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and lifts off...rising higher and higher into the brightening sky. |
Below, on the street, COLE trudges along, passing deserted |
buildings, windows broken, rusted signs dangling. |
INT. DEPARTMENT STORE - NIGHT (FIRST LIGHT) |
COLE'S light reveals a spider web just inside the store. A large |
SPIDER tries to hide from the light. |
COLE reaches carefully into the web and plucks the spider and |
puts it into one of his specimen tubes. |
Then, he shines his light all around the once elegant store. |
There's |
nothing but aisle after aisle of moldering consumer goods. |
EXT. DEPARTMENT STORE - DAWN |
As COLE comes out of the store, the first rays of the sun hit the |
building. COLE stops, squints into the light through his visor. |
COLE'S POV: spray-painted on the wall a long time ago is a |
stenciled |
logo of twelve monkeys holding hands in a circle. Over it is |
written, "WE DID IT!" |
COLE looks up. |
COLE'S POV: high up on a building across the street, a LION |
patrols a ledge, pauses, looks out majestically over his world. |
TTTLES END |
INT. FIRST UNDERGROUND DECONTAMINATION CHAMBER - ETERNAL NIGHT |
ROARING WATER, powerful torrents gushing from nozzles in the |
wall, pummel the still-suited COLE. |
INT. SECOND UNDERGROUND DECONTAMINATION CHAMBER - ETERNAL NIGHT |
Stark naked and shivering, COLE is being scrubbed with brushes on |
long poles (like the ones used to wash cars) wielded by two |
HULKING |
FIGURES in bulky decontamination suits, their personas lost in |
their |
windowed masks. It's a grim scene in a grim cement room with |
damp, |
dripping walls. From an unseen source comes an AMPLIFIED VOICE, |
AMPLIFIED VOICE (o.s.) |
Raise your arms above your head. |
COLE lifts his arms and the FIGURES start scrubbing his armpits. |
INT. TINY CHAMBER - SHORTLY (ETERNAL NIGHT) |
Still naked, COLE is seated on a stool while a MASKED TECHNICIAN |
in a less elaborate, less bulky decontamination outfit draws |
blood from COLE'S arm with an old-fashioned hypodermic needle. |
COLE glances toward a single, nearly opaque "window" of thick |
plastic in the rusty iron wall. VAGUE FIGURES seem to lurk |
behind the translucent aperture, studying him. |
The TECHNICIAN slips the blood sample through a slot in the wall. |
INT. ENGINEERING OFFICE/FUTURE WORLD - ETERNAL NIGHT |
Ushered in by two guards, TINY and SCARFACE, COLE looks around. |
COLE'S POV: wails hidden by old headlines, articles, maps, |
charts... |
a blackboard covered with elaborate, sophisticated |
formulae...surfaces |
heaped with cracked monitors, gerry-rigged computers held together |
with |
string, lasers lost in tangles of cable, ancient tube amplifiers, |
a |
dilapidated cardboard reconstruction of a city, stacks of |
moldering |
books and tattered computer printouts...and, seated at a long |
conference |
table, staring at COLE, six SCIENTISTS: an ASTROPHYSICIST, |
ENGINEER, |
BOTANIST, MICROBIOLOGIST, ZOOLOGIST, and a GEOLOGIST. They |
represent |
a "modern" science where brilliant new ideas interface with crude, |
outdated, patched-together technologies. |
TINY |
James Cole. Cleared from quarantine. |
MICROBIOLOGIST |
Thank you. You two wait outside. |
SCARFACE |
He's got a history, Doctor. Violence. |
COLE'S eyes return to the walls. |