Minority Report Page #20

DR. EDDIE

Oh, yes.

Miss Van Eyck picks up a LASER SCALPEL, blows on the end to

clean it off, then hands it to Dr. Eddie who tests it on a

PIECE OF METAL. Anderton watching as it cuts right through.

ANDERTON:

From where? D.C.?

DR. EDDIE

Baltimore. Eastside.

(then)

Solomon P. Eddie M.D. I was a

plastic surgeon.

Anderton thinks a moment. The name rings a bell.

DR. EDDIE

I specialized in burn victims.

(then)

Women mostly.

Boom. Anderton looks at him.

ANDERTON:

I put you away --

DR. EDDIE

Yes, you did.

ANDERTON:

You made those tapes...

DR. EDDIE

(defensive)

They were performance pieces.

ANDERTON:

You set your patients on fire!

DR. EDDIE

And put them out. Some not as

quickly as others, but let's change

the subject, shall we? The future

is much more interesting than the

past. Don't you think?

Dr. Eddie walks over to a large medical cabinet and opens the

door. It's full of EYES and PARTS OF EYES -- all in cryo

jars. Anderton turns away. It's the last thing he wants to

see. Dr. Eddie studies them a moment, then...

Anderton watches as he and Miss Van Eyck confer in Swedish

and she starts giggling at whatever it is he said. The doc

himself has a smile on his face as he turns back around.

DR. EDDIE

Lie down, John.

Anderton hesitates, finally complies. Next thing he knows

Miss Van Eyck is smiling down on him, her big face hovering

above his like a planet. She smiles, then...

MISS VAN EYCK:

(the only English she

knows)

Hello.

ANDERTON:

Uh, hi --

DR. EDDIE

Try to relax, Chief.

Anderton counts to himself, listens to Dr. Eddie preparing

instrument trays, sharing another joke in Swedish with his

assistant. MORE GIGGLING O.S. Anderton looks over...

ANDERTON:

So uh, if you were a plastic

surgeon before...

DR. EDDIE

How can I do what I do now? Let's

just say I spent a lot of time in

the prison library.

Anderton turns and casts a groggy eye at Dr. Eddie to see if

he's serious, but the good doctor has his back to him as he

does his prep work.

DR. EDDIE

It was a great way to avoid some of

the more unpleasant aspects of

prison life.

(then)

Yes, confinement was a real

education, a real eye opener if you

will.

Anderton tries to get up, but Miss Van Eyck gently pushes him

down again.

MISS VAN EYCK:

No no no...

DR. EDDIE

I mean, for true enlightenment,

John, there's nothing quite like

the experience of, say, taking a

shower while a large felon with a

hard-on you can't knock down with a

hammer whispers in your --

ANDERTON:

(tries to sit up)

Uh, okay, you know what? I think

maybe I'll just --

But Anderton can't raise himself up: The drug is starting to

take effect. Dr. Eddie approaches with the LASER SCALPEL...

DR. EDDIE

Yes, it was a lot of fun. Thank

you so much, John, for putting me

there. For giving me the

opportunity to get to know myself

better. And now...

He clicks on the LASER, right in front of one of Anderton's

eyes...

DR. EDDIE

To return the favor...

And just as the LIGHT-BLADE is about to touch the eye, we go

to...

EXT. BEACH COTTAGE - CHESAPEAKE BAY - DAY

We see LARA, Anderton's ex-wife, standing on a ladder,

painting a weatherbeaten shutter. She looks older now. More

tired than in the images we've seen.

VOICE:

Lara?

She turns and we see Danny Witwer approaching. She watches

him come, climbs down the ladder.

WITWER:

My name is Danny Witwer. I'm --

LARA:

I know who you are.

She walks past him, goes into the cottage. He looks out at

the ocean a moment, then follows.

INT. COTTAGE - DAY

Simple, comfortable with an endless view of the sea. DOZENS

OF BLACK & WHITE PHOTOGRAPHS line the floor, hang from the

walls. Lara pours Witwer and herself a cup of coffee.

WITWER:

This your work?

LARA:

Yes.

We see that the photographs are all reportage shots of

CHILDREN.

WITWER:

I like it.

LARA:

Thanks. You take anything in your

coffee?

WITWER:

Cream and sugar.

LARA:

I don't have any cream. Sorry.

WITWER:

Just sugar then. You and John ever

come here?

LARA:

We used to, every summer.

WITWER:

He's not here now, is he?

She looks at him.

WITWER:

I had to ask.

She hands him his coffee.

LARA:

I don't have any sugar either.

WITWER:

(smiles)

Thank you.

(then)

He hasn't tried to contact you?

LARA:

No.

WITWER:

You ever heard him mention the name

Leo Crow?

LARA:

No, but then I don't talk to John

that much anymore.

WITWER:

So you haven't seen his apartment?

LARA:

That was our apartment.

WITWER:

Have you been there recently?

He takes A BLACK INHALER from his pocket...

WITWER:

It's full of these.

She stares at it.

WITWER:

How long's he been doping?

She turns away, takes a moment, then...

LARA:

Since right after we lost our son.

WITWER:

You mean after he lost your son.

LARA:

It was nobody's fault.

WITWER:

But John was with him at the pool?

LARA:

Yes.

Witwer watches her a moment, then...

WITWER:

You said in your divorce papers

that he tried to kill himself.

LARA:

It wasn't a suicide attempt. I

regret ever saying that.

WITWER:

What was it then?

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