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Headlines: "CLOCK TICKING! NO CURE YET!" |
SCARFACE |
Anti-social six -- doing 25 to life. |
ENGINEER |
I don't think he's going to hurt us. You're |
not going to hurt us, are you Mr. Cole? |
COLE'S head turns quickly to the ENGINEER. |
COLE |
No, sir. |
The GUARDS exchange a look, shrug, exit, closing the door. |
MICROBIOLOGIST |
Why don't you sit down, Mr. Cole. |
COLE goes to the empty chair at the conference table, sits down. |
ASTROPHYSICIST |
We want you to tell us about last |
night. |
COLE |
I went to the surface and I collected |
specimens like I was told. |
The SCIENTISTS don't say anything. They just study him carefully. |
COLE |
(worried) |
I mashed the spider, didn't I? |
MICROBIOLOGIST |
We'll get to the spider later, Mr. |
Cole. Right now, we want to know |
everything that you saw. |
INT. ENGINEERING OFFICE - AN HOUR LATER (ETERNAL NIGHT) |
COLE, starting to look very tired now, stands at the blackboard |
sketching a detailed map of exactly where he was last night. |
ASTPOPHYSICIST |
Where you collected sample #4, what |
street was that? |
COLE |
Uh... |
BOTANIST |
It's important to observe everything. |
COLE |
I think it was...I'm sure it was 2nd Street. |
As the SCIENTISTS start to whisper animatedly among themselves, |
COLE'S eyes drift across the newspaper clippings taped to the |
wall. One headline screams, "VIRUS MUTATING!" Another features |
a photo of an OLD MAN (DR. MASON, who we'll see again later on) |
and the words, SCIENTIST SAYS, "IT'S TOO LATE FOR CURE". |
ASTROPHYSICIST'S VOICE (o.s.) |
Close your eyes, Cole. |
Startled, COLE closes his eyes obediently. |
BLACKNESS. Like COLE, WE SEE NOTHING. But we HEAR their VOICES. |
ENGINEER'S VOICE (o.s.) |
Tell us in detail what you've seen in |
this room. |
COLE'S VOICE (o.s.) |
Uh, in this room? Uh... |
MICROBIOLOGIST'S VOICE (o.s.) |
How many of us are there? |
COLE'S VOICE (o.s.) |
Six...seven, if you count me. |
ASTROPHYSICIST'S VOICE (o.s.) |
Tell us about the pictures on the wall... |
COLE'S VOICE (o.s.) |
Uh, you mean the newspapers? |
A MONTAGE OF OVERLAPPING VOICES (o.s.) |
Tell us about the newspapers. Can you |
hear my voice? What do I look like? |
What does he look like, the man who |
just spoke? How old were you when you |
left the surface? |
The VOICES blur into a cacophony and FADE INTO the droning P.A. |
SYSTEM at the airport. |