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TWELVE MONKEYS |
An original screenplay by |
David Peoples |
& |
Janet Peoples |
Inspired by |
LA JETEE, a Chris Marker Film |
Production Draft |
June 27, 1994 |
FADE IN: |
INT. CONCOURSE/AIRPORT TERMINAL - BAY |
CLOSE ON A FACE. A nine year old boy, YOUNG COLE, his eyes wide |
with wonder. watching something intently. We HEAR the sounds of |
the P.A. SYSTEM droning Flight Information mingled with the |
sounds of urgent SHOUTS, running FEET, EXCLAMATIONS. |
YOUNG COLE'S POV: twenty yards away, a BLONDE MAN is sprawled on |
the floor, blood oozing from his gaudy Hawaiian shirt. |
A BRUNETTE in a tight dress, her face obscured from YOUNG COLE'S |
view, rushes to the injured man, kneels beside him, ministering |
to his wound. |
ANGLE ON YOUNG COLE, flanked by his PARENTS, their faces out of |
view, as they steer him away. |
FATHER'S VOICE (o.s.) |
Come on, Son --this is no place for us. |
YOUNG COLE resists momentarily, mesmerized by the drama. |
YOUNG COLE'S POV: intermittently visible through a confusion of |
FIGURES rushing through the foreground, the BLONDE MAN reaching |
up and touching the cheek of the kneeling BRUNETTE in a gesture |
of enormous tenderness, a gesture of farewell, while the P.A. |
SYSTEM continues its monotonous monotone... |
P.A. SYSTEM |
Flight 784 for San Francisco is now |
ready for boarding at inmate number |
66578, Greely. |
INT. PRISON DORMITORY/FUTURE - ETERNAL NIGHT |
PRISON P.A. SYSTEM |
--number 5429, Garcia -- number 87645, Cole... |
COLE, late thirties, dark hair, comes awake in a bunk cage, one |
of many stacked four high along both sides of a long dim |
corridor. He blinks in the near dark, shaken, disoriented. |
Then, as he "recovers" from his very vivid dream, WE GET OUR |
FIRST LOOK AT HIS ENVIRONMENT...A WINDOWLESS UNDERGROUND WORLD OF |
ETERNAL NIGHT SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE...AN ALMOST COLORLESS |
"REALITY" OF BLURRED EDGES AND ECHOEY SOUNDS, MUCH MORE |
"DREAMLIKE" THAN HIS DREAM. |
Flashlights glare. In the half-light, COLE sees spooky figures, |
GUARDS, moving among the locked bunk/cages. |
COLE turns and whispers to the occupant of the next cage, JOSE... |
COLE |
Ssssst! Jose, what's going on? |
JOSE's face is almost lost in shadow. What there is of it is |
youthful. He's just a scared Puerto Rican kid! |
JOSE |
"Volunteers" again. |
JOSE immediately rolls over and feigns sleep as SCARFACE, a |
menacing guard with a jagged scar running down his cheek, looms |
close to COLE's cage and unlocks it. |
SCARFACE |
"Volunteer duty". |
The PRISONERS in the other cages watch silently with narrowed eyes. |
COLE |