TWELVE MONKEYS (Continue)
WE DISCOVER RAILLY, six years older now, standing at a lectern
in a pool of light. She's dwarfed by the giant screen where the
engraving is replaced by a series of slides of woodcuts showing
scenes of pestilence in the Middle Ages as she lectures to an
audience of mostly SCHOLARLY TYPES.
RAILLY (cont.)
In 1841, Mackay wrote, "During seasons
of great pestilence, men have often
believed the prophecies of crazed
fanatics, that the end of the world was
come." Obviously, this plague/doomsday
scenario is considerably more compelling
when reality supports it in some form,
whether it's the Bubonic Plague, smallpox,
or AIDS. In addition to these "natural"
contagions, there are now technological
horrors as well: besides radiation,
consider our lurking fear of germ
warfare and its close approximation,
chemical warfare, which first reared
its ugly head in the deadly mustard
gas attacks during the First World War.
ON THE SCREEN, a SERIES of SLIDES show images of WORLD WAR I
SOLDIERS in gas masks, in death throes, etc..
RAILLY'S VOICE (cont. o.s.)
During such an attack in the French
trenches in October, 1917, we have an
account of this soldier...
ON THE SCREEN, a slide of an old deteriorated photograph shows
JOSE, the Puerto Rican kid, strapped to a stretcher, being carried
by SOLDIERS through the trenches during an attack. JOSE appears
to be ranting madly as the projector ZOOMS CLOSER on his face until
the image approximates Munch's famous painting.
RAILLY'S VOICE (cant. o.s.)
-- who, during an assault, was wounded
by shrapnel and hospitalized behind the
lines where Doctors discovered he had
lost all comprehension of French but
spoke English fluently, albeit in a
regional dialect they didn't recognize.
The man, although physically unaffected
by the gas, was hysterical. He claimed
he had come from the future, that he was
looking for a pure germ that would
ultimately wipe mankind off the face of
the earth in the year... 1995!
The AUDIENCE gives a nervous CHUCKLE.
ON THE SCREEN, a different old photograph of JOSE. This time
he's in a military hospital, gaunt, haunted, very ill.
RAILLY'S VOICE (cont. o.s.)
Although seriously injured, the young
soldier disappeared from the hospital
before more data could be gathered. No
doubt, he was trying to carry on his
mission to warn others, substituting
for the agony of war...a self-inflicted
agony we call the "Cassandra Complex".
As RAILLY continues, we SCAN the AUDIENCE and DISCOVER MARILOU
MARTIN,
RAILLY'S friend, and MARILOU'S HUSBAND, WAYNE CHANG, both listening
attentively. Further away, another MAN listens intently. A MAN with
shoulder-length carrot-colored hair. His name is DR. PETERS.
RAILLY (cont.)
Cassandra, in Greek legend you will recall,
was condemned to know the future but to be
disbelieved when she foretold it. Hence,
the agony of foreknowledge combined with
impotence to do anything about it.
INT. RECEPTION ROOM - AN HOUR LATER (NIGHT)
A stack of new books. THE DOOMSDAY SYNDROME, Apocalyptic
Visions of the Mentally Ill by Dr. Kathryn Railly
Surrounded by enthusiastic members of the audience, RAILLY is
seated at the table signing books but DR. PETERS has her ear.
DR. PETERS
I think, Dr. Railly, you have given
your alarmists a bad name. Surely
there is very real and very convincing
data that the planet cannot survive the
excesses of the human race: proliferation
of atomic devices, uncontrolled breeding
habits, the rape of the environment, the
pollution of land, sea, and air. In this
context, isn't it obvious that "Chicken
Little" represents the sane vision and
that Homo Sapiens' motto, "Let's go
shopping!" is the cry of the true lunatic?
DR. PETERS smiles self-importantly at RAILLY as an elderly
disheveled PROFESSOR elbows in front of him.
DISHEVELED PROFESSOR
Doctor Railly -- please! I wonder if
you're aware of my own studies which
indicate that certain cycles of the
moon actually impact on the incidence
of apocalyptic predictions as observed
in urban emergency rooms and...
As the PROFESSOR babbles, MARILOU MARTIN and her husband, WAYNE
CHANG, appear and whisper...
MARILOU
You were great.
RAILLY
You're leaving?
MARILOU
The reservation's at nine thirty --
it's getting late.
DISHEVELED PROFESSOR
Doctor Railly -- please -- this is very
important!
WAYNE CHANG
(checking the professor)
You sure you're gonna be all right?
RAILLY
(smiles, checks her watch)
I'll be there in twenty minutes.
DISHEVELED PROFESSOR
Dr. Railly, I simply cannot understand
your exclusion of the moon in relation
to apocalyptic dementia...
EXT. PARKING LOT/BREITROSE HALL - NIGHT
A full moon.
COLLEAGUES in a VOLVO pull out of the parking lot, calling,
"Congratulations" to RAILLY.
She waves back as she hurries to her black ACURA, one of the last
cars left in the lot.
The outside lights of Breitrose Hall go off.
RAILLY seems to be alone in the lot as she fishes keys from her
purse, unlocks her car door, starts to open it when...
Suddenly, she's grabbed from behind in a choke-hold by a large
shadowy MAN looming out of the darkness behind her.
MAN'S VOICE
Get in!
Unable to scream, she writhes and kicks as he forces her into
the
front seat.
MAN'S VOICE
I've got a gun.
RAILLY freezes, terrified, as he opens the rear door and
scrambles in behind her.
INT. ACURA/PARKING LOT
Fighting to suppress the quaver in her voice, RAILLY says...
RAILLY
You can have my purse. I have a lot of
cash and credit...
MAN'S VOICE (o.s.)
Start the car.
Glancing in the rear view mirror, RAILLY sees penetrating eyes
peering out of the shadows, no other features.
Half-turning in the seat, she holds out the keys to him.
RAILLY
Here! You can have the keys. You can...
He grabs her hair and yanks her head back hard, speaking fiercely
into her ear, his face last in shadow.
MAN
START THE CAR! NOW!
EXT. ACURA/PARKING LOT
The engine STARTS, the Acura backs up, then heads for the exit.
INT. ACURA
Steering fearfully, RAILLY hears him speak more calmly now.
MAN'S VOICE (o.s.)
I don't want to hurt you. But I will.
I've hurt people before when...when I
had no choice. Turn left.
As she makes the turn, RAILLY glances in the rear view mirror,
sees him unfolding a tattered map. His face is lost in darkness
but she glimpses ragged, torn clothing as he tries to read the
map by the intermittent glow of passing street lights.
RAILLY
Where... where are we going'
MAN
I need you to drive me to Philadelphia.
RAILLY
(startled, horrified)
But that's... that's more than 200 miles!
MAN
That's why I can't walk there. Turn
here... I think...
RAILLY obeys. She glances in the mirror again, hesitates, then
boldly switches on the dome light, holding her breath fearfully
for his reaction.
He grunts appreciatively. Relieved, she looks in the mirror
again, trying to get a better look at him, but now his features
are concealed by the map.
RAILLY
If you make me go with you, it's
kidnapping. That's a serious crime.
If you let me go, you could just take
the car and...
MAN
I don't know how to drive! We went
underground when I was nine, I told you
that. When you come to the corner,
turn right.
Startled, RAILLY whirls, looks right at him.
He's lowered the map. It's COLE! Haggard, unshaven, dirty.
RAILLY
Cole! James Cole! You escaped from a
locked room six years ago.
COLE
1989. Six years for you. There's the
sign! Right here!
COLE is indicating a freeway entrance.
RAILLY turns the wheel sharply.
EXT. FREEWAY - NIGHT
The Acura veers up the ramp and onto the freeway.
INT. ACURA/FREEWAY - NIGHT
RAILLY glances in the mirror, sees COLE settling back wearily
against the seat. She says carefully...
RAILLY
I can't believe this is a coincidence,
Mr. Cole. Have you been...following me?
COLE
You told me you'd help me. I know this
isn't what you meant, but...I was desperate...
no money...bum leg... sleeping on the streets.
I probably smell bad. Sorry about that.
But then I saw your book in a store window
with a notice about your lecture.
(sudden pride)
I can read, remember?
RAILLY
Yes, I remember.
(a beat, then)
Why do you want to go to Philadelphia?
COLE
It's the next step. I checked out the
Baltimore information, it was nothing.
It's Philadelphia, that's where they
are, the ones who killed everyone.
(pointing suddenly, eagerly)
Zs that a radio? Does it play music?
RAILLY turns on the radio and immediately WE HEAR the SOUND of
SURF
and the CRIES of gulls, background to an oozing baritone COMMERCIAL.
COMMERCIAL/RADIO (o.s.)
This is a personal message to you.
COLE sits up, alert, listening intently.
COMMERCIAL/RADIO (cont. o.s.)
Are you at the end of your rope? Are
you dying to get away?
COLE'S eyes narrow, concentrating on this personal message.
COMMERCAIL/RADIO (cont. o.s.}
The Florida Keys are waiting for you.
COLE frowns as the SOUND of breaking SURF and crying GULLS fills
the car. It's confusing! He blurts out...
COLE
I've never seen the ocean!
Observing his confusion in the mirror, RAILLY assumes her
professional tone.
RAILLY
It's an advertisement, Mr. Cole. You
do understand that, don't you? It's
not really a special message to you.
COLE frowns. He did think it was for him, but she's probably right.
COLE
You used to call me "James".
RAILLY
You'd prefer that? ... James...you
don't really have a gun, do you.
COLE
(cynical laugh)
Everybody's got a gun. In this city...
He breaks off reacting to the RADIO MUSIC! FATS DOMINO singing
"BLUEBERRY HILL"! COLE grins, mouth agape, eyes wide like
a kid's.
COLE
Can you...can you make it louder? I
love hearing twentieth century music!
Hearing music and breathing air!
As RAILLY cranks up the volume, she watches the mirror
incredulously, sees him stick his head out the window into the
wind, mouth open, "eating" the air hungrily.
EXT. FREEWAY/ACURA - NIGHT
"BLUEBERRY HILL" BLARES as the Acura, COLE'S head out
the rear
window, zips past a sign at 65 mph.
The sign says, "PHILADELPHIA 233 MILES."
INT. ACURA/FREEWAY - NIGHT
RAILLY glances in the mirror at the nut in the rear seat with
his
head out the window. what can she do? Just then, while she's
trying to figure something out, an ANNOUNCER'S VOICE breaks in...
ANNOUNCER/RADIO (o.s.)
This just in from Fresno, California:
emergency crews are converging on a
cornfield where playmates of nine year
old Ricky Neuman say they saw him
disappear right before their eyes.
COLE pulls his head back inside with a frown, troubled now.
ANNOUNCER/RADIO (cont. o.s.)
Young Neuman apparently stepped into an
abandoned well shaft and is lodged somewhere
in the narrow 150 foot pipe, possibly alive,
possibly seriously injured. Playmates claim
they heard him cry out faintly but since then
there has been no contact with...
COLE
"Never cry wolf!"
RAILLY
What?
COLE
My father told me that. "Never cry
wolf." Then people won't believe you
if...something really happens.
RAILLY
"If something really happens"...like
what, James?
COLE
Something bad. Is that all the music?
I don't want to hear this stuff...
RAILLY glances at him as she scans stations.
RAILLY
Did something terrible happen to you when
you were a child? Something so bad...?
COLE
Ohhhh, that one! Can we hear that one?
It's IVORY JOE HUNTER singing, "SINCE I MET YOU, BABY".
IVORY JOE/RADIO (o.s.)
"Since I met you, baby,
My whole life has changed...
Ecstatic, COLE sticks his head out the window again.
EXT. ACURA/FREEWAY
COLE'S POV: the heavens, glittering with a million stars and a
lover's moon as IVORY JOE croons the achingly romantic lyrics...
IVORY JOE/RADIO (cont. o.s.)
"-- cause since I met you, baby.
All I need is you..."
ANGLE ON COLE, wind in his hair, eyes shining, gulping air blissfully.
INT. RAILLY'S APARTMENT - MORNING
Two POLICE OFFICERS and an anxious MARILOU MARTIN listen to an
answering machine's message while a hungry CAT cries plaintively.
ANSWERING MACHINE
Dr. Railly -- this is Palmer from Psych
Admitting. There was a guy here this
afternoon looking for you. He seemed
very agitated. We tried to keep him, but
he refused 'n I kept thinking, I know
this guy. Then, just a few minutes ago,
it came to me. It's Cole! James Cole.
Remember him? The paranoid who pulled
the Houdini back in '89. Well, he's
back and he's...cuckoo...and he's looking
for you. I thought you oughta know.
The machine switches off. The POLICE OFFICERS exchange a look.
MARILOU MARTIN
It's just as I told you -- my husband
and I had gone ahead -- she never
showed. That's totally unlike her!
OFFICER TWO
(pulls out his notebook)
Do you happen to know the make of her car?
MARILOU MARTIN
Um...Acura...'92 Acura. ... Also, that
cat's starving! She would never neglect
her cat!
EXT. MOTEL - MORNING
The ACURA is parked outside room 46 of the HIGHWAYS & BYWAYS
MOTEL, which has definitely seen better days.
INT. MOTEL ROOM 46
The TV is on. A commercial is just starting. A catfood jingle.
The sound of HEAVY BREATHING.
ANGLE ON COLE, sweating, BREATHING HEAVILY, sprawled on one side
of the double bed, sound asleep.
INT. CONCOURSE/AIRPORT - DAY (THE DREAM)
GUNSHOT! YOUNG COLE glimpses the BLONDE MAN staggering, wounded.
The mysterious BRUNETTE races past him toward the BLONDE MAN,
and
YOUNG COLE again glimpses the resemblance to RAILLY, in spite of
the dark hair, the make-up, the flashy earrings.
Close at hand, YOUNG COLE'S FATHER, his face still out of view,
says,
FATHER'S VOICE (o.s.)
Son, it's important for your cat to
have the nourishment necessary for
healthy bones and a rich coat.
INT. MOTEL ROOM 46
COLE comes awake with a start. He stares, disoriented, at the
CATFOOD COMMERCIAL on the TV.
RAILLY'S VOICE (o.s.)
Please untie me. I'm very uncomfortable.
COLE turns to RAILLY, beside him on the bed, frightened and
helpless, her jacket arranged to restrain her like a strait-jacket.
COLE'S instinct is to free her at once, but he controls his
impulse. He looks away, gets up, and, wincing, limps to the
dresser, stepping around empty fast-food cartons. He pulls a
razor and shaving soap from a paper bag, then goes into the
bathroom, leaving the door open, and starts to shave.
COLE
You were in my dream just now. Your hair
was different, but I'm sure it was you.
RAILLY
We dream about what's important in our lives.
And I seem to have become pretty important
in yours. What was the dream about?
COLE
About an airport...before everything
happened. It's the same dream I always
have -- the only one. I'm a little kid
in it.
RAILLY
And I was in it? What did I do?
COLE
You were very upset. You're always
very upset in the dream, but I never
knew it was you before.
RAILLY
It wasn't me before, James. It's
become me now because of...what's
happening. Please untie me.
Finished shaving, COLE re-enters the bedroom, toweling his face.
COLE
No, I think it was always you. It's
very strange.
RAILLY
You're flushed. And you were moaning.
I think you're running a fever. What
are you doing?
COLE is rummaging through RAILLY'S wallet, pulling out money.
COLE
I'll be back in a minute.
He heads for the door.
RAILLY
No! Don't leave me here like this!
Too late! He shuts the door behind him, leaving her alone.
ANGLE ON THE TV SCREEN, where an ANCHORMAN sits at a News Set.
TV ANCHORMAN
And in Fresno, California...crews
continue to attempt to rescue nine year
old Ricky Neuman.
ANGLE ON RAILLY, twisting and struggling on the bed, trying to
get loose, tears welling in her eyes.
TV ANCHORMAN (cont. o.s.)
The boy was playing ball with four
other children when he literally
disappeared off the face of the earth.
EXT. MOTEL CORRIDOR - MORNING
COLE puzzles over a junk food vending machine, inserts coins tentatively.
INT. MOTEL ROOM
ANGLE ON TV, the picture of RAILLY filling the screen.
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COLE
My notes. Observations. Clues.
RAILLY
Clues? What kind of clues?
COLE
A secret army. The Army of The Twelve
Monkeys. I've told you about them.
They spread the virus. That's why we
have to get to Philadelphia. I have to
find them -- it's my assignment.
RAILLY
What will you do...when you find
this...secret army?
COLE
I just have to locate the virus in its
original form before it mutates. So
scientists can come back and study it
and find a cure. So that those of us
who survived can go back to the surface
of the earth.
RAILLY maintains a professional deadpan, says nothing as they
pass
a pickup truck with a MOTHER, FATHER, and five KIDS in the back.
COLE stares at the KIDS, a sad look in his eyes.
COLE
You won't think I'm crazy next month.
People are going to start dying. At
first the papers will say it's some
weird fever, some virus. Then they'll
begin to catch on. They'll get it.
RADIO NEWSCASTER (o.s.)
We interrupt this program with a
special bulletin...
RAILLY and COLE both react to the radio, suddenly alert.
RADIO NEWSCASTER (o.s.)
This report just in from Fresno,
California. Naval sonar specialists
who were flown to the site...
COLE
I thought it was about us. I thought
maybe they'd found us and arrested me
or something.
RAILLY stares at COLE.
COLE
Just a joke.
RADIO NEWSCASTER (o.s.)
-- an hour ago have been unable to
determine the location of the boy in the
150 foot shaft...but a TV sound man who
lowered an ultra-sensitive microphone into
the narrow tube claims he heard breathing
sounds coming from approximately seventy
feet down...
COLE reaches over and changes stations. MUSIC again.
RAILLY
Does that disturb you, James? Thinking
about that little boy in the well?
COLE
When I was a kid I identified with that
kid, down there alone in that pipe...a
hundred feet down -- doesn't know if
they're going to save him.
RAILLY
What do you mean -- when you were a kid?
COLE
Nevermind. It's not real -- it's a
hoax. A prank. He's hiding in a barn.
Hey, turn left here. Left!
COLE quickly checks the map as RAILLY stares, then turns left.
EXT. SKID ROW STREET/PHILADELPHIA - DAY
An elderly EVANGELIST with long stringy hair, wearing a tattered
bathrobe, stands on a Skid Row corner WAVING a worn Bible as he
rants at disinterested DERELICTS, WINOS, and BAG LADIES.
EVANGELIST
"And the wild beasts of the islands
shall cry in their desolate houses and
dragons in their pleasant palaces: and
her time is near to come, and her days
shall not be prolonged."
ANGLE ON RAILLY'S ACURA, crawling down the street, RAILLY driving,
COLE, beside her, staring out the window.
INT. ACURA/SKID ROW STREET
COLE is scrutinizing the crumbling walls, boarded-up store
fronts, tattered posters, decaying signs, miserable "RESIDENTS".
COLE
Where I come from we think of this as Eden.
If we could just see the sun, eat sun-grown
food. Eden! Look at them! They donut
know what they have. They don't see the
sky. They don't feel the air!
COLE'S POV: a BMW speeds toward them, passes, its radio BLARING!
COLE (o.s.)
And the ones who aren't hungry are so smug
they haven't a clue. WAIT! STOP!
EXT. ACURA/SKID ROW
On foot now, COLE pulls an astonished RAILLY to a wall covered
with
graffiti, a hopeless tangle of symbols, words, and crude pictures.
Clueless, RAILLY stares at the wall, then at COLE.
COLE touches a bit of red-stenciled graffiti hidden under gang
insignias. We can just see TWELVE MONKEYS holding hands in a circle.
COLE
The Twelve Monkeys!!! They're here.
(looks around)
Somewhere. Come on!
He pulls her along the sidewalk. No question, he's insane.
At the next alley entrance, COLE stops abruptly. Then, still
keeping a firm grip on RAILLY'S arm, he starts ripping down newly
tacked-up posters announcing a Rap concert.
RAILLY stares at him, then turns and is looking all around when,
suddenly, COLE pulls her up tight and threatens...
COLE
Look, I'm warning you. You do anything,
I'm going to go crazy -- hurt people!
RAILLY
I'm not going to "do" anything, I
promise. But you need help, James.
None of this is what you think it is.
ANGLE ON COLE, not listening, staring triumphantly! He's found
another partially obscured stencil of THE TWELVE MONKEYS!
But just then, a raspy VOICE startles COLE.
RASPY VOICE (o.s)
You can't hide from them, Bob.
COLE whirls, sees a derelict, LOUIE, leering at him, speaking
in a
voice eerily like the RASPY VOICE from the next cell in the future.
LOUIE
No, sir, Old Bob -- don't even try.
(conspiratorially)
They hear everything. They got that
tracking device on you. They can find
you anywhere. Anytime. Ha Ha!
RAILLY looks from LOUIS to COLE, sees COLE'S stunned reaction.
LOUIE
(touches his back jaw)
In the tooth, Bob! Right?
(sudden triumphant grin)
But I fooled 'em, old buddy!
He opens his mouth wide. NO TEETH'
COLE grabs RAILLY and pulls her into the alley and down it.
COLE
They're keeping an eye on me.
RAILLY
Who's keeping an eye on you?
COLE
The man...with the voice. I recognized
him. He's from the present. He...
COLE breaks off, freezes as he sees...
there on a brick wall is a stencil of the DANCING MONKEYS
And further on, another red stencil!
EXT. VACANT LOT - MOMENTS LATER (DAY)
CRACKHEADS huddle against a building, sucking their pipes,
oblivious to COLE pulling RAILLY past.
COLE scans the walls for messages in the confusion of graffiti.
RAILLY is considering her surroundings dubiously when, suddenly,
COLE pulls her toward the mouth of a dark and forbidding alley.
RAILLY
James, no -- we shouldn't be here!
COLE ignores her, yanking her after him into the alley.
INT. DARK ALLEY - DAY
Two TOM CATS face off, arching their backs and HISSING menacingly.
COLE avoids them as he pulls RAILLY into the gloom.
ANGLE ON RAILLY, seeing something alarming twenty yards ahead!
RAILLY'S POV: TWO THUGS, standing over a MAN, kicking him.
RAILLY tries to stop, but COLE, intent on the wall messages,
doesn't notice the THUGS.
The TWO THUGS turn and spot COLE and RAILLY moving toward them.
These creeps have mean eyes, predator faces.
RAILLY digs her heels in, forcing COLE to stop.
RAILLY
James! We have to go back. Those men...
Too late. While COLE turns and stares at her, uncomprehending,
the TWO THUGS are approaching.
FIRST THUG
Hey, buddy.
Startled, COLE turns to face them.
The SECOND THUG lunges for RAILLY'S purse, yanks it from her.
COLE reaches to grab it back, but...WHACK! The FIRST THUG smacks
COLE hard across the face with something metallic.
Bloody-faced, dazed, COLE doesn't even have a chance to clear
his
head as the FIRST THUG shoves the hard object against COLE'S
cheek. It's a cheap thirty-eight pistol.
RAILLY turns to run, gets two steps before the SECOND THUG knocks
her roughly to the ground.
SECOND THUG
Stick around, bitch.
Looming over her, the SECOND THUG starts to unzip his fly.
RAILLY looks over to COLE, SEES...
COLE dropping to his knees, groveling at the FIRST THUG'S feet.
COLE
Please! Please don't hurt me!
The FIRST THUG steps close, kicks COLE contemptuously, cocks his
foot for a second kick when...
COLE uncoils, lunging, rising, his strong arms around the bigger
man's calves, lifting him mightily, high off the ground.
The gun FIRES wildly as COLE staggers forward with the FIRST THUG
in his arms and smashes the man into the brick wail behind him.
The FIRST THUG goes down in a heap, dropping the pistol.
Zipping his fly hastily, the SECOND THUG turns to deal with COLE
but COLE attacks him....rocking him again and again with savage
blows that come one after another with lightning speed. The SECOND
THUG staggers back, bloody and dazed as RAILLY watches, amazed.
Turning back to the FIRST THUG, COLE sees the MAN reaching for
the dropped pistol.
COLE kicks him viciously in the jaw. The FIRST THUG'S head whips
back. SNAP! He collapses against the brick wall.
COLE turns back to see the SECOND THUG retreating down the alley
as fast as he can stagger.
RAILLY stares up at COLE. He looks very dangerous. He glances
in her direction as he pockets the pistol.
COLE
Are you hurt?
RAILLY
Uh, no. Yes. I mean, just some scrapes...
As RAILLY gets to her feet, she sees COLE bend over the
motionless THUG and quickly go through his pockets.
RAILLY
Is he...alive?
COLE ignores the question as he pockets the man's wallet and a
handful of bullets, then turns and snaps at RAILLY.
COLE
Come an. We're running out of time.
You can't help him.
As COLE yanks her roughly away, she looks back, sees the FIRST
THUG'S sightless eyes, wide open...staring blankly.
RAILLY
Oh, Jesus, James! You killed him!
COLE
I did him a favor. Now come on.
COLE, pulling her again, sees more "12 MONKEYS" on the
wall.
RAILLY
You didn't have a gun before, did you?
COLE
I've got one now.
EXT. SECOND AVE - DAY
The EVANGELIST, spotting COLE and RAILLY hurrying past him,
points urgently at COLE.
EVANGELIST
You! You! You're one of us, aren't you?
But COLE has stopped and is staring at...
A STOREFRONT OFFICE...its windows covered with posters. The sign
over the office says, FREEDOM FOR ANIMALS ASSOCIATION.
INT. FAA STORE - MOMENTS LATER (DAY)
Earnest young activists, FALE, deathly pale, BEN, long haired,
and TEDDY, muscular, are gathered around a counter collating
leaflets that demand an END TO SPECIEISM. Behind them, a large
poster proclaims, "ANIMALS HAVE SOULS, TOO". Just then,
there's
a tremendous CLAP OF THUNDER as the ACTIVISTS look up and see
COLE and RAILLY enter.
COLE looks startled. It sounds like torrential RAIN POURING in
here. Maintaining a tight grip on RAILLY'S wrist, he looks
around frantically for an explanation for the tropical downpour.
Bookshelves line two walls. The front window is blanked cut with
posters of Animal Rights demonstrations, newspaper clippings,
photos of animal atrocities. The fourth wall features the
counter where the three ACTIVISTS face COLE as a JUNGLE BIRD
SCREAMS in the DOWNPOUR.
FALE
Uh, can we help you?
COLE looks confused as the RAIN abates and an ELEPHANT trumpets
an urgent warning.
FALE
Excuse me. You looking for something
in particular?
RAILLY
It's all right, James -- it's just a tape.
COLE'S eyes follow her look. It's a tape recorder underneath a
sign advertising, "THE TRUE MUSIC OF THE WORLD".
COLE
I, uh, I'm looking for the, ah, the
Army of the Twelve Monkeys.
FALE glances at BEN and TEDDY. "We have a problem!"
the look says.
MONKEYS start CHATTERING on the tape as TEDDY comes around the
counter, bigger than COLE, physically imposing, menacing.
TEDDY
We don't know anything about any "Army
of the Twelve Monkeys", so why don't
you and your friend disappear, okay?
COLE backs away, a firm grip on RAILLY, as a LION ROARS.
COLE
I just need some information...
TEDDY
Didn't you hear me? We're not...
TEDDY breaks off mid-sentence...freezes.
COLE is pointing a pistol at them. A TIGER SNARLS.
RAILLY
James, no -- don't hurt them.
(to the activists)
Please, I'm a psychiatrist -- just do
whatever he tells you to do. He's...
upset -- disturbed. Please -- he's
dangerous -- just cooperate.
MONKEYS CHATTER wildly as TEDDY backs up.
FALE
What do you want -- money? We only
have a few bucks.
COLE is suddenly very much in charge and self-confident again.
A
BABOON HOWLS with laughter.
COLE
I told you what I want.
(snaps at Railly)
Lock the door!
RAILLY
James, why don't we...?
COLE
Lock it now!
RAILLY hurries to the door to lock it as BEN says to FALE,
BEN
I told you that fuckhead Mason would
get us into something like this.
FALE
Shut up!
COLE
Mason???
RAILLY
Jeffrey Mason?
BEN
Yeah, tucking, crazy Jeffrey Mason.
INT. FAA STORE BASEMENT - TWENTY MINUTES LATER (DAY)
The three ACTIVISTS are tied tightly together in the middle of
the floor in this dimly-lit, windowless basement. They're very
frightened, eager to cooperate.
FALE
Then, Jeffrey becomes like this...big
star -- the media latch on to him
because he's picketing his own father,
a "famous Nobel Prize winning virologist".
You musta seen all that on TV.
COLE
No, I don't watch TV.
COLE, the gun next to him, rummages through boxes of papers while
RAILLY watches helplessly. Suddenly, COLE finds something he
thinks he's seen before. He holds it up.
COLE
Is this him -- Dr. Mason?
It's a photograph of DR. MALCOLM MASON, being escorted by a
phalanx of riot cops through a mob of raging activists.
FALE
That's him.
BEN
(very frightened)
What are you going to do with us?
COLE
(stares at the photo, then)
Tell me more about Jeffrey.
FALE
(a helpless shrug to his cohorts)
Jeffrey started getting bored with the
shit we do...picketing, leafleting,
letter-writing stuff. He said we were,
"ineffectual liberal jerkoffs". He
wanted to do guerrilla "actions" to
"educate" the public.
COLE holds up a clipping showing horrified SENATORS standing on
their desks as RATTLESNAKES slither along the Senate Floor.
FALE
Yeah, that's when he let a hundred
snakes loose in the Senate.
TEDDY
But we weren't into that kind of stuff.
It's counter productive, we told him.
FALE
So he and eleven others split off and
became this underground..."army"
COLE
The Army of The Twelve Monkeys.
BEN
They started planning a "Human Hunt".
TEDDY
They bought stun guns and nets and bear
traps. They were gonna go to Wall
Street and trap lawyers and bankers...
BEN
But they didn't do it. They didn't do
any of it.
TEDDY
Yeah, just like always, Mr. Big Shot
sold his friends out!
COLE
What's that mean?
FALE
He goes on TV, gives a news conference,
tells the whole world he just realized
his daddy's experiments are vital for
humanity and that the use of animals is
absolutely necessary and that he, Jeffrey
Mason, from now on, is going to personally
supervise the labs to make sure all the
little animals aren't going to suffer.
COLE
(holding up a rolodex)
What's this?
EXT. FREEWAY - AFTERNOON
In the crawling traffic, WE FIND a battered FORD covered with
bumper stickers and painted slogans. "I BRAKE FOR ANIMALS"...
"FREE THE ANIMALS"..."WOULD YOU LET A MINK WEAR YOUR
SKIN?"
RAILLY (v.o.)
You can't just barge in on a famous
scientist. They'll have security guards,
gates, alarm systems. It's insane, James.
INT. MOVING FORD/FREEWAY
A ROLODEX CARD with an address on "Outerbridge Road"
for "Jeffrey
Mason c/o Dr. Malcolm Mason" rests on a map spread across COLE'S
lap. COLE is in the passenger seat, RAILLY'S at the wheel,
maneuvering in heavy traffic.
RAILLY
If those young men don't get loose,
they could die in that basement.
COLE glances out the window, indicates the PEOPLE in passing
cars...COMMUTERS, FAMILIES, TRUCKERS.
COLE
All I see are dead people. Everywhere.
What's three more?
RAILLY
(a beat, carefully, a new tack)
You know Dr. Mason's son, Jeffrey
Mason, don't you, James? You met him
in the County Hospital six years ago.
COLE is studying the map again.
COLE
The guy was a total fruitcake.
RAILLY
And he told you then his father was a
famous virologist.
COLE is absorbed in the map, his finger tracing "Outerbridge
Road".
COLE
No -- he said his father was "God"!
EXT./INT. FORD/COUNTRY HIGHWAY - LATER (DAY)
The RADIO BLARES a country song as the Ford zips along an open
highway. COLE has his head out the window, sucking air, loving
the music, but his bliss is feverish now -- he's not well. As
the SONG ends, he pulls his head inside. An ANNOUNCER'S VOICE
intones over the RADIO...
RADIO ANNOUNCER (o.s.)
This just in: police are widening
their search for Dr. Kathryn Railly,
prominent psychiatrist and author.
Authorities confirm that Dr. Railly has
been abducted by escaped mental patient,
James Cole. The two are believed to be
traveling in Railly's 1992 black Acura,
license plate H-E-A-D-D-R.
RAILLY glances at him, sees he's in pain. She feels so badly for
him. She wants to help him. She says, tenderly...
RAILLY
This can't go on, James. You're not
well. You're burning with fever.
COLE, refusing to succumb, instead, leans over to check the gas
gauge.
COLE
We need gas.
RAILLY
I thought you didn't know how to drive.
COLE
I said I was too young to drive. I
didn't say I was stupid.
RAILLY
What's the matter with your leg?
COLE
I got shot. Look -- there's a gas
station up ahead.
RAILLY
Shot! Who shot you?
COLE
It was some kind of...war. Never mind,
you wouldn't believe me. Turn off here.
INT. PARKED FORD/GAS STATION - MINUTES LATER (AFTERNOON)
The GAS STATION ATTENDANT checks the oil while COLE and RAILLY
remain in the car. She's pulling a gas card from her wallet.
COLE
You were going to run out off gas on
purpose, weren't you?
RAILLY
No. I want you to turn yourself in, James --
It'll go much better for you if you do
-- but I'm not going to trick you.
COLE
(sees the credit card)
That has your name on it. Give him cash.
RAILLY puts the card back into her wallet and pulls out cash as
the GAS STATION ATTENDANT slams the hood down.
RAILLY starts opening the door. Alarmed, COLE tries to stop her.
COLE
Where are you going?
She looks him in the eye, then indicates the tiny Convenience
Store appended to the Gas Station.
RAILLY
You can come with me. I have to get
some things. Scissors, bandages, some
alcohol or whiskey. ... I have to look
at your leg, James. I'm a doctor.
COLE looks helpless, hesitant. She's in charge...for the moment.
EXT. CLEARING/WOODS - AN HOUR LATER (AFTERNOON)
The sun dazzles through the canopy of leaves. We HEAR the CAR
RADIO but not the engine.
RADIO ANNOUNCER (v.o.)
Meanwhile in Fresno, where mining
engineers continue their desperate
attempt to sink a shaft parallel to the
ant in which nine year old...
COLE, in his underwear, leans back on a large rock beside the
Ford, his pants hanging on the car's open door. He's staring up
at the sun and the sky. RAILLY finishes bandaging his thigh.
RAILLY
You shouldn't put your weight on it.
You need stitches and antibiotics.
Lucky for you it was near the surface.
RAILLY wraps the bullet in some gauze and sticks it in her pocket
while COLE continues staring up at the sky.
COLE
I love seeing the sun.
A beat. COLE tries to stand up.
RAILLY
Wait -- let me help you.
RAILLY puts an arm around him and helps him to his feet. A beat.
They're very close. They don't move. RAILLY looks like she can
barely breathe.
COLE
(leans closer, shuts his eyes)
You smell so good.
RAILLY
(trying to concentrate)
You have to give yourself up, you know.
A beat. The spell is broken. He reaches for his pants, then
turns back to her, suddenly grim.
COLE
I have to do something now. Something
I don't want to do. I'm so sorry.
RAILLY reacts, sudden fear in her eyes. He looms over her. He's
cold now, steeled.
COLE
I have a mission. It's important.
RAILLY steps back...horrified, realizing she's going to die.
EXT. MASON MANSION - NIGHT
A SECRET SERVICE AGENT ambles vigilantly among the rows of luxury
cars parked beside the brightly-lit rural mansion. Encountering
another AGENT, he pauses.
FIRST AGENT
They find him?
SECOND AGENT
Who??
FIRST AGENT
That kid. The one in the pipe.
SECOND AGENT
You believe this? They're dropping a monkey
down there with a miniature infra-red camera
strapped on him and a roast beef sandwich
wrapped in tinfoil.
FIRST AGENT
You're making that up!
ANGLE UNDER A PARKED MERCEDES, where COLE is hiding, listening
to
the receding VOICES of the AGENTS.
SECOND AGENT (o.s.)
I shit you not. ... Man, life is weird!
A monkey and a sandwich. Wonder who
thought that one up.
FIRST AGENT (o.s.)
Probly give the sonafabitch a Nobel
Prize!
Quickly, COLE rolls to the next car and under it. He doesn't
see...the pistol fell out of his pocket, under the Mercedes.
INT. MASON MANSION/DINING ROOM - NIGHT
A formal dinner for forty. Desert has been served. DR. MALCOLM
MASON rises to the enthusiastic applause of the GUESTS.
DR. MASON
Would that I could enjoy this opulent
dinner and this excellent and
stimulating company for itself, with no
sense of purpose. But alas, I am
"burdened" with the sense that with all
this excess of public attention and
this cacophony of praise, there comes
great responsibility. Indeed, I
practically feel a soapbox growing
under my feet whenever I stand for more
than a few seconds.
While GUESTS laugh at DR. MASON'S last remark, SECRET SERVICE
AGENT #3 enters the room, scowling, looking for someone.
DR. MASON (o.s.)
The dangers of science are a time worn
threat, from Prometheus stealing fire
from the Gods to the Cold War era of
the Dr. Strangelove Terror.
AGENT #3 spots who he's looking for. JEFFREY MASON!
DR. MASON (cont.)
But never before, not even at Los Alamos
when the scientists made bets on whether
their first atomic bomb test would wipe out
New Mexico, has science given us so much
reason to fear the power we have at hand.
ANGLE ON JEFFREY, as AGENT #3 whispers in his ear.
JEFFREY
What are you talking about? What
friend? I'm not expecting anyone.
ANGLE ON DR. MASON, reacting with irritation to the disturbance.
DR. MASON
Current genetic engineering as well as
my own work with viruses has presented
us with powers as terrifying as any...
ANGLE ON JEFFREY, following the AGENT out of the dining room,
grumbling loudly enough to disturb his father's audience.
JEFFREY
This is ridiculous. My father is
making a major address.
INT. HALLWAY/MASON MANSION
The conversation continues as JEFFREY and AGENT #3 enter the hall.
AGENT #3
Normally if we caught a guy sneaking
around like this with no I.D., we'd
bust his ass, excuse the French, but
this one said he knows you...
(smirk, smirk)
-- and, since you seem to have had
some...uh...unusual...uh..."associates",
we certainly didn't want to arrest one
of your, uh, closest...pals.
INT. LIBRARY/MASON MANSION
COLE, smudged with dirt and car grease, sitting in the shadows
in
a wingback chair, looks up as JEFFREY and AGENT #3 enter the
room. A FOURTH AGENT looms beside the wingback chair.
JEFFREY
(dismissing Cole casually)
Never saw him before in my life. Go
ahead and shoot him or torture him or
whatever it is you do.
COLE
(rising)
You do know me. You helped me once.
JEFFREY
(turning to leave)
That would be totally out of character.
Helping people is against my principles.
(to the Agents)
See, he definitely doesn't know me. Now,
I'm going to go back and listen to my
father's very eloquent discourse on the
perils of science WHILE YOU TORTURE THIS
INTRUDER TO DEATH.
COLE
I'm here about some monkeys.
Halfway out the door, JEFFREY freezes. A beat.
JEFFREY
Excuse me -- what did you say?
COLE
Monkeys. Twelve of them.
JEFFREY frowns, turns, considers COLE. Then, suddenly, JEFFREY
rushes to COLE and embraces him.
JEFFREY
Arnold...Arnold.
COLE is astonished. The AGENTS are, too.
JEFFREY
(stepping back)
My God, Arnie, what's happened to you?
You look like shit
AGENT #3
(dubious)
You know this man?
JEFFREY
Of course I know him. What do you
think -- I act like this to strangers?
Listen -- you fellas are terrific. I
thought you were pulling a number on
me. What a terrible thing if you'd
thrown old Arnie out. I owe you guys
the big apologia! Mea culpa, fellas.
(turning to Cole)
Christ, Arnie, it's black tie! I mean,
I said, "drop by," but, like, this is
Dad's big "do"...vips, senators, secret
service, and...and everything.
JEFFREY throws an arm around COLE'S shoulder and starts leading
him toward the door as the two AGENTS exchange narrow-eyed looks.
AGENT #4
"Arnie?"
JEFFREY
Arnold Pettibone. Old Arnie Pettibone.
Used to be my best friend. Still is.
What've you lost, Arnie -- forty pounds?
No wonder I didn't know you. You hungry?
Lots of dead cow, dead lamb, dead pig.
Real killer feast we're putting on tonight.
The AGENTS watch JEFFREY lead the limping, disheveled COLE out.
AGENT #4
These people -- all of 'em -- are true
weirdoes!
AGENT #3
(moving to the phone)
I'm gonna call in a description of this
"Pettibone" character. You go keep an
eye on him. Make sure he doesn't do
one of the guests with a fork.
INT. HALLWAY/MASON MANSION
GUESTS pouring from the dining room into the hall meet JEFFREY
and a very disconcerted COLE.
JEFFREY
Hey, nice ta see ya. Lookin' good! Hi,
there. Yes, it has been a long time.
In the b.g., too far away to hear them, AGENT #4 trails JEFFREY
and
COLE as they maneuver through the GUESTS toward the grand staircase.
JEFFREY
(whispers to Cole)
County Hospital, right? 1989. The
"Immaculate Escape" -- am I right?
(smiling to guests)
Why, thank you -- you look wonderful, too.
COLE
Listen to me -- I can't do anything
about what you're going to do. I can't
change anything. I can't stop you. I
just want some information...
JEFFREY
We need to talk. Come on. Upstairs.
(to a guest)
I am a new person! I'm completely
adjusted. Witness the tux. It's Armani.
(whispers to Cole)
Who chattered? Goines? Weller?
COLE
I just need to have access to the pure
virus, that's all! For the future!
JEFFREY studies COLE. COLE doesn't just talk crazy. He looks crazy!
JEFFREY
Come on, follow me. You don't lock so good.
JEFFREY starts guiding COLE up the grand staircase as COLE, glancing
back, spots AGENT #3 and AGENT #4, both keeping an eye on him now.
COLE
I don't have time to go upstairs. The
police are looking for me. I need to
know where it is and exactly what it is.
JEFFREY
(brightening suddenly)
I get it! This is your old plan, right?
COLE
Plan? What are you talking about?
JEFFREY
Remember? We were in the dayroom,
watching TV, and you were all upset
about the...desecration of the planet.
And you said to me, "Wouldn't it be
great if there was a germ or a virus
that could wipe out mankind and leave
the plants and animals just as they
are?" You do remember that, don't you?
COLE
Bulishit! You're fucking with my head!
JEFFREY
And that's when I told you my father was
this famous virologist and you said, "Hey,
he could make a germ and we could steal it!"
COLE
(grabbing Jeffrey)
Listen, you dumb fuck! The thing mutates
We live underground! The world belongs
to the fucking dogs and cats. We're
like moles or worms. All we want to do
is study the original...
AGENT #4'S VOICE
Okay -- take it easy. We know who you
are, Mr. Cole.
COLE feels a firm grip on his shoulder, turns and sees AGERT #4
AGENT #4
Let's go somewhere and talk this thing
over. Okay? Just come with me...
JEFFREY
You're right! Absolutely right. Me's
a nut case, totally deranged. Delusional!
Paranoid. HIS PROCESSOR'S ALL FUCKED
UP, HIS INFORMATION TRAY IS JAMMED.
AGENT #4 is wishing JEFFREY would chill out even as the THIRD
AGENT is climbing up the staircase to help.
COLE is like a trapped animal. He's being led down the staircase
now with JEFFREY, right on his heels, yelling so EVERYONE can hear.
JEFFREY
YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS, THE "ARMY OF THE
TWELVE MONKEYS"? IT'S A COLLECTION OF
NATURE KOOKS WHO RUN A STORE DOWNTOWN.
SPACE-CASE DO-GOODERS SAVING RAIN
FORESTS. I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH
THOSE BOZOS ANYMORE. I QUIT BEING THE
RICH KID FALL GUY FOR A BUNCH OF
INEFFECTUAL BANANAS. SO MUCH FOR YOUR
GRAND PLOT!
COLE stares back at JEFFREY as both AGENTS hustle COLE down the
stairs. It sounds true! JEFFREY'S so confident.
AGENT #3
Take it easy, Mr. Mason, we've got him.
Everything's...
JEFFREY
MY FATHER HAS BEEN WARNING PEOPLE ABOUT
THE DANGERS OF EXPERIMENTATION WITH
VIRUSES AND DNA FOR YEARS. YOU'VE
"PROCESSED" THAT INFORMATION THROUGH
YOUR ADDLED PARANOID INFRA-STRUCTURE AND
LO AND BEHOLD, I'M FRANKENSTEIN AND THE
"ARMY OF THE TWELVE MONKEYS" BECOMES
SOME SORT OF SINISTER REVOLUTIONARY
CABAL. THIS MAN IS TOTALLY BATSHIT! YOU
KNOW WHERE HE THINKS HE COMES FROM???
Suddenly, COLE, catching the AGENTS by surprise, wrenches free,
shoves them aside, and stumbles down the rest of the staircase.
INT. FOYER/MASON MANSION
COLE heads for the front door, but there's an AGENT there! COLE
turns and limps madly toward the dining room, pushing his way
through the crowd of amazed GUESTS.
INT. DINING ROOM/MASON MANSION
SERVANTS, clearing the table, look up astonished as two AGENTS
burst into the room.
AGENT #4
Did a man just come through here...limping?
INT. KITCHEN/MASON MANSION
COOKS stare, amazed, as two OTHER AGENTS burst into the kitchen
and look about urgently.
INT. DEN/MASON MANSION
A large projection TV is on and a knot of GUESTS is gathered in
front of it...watching the spooky VIDEO IMAGES.
TV REPORTER (v.o.)
These pictures we are seeing are coming
to us live from deep inside the pipe.
You can just make out the metal wall
behind those roots and I guess those
must be spider webs.
MRS. McCANN, a guest, watching the TV, expresses concern...
MRS. McCANN
Well, if you ask me, I think that monkey
is going to eat the sandwich himself.
Just then, two AGENTS burst into the den.
The GUESTS turn from the TV, startled, stare open-mouthed, but
the AGENTS have spotted an open window and are hurrying to it.
AGENTS POV OUT THE WINDOW: the rows of expensive parked CARS.
ON THE TV SCREEN, RAILLY'S photograph appears.
TV ANCHOR (v.o.)
This just in: Police say that the body of
a woman found strangled in the Knutson state
Park could be kidnap victim, Dr. Kathryn Railly.
As the AGENTS run out of the room, a photo of RAILLY'S abandoned
Acura comes up on the TV screen.
TV ANCHOR (v.o.)
Earlier in the day, police located
Railly's abandoned car not far from a
building where three animal rights
activists were found bound and gagged...
EXT. MASON MANSION - MINUTES LATER (NIGHT)
Pistols drawn, AGENTS move cautiously among the rows of parked
luxury cars, checking inside and under the vehicles.
AN AGENT'S VOICE (o.s.)
COME ON OUT, MR COLE -- WE'RE NOT GOING
TO HURT YOU.
INT. PARKED GREEN JAGUAR
COLE, scrunched down on the floor next to the driver's seat,
spots the key dangling from the ignition, then lifts his head
slightly to study the shift mechanism, trying to figure it out.
EXT. PARKED CARS/MASON MANSION
AGENTS continue to move cautiously among the parked cars.
INT. PARKED GREEN JAGUAR
COLE eases himself into the driver's seat, tentatively slides
the
shift into "Drive", then turns the key. Nothing happens.
Panic. COLE studies the shift again.
EXT. PARKED CARS/MANSION
AGENT #5 approaches the row where the Jaguar is parked.
INT. PARKED GREEN JAGUAR
COLE slides the shift from D (Drive) to N (Neutral). He twists
the key again. The engine ROARS...SEVEN THOUSAND RPM!
EXT. LAWN/MANSION
AGENT #5 whirls at the sound.
SMASH. The JAGUAR clips the Mercedes parked in front of it and
accelerates right at him!
AGENT #5 dives aside just as the speeding JAGUAR whizzes past
him, slams into a parked Cadillac, bounces off, grinds between
two other parked vehicles with a fierce scream of tearing metal.
INT. MOVING JAGUAR
Caught between two cars, COLE can only lean on the gas pedal.
The JAGUAR comes free with a great SCCCREEEEECH...
COLE sees the driveway ahead in the moonlight. Steering madly,
he plows through shrubs and gardens heading for the driveway.
EXT. MASON MANSION - NIGHT
Lights off, veering wildly, the JAGUAR reaches the driveway.
AGENTS are leaping into cars and a HELICOPTER is coming to life,
its rotors whipping around.
INT. SPEEDING JAGUAR/OUTERHRIDGE ?OAD - NIGHT
COLE turns onto the road, careening crazily from one side to the
other, unable to see ahead with no headlights.
COLE
LIGHTS! LIGHTS!
He starts hitting switches. The wipers come on, the RADIO BLARES.
RADIO REPORTER'S VOICE/RADIO (o.s.)
---when they pulled the monkey out, it
was still clutching the tinfoil wrapped
sandwich.
Rounding a bend, an ONCOMING CAR heads straight at COLE.
COLE yanks the wheel as the OTHER CAR, horn BLARING, just misses
him.
Recovering, COLE loses the road, speeds crazily along the shoulder.
INT. FLYING HELICOPTER - NIGHT
The PILOT, an agent, steers the chopper while the CO-PILOT pans
a
spotlight over the two lane road beneath them.
Just then, the PILOT sees headlights below.
PILOT
There! He's showing lights.
INT. SPEEDING JAGUAR - NIGHT
COLE can see the road now in his headlights as the windshield
wipers scrape frantically and the RADIO BLARES...
RADIO REPORTER'S VOICE/RADIO (o.s.)
We don't know what to think. They
didn't locate him and they don't know
how much longer he can last, that's
assuming the boy is still alive.
A spotlight hits the car and COLE hears the sound of the
HELICOPTER as it lowers over him!
EXT. OUTERBRIDGE ROAD
The HELICOPTER maneuvers over the speeding JAGUAR.
INT. SPEEDING JAGUAR
COLE can see the underbelly of the HELICOPTER a few feet above
his front windshield.
Desperate, he yanks the wheel hard, veering off the road.
COLE'S POV THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD: dense woods ahead.
EXT. HELICOPTER/WOODS
The chopper pulls up sharply, avoiding the trees, then levels
out.
INT. HELICOPTER
The PILOT skims the top of the trees while the CO-PILOT rakes
the
forest below with his spotlight.
PILOT
Goddamnit! Where is he?
The CO-PILOT gets a brief glimpse of headlights through the leaves.
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