Minority Report Page #24

A TOUR GROUP -- mostly kids, a smattering of adults --

gathers in front of the statue of the three Precogs, who look

nothing like the creatures we've seen floating in the tank.

TOUR GUIDE:

The Precrime program began with a

Federal grant in 2036, and today,

six years later, the District of

Columbia is now the safest city in

America. Why? Because Precrime

Works.

We move OFF THE TOUR GUIDE to a shady spot beneath a tree

where we see Anderton hidden in a shadow, wearing an

overcoat.

TOUR GUIDE:

Precrime has eliminated the need

for traditional detectives, so that

most of the work done here is about

the verification of motive and the

protection of the future victim...

Anderton pulls out the AIR SYRINGE that Dr. Eddie gave him

and stares at it. He touches it to the underside of his chin

and takes a deep breath...

ANDERTON:

Okay, one... two -- sh*t.

He lowers the syringe. Can't do it. He looks around.

INT. ANDERTON'S OFFICE - DAY

As Witwer works the equipment tries to enhance the FACE IN

THE MIRROR. It looks ephemeral, like the face of a ghost...

EXT. PLAZA - DAY

As Anderton takes another breath. This time counts

quickly --

ANDERTON:

One two three...

KID:

Can we see the precogs?

And injects himself as we then PAN BACK to the Tour Guide...

TOUR GUIDE:

The three precogs have such a

powerful gift, they have to be kept

in peaceful seclusion so as not to

be distracted from the outside

world. This display should give

you some idea of their daily

life...

The guide gestures to a DIARAMA like they have in Natural

History Museums. But instead of seeing a clan of cavemen

hunting a woolly mammoth with spears, the scene depicted here

is supposedly of the "three precogs" performing their daily

tasks.

But what we're looking at, however, is three healthy-looking

silhouettes dressed in loose-fitting pajamas and sitting in

overstuffed chairs in the middle of a beautiful living room,

surrounded by people in white coats attending to their every

need, while images of bloodless murders appear on a small TV

screen in one corner.

Not at all the image of three frail, nearly translucent souls

writhing about in a milk tank.

ON ANDERTON:

In agony, his head ducked as he now pulls out the syringe

from under his chin. He stumbles to the PRECOG DIARAMA and

slowly looks up.

And now, in front of this display of lies, HIS ENTIRE FACE

BEGINS TO SAG as all of his facial muscles essentially let

go, changing his appearance from youthful to geriatric in a

matter of seconds.

Anderton stumbles over to and then falls in behind the group

as it follows the guide into the building.

TOUR GUIDE:

The precogs get over eight million

pieces of mail each year. That's

more mail than Santa gets...

Jucket and Paymen walk out of the building, barely glance at

Anderton as he passes.

INT. PRECRIME TEMPLE - DAY

As Wally hoists out one of the male precogs, begins

"grooming" him. He hits an ORANGE LEVER and flushes the old

milk from the tank.

EXT. PRECRIME BUILDING - DAY

As Anderton moves away from the group to a side entrance

where Precrime Personnel enter. He pulls off the overcoat as

he goes so that we now read the word MAINTENANCE on the back

of his coveralls. He goes inside the building, into...

A MAINTENANCE AREA

Anderton emerges pushing an ultrasonic scrubber. He turns up

one corridor, then another. He walks to a door marked

NUTRIENT ROOM and looks both ways. He pulls a SMALL, BLACK

ZIPLOC-LIKE BAG from his pocket and opens it.

And now, wincing, he very gingerly removes his TWO OLD EYES

from the bag. One of the eyes slips from his hands...

ANDERTON:

Oh, no...

Then the other one slips.

ANDERTON:

No... no... no...

He carefully avoids stepping on them as he awkwardly scoops

them up off the floor.

He then glances about, and now, holding one eye in each hand,

he very very very carefully holds them up to the EYEDENTISCAN

and prays...

After the world's longest beat, he gets CLEARED and quickly

drops his eyeballs back into the bag and enters the secured

area.

INT. ANDERTON'S OFFICE - DAY

As Fletcher comes into the room.

WITWER:

Take a look.

He moves aside so Fletcher can see the screen.

WITWER:

There are two others in the room

besides Anderton and Crow.

FLETCHER:

Two?

He indicates the face in the sunglasses...

WITWER:

There's the man in sunglasses

outside the window... here... but

there's someone else... here... in

the mirror.

Witwer begins enhancing THE FACE IN THE MIRROR...

INT. NUTRIENT ROOM - DAY

As Anderton enters the room and closes the door behind him.

The room is full of pipes and tanks full of liquid. We hear

A LOW HUM as Anderton makes his way through the room...

He stops at a thick glass window and we realize he's looking

into THE PRECOG TANK from below. A series OF PIPES RUN INTO

THE TANK. A DOOR is beside the window. Another EYEscan...

He once more takes out the black plastic bag...

INT. ANDERTON'S OFFICE - DAY

As the FACE IN THE MIRROR comes into sharper focus now...

FLETCHER:

It's definitely female...

INT. PRECOG TEMPLE - DAY

As Anderton comes through the door. He starts to drag

Wally's desk over to barricade it...

WALLY (O.S.)

Hey!

Anderton turns, sees Wally coming over now. A look on his

face...

WALLY:

What're you doing in here? I'm

afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to

leave...

Anderton ignores him, puts a screwdriver in his mouth and

jumps up and grabs a light fixture near the door, then pulls

himself up like a gymnast. Wally is taken aback at the

strength of the "old man..."

WALLY:

Careful there, old timer, you're

gonna hurt yourself...

Anderton takes the screwdriver and jams the sliding-door

mechanism with it, then jumps down beside Wally.

ANDERTON:

Wally, listen to me...

WALLY:

Do I know you? Who are you?

Anderton touches his face, realizes it's still sagging, old

looking. He grabs Wally by the shirt...

ANDERTON:

I like you, Wally, so I'm not gonna

kick you, or hit you with anything,

but only if you promise to help

me...

WALLY:

(beat)

Oh... Hi, John.

INT. ANDERTON'S OFFICE - DAY

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