Unbreakable Page #2

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His temple touches the glass. The vibration of the train begins to lull his eyes

closed... Beat.

David's head bounces lightly against the window.

The shaking of the glass never allows David's eyes to completely close.

He sits up when he realizes the shaking is getting stronger.

He looks out the window. The scenery blurs as it flies by. Beat.

David turns. Some of the other passengers start to react as they realize the

train is picking up speed.

The normal bumps of the tracks become amplified.

The WORRIED VOICES OF THE TRAVELERS START FILL THE CABIN.

The train goes faster.

AND THEN THE HIGH PITCHED METAL ON METAL SCREECHING STARTS AS THE TRAIN BEGINS TO

TAKE A CURVE.

David's eyes move to the seat in front of him. The little girl is no longer

watching him.

DAVID LOOKS TO THE PASSENGERS ACROSS FROM HIM. He sees the ground slowly drop

away in the windows behind them as THEIR SIDE OF THE TRAIN STARTS TO RISE...

THE PASSENGERS SCREAM AS THE AMTRAK PASSENGER TRAIN BEGINS TO TILT OFF THE

TRACK...

CUT TO:

INT. FAMILY ROOM - AFTERNOON

A boy, age ten, sits on his head on the family couch and watches television

upside down. His floppy brown hair spreads out in a circle in front of his red

face. He changes channels with a remote control.

He moves past the upside down cartoons and the upside down talk shows. He stops

on an upside down picture of a crashed train. Beat.

His knees come forward as he flips over. He tumbles slowly off the couch and onto

the carpet. JEREMY DUNNE gazes at the television screen... A LIVE AERIAL VIEW OF

A TRAIN WRECK SMOULDERING BELOW IS SEEN. Two trains are tangled like snakes.

Jeremy gets up and moves to a small table with a phone. Next to the phone is a

notepad. On it is written...

"Dad - Amtrak 177 - 3:40pm."

Jeremy looks at the television. At the bottom of the screen in red block letters

that move from right to left are words and numbers..."The 3:40 Amtrak 177 has

derailed... Amtrak Emergency number is 1-800-777-4322... The 3:40 Amtrak 177 has

derailed...Amtrak"

Jeremy doesn't take his eyes off the screen. He makes a small desperate noise

that no one hears.

CUT TO:

INT. PHYSICAL THERAPY CENTER - LATE AFTERNOON

An elderly woman can't hold back any longer and SCREAMS. An embarrassed, tortured

helpless scream.

MEGAN DUNNE continues applying pressure to her arm which is being pushed back as

far as it will go.

She counts to three and eases off. She lays her arm back in her lap.

WE ARE IN A PHYSICAL THERAPY CENTER. About a dozen people are on specialized

weight machines.

The elderly woman is seated on an exercise table and breathes slowly.

MEGAN:

You okay, Virginia?

Beat. VIRGINIA shakes her head, "No."

MEGAN:

I'll put something on the

t.v. Maybe we'll find some

almost naked guys to inspire

you.

Megan reaches up to the t.v. monitor mounted on the wall. She turns it on and

starts flipping channels. She stops on ESPN where a swimming meet is underway.

Men in bikini swimsuits line the edges of the pool.

Virginia starts watching with great interest.

Megan's eyes move to the tiny print moving across the bottom of the screen. Her

face goes still as she reads the train number... 177.

CUT TO:

INT. EMERGENCY ROOM - AFTERNOON

DAVID DUNNE'S EYES SLOWLY OPEN. THE DULL WHITE OF THE OVERHEAD TUBE LIGHTING

BLINDS HIM AT FIRST.

He blinks his vision back. He realizes he's in a bed.

WE HEAR AGITATED VOICES, MOVEMENT.

David looks around. He's in an emergency room. There are a half dozen prep areas

and beds next to him. They're all empty.

DAVID FOLLOWS THE URGENT SOUNDS OF ACTIVITY TO A PREP AREA DIRECTLY ACROSS FROM

HIM.

He can only see glimpses of activity through the drawn curtain. A group of

emergency room personnel are treating a man whose body is twitching violently on

a gurney.

One of the group is a man who glances through the opening in the curtain. He

notices David sitting up from across the room.

THE MAN IN SCRUBS leaves the group and walks over.

MAN IN SCRUBS:

How are you feeling?

DAVID:

Okay.

He FLASHES A LIGHT in David's eyes.

MAN IN SCRUBS:

You are in the emergency

room of the University of

Pennsylvania Hospital. You

were in a serious accident.

(beat)

How's your vision?

DAVID:

Fine.

David stares across as the scene with the other patients becomes more frantic and

disturbing.

MAN IN SCRUBS:

Where were you sitting on

the train?

DAVID:

Against a window.

MAN IN SCRUBS:

In the passenger car?

DAVID:

Yes. Where are the rest of

the passengers?

MAN IN SCRUBS:

Was your family traveling

with you?

DAVID:

No.

MAN IN SCRUBS:

Did you get up from your

seat?

DAVID:

No.

David watches the other patient.

MAN IN SCRUBS:

You're certain you were in

the passenger car?

David turns to the man.

DAVID:

Yes... Why are you looking

at me like that?

Beat.

MAN IN SCRUBS:

Your train derailed... Some

kind of malfunction... It

took a curve way to fast. A

second train collided with

yours after it derailed. The

debris is spread over one

mile. It's unbelievable they

said.

(beat)

They only found two people

alive so far... You and him.

David looks to the other passenger now laying unnaturally still in the desperate

whirlwind of activity around him.

MAN IN SCRUBS:

The man's skull was cracked

open and most of his left

side was crushed.

Beat.

MAN IN SCRUBS:

And to answer your question,

there are two reasons why

I'm looking at you like

this.

David turns and stares at the man.

MAN IN SCRUBS:

One, because it seems, in a

few minutes, you will

officially be the only

survivor of this train

wreck.

(beat)

And two, because you don't

have a scratch on you. You

didn't break one bone.

CUT TO:

INT. EMERGENCY RECEPTION AREA - EVENING

David moves through the depressing milky corridors of the hospital. He opens a

set of double doors.

A room crammed with cameras and photographers explodes with movement.

A CHILD'S VOICE BREAKS THEIR NOISE.

JEREMY:

I told you!

Jeremy Dunne pushes forward through the mob of people and cameras. He bursts out

and runs to David. He wraps his arms around David's waist. David just stands

there, aware that the cameras are catching it all. He's overwhelmed.

Hospital staff and a couple police officers push the media back.

Jeremy tugs David to lean down. He does.

JEREMY:

They thought everybody on

the train died.

David looks at his son's face. Wipes the tears on his cheek.

JEREMY:

I told them they were wrong.

A woman moves to them. David stands up and faces Megan Dunne.

JEREMY:

Mom even cried.

David looks at Megan's eyes.

JEREMY:

A lot.

Megan looks away.

MEGAN:

Not a lot.

They stand there for a moment. David looks shaken. Jeremy takes hold of his hand.

JEREMY:

Let's go home.

Megan nods. They move to the exit. The pack of cameras and reporters burst to

life as they leave the building. They jockey for position to get a last glimpse

of David Dunne.

CUT TO:

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

David eats a bowl of pasta alone in a modest kitchen. He stares at his hand.

Opens and closes it slowly. Beat.

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