Minority Report Page #3

Anderton looks at his watch: COUNTING DOWN, 12 MINUTES.

ANDERTON:

I'm sorry Danny, but I'll have to

give you the full tour later on.

WITWER:

Your secretaries were all kind

enough to give me a look around the

office...

Anderton looks through the glass doors where A HALF DOZEN

FEMALE PRECRIME OFFICE WORKERS ogle Witwer, even one that's

pregnant (a moving image of her baby on the front of her

maternity T-shirt). They ALL CHEW GUM.

Witwer watches as Anderton moves his fingers across the

display, "flying through" the precrime scene, moving forward

and back in time. ARCHITECTURAL REFERENCE SCREENS run side

by-side with the Prevision Screen...

ANDERTON:

Original running bond brick

pattern, streamlined early Georgian

Details...

Fletcher begins pointing out the equipment to Witwer who just

listens quietly... asks no questions.

FLETCHER:

What he's doing now, we call

"scrubbing the image", looking for

clues as to where the murder's

going to happen.

ANDERTON:

The brick has been repointed, the

glass is original with new glazing

bars. I show composite mouldings

with dentils.

(then)

Someone took care in the

renovation. Let's find the

architect...

FLETCHER:

Victims are pronounced here.

Killers here. We never touch

anything.

ANDERTON:

I show a cop on horseback.

JAD:

Somewhere near the capital?

ANDERTON:

No maglev system.

JAD:

The mall?

ANDERTON:

Georgetown.

Fletcher introduces Witwer to a female member of the team.

FLETCHER:

This is Evanna, the team pilot.

WITWER:

Nice to meet you. Gum?

She gives him a once over, takes a piece of gum.

EVANNA:

Oh, thank you...

He pops a piece in his own mouth, cuts a look back at her...

WITWER:

She's cute.

Witwer now notices the three faces on screen, can't take his

eyes off them. Witwer looks at the images on the screen.

These three faces writhing in agony.

FLETCHER:

Filtered, the Precogs can see

outward up to four days with a

sensory range of 200 miles.

Witwer stares at them, blowing a bubble.

WITWER:

So if you wanna kill someone, you

take him to Miami.

FLETCHER:

Not after the vote next week. Once

the Amendment passes, we go

national, there's gonna be nowhere

to run.

Anderton cuts a look at him as Jad indicates a 3D map full of

BLUE DOTS...

JAD:

Two Howard Markses EYEdented in the

sprawl. Neither show married --

Anderton looks at THE REFERENCE SCREENS AS THEY SCROLL

THROUGH ARCHITECTURAL IMAGERY...

ANDERTON:

I show a match for Dwight Kingsley.

Nineteenth century architect. He

did two dozen houses in D.C....

MECHANICAL VOICE

Time Horizon, ten minutes...

Witwer reacts to the incessant RINGING OF THE ALARM BELL.

WITWER:

Can't they shut that off?

FLETCHER:

That's the Red Ball Alarm.

Witwer looks at him.

FLETCHER:

Crime of passion. No

premeditation. They show up late.

Most of our scrambles are flash

events like this one. We rarely

see anything with premeditation

anymore.

WITWER:

People have gotten the message.

(to Fletcher)

Gum?

INT. MARKS KITCHEN - MORNING

As Howard sits down with his son who keeps cutting the piece

of cardboard while reciting the address.

SON:

... the world will little note, nor

long remember what we say here...

HOWARD:

(looks at Sarah)

I was thinking, maybe I'd play

hooky, stay home today.

Her back to him, Sarah pauses for just a second.

SARAH:

What about your meeting?

HOWARD:

I'll reschedule. I've been working

too much anyway.

The boy holds up what WE NOW SEE IS A LINCOLN MASK to his

face...

SON:

... that these honored dead we take

increased devotion to that cause

for which they gave us they gave

the last full measure of

devotion...

He looks at the back of his wife as he pokes at his

breakfast.

HOWARD:

We could have lunch together.

SARAH:

I'd love to, but I've got an open

house today at the Ressler place.

HOWARD:

Ah. That must be why you look so

nice.

As Sarah turns and smiles at Howard.

SARAH:

Raincheck?

HOWARD:

Sure. Raincheck.

SON:

... that we here highly resolve

that these dead shall not have died

in vain...

We hear a HORN HONK O.S. Sarah looks at her son.

SARAH:

Your ride's here. Get your stuff.

The boy gets up, setting THE SCISSORS down on the table.

INT. PRECRIME ANALYTICAL ROOM - MORNING

Two men act as "dressers", getting Anderton into gear while

he works. They help him on with a jacket, the word PRECRIME

emblazoned on the back.

JAD:

Director. Line three.

And now we see an IMAGE OF LAMAR BURGESS, DIRECTOR OF

PRECRIME in one corner.

BURGESS:

Tell me not to worry, John.

ANDERTON:

Don't worry, Lamar.

BURGESS:

The nation votes this week...

Anderton notices something on the prevision screen, brushes

off the "dressers".

BURGESS:

Which makes this the worst possible

time to show that we're only human.

ANDERTON:

(working)

Uh-huh...

BURGESS:

Has the observer from Justice shown

up yet?

ANDERTON:

Hang on, Lamar --

Anderton mutes the director, looks at AN IMAGE OF THE

MUSCULAR MAN IN THE SUIT. There's a CHILD'S FACE to the left

of his own.

INT. MARKS KITCHEN - MORNING

Howard takes his jacket and leaves. Sarah watches after him

for a beat, a little out of sorts.

INT. PRECRIME ANALYTICAL ROOM - MORNING

As Anderton indicates the screen to Jad. Witwer watches.

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