Unbreakable
INT. CLOTHING STORE - AFTERNOON
Women's casual wear department. J.C. Penny.
Legend "1961"
An African-American man carrying two J.C. Penny shopping bags is ushered past the
department store managers and security guards on walkies that have gathered at
the entrance to the woman's dressing rooms.
CUT TO:
INT. DRESSING ROOM - AFTERNOON
A bed has been formed by a chair and three benches.
A STRIKING AFRICAN-AMERICAN WOMAN in her twenties lays across it. Her face and
clothes are covered in sweat. Her skirt is stained.
She holds something wrapped in a soft sweatshirt on her chest. We can't see it,
She's just given birth.
There are three frazzled saleswomen in the dressing room with her. They watch her
with quiet smiles.
A fourth SALESWOMAN arrives ushering in the man with the shopping bags.
SALESWOMAN:
This is Mr. Mathison. He's
a doctor.
DR. MATHISON looks over the scene and then directly at the striking woman.
DR. MATHISON
You okay?
The woman nods, "Yes." Sweat trickles down her face. THE BABY'S PIERCING CRIES
ECHO IN THE SMALL ROOM.
SALESWOMAN:
An ambulance is on the way.
Dr. Mathison puts down his shopping bags and moves to her. He kneels down and
gestures for the bundle of sweatshirts in her arms.
DR. MATHISON
Is there a name yet?
Beat. The woman smiles for the first time.
WOMAN:
Elijah.
She hands him the wrapped child. We can't see the baby, but THE PIERCING CRIES
SEEM TO GET LOUDER.
WOMAN:
Is he supposed to be crying
like that?
The doctor lowers the baby to his lap and unwraps him.
The woman can't see her baby anymore. She watches Dr. Mathison as he looks down
and examines her child. Beat. Dr. Mathison doesn't look up for the longest time.
WOMAN:
Can I have him back?
THE BABY'S CRYING IS RELENTLESS. UNNERVING. Beat.
The doctor finally glances up. He looks shaken. He makes eye contact with the
woman for only a second. It's enough. A chill goes through her body.
He looks to the three saleswomen who were in the room.
DR. MATHISON
What happened during the
delivery?
His hard stare unsettles the women. The OLDER SALESWOMAN speaks up.
OLDER SALESWOMAN
Nothing. It was very quick.
The baby just wanted to come
right out. There was no
problems.
DR. MATHISON
Did you drop him?
Everyone becomes very still. The mother looks like she stopped breathing. THE
BABY'S SCREAMING ENGULFS THE ROOM.
DR. MATHISON
Did you drop this baby?
Beat.
OLDER SALESWOMAN
Jesus Christ, no.
The BABY SCREAMS.
The doctor whispers something to himself, we can't hear. He looks up to the
saleswoman who brought him in.
DR. MATHISON
Please inform the ambulance
we have a situation...
Dr. Mathison turns back to the mother. Beat.
DR. MATHISON
I've never seen this... It
appears your infant
sustained some fractures
while in your uterus.
(beat)
His arms and legs are
broken.
FADE TO BLACK:
EXT. TRAIN STATION NEW JERSEY - DAY
LEGEND "PRESENT DAY"
A fountain of humanity bubbles up from the escalators to the train platform.
Businessmen take their last desperate drags of their cigarettes... Women
traveling with children herd their luggage and offspring into tight shapes as
they move... College students with backpacks look around dazed at the various
track numbers.
ANNOUNCER(o.s.)
Last call track three,
Amtrak Clocker making it's
final stop at Philadelphia's
thirtieth street station.
First two passenger cars
only. First two cars only.
A face inside the train watches the stream of passengers emerging from the
escalators. DAVID DUNNE, a man in his early forties, rest his temple against the
glass and quietly observes the movement outside.
The train starts to pull out.
CUT TO:
INT. PASSENGER CAR - DAY
David sits with his coat on his lap. He's wearing a tie. He doesn't look very
comfortable in it.
He feels a stare. He looks up to find a girl, six or seven years old, peering at
him from over the seat in front of him. She just gazes at him blankly.
He gives her a small forced smile. She doesn't react. David returns his head to
the window.
His eyes begin to shut with the lulling movement of the train.
WOMAN(o.s.)
You alone?
David looks in the direction of THE VOICE. A WOMAN with dark hair and light blue
eyes stands in the aisle with two bags over her shoulder. She's wearing a tight
white t-shirt and jeans. She's beautiful.
David nods "yes."
The woman starts putting her bags on the shelf above the seats. She stretches to
get them up. Her toned stomach is exposed. She has a silver ring pierced through
her navel.
David has a gold ring on his hand. He fiddles with it. Beat. He gently slips off
his wedding band. It goes into his coat pocket.
The woman takes the seat next to him.
Beat. A LOUD VIOLENT BURST OF SOUND. The passenger car shakes as a passing
train barrels by two feet from David's window. It passes in a few seconds. The
David pulls a magazine out from the seat pocket in front of him.
He holds the woman's fashion magazine out.
DAVID:
Someone left these. You want
one?
The woman looks over the one being offered and then points to the Sports
Illustrated peeking out of the seat pocket.
David pulls the magazine out and gives it to her.
DAVID:
You like sports?
WOMAN:
It's my field. I represent
athletes. I'm an agent.
DAVID:
What a coincidence? I'm a
male synchronized swimmer
and I'm looking for
representation.
WOMAN(smiling)
Is that right?
DAVID:
But I'm afraid of water, so
that's been holding my
career back a little bit.
The woman laughs.
DAVID:
You represent someone in
Philadelphia?
WOMAN:
Temple University. He's a
cornerback. You like
football?
Beat.
DAVID:
Not really.
WOMAN:
This kid is six foot two,
two hundred and forty
pounds. He runs the fifty in
under six seconds. He's
going to be a God.
Beat. David studies the excitement in her eyes.
ANOTHER LOUD VIOLENT BURST OF SOUND. David waits till the opposing train passes.
The woman goes back to her magazine. Beat.
DAVID:
I'm David Dunne.
The woman looks up.
WOMAN:
Kelly.
She goes back to the magazine.
Beat.
DAVID:
How long are you staying in
Philly?
KELLY looks up from her Sports Illustrated. Her striking blue eyes gaze at David.
Beat.
She holds up her hand. Taps the diamond ring on her finger.
KELLY(soft)
I'm married.
DAVID(fake excitement)
Great.
Beat.
KELLY:
Sorry.
DAVID(fake confusion)
What are you talking about?
An awkward silence.
DAVID:
I think you got the wrong
idea.
The woman stares at David. She looks down. Beat. Closes the magazine.
KELLY:
I'm going to find another
seat.
Kelly gets up. She balances herself against a headrest as the train rumbles. She
starts to the back of the car.
David sits alone. He looks like he's drowning, but there's no water.
He feels a stare. He glances up. The little girl spies on him from between the
seats.
David leans towards the window to avoid eye contact. His hand reaches into his
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