Minority Report Page #9

A FLASH OF A WOMAN'S FACE. Silent. Eyes and mouth wide

open. A shock of red hair all around her. Her face is a

white mask of terror. She seems to be beckoning Anderton

with her arm...

He looks at Agatha, who continues to cling to him, HER OWN

FACE HOLDS THE SAME EXPRESSION as the woman on the screen.

She finally lets go of Anderton and falls back into the tank.

WALLY:

John?!

Anderton, shaken, looks up and THE IMAGE FADES, replaced with

the blurry flood of images we saw earlier.

WALLY:

What the hell just happened? Her

ACTH levels just shot through the

roof!

Anderton turns and looks at the Precog writhing about.

WALLY:

Her pituitary dumped a week's worth

into her system... What did you do

to her?

ANDERTON:

Nothing... she grabbed me, and then

there was an image on the screen...

WALLY:

She grabbed you? Impossible. The

Precogs aren't even aware of us.

In the milk all they see is the

future.

Anderton shoots a look down the hall as WITWER WALKS THROUGH

THE LASER DECONTAMINATOR, unaware of what just happened. He

turns to Wally and lowers his voice...

ANDERTON:

She was looking right at me.

WALLY:

It could have been a nightmare...

Sometimes they dream about the old

murders.

Anderton looks back down at Agatha, her eyes closed now as

she sinks down into the milk and disappears, her own arm in

front of her, beckoning in the same way as the woman.

ANDERTON:

She spoke to me.

WALLY:

(dismissive)

To you? I don't think so...

(but has to know)

What'd she say?

ANDERTON:

She said...

Anderton looks up at the screens...

ANDERTON:

"Can you see?"

EXT. THE DEPARTMENT OF CONTAINMENT - EARLY MORNING

Anderton takes off his sunglasses, looks at a screen:

ANDERTON:

Anderton. John.

He moves his eyes close to the screen and gets

EYEdentiscanned at the door and goes inside.

INT. DEPARTMENT OF CONTAINMENT - EARLY MORNING

Silent. A huge open space, a human warehouse. Along the

floor -- ringing the entire perimeter -- are markers with

numbers on the front of them. We now HEAR FOOTSTEPS as...

Anderton enters the building. As he moves further into the

space, our angle changes and we now see HUMAN BODIES lying on

their backs on the other side of the markers. Each

"prisoner" has a metal HALO-like apparatus -- spikes going

inward -- fitted onto his head.

Anderton slows his pace, eyeing the row of inert bodies along

the floor as he goes. Above each inert prisoner is a SCREEN

that continuously plays the Precog's PREVISION OF THE MURDER

for which they've been convicted.

Suddenly we hear a blast of ORGAN MUSIC reverberating from

somewhere O.S. and he looks off towards a CURTAIN at the

back...

ON THE CURTAIN:

As Anderton parts it to REVEAL:

A LIVING SPACE:

A bed. A stove. A fridge... And A HUGE PIPE ORGAN. A MAN

IN A WHEELCHAIR playing with his back to us. From the sound

of it, he seems to be making it up as he goes along.

Anderton taps the guy on the shoulder, startling him --

MAN:

HOO BOY!

(then)

You scared me, Chief.

He takes a breath, looks at Anderton standing there. The

man's face is large, almost retarded in appearance. He wears

A PRISON GUARD UNIFORM.

ANDERTON:

You the sentry?

GIDEON:

Yes, sir. I'm Gideon.

(indicates the organ)

The music relaxes the prisoners.

Anderton looks around as Gideon quickly moves away from the

organ.

GIDEON:

I don't ever see any of you precops

down here, I'm not in trouble am I?

ANDERTON:

No, you're not in trouble. I'm

interested in a murder.

GIDEON:

Kill type?

ANDERTON:

Drowning.

Gideon turns to a computer screen on his wheelchair.

GIDEON:

Well, that narrows it down. Not

many in here for that one.

Gideon starts going through the files, we see different FACES

flash by. Anderton looks over his shoulder.

ANDERTON:

Victim's a white female.

GIDEON:

This about the Justice Department?

(off Anderton's look)

They laid on a tour for tomorrow

a.m. Told me to wear a tie. You

like this one?

THE FACE OF THE DROWNING WOMAN Agatha showed Anderton flashes

on the screen.

ANDERTON:

Stop! Roll back... There!

Gideon looks at the screen.

GIDEON:

That's an old one. One of our

first.

ANDERTON:

This is the official composite of

the three precogs?

GIDEON:

That's right. It's a combined data

stream based on all three

previsions.

ANDERTON:

Show me just Agatha's data stream.

GIDEON:

For that, we have to go for a ride.

Gideon rolls ahead of Anderton, checking his manifest on a

small display. Anderton looks around.

ANDERTON:

You the only sentry?

GIDEON:

I work graveyard, swing and day all

by my lonesome.

Gideon hits a button on his wheelchair and we hear a RUMBLING

SOUND as the "prisoners" around the perimeter all BEGIN TO

RISE.

GIDEON:

Hey, bet you don't know where the

term "graveyard shift" comes from?

Only half-listening, Anderton watches as now A SECOND TIER OF

MARKERS appear right below the first tier. The video screens

playing the murder previsions over and over...

GIDEON:

Long time ago, in merry old

England, they discovered that some

coffins, after they reopened 'em --

now why they did that, I couldn't

tell you --

And now we see a third tier, also with the video screens

showing their own horrific images.

GIDEON:

Anyway, they discovered that some

of the coffins had scratch marks on

the inside, indicating that the

person had not been dead when they

buried them.

And now Anderton watches as a fourth tier rises up.

GIDEON:

So they tied a string to the wrist

of each person that lead to a bell

above ground.

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