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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.