f***in' risoto I had for dinner

last night along with the two

chilidogs I had for breakfast.

INT. PRECRIME ANALYTICAL ROOM - MORNING

As Jad spins around in his chair...

JAD:

Chief, we got a problem with our

location --

Anderton looks at him.

JAD:

It's no longer there.

Jad indicates a video screen showing VIDEO BOT VIEW OF A FIRE

CHARRED HOME. Only one wall is left standing...

INT. PRECRIME ANALYTICAL ROOM - MORNING

As Anderton looks at the Prevision, begins manipulating the

images... He glances at the PRECOG MONITOR. The female face

writhes in the screen and Anderton looks at her.

ANDERTON:

Where we going, Agatha? Talk to

me.

Anderton turns away as FLETCHER (30), second in command

approaches Anderton. The FEMALE FACE turns and seems to look

at Anderton through the screen.

FLETCHER:

Chief, the investigator from the

Fed is here.

ANDERTON:

(distracted)

You're kidding, that's today?

FLETCHER:

I wrote it down in your calendar,

then left a message at your house --

ANDERTON:

(working)

All I need, some twink from the Fed

poking around right now.

(then, to Jad)

Check again with the paper, they

had it forwarded. See if the

neighbors know where they went,

check all relations --

FLETCHER:

Uh, sir...

ANDERTON:

Get him some coffee and tell him to

wait outside.

VOICE:

I've got coffee, thank you.

Anderton turns to see DANNY WITWER. Mid-twenties, quietly

looking at everything and everyone. He extends his hand.

WITWER:

Danny Witwer.

(then)

The "Twink from the Fed". Gum?

Anderton gives him a look, Witwer offers Anderton a stick of

GUM.

JAD:

The Marks moved two weeks ago. No

one knows where. Still searching

for family and employer.

MECHANICAL VOICE

Time horizon:
12 minutes...

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