Minority Report Page #21

LARA:

The FBI found something that

belonged to my son.

(hard for her)

A sandal... Anyway, John was upset.

He... he...

WITWER:

He took out his gun and sat down to

watch his home movies. This is all

in your statement, Lara...

LARA:

He shot a hole in the damn ceiling.

So what? You lose your son, let's

see how well you handle it.

WITWER:

Not very well, I'm sure. I'd

probably start doping myself. Or

maybe I'd...

He looks at her photographs of children, but doesn't finish

his thought. She turns and looks at him. He meets her gaze.

WITWER:

Lamar Burgess thinks that you left

John because he lost himself in

Precrime instead of you.

LARA:

I left him because every time I

looked at him, I saw my son. Every

time I got close to him, I smelled

my little boy. That's why I left

him.

(then)

And now you can leave.

He puts down his coffee and looks at her.

WITWER:

You know I need to use you.

LARA:

To what? Trap him?

WITWER:

To prevent a murder. Sooner or

later, he's going to contact you.

LARA:

I haven't seen him in two years.

WITWER:

But I've seen the three hundred

hours of your image he's got stored

away.

She reacts to his as he moves up close to her.

WITWER:

He's still living with you.

(then)

And your son.

(then)

You have to choose, Lara. You have

to choose sides now.

INT. TENEMENT ROOM - DAY

A strange, near Zoetrope-like lighting effect on the walls

and ceiling as, outside, the MAGLEV cars go whizzing by. As

Dr. Eddie looks down at us...

DR. EDDIE

Don't take the bandages off for

twelve hours. If you take them off

before then, you'll go blind. Do

you understand?

Anderton lies on a caved-in bed, his face swathed in a white

bandage.

DR. EDDIE

There's food in the refrigerator.

Make sure you drink a lot of water.

ANDERTON:

How do I find the --

DR. EDDIE

Here --

He takes Anderton's hand and places it on a ROPE that's tied

from the bedpost to the bathroom and the kitchen --

DR. EDDIE

It goes from the bathroom to the

kitchen.

ANDERTON:

(tries to sit up)

I can't even stand up --

DR. EDDIE

I know you're in a hurry, so I

juiced up the nano-reconstruction

around your new eyes.

ANDERTON:

The nano... what?

DR. EDDIE

Organic microbots that reconstruct

the nerves and blood vessels.

It'll feel like fleas chewing on

your eyeballs. But whatever you

do, don't scratch.

Anderton is already reaching his hands up to his bandages.

Dr. Eddie forces them away.

DR. EDDIE

Seeing as we're old pals and all,

I'm giving you a bonus, might come

in handy. Feel this.

Dr. Eddie takes an air-syringe from his pocket and touches it

to Anderton's hand.

DR. EDDIE

It's a temporary paralytic enzyme.

Shoot this baby under your chin.

Right here...

Dr. Eddie presses the tip into the soft underpart of

Anderton's chin. Anderton recoils.

DR. EDDIE

The enzyme turns your facial

muscles to mush. You won't look

like the same man. You tighten up

again in about thirty minutes.

Hurts like nothing you ever felt.

(drops it in a bag)

I'll just drop it in your goodie

bag along with the uh...

He holds up the bag with Anderton's OLD EYES.

DR. EDDIE

... leftovers.

Next Dr. Eddie takes a small clock from his pocket and places

it on a dresser beside Anderton's bed.

DR. EDDIE

I'm setting up a timer. When it

goes off tomorrow, take off your

bandages and get the hell out of

here. But not before then, or

you'll --

ANDERTON:

-- go blind. I know.

He takes something from his pocket, puts it into Anderton's

hand. A BLACK INHALER.

DR. EDDIE

A little something from our mutual

friend.

VOICE:

That you, Chief?

Anderton turns towards the voice and we see LYCON standing in

the doorway, clutching his dirty sock full of inhalers, HIS

MANGY SEEING EYE DOG at his heel.

DR. EDDIE

I believe you know Lycon. I

purchase my more hard to get

pharmaceuticals from him. And, of

course, once upon a time he was

also a patient of mine. Like you.

LYCON:

Good luck, Chief.

And they start out of there, Lycon's dog bumping into the

wall on the way out. We hear the DOOR CLOSE O.S. Anderton

lies there, gripping the bed, listening to the TICK TICK TICK

of the timer. We now...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. TENEMENT CITY - DAY

As a Precrime ship cruises past the tenement.

INT. TENEMENT - DAY

It's only been a few hours. Anderton, still blindfolded by

his dressings, is unaware of the Precrime Ship that passes by

the open window, grimy curtains blowing in the breeze.

He takes the inhaler Dr. Eddie had left him from his pocket.

He feels it in his hand a moment, then takes a long hit.

He listens to the MUFFLED VOICES that float in through the

paper-thin walls; a cacophony of HUMAN SOUND above, below,

and all around him. TICK... TICK... TICK...

SEAN (V.O.)

How much time, Dad?

Now, gradually, LIGHT BEGINS TO FILL THE ROOM as we...

DISSOLVE TO:

A PUBLIC POOL - DAY

Crowded. Laughing kids. Yelling Parents. Anderton stands

in the shallow end looking at his WATCH as his six-year-old

son breaks the surface of the water.

ANDERTON:

Twelve seconds. A new record.

The boy smiles, clings to the side.

SEAN:

Okay... now let me time you.

ANDERTON:

Are you kidding? There's

absolutely positively no way, on my

best day, I could ever beat twelve

seconds!

SEAN:

Come on!

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