unbreakable
october.eighth.ninety-nine
written by
m.night.shyamalan
INT. CLOTHING STORE - AFTERNOON
Women's casual wear department. J.C. Penny.
Legend "1961"
An African-American man carrying two J.C. Penny shopping bags is ushered past the
department store managers and security guards on walkies that have gathered at
the entrance to the woman's dressing rooms.
CUT TO:
INT. DRESSING ROOM - AFTERNOON
A bed has been formed by a chair and three benches.
A STRIKING AFRICAN-AMERICAN WOMAN in her twenties lays across it. Her face and
clothes are covered in sweat. Her skirt is stained.
She holds something wrapped in a soft sweatshirt on her chest. We can't see it,
but WE HEAR THE BABY CRYING.
She's just given birth.
There are three frazzled saleswomen in the dressing room with her. They watch her
with quiet smiles.
A fourth SALESWOMAN arrives ushering in the man with the shopping bags.
SALESWOMAN
This is Mr. Mathison. He's
a doctor.
DR. MATHISON looks over the scene and then directly at the striking woman.
DR. MATHISON
You okay?
The woman nods, "Yes." Sweat trickles down her face. THE BABY'S PIERCING CRIES
ECHO IN THE SMALL ROOM.
SALESWOMAN
An ambulance is on the way.
Dr. Mathison puts down his shopping bags and moves to her. He kneels down and
gestures for the bundle of sweatshirts in her arms.
DR. MATHISON
Is there a name yet?
Beat. The woman smiles for the first time.
WOMAN
Elijah.
She hands him the wrapped child. We can't see the baby, but THE PIERCING CRIES
SEEM TO GET LOUDER.
WOMAN
Is he supposed to be crying
like that?
The doctor lowers the baby to his lap and unwraps him.
The woman can't see her baby anymore. She watches Dr. Mathison as he looks down
and examines her child. Beat. Dr. Mathison doesn't look up for the longest time.
WOMAN
Can I have him back?
THE BABY'S CRYING IS RELENTLESS. UNNERVING. Beat.
The doctor finally glances up. He looks shaken. He makes eye contact with the
woman for only a second. It's enough. A chill goes through her body.
He looks to the three saleswomen who were in the room.
DR. MATHISON
What happened during the
delivery?
His hard stare unsettles the women. The OLDER SALESWOMAN speaks up.
OLDER SALESWOMAN
Nothing. It was very quick.
The baby just wanted to come
right out. There was no
problems.
DR. MATHISON
Did you drop him?
Everyone becomes very still. The mother looks like she stopped breathing. THE
BABY'S SCREAMING ENGULFS THE ROOM.
DR. MATHISON
Did you drop this baby?
Beat.
OLDER SALESWOMAN
Jesus Christ, no.
The BABY SCREAMS.
The doctor whispers something to himself, we can't hear. He looks up to the
saleswoman who brought him in.
DR. MATHISON
Please inform the ambulance
we have a situation...
Dr. Mathison turns back to the mother. Beat.
DR. MATHISON
I've never seen this... It
appears your infant
sustained some fractures
while in your uterus.
(beat)
His arms and legs are
broken.
FADE TO BLACK:
EXT. TRAIN STATION NEW JERSEY - DAY
LEGEND "PRESENT DAY"
A fountain of humanity bubbles up from the escalators to the train platform.
Businessmen take their last desperate drags of their cigarettes... Women
traveling with children herd their luggage and offspring into tight shapes as
they move... College students with backpacks look around dazed at the various
track numbers.
ANNOUNCER(o.s.)
Last call track three,
Amtrak Clocker making it's
final stop at Philadelphia's
thirtieth street station.
First two passenger cars
only. First two cars only.
A face inside the train watches the stream of passengers emerging from the
escalators. DAVID DUNNE, a man in his early forties, rest his temple against the
glass and quietly observes the movement outside.
The train starts to pull out.
CUT TO:
INT. PASSENGER CAR - DAY
David sits with his coat on his lap. He's wearing a tie. He doesn't look very
comfortable in it.
He feels a stare. He looks up to find a girl, six or seven years old, peering at
him from over the seat in front of him. She just gazes at him blankly.
He gives her a small forced smile. She doesn't react. David returns his head to
the window.
His eyes begin to shut with the lulling movement of the train.
WOMAN(o.s.)
You alone?
David looks in the direction of THE VOICE. A WOMAN with dark hair and light blue
eyes stands in the aisle with two bags over her shoulder. She's wearing a tight
white t-shirt and jeans. She's beautiful.
David nods "yes."
The woman starts putting her bags on the shelf above the seats. She stretches to
get them up. Her toned stomach is exposed. She has a silver ring pierced through
her navel.
David has a gold ring on his hand. He fiddles with it. Beat. He gently slips off
his wedding band. It goes into his coat pocket.
The woman takes the seat next to him.
Beat. A LOUD VIOLENT BURST OF SOUND. The passenger car shakes as a passing
train barrels by two feet from David's window. It passes in a few seconds. The
car returns to a QUIET HUM.
David pulls a magazine out from the seat pocket in front of him.
He holds the woman's fashion magazine out.
DAVID
Someone left these. You want
one?
The woman looks over the one being offered and then points to the Sports
Illustrated peeking out of the seat pocket.
David pulls the magazine out and gives it to her.
DAVID
You like sports?
WOMAN
It's my field. I represent
athletes. I'm an agent.
DAVID
What a coincidence? I'm a
male synchronized swimmer
and I'm looking for
representation.
WOMAN(smiling)
Is that right?
DAVID
But I'm afraid of water, so
that's been holding my
career back a little bit.
The woman laughs.
DAVID
You represent someone in
Philadelphia?
WOMAN
I'm meeting a player from
Temple University. He's a
cornerback. You like
football?
Beat.
DAVID
Not really.
WOMAN
This kid is six foot two,
two hundred and forty
pounds. He runs the fifty in
under six seconds. He's
going to be a God.
Beat. David studies the excitement in her eyes.
ANOTHER LOUD VIOLENT BURST OF SOUND. David waits till the opposing train passes.
The woman goes back to her magazine. Beat.
DAVID
I'm David Dunne.
The woman looks up.
WOMAN
Kelly.
She goes back to the magazine.
Beat.
DAVID
How long are you staying in
Philly?
KELLY looks up from her Sports Illustrated. Her striking blue eyes gaze at David.
Beat.
She holds up her hand. Taps the diamond ring on her finger.
KELLY(soft)
I'm married.
DAVID(fake excitement)
Great.
Beat.
KELLY
Sorry.
DAVID(fake confusion)
What are you talking about?
An awkward silence.
DAVID
I think you got the wrong
idea.
The woman stares at David. She looks down. Beat. Closes the magazine.
KELLY
I'm going to find another
seat.
Kelly gets up. She balances herself against a headrest as the train rumbles. She
starts to the back of the car.
David sits alone. He looks like he's drowning, but there's no water.
He feels a stare. He glances up. The little girl spies on him from between the
seats.
David leans towards the window to avoid eye contact. His hand reaches into his
coat and slides out his wedding band. He puts it back on.
His temple touches the glass. The vibration of the train begins to lull his eyes
closed... Beat.
David's head bounces lightly against the window.
The shaking of the glass never allows David's eyes to completely close.
He sits up when he realizes the shaking is getting stronger.
He looks out the window. The scenery blurs as it flies by. Beat.
David turns. Some of the other passengers start to react as they realize the
train is picking up speed.
The normal bumps of the tracks become amplified.
The WORRIED VOICES OF THE TRAVELERS START FILL THE CABIN.
The train goes faster.
AND THEN THE HIGH PITCHED METAL ON METAL SCREECHING STARTS AS THE TRAIN BEGINS TO
TAKE A CURVE.
David's eyes move to the seat in front of him. The little girl is no longer
watching him.
DAVID LOOKS TO THE PASSENGERS ACROSS FROM HIM. He sees the ground slowly drop
away in the windows behind them as THEIR SIDE OF THE TRAIN STARTS TO RISE...
THE PASSENGERS SCREAM AS THE AMTRAK PASSENGER TRAIN BEGINS TO TILT OFF THE
TRACK...
CUT TO:
INT. FAMILY ROOM - AFTERNOON
A boy, age ten, sits on his head on the family couch and watches television
upside down. His floppy brown hair spreads out in a circle in front of his red
face. He changes channels with a remote control.
He moves past the upside down cartoons and the upside down talk shows. He stops
on an upside down picture of a crashed train. Beat.
His knees come forward as he flips over. He tumbles slowly off the couch and onto
the carpet. JEREMY DUNNE gazes at the television screen... A LIVE AERIAL VIEW OF
A TRAIN WRECK SMOULDERING BELOW IS SEEN. Two trains are tangled like snakes.
Jeremy gets up and moves to a small table with a phone. Next to the phone is a
notepad. On it is written...
"Dad - Amtrak 177 - 3:40pm."
Jeremy looks at the television. At the bottom of the screen in red block letters
that move from right to left are words and numbers..."The 3:40 Amtrak 177 has
derailed... Amtrak Emergency number is 1-800-777-4322... The 3:40 Amtrak 177 has
derailed...Amtrak"
Jeremy doesn't take his eyes off the screen. He makes a small desperate noise
that no one hears.
CUT TO:
INT. PHYSICAL THERAPY CENTER - LATE AFTERNOON
An elderly woman can't hold back any longer and SCREAMS. An embarrassed, tortured
helpless scream.
MEGAN DUNNE continues applying pressure to her arm which is being pushed back as
far as it will go.
She counts to three and eases off. She lays her arm back in her lap.
WE ARE IN A PHYSICAL THERAPY CENTER. About a dozen people are on specialized
weight machines.
The elderly woman is seated on an exercise table and breathes slowly.
MEGAN
You okay, Virginia?
Beat. VIRGINIA shakes her head, "No."
MEGAN
I'll put something on the
t.v. Maybe we'll find some
almost naked guys to inspire
you.
Megan reaches up to the t.v. monitor mounted on the wall. She turns it on and
starts flipping channels. She stops on ESPN where a swimming meet is underway.
Men in bikini swimsuits line the edges of the pool.
Virginia starts watching with great interest.
Megan's eyes move to the tiny print moving across the bottom of the screen. Her
face goes still as she reads the train number... 177.
CUT TO:
INT. EMERGENCY ROOM - AFTERNOON
DAVID DUNNE'S EYES SLOWLY OPEN. THE DULL WHITE OF THE OVERHEAD TUBE LIGHTING
BLINDS HIM AT FIRST.
He blinks his vision back. He realizes he's in a bed.
WE HEAR AGITATED VOICES, MOVEMENT.
David looks around. He's in an emergency room. There are a half dozen prep areas
and beds next to him. They're all empty.
DAVID FOLLOWS THE URGENT SOUNDS OF ACTIVITY TO A PREP AREA DIRECTLY ACROSS FROM
HIM.
He can only see glimpses of activity through the drawn curtain. A group of
emergency room personnel are treating a man whose body is twitching violently on
a gurney.
One of the group is a man who glances through the opening in the curtain. He
notices David sitting up from across the room.
THE MAN IN SCRUBS leaves the group and walks over.
MAN IN SCRUBS
How are you feeling?
DAVID
Okay.
He FLASHES A LIGHT in David's eyes.
MAN IN SCRUBS
You are in the emergency
room of the University of
Pennsylvania Hospital. You
were in a serious accident.
(beat)
How's your vision?
DAVID
Fine.
David stares across as the scene with the other patients becomes more frantic and
disturbing.
MAN IN SCRUBS
Where were you sitting on
the train?
DAVID
Against a window.
MAN IN SCRUBS
In the passenger car?
DAVID
Yes. Where are the rest of
the passengers?
MAN IN SCRUBS
Was your family traveling
with you?
DAVID
No.
MAN IN SCRUBS
Did you get up from your
seat?
DAVID
No.
David watches the other patient.
MAN IN SCRUBS
You're certain you were in
the passenger car?
David turns to the man.
DAVID
Yes... Why are you looking
at me like that?
Beat.
MAN IN SCRUBS
Your train derailed... Some
kind of malfunction... It
took a curve way to fast. A
second train collided with
yours after it derailed. The
debris is spread over one
mile. It's unbelievable they
said.
(beat)
They only found two people
alive so far... You and him.
David looks to the other passenger now laying unnaturally still in the desperate
whirlwind of activity around him.
MAN IN SCRUBS
The man's skull was cracked
open and most of his left
side was crushed.
Beat.
MAN IN SCRUBS
And to answer your question,
there are two reasons why
I'm looking at you like
this.
David turns and stares at the man.
MAN IN SCRUBS
One, because it seems, in a
few minutes, you will
officially be the only
survivor of this train
wreck.
(beat)
And two, because you don't
have a scratch on you. You
didn't break one bone.
CUT TO:
INT. EMERGENCY RECEPTION AREA - EVENING
David moves through the depressing milky corridors of the hospital. He opens a
set of double doors.
A room crammed with cameras and photographers explodes with movement.
A CHILD'S VOICE BREAKS THEIR NOISE.
JEREMY
I told you!
Jeremy Dunne pushes forward through the mob of people and cameras. He bursts out
and runs to David. He wraps his arms around David's waist. David just stands
there, aware that the cameras are catching it all. He's overwhelmed.
Hospital staff and a couple police officers push the media back.
Jeremy tugs David to lean down. He does.
JEREMY
They thought everybody on
the train died.
David looks at his son's face. Wipes the tears on his cheek.
JEREMY
I told them they were wrong.
A woman moves to them. David stands up and faces Megan Dunne.
JEREMY
Mom even cried.
David looks at Megan's eyes.
JEREMY
A lot.
Megan looks away.
MEGAN
Not a lot.
They stand there for a moment. David looks shaken. Jeremy takes hold of his hand.
JEREMY
Let's go home.
Megan nods. They move to the exit. The pack of cameras and reporters burst to
life as they leave the building. They jockey for position to get a last glimpse
of David Dunne.
CUT TO:
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
David eats a bowl of pasta alone in a modest kitchen. He stares at his hand.
Opens and closes it slowly. Beat.
He rises and puts the bowl away in the sink.
INT. FRONT HALL - NIGHT
David stops just before rising the stairs. He glances into a bedroom at the
bottom of the stairs. The doorway is half open. He makes eye contact with his
wife. Beat.
DAVID
I don't think I got the job
in New York.
MEGAN
What does that mean?
DAVID
I'm still going to New York.
Just not this second.
MEGAN
I don't want to drag this
out too long for Jeremy.
DAVID
I know.
Beat.
DAVID
How about in the meantime,
you don't sleep in the
guestroom anymore?
(beat)
You sleep in our room. I'll
sleep down here.
Beat.
MEGAN
It stopped being our room a
long time ago.
(beat)
You should go up and get
some rest.
Beat. Megan slowly closes the door to the guest bedroom.
CUT TO:
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
David looks at his son asleep in his bed.
DAVID
Jeremy, why don't you go
sleep with your mom?
JEREMY(eyes closed)
I want to sleep here
tonight.
DAVID
I think it's be better if I
was alone.
JEREMY(eyes closed)
I won't make any noise.
DAVID
How about your room then? If
you get scared like before,
you can come back in here?
Beat. Jeremy doesn't answer because he's asleep. David rubs his forehead and gets
up. He turns on the t.v., low volume, as he moves into the bathroom.
CUT TO:
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
Hot water rushes over David's face as he stands in the shower. His attention is
drawn to the t.v. which is seen through the slightly open bathroom door.
He turns off the water to HEAR.
NEWS ANCHOR(t.v.)
...Derailed approximately
seven and half miles outside
Philadelphia. It came to
rest on its side on the
northbound tracks. It is
train officials belief that
some if not most of the
passengers were still alive
at this time.
NEWS ANCHOR(t.v.)
The momentary peace lasted
only a few seconds. A Boston
bound freight train on the
northbound tracks was
seconds away from passing
train 177 when it derailed.
The impact happened at about
three-fifteen p.m. The first
of the two occupied
passenger cars was severed
in half and sent careening
in two directions. The
second of the passenger cars
was crushed and dragged for
four hundred feet. Six crew
members were on the freight.
One hundred and eighteen
passengers and seven crew
members were on the
passenger train... There is
one reported survivor.
(beat)
Rescue teams will be working
for the next forty-eight
hours removing bodies and
debris.
David steps out of the shower. He sees a glimpse of Jeremy asleep in bed. David
shuts the door. Locks it.
He gets back into the shower and turns the water back on.
He closes his eyes. His face tightens up. He slowly hunches down and takes a seat
on the tiled floor of the shower. Water pours over him. Beat.
His muscular body begins to shake. Then we realize he's crying.
FADE TO BLACK:
EXT. FAIR - DAY
LEGEND "1969"
A hazy afternoon. A fair has come into town. They have set up in the vast parking
lot of the local high school.
A line of women has formed in front of the portable bathrooms.
The striking African American woman we saw giving birth is now standing in line.
She is older and somehow more beautiful.
She stands with a skinny, almost ethereal looking African American boy. The boy
wears a metal brace on his leg. THE EIGHT YEAR OLD ELIJAH holds two oversized
stuffed animals in his arms. He looks back over his shoulder as THE SOUND OF
VOICES YELLING IN EXCITEMENT FILL THE AIR. His eyes dance over the many colorful
rides in the parking lot.
The door opens to one of the portable bathrooms. A woman steps out.
Elijah's mother touches his head and enters the three foot square plastic
bathroom. She turns back and gives him a look.
MOTHER
We'll play the water pistol
game next.
Elijah nods, "Yes" happily.
The mother closes the cubicle door. Elijah is left alone amongst the line of
women. They stare at him blankly. Their eyes moves over his leg brace. Elijah
doesn't like it. He moves away from the line.
A CRESCENDO OF CHEERS RISES IN THE AIR FROM SOMEWHERE IN THE FAIR. Elijah follows
the voices. He carries the stuffed animals through the crowds of people. CLICK.
CLICK. CLICK. His metal brace sounds as he walks.
For a moment, he sees nothing but bodies all around him.
He emerges amongst a huddle of teenagers who wait at a turnstile.
A man in a red and white striped coat takes their tickets and waves them in.
Elijah looks up and sees the sign above the turnstile... "The Hurricane."
He watches the teenagers giggle as they each into a grey cup-like seat. They pull
the metal bars down in front of them.
The man in the red and white stripes leaves the turnstile.
Elijah stares up at the multi-colored sign. Beat. He moves quickly. Ducks under
the turnstile and climbs onto the platform.
Elijah finds and empty circular seat. He slips inside the gray metal compartment
and sits. He pulls down the rusted metal bar in front of him.
He looks around at all the excited faces. His eyes fill with excitement too.
His small hands feel the cold metal of the interior of the compartment. His
expression changes.
Elijah looks to the stuffed animals in his arms. He presses them to check their
softness. He places the stuffed animals on either side of him on the seat. He's
wedged in between them. Feels good.
He reaches out and touches the hard rusted metal bar in front of him. Elijah
looks a little anxious. Beat.
He pulls off his sweater and wraps it around the bar. It goes around twice before
he ties the arms together. He checks its softness.
Elijah looks around the customized cup-like compartment he sits in. He smiles an
eight year old smile of pride.
AND THEN HE HEARS HIS MOTHER'S VOICE.
He searches around and finds her walking in the waves of people. He hears her
calling.
MOTHER
Elijah...
She moves in his direction by chance. She finds herself at the entrance to The
Hurricane ride. She looks up at the sign above the turnstile. Her worried eyes
immediately start searching the young faces in the gray circular compartments.
Her eyes meet Elijah's. He waves. Her face goes very still.
A HUGE ROAR OF MACHINERY as the ride starts up.
Elijah yells to his mother as the platform starts running.
ELIJAH
I won't get hurt momma! I'm
safe!
HIS WORDS GET EATEN UP BY THE CHEERS OF THE TEENAGERS AND THE GRIND OF MACHINERY.
The platform spins. He sees a glimpse of his mother and the red and white striped
man. She's pointing at Elijah.
The platform turns... Elijah sees a flash of the red and white striped man's
angered face as he yells at the frantic woman next to him.
And then the ride speeds up.
The gray circular seats start to spin on their own. The teenagers CHEER.
Elijah's eyes fill with joy as the wind plays against his face.
Suddenly the ride changes directions. The cup-like seats get jerked. Everyone
grabs the metal bars to hold on.
Elijah laughs as he smashes into the stuffed animal on his right. It cushions him
and then falls to the floor of the compartment along with the other stuffed
animal.
Elijah's expression becomes tense as his compartment spins. His hands slide over
the rusted metal bar as the sweater unravels.
Elijah looks around... a sudden panic enters his eyes.
THE BLURRING IMAGE OF HIS MOTHER NOW IN A GROUP OF RED AND WHITE STRIPED MEN.
THE SOUND OF MACHINERY GRINDING IS HEARD as the ride changes directions
suddenly.
Elijah's hands rip away from the bar as he gets thrown to the side of the
compartment. His shoulder and arm takes the brunt of the impact. WE HEAR
SOMETHING CRACK.
TEENAGERS SCREAM IN EXCITEMENT. ELIJAH JOINS THEM WITH SCREAMS OF HIS OWN.
The ride spins its passengers. Elijah's small face looks up at the swirling
clouds in a mixture of agony and terror.
The ride changes directions.
Elijah is thrust forward. He hits the rusted metal bar square against his chest.
WE HEAR MORE CRACKS.
The world spins. Giggles and yells fill the air. Elijah slumps down onto the
floor of the compartment.
And then finally, the grind of the machinery slows and then comes to a gradual
stop.
THE TEENAGERS MOAN.
Elijah is facing directly up at the sky. The clouds now move slowly over him.
WE HEAR COMMOTION. AGITATED VOICES. HIS MOTHER'S DESPERATE VOICE.
MOTHER(o.s.)
His bones... He's not
well...
HER VOICE GETS LOUDER AS SHE MOVES CLOSER TO THE PLATFORM.
MOTHER(o.s.)
Elijah baby...
Then her face appears as she finds the cup-like seat Elijah is in. She begins to
scream.
Elijah lays on the bottom of the compartment. One arm is clutching his chest. The
other is curved horrifically like an "s". His mouth is open. His eyes are
bulging. The last thing we HERE ARE THE SHORT DESPERATE BREATHS of an eight year
old child about to black out from the pain.
FADE TO BLACK:
PRESENT: EXT. CHURCH - AFTERNOON
WE EMERGE FROM BLACK to find news vans and reporters lining the street across
from a church. They have been cordoned off by a handful of police. Mourners are
recorded as they emerge from their cars and enter the church.
David is among the arriving crowd.
MAN(o.s.)
David Dunne!
At hearing his name, David turns back as he walks. He can't tell which reporter
called his name because all of them seem to react. A storm of camera movement as
the group jockeys for the best angle of his troubled face.
David passes a magnetic board as he enters the church. It reads, "Services for
the families and friends of train 177."
CUT TO:
INT. CHURCH - AFTERNOON
A PRIEST stands before a podium.
PRIEST
Sarah Elaston, social worker
at Broad and Locust
Community Center. We pray
for your soul.
(beat)
Kevin Elliott, business man,
father of six. We pray for
your soul.
(beat)
Glen Stevens, researcher in
the area of Leukemia at
Drexel University. We pray
for your soul.
David sits amongst the mourners in the standing room only church. His eyes drift
to a woman two rows ahead of him. She's turned around, looking at him. Her eyes
are red from crying.
David looks away. His eyes stop on an old man far to his left just a few seats
away. Father, mother and daughter stare silently.
David surveys the entire church... Desperate inconsolable eyes question his
existence from every direction.
David has to look down.
PRIEST
...Jennifer Pennyman, third
grade teacher at Jefferson
Elementary.
(beat)
We pray for your soul.
CUT TO:
INT. BACK OF CHURCH - AFTERNOON
David and the priest who conducted the mass are alone in the mass preparation
room. The priest looks in his fifties, eyes tired, blood shot.
DAVID
I used to play football in
college. In my first year as
quarterback, we went on this
winning streak. It just went
on and on. It didn't matter
who we played... I'd always
win.
(beat)
You get superstitious when
something like that happens.
You give things meaning.
Like you wear the same color
socks each game or you
listen to the same B.B. King
song before you leave the
apartment. I wouldn't even
untie the shoelaces on my
cleats. I'd just slip them
on and off so nothing would
change... I gave things
meaning that had no meaning.
(beat)
I'm here to make sure I'm
not making shoelaces into
something they're not again.
(beat)
I was the only person to
survive that accident. The
only one... It feels like it
means something.
Beat.
PRIEST
Are you a religious man,
David?
David nods, "No."
The priest removes the sacred stoll from his around his neck and kisses it before
folding it carefully.
PRIEST
Good. Because I'm going to
talk to you as a man. Not as
a man of the cloth.
DAVID
Okay.
Beat. The priest turns to David.
PRIEST
It was luck.
Beat.
DAVID
What do you mean?
PRIEST
Luck... Random... Without
meaning.
David just sits awkwardly.
PRIEST
Three years ago, my cousin
died on a plane that crashed
on take off at Philadelphia
International airport. Do
you remember that crash?
David nods, "Yes."
PRIEST
I prayed and prayed and
finally found some meaning
in the event. It gave me
peace... And then not quite
a year later, an entire
family from my parish burned
to death in a hotel fire
downtown...
(beat)
Again I prayed. Again I
found meaning.
(beat)
Just two days ago, my nephew
rode with you on that train
back from New York. He was
traveling alone for the
first time.
PRIEST
I'm sorry if I can't react
to your survival with the
appropriate 'It was the hand
of God. It was a miracle.'
kind of answer... I'm fresh
out of those right now.
David is shaken. Beat.
DAVID(soft)
The metal of the watch I was
wearing was crushed like a
sledge hammer hit it.
Beat. The priest's eyes fill with emotion.
PRIEST
My twelve year old nephew's
neck was broken in four
places... What's your point?
You were chosen?
(beat)
I don't think so.
The priest turns and continues putting away artifacts from the mass. Silence
fills the back room.
CUT TO:
INT. CHURCH PARKING LOT - LATE AFTERNOON
No cameras greet his exit. No people anywhere.
David walks across the now empty parking lot. His car is the only one left.
He walks to the driver's side. Pulls out his keys. That's as far as he gets.
His eyes catch sight of the GRAY ENVELOPE tucked under the windshield wiper of
his car.
David moves forward and gently pulls it out. His name is typed on the front. He
turns it over. Two embossed words on the back.
"Limited Edition"
He opens the envelope. One line, handwritten, gazes at him from the gray index
card.
The line reads...
"How many days of your life have you been sick?"
Nothing else is written.
David Dunne looks around the empty parking lot quietly.
CUT TO:
INT. EMPLOYEE LOCKER ROOM - MORNING
A poorly lit changing room. A row of metallic lockers sits against one wall. A
bench splits the room. A brown folding table with Dunkin Donuts boxes and bagels
on it is crammed in the corner. A puke colored concrete floor sets the tone.
David and three other large men are changing out of their street clothes. They
all put on the same yellow short sleeve shirts. The same two words are written on
all their backs...
"Stadium Security"
This ritual goes on without a word.
CUT TO:
INT. MAIN STADIUM CORRIDOR - MORNING
David walks along the massive curved wall around the outer rim of the stadium. As
he passes the different walkways we get glimpses of the enormous and empty
sixty-thousand seat football stadium on the inside.
David stops at a door marked "PERSONNEL".
CUT TO:
INT. PERSONNEL OFFICE - MORNING
David knocks on the door as he steps into the cramped reception room to the
personnel office.
The SECRETARY, an ancient woman with thick flabby arms never stops typing and
never looks up as she talks.
ANCIENT SECRETARY
Yes?
DAVID
Is Noel in?
ANCIENT SECRETARY
No sir he is not.
(beat)
I read about you in the
paper.
DAVID
Oh.
ANCIENT SECRETARY
I was in an accident once
too. A horse almost trampled
me to death.
DAVID
Wow.
ANCIENT SECRETARY
I had to put him down.
Beat.
DAVID
That's a sad story.
(beat)
Do you think you could ask
Noel something for me?
The ancient secretary's right hand immediately picks up a pen and positions it
over a blank pad. Her left hand keeps typing. She never looks up.
ANCIENT SECRETARY
Proceed.
DAVID
Ask if he can check how many
sick days I've taken since
I've worked here?
Beat.
ANCIENT SECRETARY
Is that the entire message?
DAVID
Yes.
CUT TO:
EXT. STADIUM FIELD - AFTERNOON
Rain falls in sheets in the stadium.
David stands at the entrance to a tunnel that empties out onto the field. He
stands in an imposing dark green rain poncho and hood. The poncho almost touches
the ground. The word 'security' on the back has almost faded away. We can barely
see David's face under the hood.
There is a football game in progress on the enormous field. The players seem
unusually small. There is no one in the stands. About four hundred people are on
the sidelines of the field watching the players. A soggy limping banner stretched
behind them declares, "The Pennslvania Elementary School Championships."
David's eyes scan the tiny figures on the field. His eyes come rest on a surge of
activity on the sidelines. Beat.
David steps out into the rain.
CUT TO:
EXT. SIDELINES - AFTERNOON
A handful of red faced fathers are yelling at each other. They're in each other's
rain soaked faces. The scene feels on the verge of physical violence.
David and another security guard jog over. David steps in the middle of the tight
circle. The men stop yelling in the presence of stadium security. Everyone just
stands in the rain glaring at each other. Beat.
DAVID
You know what I think about
to calm down? I think about
those big fat, hundred and
twenty pound turtles that
live in the islands. Those
suckers never get angry,
never get in fights and live
longer than all of us and
all they do all is sit on
the beach and hump other
turtles.
(beat)
Why don't we take a second
and think about the turtles?
Nobody moves. Rain washes over the agitated faces. A father breaks the moment.
FATHER
Yeah Jerry why don't you
think about the fat ass
turtles... Like your fat ass
son on the field
jeopardizing the rest of our
chances at a fucking
championship.
David tenses. Everyone looks to JERRY. A bald man who stands just a foot away.
Jerry nods to himself. Looks like he's going to say something. Instead he lunges
forward and smashes a HEADBUTT to the man who spoke to him.
David tackles Jerry hard and fast. He drives him into the ground.
Blood starts rushing out of the nose of the dazed father who took the headbutt.
The other fathers start yelling and pushing each other. The remaining security
guard calls on his walkie for assistance.
David keeps Jerry immobilized in a powerful arm and head lock that holds the
man's enraged face hard into the wet surface of the field.
David's eyes are not on Jerry. They gaze out onto the field where twenty two
elementary school boys have stopped playing and are standing frozen, helmets off,
rain washing over their faces. They watch in horror as their parents attack each
other on the sidelines.
CUT TO:
INT. EMPLOYEE LOCKER ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON
David is the last one left. He's showered and back in his street clothes. He sits
in the dimly lit room on the bench, lost in his thoughts when the door opens.
He turns to find a somewhat pregnant looking man with a tie step in. This is
NOEL.
DAVID
Hey Noel.
Beat. He just stares.
NOEL
Forty dollars.
David turns on the bench.
DAVID
What?
NOEL
You're getting a forty
dollar raise per week...
that's it.
Silence.
NOEL
I checked. You were right.
You've never taken a sick
day.
(beat)
Five years, no sick days. I
get it. You want a raise.
You made your point.
The room is still. Beat.
NOEL
All right fifty dollars and
that's the god damn limit.
(beat)
Are we done here?
Beat. David nods, "Yes."
CUT TO:
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
LIGHTS OUT.
David is wide awake in his bed. He glances over. Jeremy is in deep sleep next to
him.
CUT TO:
INT. GUEST ROOM - NIGHT
David knocks again quietly. The guest bedroom door opens.
Megan looks up at David. She's just woken up.
MEGAN(low voice)
Is Jeremy okay?
DAVID(low voice)
He's asleep.
MEGAN(low voice)
Oh.
Beat. They both stand awkwardly for a moment.
DAVID(low voice)
I wanted to ask you a
question. It'll sound
strange, but just think
about it for a second.
Megan nods, "Yes."
DAVID(low voice)
When's the last time I was
sick? You remember?
Megan tries to mask her reaction to the oddness of the question. Beat.
MEGAN(low voice)
I don't know. It's been a
while.
DAVID(low voice)
I haven't been sick this
year. I know that.
MEGAN(low voice)
Okay.
DAVID(low voice)
Do you remember me getting
sick?
MEGAN(low voice)
Not a specific day. What's
this about?
DAVID (low voice)
Megan, do you ever remember
me getting sick?
Beat.
DAVID(low voice)
In the three years we've
been in this house?... In
the old apartment?... Before
Jeremy was born?... Before
we were married?
Beat.
MEGAN(low voice)
...I can't remember.
DAVID(low voice)
That's strange isn't it? Not
remembering one fever... Or
a cold... Or a sore throat.
What do you think that
means?
MEGAN(low voice)
It means we're probably to
tired to remember.
David becomes quiet as he thinks. Beat.
MEGAN(low voice)
Is that what you wanted to
ask me?
DAVID(low voice)
Yes.
MEGAN(low voice)
Is there anything else you
wanted to ask me while I'm
up?...
MEGAN(low voice)
...When was the last time
you wore pink? When was the
last time you drank soup
standing up? Final call for
strange questions at two in
the morning.
DAVID(low voice)
No that's it.
David seems lost in his thoughts.
MEGAN(low voice)
Maybe you should go up.
Jeremy might see you're gone
and get frightened.
(beat)
The train thing, really
shook him up. He's scared
something's going to happen
to you. He doesn't want to
let you out of his sight.
David stares at Megan. Beat.
DAVID(low voice)
Yeah. I know.
There's silence for a bit.
DAVID(low voice)
When was the last time I
wore pink?
MEGAN(low voice)
The Mitchell barbecue three
years ago.
DAVID(realizing)
Oh shit...
MEGAN(low voice)
Matching shirt and shorts.
It was brutal.
David half-smiles as Megan turns and starts back into the guest room.
DAVID(low voice)
Goodnight Megan.
Megan looks back at her husband. Just for a moment. Then she looks down.
MEGAN(low voice)
Goodnight David.
Megan closes the door slowly shut.
FADE TO BLACK:
INT. BEDROOM - AFTERNOON
WE EMERGE in a cramped sparse bedroom.
LEGEND "1974"
A thirteen year old Elijah sits in a chair with his arm in a sling. He watches a
small black and white television in the corner of the room.
WE HEAR FOOTSTEPS. Elijah's mother walks into the room. She looks around for a
moment, and then moves to the television. Turns it off.
The room GOES SILENT.
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
No more sitting in this
room. I've let it go on long
enough.
ELIJAH
I'm not going out anymore.
I'm not getting hurt again.
This was the last time. I
told you.
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
You can't do anything about
that. You might fall between
that chair and this
television. If that's what
God has planned for you,
that's what's going to
happen. You can't hide from
it in your room.
Elijah just sits staring at the dark television screen.
ELIJAH
They call me Mr. Glass at
school. Cause I break like
glass.
Elijah's face is tense. Unyielding. Beat.
Elijah's mother says the next words in almost a whisper.
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
...You make this decision
now to be afraid...
(beat)
And you'll never turn back
your whole life. You'll
always be afraid.
Elijah's eyes move from the television to his mother. He sees the emotion in her
face. Neither says anything for a while. Beat.
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
...I got a present for you.
ELIJAH
Why?
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
Forget why. Do you want it
or not?
Elijah thinks it over. He nods, "Yes."
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
Well, go get it then.
ELIJAH
Where is it?
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
On a bench, across the
street.
Elijah looks at his mother with disbelief.
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
You calling me a liar?
She points to the window. Beat. Elijah gets up and moves to the only window in
the room.
The view from his room looks out over a narrow street. On the other side of the
street is a public playground. A handful of children are playing on it.
There are three benches to one side of the swings. On one of them is a THIN
PACKAGE wrapped in brown paper with a bow on it.
Elijah looks to his mom who has joined him at the window.
ELIJAH
Someone's gonna take it.
Beat.
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
Then you better get out
there soon.
CUT TO:
EXT. PLAYGROUND - AFTERNOON
Elijah walks across the playground. He's very wary of the other children running
about him.
He walks towards the bench with the present on it. Takes a seat. Puts the package
on his lap. It's flat. The edges of the bend down over his thin legs.
He undoes the white bow. He peels off the clear tape holding the brown paper
together. He unfolds the paper. Beat.
Elijah stares down at the single comic book in his lap.
He feels the shadow of his mother. She takes a seat next to him.
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
I bought a whole bunch.
They'll be one of these
waiting for you, every time
you want to come out here.
Beat.
ELIJAH'S MOTHER
They said this one has a
surprise ending.
Elijah looks to his mother. His intelligent piercing eyes take her in for a
moment.
He looks back down at his lap. He opens the first page...
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. STORE - DAY
The same intelligent piercing eyes, twenty-five years older. Elijah has grown
into a handsome, regal looking man. He leans on a walking stick.
He's looking at an impressively framed charcoal sketch on a wall. Two figures are
depicted on the top of a building locked in fierce battle. One figure is
extremely muscular with a mask. The other is half human, half animal.
MAN
This is from Fritz
Champion's own library. This
is before the first issue of
the comic book hit the
stands in 1968.
Elijah glances at the BUSINESS MAN standing next to him and then back to the
sketch.
ELIJAH
It's a classic depiction of
good versus evil. Notice the
square jaw of Slayer -
common in most comic book
heroes. And the slightly
disproportionate size of
Jaguaro's body to his head.
This again is common, but
only in villains... The
thing to notice about this
piece... The thing that
makes it very, very
special... is its realistic
depiction of its figures.
When the characters
eventually made it into the
magazine they were
exaggerated... as always
happens.
(beat)
This is vintage.
The business man rubs his face. Gazes at the sketch. Beat.
BUSINESS MAN
Wrap it up.
ELIJAH
You've made a considerably
wise decision.
Elijah starts to the back of the store which we now see is some type of art
gallery where all the framed pictures are images and sketches from comic books.
BUSINESS MAN
My kid's gonna go berserk.
Elijah jams his walking stick into the extra thick carpet and stops. He turns.
ELIJAH
Once again please?
BUSINESS MAN
My son Jeb. It's a gift for
him.
ELIJAH
How old is Jeb?
BUSINESS MAN
Four.
ELIJAH
No.
Elijah starts back to the businessman shaking his head strongly.
ELIJAH
No, no, no, no no... You
need to go now.
BUSINESS MAN
What did I say?
ELIJAH
Do you see any Telletubbies
around here?... Do you see
a slender plastic tag
clipped to my shirt with my
name printed on it?... Do
you see a little Asian child
with a blank expression
sitting outside in a
mechanical helicopter that
shakes when you put a
quarter in it?... No?...
Well that's what you see at
a toy store? Any you must
think this is a toy store,
cause you're in here
shopping for an infant named
Jeb. One of us has made a
gross error and wasted the
other person's valuable
time...
Elijah's eyes pierce through the shaken man.
ELIJAH
This is an art gallery my
friend. This is piece of
art...
Elijah points at the sketch.
ELIJAH
This is one of seventeen
original drawings by Fritz
Champion remaining in the
world. It's value will
triple every year... This
piece is to be treasured. To
be cherished... To be
coveted by every single one
of your banker friends that
think they're better than
you.
The business man stares at the sketch with large eyes. Beat.
BUSINESS MAN
What if I kept it?
Beat.
ELIJAH
I'm listening.
BUSINESS MAN
I'll keep it in my office
room.
ELIJAH
What about Jeb?
BUSINESS MAN
I have a lock on the door.
Elijah just stares.
ELIJAH
Will it be near a window?
BUSINESSMAN
No direct sunlight will fall
on it.
Elijah eyes the man for many seconds. Beat.
ELIJAH
Come back in three days.
I'll think about it.
Elijah starts to the back. He passes the front door as two customers walk in.
Elijah talks over his shoulder to them.
ELIJAH
We're by appointment only.
MAN
I received a card from your
store.
ELIJAH
Congratulations, you have a
mailbox... The sale isn't
for two weeks.
MAN
This one was under the
windshield of my car.
Elijah turns and faces the customers for the first time. David Dunne stands with
Jeremy.
Elijah just stands staring for the longest time. Beat. He walks closer to them.
When Elijah speaks, his voice has a whispery quality to it.
ELIJAH
You've never been sick?
DAVID
I don't know for sure.
(beat)
...I don't think so.
David and Elijah quietly look at each other. Beat.
ELIJAH
Well if this ain't a riddle
worthy of the Riddler?
CUT TO:
EXT. LIMITED EDITION - LATE AFTERNOON
Three chairs have been placed on the walkway in front of the bay window of the
store. The words, "Limited Edition" are etched in the window.
David, Jeremy and Elijah are seated watching the people stroll by. Elijah's cane
is on his lap.
Jeremy sips a drink in a paper cup.
ELIJAH
So let's get some of the
usual questions out of the
way. Why am I using a cane?
Raise your hand if you were
thinking that.
Jeremy raises his hand.
ELIJAH
I fractured my leg. It's the
fifth time I've done that
particular bone. It didn't
really heal well this time.
ELIJAH
Raise your hand is you're
wondering who the hell
breaks the same bone five
times?
Jeremy and David raise their hands.
ELIJAH
I have something called
Osteogenesis Imperfecta.
It's a genetic disorder. I
don't make this particular
type of protein very well
and it makes my bones very
low in density, very easy to
break. I've had fifty-four
breaks in my life. I have
the tamest version of the
disorder... Type one.
(beat)
There are type two, type
three, and type four. Type
four's don't make it very
long...
(beat)
That ends our lecture on the
medical anomaly known as
Elijah Price.
Elijah stares at his two rapt listeners.
ELIJAH
How certain are you that you
haven't been sick in your
life?
DAVID
Seventy-five percent.
ELIJAH
Seventy-five percent? That's
not nearly good enough for
me. I'm extremely skeptical.
DAVID
Skeptical about what?
ELIJAH
Your answer to my question.
It's one thing to have never
been injured in your life,
but to state that you've
never taken ill, well that's
a whole new level.
JEREMY
Dad's been injured.
Beat.
ELIJAH
What's he talking about?
DAVID
In college. A car accident.
ELIJAH
Was it serious?
David nods.
JEREMY
He couldn't play football
anymore.
Beat. Elijah looks shaken.
ELIJAH
I assumed because of the
train.
DAVID
You assumed wrong.
Elijah closes his eyes. When his eyes open, the life force in them has
diminished. Beat.
ELIJAH
It's over.
(beat)
You can go now.
Elijah uses his cane to get up and walk back through the doors of the store.
INT. LIMITED EDITION - LATE AFTERNOON
David and Jeremy enter the store. Elijah leans on a walking stick before one of
the framed sketches. He gazes at it quietly.
DAVID
I think you skipped a couple
steps.
Elijah turns.
DAVID
You forgot the "Now I'm
going to tell you what the
hell is going on" step. See
usually that comes before
the, "It's over" Step. And
it always, always comes
before the "You can go"
Step.
(beat)
What is over?
ELIJAH
The life of an idea that has
lived too long in my head.
David stares at Elijah impatiently.
ELIJAH
There are probably only four
or five individuals in the
world who can claim more
knowledge of comics than
myself. I've spent a third
of my life in a hospital bed
with nothing else to do but
read. I have studied the
form intimately. I have seen
the patterns in them... The
references to social and
cultural events and the
atmosphere that surrounded
them. I've come to believe
that comics are our last
link to the ancient way of
passing on history.
ELIJAH
The Egyptians drew pictures
on walls about battles, and
events. Countries all around
the world still pass on
knowledge through pictorial
forms.
(beat)
I believe that comics, just
at their core now... have a
truth. They are depicting
what someone, somewhere felt
or experienced. Then of
course that core got chewed
up in the commercial machine
and gets jazzed up, made
titillating - cartooned for
the sale rack.
Elijah gazes at David.
ELIJAH
This city has had its share
of disasters. Well
publicized ones. It was
around the time of that
plane crash, when it first
entered my head. And there
it stayed, as I waited and
watched the news over the
years...
(beat)
And then one day I see a
news report on a train
accident and its sole
survivor who was
miraculously unharmed.
(soft)
And just like that, an idea
blossoms into the flower of
possible reality.
DAVID
What was your idea Elijah?
Beat.
ELIJAH(soft)
If there is someone like me
in the world, and I'm at one
end of the spectrum...
Couldn't there be someone
the opposite of me, at the
other end?
(beat)
A person who can't be hurt
like the rest of us. A kind
of person they were talking
about in those stories.
Elijah points at the framed comic sketches.
ELIJAH(soft)
A person they believed was
put here to protect the rest
of us. Guard us.
JEREMY
You thought my dad was a
real-
DAVID
Jeremy don't take another
sip of that drink.
Jeremy looks down at the paper cup in his hands.
DAVID
Throw it in the trashcan
near the door and wait for
me outside. Do it now
please.
David waits for Jeremy to exit the store. Beat.
DAVID
At the church... You were
following me weren't you?
ELIJAH
Technically no. I gambled
that you would attend the
church service. I just
waited for you.
David glares at Elijah.
DAVID
What's this about? This is
obviously some scam. Is this
where you tell me one of
those pictures is like an
investment?
ELIJAH
You've misunderstood.
DAVID
I see guys like you all the
time in my work. You find
someone you think is
emotionally vulnerable and
you tell them a fantastic
story, utterly convincing...
and somewhere in there, you
slip it in... 'I just need
your credit card number','I
just need a small down
payment.'
David shakes his head. He smiles out of frustration. Beat.
DAVID
Did you know that this
morning was the first
morning I can remember, that
I didn't open my eyes and
feel that sadness... Do you
know what I'm talking about?
That little bit of sadness?
(beat)
I thought the person that
wrote that note had an
answer for me. For why I
survived that train. For why
my life feels so out of
balance...
(beat)
But I guess that's what you
were counting on.
Elijah stares carefully at David. Beat. David glances over to the entrance.
Jeremy watched through the window concerned.
DAVID
I'm going to leave now.
(beat)
Good luck with your sale.
Elijah watches David walk towards the front door.
ELIJAH
What type of job do you have
David?
David opens the door. He looks back at Elijah.
ELIJAH
You mentioned you've met
'guys like me' in your work.
(beat)
What type of job would that
be?
Beat.
DAVID
I work at the stadium as a
security guard.
Beat. David closes the door behind him. Elijah watches through the window as
Jeremy takes David's hand as they cross the street.
Elijah gazes out the window in a bit of a daze.
CUT TO:
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
ALL LIGHTS ARE OUT EXCEPT THE SMALL BEDSIDE LAMP ON DAVID'S SIDE.
David sits up in bed staring at a torn section of newspaper in his hands.
Jeremy is asleep horizontally with his legs over David's legs.
David doesn't blink as he gazes at the headline silently...
"TRAIN CRASH DEATH TOLL CONFIRMED AT 131 DEAD. 1 SURVIVOR"
Beat. David slides out from under his son's legs. Jeremy stirs but doesn't wake
up.
David moves to the darkness of the corner of the room. He opens a closet door.
A NAKED HANGING BULB GOES ON as David yanks a chain. David steps inside the
narrow closet and closes the door slightly so the LIGHT FROM THE BULB DOESN'T
FALL ON JEREMY.
There's just enough room to stand and look around. David reaches up and pulls a
small travel bag out of the way. David stretches as he feels on the top shelf.
His hand comes down with something wrapped in a t-shirt. He unwraps it. It's a
handgun.
He stares at it for a beat before wrapping it back up and replacing it to the
highest shelf.
He stretches even more. Reaches farther back. WE HEAR SOMETHING SLIDE ON THE
SHELF AS HE PULLS IT FORWARD.
He pulls down a folder jammed with clippings. He opens the folder to reveal a
young David in football uniform holding his helmet in the air victoriously. The
word "Champion" is written over his head. David flips through the top clippings
- all are images and stories of David and football.
He turns the pile over. Goes to the last clipping. This piece of paper is folded
over three times, unlike the others. He opens it.
It's a newspaper headline. It reads...
"CAR ACCIDENT LEAVES TWO INJURED"
David puts the new headline next to the old one... They look like a set. Even the
font is similar.
David stares at the old headline. Stares hard at the photo of the bent and
heavily damaged car laying upside down in the middle of the highway... The bulb
seems to flicker. David is utterly still.
SOMEONE KNOCKS AT THE BEDROOM DOOR. David gets startled.
He puts back the clippings. Stuffing the new one inside with them. He replaces it
back to the top shelf and leaves the closet.
ANOTHER SOFT SET OF KNOCKS as David moves across the bedroom. He opens the door.
Megan stands in the darkened hall. Beat.
DAVID(whisper)
Hi.
Megan nods. Beat.
MEGAN(whisper)
I've come to a decision.
DAVID(whisper)
Oh.
Beat.
MEGAN(whisper)
Let me just ask you
something okay? And you can
be totally honest. I'm
prepared for any answer. It
won't affect me...
David nods, "yes."
MEGAN(whisper)
Have you been with anyone?
Since we started having
problems? The answer won't
affect me.
Beat. David stares at his wife.
MEGAN(whisper)
It won't affect me either
way.
Beat. David doesn't say anything. He just nods, "No."
Megan's face starts to tremble. She starts crying. Tears roll over her very
affected face. She tries to wipe them away, but there's too many. Beat.
MEGAN(soft)
...My decision is... I'd
like to start again. Pretend
we're at the beginning.
(beat)
It's a big deal you walked
away from that train. It's
a second chance.
(beat)
If you want to ask me out
sometime, that would be
okay.
Megan nods and walks down the stairs as she wipes her face. David watches her
disappear into the shadows.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. VETERAN'S STADIUM - AFTERNOON
Sunday afternoon. The cavernous stadium opens up into a picture perfect blue sky.
The Philadelphia Eagles pro football players are in uniform and doing stretches
on the field. The opposing team warms up on the other end of the field.
The sixty thousand seats are already half filled as fans stream in on every level
of the stadium.
CUT TO:
EXT. ENTRANCE GATE 27B - AFTERNOON
A line of ticket holders snakes towards two turnstiles where stadium crew are
ripping tickets.
David Dunne stands to one side with two other security guards.
The fans moving through the turnstiles are clad in all types of Eagles
paraphernalia. A group of girls carries a homemade banner that David reads as he
tilts his head sideways. "We sleep with quarterbacks," is written in block
letters.
David stares at a woman carrying a newborn infant in her arms. The baby is
wearing an eagles uniform.
The WALKIE TALKIE on David's hip bursts to life. He pulls it off his hip an
listens.
WALKIE
Dunne, it's Jenkins, we got
a guy at gate 17C with a
bogus ticket. Says he knows
you. He won't tell me his
name.
DAVID(into walkie)
What's he look like?
WALKIE
He's got the most beautiful
eyes... The hell kind of
question is that? He's a
guy.
DAVID(into walkie)
Send him packing. I'm not
walking all the way over
there.
WALKIE
Consider him packed. I
didn't like his attitude...
Struttin around with a cane
and shit.
Beat.
DAVID(into walkie)
Hold up Jenkins...
CUT TO:
EXT. ENTRANCE GATE 17C - AFTERNOON
David finds Elijah waiting to the side as the crowds funnel through the gate.
Elijah offers his hand as he walks up. David doesn't take it.
ELIJAH
They said I couldn't get in
with my ticket.
Elijah offers him the ticket. David inspects it.
DAVID
It's for last week's game.
ELIJAH
I've come to understand
that...
(beat)
An ill advised purchase in
the parking lot.
David hands Elijah back the ticket.
DAVID
What do you want?
ELIJAH
Not money.
(beat)
But I appreciate your
healthy cynicism in the
manner. It will be wise for
both of us to proceed with
greatest caution.
DAVID
We're not proceeding
anywhere together.
ELIJAH
We've already begun.
David looks around.
DAVID
One more time. What is it
you want?
Beat.
ELIJAH
Why is it, do you think,
that of all the professions
in the world... you chose
protection?
DAVID
Are you for real?
ELIJAH
You could have poured coffee
in Starbucks, you could have
learned to install track
lighting in office
buildings, you could have
told people their horoscopes
on the internet... You could
have been one of ten
thousand things... but in
the end, you chose to
protect people. You made
that decision... and I find
that very, very interesting.
(beat)
Now all I need is your
credit card number.
Beat. Elijah smiles.
ELIJAH
That last part was a joke.
David fights it. But he smiles anyway. Beat.
DAVID
I got this job because my
college coach called the guy
who manages the stadium.
There's no hidden meaning to
it.
David's walkie makes NOIES on his hip.
DAVID
They need me at the gate.
David stares at Elijah leaning on his walking stick.
DAVID
Did you really want to see
the game? I can get you in.
CUT TO:
EXT. ENTRANCE GATE 27B - AFTERNOON
The line of fans outside the gate has tripled in size and intensity.
David and Elijah move along the line towards the turnstiles.
DAVID
It gets heaviest ten minutes
before kickoff.
David bumps a guy in line wearing an army jacket. David looks backs at him and
continues walking.
David moves to a security guard near the turnstiles.
DAVID
Why don't we pat down?
David walks to his post near the gate and faces the crowd. Elijah moves next to
him.
DAVID
Just give me a minute.
ELIJAH
Is there a problem?
DAVID
That guy in green. Sometimes
people carry weapons in
here. Then they drink too
much. They're team isn't
doing so well, bad things
happen... We do random pat
downs of the crowd to
discourage people from
carrying.
(beat)
If he's carrying, he'll step
out of line.
Elijah observes as a security team pats down random males as they move through
the turnstiles.
The GREEN ARMY JACKETED MAN moves forward in the line. His face is blank as he
watches the pat down ahead of him. He's twenty people from the turnsstile.
David eyes him. Fifteen people away... Ten...
The man coughs and steps out of the line. Elijah watches the green army jacket
melt into the thick part of the crowd and disappear as it moves away from the
stadium.
CUT TO:
INT. STADIUM TUNNEL - AFTERNOON
AN UNLIT arched concrete passageway. The SUNLIGHT from the stadium streams in
causing long shadows.
Elijah stands waiting in the ground tunnel by himself.
THE THUNDEROUS CHEERS OF THE SIXTY THOUSAND FANS IN THE STADIUM ECHOES FROM THE
FIELD INTO THE TUNNEL.
David enters the tunnel and joins Elijah. He hands him a ticket.
DAVID
I got you a seat in the
seven hundred level.
(points straight up)
It's nose-bleed territory,
but at least you won't get
spit on.
ELIJAH
How did you know that man
you bumped was carrying a
weapon?
DAVID
Probably the army jacket.
Those guys carry hunting
knives and stuff for show.
ELIJAH
You thought he was carrying
a knife?
Beat.
DAVID
I thought he was carrying
something.
ELIJAH
But not a knife?
DAVID
I got this picture of a
silver handled gun tucked in
his pants.
(beat)
Like on t.v.
Elijah stares at David. THE STADIUM CHEERS BOUNCE OFF THE GRAY WALLS.
ELIJAH
You have good instincts when
it comes to things like
that?
DAVID
Like what?
ELIJAH
Telling when people have
done something wrong?
Beat.
DAVID
Yes.
ELIJAH
Have you ever tried to
develop it?
DAVID
I don't know what you're
asking?
ELIJAH
You're skill.
Beat.
DAVID
Listen. I got to be on the
sidelines during the game...
You can get to your seat by
taking the stairwell at-
ELIJAH
Characters in comic books
are often attributed special
powers. X-ray vision, things
of that sort.
David exhales slowly as he stares at Elijah.
DAVID
Okay, I don't want to play
this game anymore.
ELIJAH
It's an exaggeration of the
truth. Maybe it's based on
something as simple as
instinct. Like being able to
touch someone and tell
whether they've done
something wrong... Or the
level of what they've done
wrong.
DAVID
The guy might not have been
carrying anything.
ELIJAH
Or he might have been
carrying a silver handled
gun tucked in his pants.
David's WALKIE ERUPTS WITH NOISE.
DAVID
I have to go now.
ELIJAH
One last question.
Beat.
DAVID
Quick.
ELIJAH
The car accident you were
in... Was there anyone else
involved?
The two men stand very still in the tunnel.
DAVID
Yes. My wife Megan. She was
in the car with me.
David turns and starts down the hall. David talks back over his shoulder.
DAVID
Have a good life Elijah and
try to buy your tickets at
an authorized sales
location.
Elijah watches as the silhouetted figure of David Dunne jogs down the darkness of
the tunnel.
CUT TO:
INT. CAR - LATE AFTERNOON
We are inside a customized car. The dashboard is covered in some sort of thin
foam padding. The steering wheel and gear shift have the same padding. Every
corner and hard surface has been safe guarded. Elijah sits behind the wheel of
his car in the parking lot of the stadium. He sits as thoughts crash at his head.
Beat.
He finally reaches for the keys and starts up the car. He looks into the rearview
mirror and sees the man in the GREEN ARMY JACKET pass behind his car.
Elijah quickly turns and sees the man moving through the parked cars heading out
of the parking lot.
Elijah takes a deep breath and turns off the engine.
CUT TO:
EXT. PARKING LOT - LATE AFTERNOON
Elijah's walking stick makes RHYTHMIC CLICKS on the concrete parking lot.
The figure in the army jacket seems to move farther away with every step.
Elijah starts breathing harder. He pushes himself to move faster. He avoids the
hard chrome bumpers and tailpipes that jut out from the cars as he quickens his
pace through the lot.
He gains on the army jacket.
ELIJAH(calls out)
Hold up for a second!
The man in the army jacket turns as he reaches a subway entrance that marks the
end of the parking lot. He looks back at Elijah for a beat. Doesn't like what he
sees. He disappears into the subway entrance.
Elijah quickens into a jog now. He hasn't done this in a while and it's painful.
He makes it with great strain to the subway.
He looks into the entrance...
A steep flight of stairs leads to the subway floor. The tail of the army jacket
is glimpsed before it disappears.
Elijah breathes hard as he takes hold of the railing.
ELIJAH(calls out)
I just want to ask you
something!
Elijah's VOICE ECHOES down the stairs. No response.
Elijah starts his descent.
THE SOUND OF A SUBWAY PULLING IN ROARS UP THE STAIRS.
Elijah has to move fast. He takes the steps with less and less hesitation. He's
moving with great agility... and then his foot catches on a step.
His hand slips away from the railing...
He falls down the remaining part of the stairs. The FIRST SICKENING CRACK is
heard when his hand reaches out to stop his fall.
The SECOND CRACK IS MORE LIKE A CRUNCH AS HIS LEG LANDS AWKWARDLY ON THE METAL
STAIRS.
He comes to a stop in a pile on the dirty gum stained floor of the subway
landing. His jaw is locked in a HORRIFIC SCREAM THAT GETS EATEN BY THE ROAR OF
THE SUBWAY TRAIN PULLING IN.
His contorted anguished face sees the turnstiles of the subway upside down. The
green army jacketed man looks back at Elijah with a blank expression pushing
through the turnstile.
The last thing Elijah sees before he blacks out, is the tail of the man's coat
riding up as he move through the turnstile. The SILVER HANDLE OF A GUN peeks out
from the belt of his pants.
CUT TO:
EXT. BUS STOP - DUSK
David's neighborhood turns crimson as the day comes to an end. The Septa bus
pulls to a stop in front of a public high school. David steps off, still in his
security clothes. The bus pulls away as he hears his SON'S VOICE.
David turns to the high school football field behind him. A group of children are
having a touch football game. Jeremy runs out from the huddle across the field to
David.
JEREMY
Was it sold out?
David nods, "No."
DAVID
You know how mad your mom
would be if she knew you
were playing football?
Jeremy nods.
JEREMY
Are you going to tell?
David nods, "No."
JEREMY
You want yo play the last
downs? We got a big guy like
you. You can play on
opposite sides.
David looks to the fields to see a very muscular college age man in sweats who
stands with the other children.
JEREMY
He's Potter's cousin. He's
the starting corner back for
Temple University.
David stares at his son.
JEREMY
He going pro in the draft.
They say he can run the
fifty-
DAVID
In under six seconds.
(beat)
I've heard.
David watches the cornerback being surrounded by kids. He's letting a couple of
the kids feel his flexed bicep.
DAVID
I'm going to go in.
JEREMY
Just play one set of downs.
I told them you were great.
DAVID
Why'd you do that?
JEREMY
Just one-
DAVID
Jeremy.
(beat)
I'm going in. I have to do
some things.
JEREMY
What things?
DAVID
I'm going to work out.
JEREMY
I'll help you.
DAVID
There's nothing to do.
Jeremy turns back to the children and waves.
JEREMY(yells)
I can't play! I'm working
out with my dad!
Jeremy turns back to his father and takes his hand. David looks down at his son
who waits patiently.
CUT TO:
INT. BASEMENT - EARLY EVENING
The basement is dominated by storage boxes and Christmas decorations. An old
bench press and weights are in a cluttered corner.
David sits and turns at the end of the bench as Jeremy laboriously carries and
places fifteen a pound weight on the bar. David talks over his shoulder.
DAVID
Why don't you rest now? I'll
take it from here. You've
been a big help.
Jeremy goes to the opposite side of the bar and starts to put on another weight.
JEREMY
You think you could beat up
Mike Tyson? I mean before he
started wiggin out and
eating people's ears?
DAVID
No.
JEREMY
What if you worked out
everyday for six months? You
think you could beat him
then?
DAVID
No.
JEREMY
What if you only ate foods
that were good for you and
you worked out everyday for
a year?
Jeremy is breathing hard as he puts the safety collars on the barbell and comes
around to David's end of the bench. David lays back.
DAVID
No.
David takes hold of the barbell. Beat. He takes a deep breath.
The weight comes off the armrests of the bench. David lowers it to his chest and
pushes it back up. He does just one more rep with serious strain. He puts the
weight back on the armrest and sits up.
DAVID
How much did you put on
there?
David twists around and looks back at the barbell. He counts up the black metal
circles. He turns back to Jeremy.
DAVID
You put too much. That's two
hundred and fifty pounds.
JEREMY
How much can you lift?
David looks back at the weights.
DAVID
That's the most I've ever
lifted.
(beat)
That could have been
dangerous Jeremy. Why don't
you go upstairs and let me
finish up?
Jeremy starts back to the barbell.
JEREMY
I'll take it off. I'll help
you right.
He slips off the safety collar.
JEREMY
You think you could have
beaten up Bruce Lee?
David hears the SOUND OF THE WEIGHTS SLIDING OFF THE BAR BEHIND HIM.
DAVID
No.
JEREMY
I mean if you knew karate?
DAVID
No Jeremy.
JEREMY
What if he wasn't aloud to
kick and you were really mad
at him?
Jeremy is breathing hard again as he finishes with the weights and comes around
to David.
David lays back.
DAVID
No.
David takes hold of the bar. Lifts it off the armrest. Brings it down. His arms
are straining hard again. He raises it and lowers it two time; it takes a sizable
effort. The weights bang down onto the armrest.
David sits up.
DAVID
How much did you take off?
JEREMY
I lied.
Beat.
DAVID
You added?
Jeremy nods, "Yes" slowly.
David turns completely around and looks at the barbell. He counts the black discs
on the steel bar. Beat.
Nobody says anything for a long time.
JEREMY(soft)
How much is it?
DAVID(soft)
Two hundred and seventy.
David just stares at the black steel circles on the metal bar. Jeremy comes and
sits on the bench next to his father. They both stare at the weight. Beat.
JEREMY(dead serious)
Let's put more.
Beat.
DAVID
Okay.
CUT TO:
INT. BASEMENT - EARLY EVENING
David's fingers wrap around the cold metal of the bar. He leans his head forward
and looks to Jeremy.
DAVID
Why don't you move back a
bit? Just to be safe.
Jeremy moves back to the bottom of the stairs leading up to the house. He waits.
Another deep breath as David heaves. The weight CLINKS as it comes off the arm
rest. David is full out straining now as he lowers and raises it. His arms begin
to tremble as he lifts it for the second time. BANG the weight lands back safely
onto the rest.
David sits up. He looks at his son whose eyes are wide. Beat.
JEREMY
More?
Beat. David nods, "Yes."
CUT TO:
INT. BASEMENT - EARLY EVENING
An enormous amount of black discs sits on the bar. David's hands are gripping the
metal.
He talks to Jeremy who stands in his position at the bottom of the stairs without
looking at him.
DAVID
You should never try
anything like this. You know
that right?
Jeremy nods, "Yes."
DAVID
What do you do if something
happens?
JEREMY(soft)
Get mom.
David nods, "yes" before starting his deep breathing. He takes one last breath.
CLINK the weights comes off the rest. His arms are trembling immediately now. His
face is locked in a grimace as he brings the bar down to his chest and back up
again two times before dropping it onto the armrest.
He slowly sits up.
DAVID
How many did you put on that
time?
JEREMY(soft)
All of it.
DAVID
There's no more left?
Jeremy nods, "no" in a slight daze. Beat. David looks around his basement.
DAVID
What else can we use?
CUT TO:
INT. BASEMENT - EARLY EVENING
A set of two unopened MAB satin finish paint cans are dangling by their metal
handles on the outside of each side of the weights.
The fours cans sway a little as the bar is heaved off of David's chest. His arms
are shaking hard. He raises the weight to it's apex and brings it down again. It
touches his chest and rises up again. David's red strained face exhales
powerfully as he straightens his arms.
The bar lands on the armrest with A CRASH. The paint cans make METAL SQUEAKS as
they swing to stillness, one at a time. Beat.
David sits up and turns back to the weights. His mouth moves as he calculates the
discs and the cans.
His lips stop moving. Beat.
JEREMY(soft)
How much is it?
David doesn't react.
JEREMY(soft)
How much is it dad?
It takes a second for David to register the question. He looks to his son. Beat.
DAVID(soft)
About three hundred and
forty.
David turns and looks at his son. Jeremy's mouth is slightly open. He gazes at
his dad. Awe in his tiny eyes.
CUT TO:
INT. BATHROOM - EVENING
David sits on the edge of the bathroom tub. He's just showered and wearing jeans
and a t-shirt. He sits still with his elbows resting on his knees, staring at the
white tiles of the floor.
THE PHONE RINGS.
David gets up and walks out of the bathroom. He picks up the phone and stands in
the bathroom doorway.
DAVID
Yeah, hello.
WOMAN(on phone)
Is David Dunne there?
Beat.
DAVID
Megan?
MEGAN(on phone)
Yes. Is this David?
DAVID
Yeah? Megan where are you
calling from?
MEGAN(on phone)
My name is Megan Inverso. We
went to college together.
David looks at the phone. The lights for line ONE and line TWO are glowing RED.
David squints his eyes as he pieces together the situation. Beat.
He moves back into the bathroom. The cord stretches as he takes his seat on the
edge of the bathtub.
DAVID
I remember you.
MEGAN(on phone)
I was hoping you would call
me, but... Anyway I decided
not to wait.
(beat)
I was thinking, it might be
nice to go to dinner
together.
Beat.
MEGAN(soft)
...Hello?
Beat.
DAVID
Yeah it might be nice.
We hear A SOUND ON THE OTHER END OF THE PHONE. A SOUND MUCH LIKE AN EXHALE.
CUT TO:
INT. CHINESE RESTAURANT - LATE EVENING
The local Chinese restaurant. Red and gold plastic dragons hang from the ceiling.
A couple late-nighters are at the bar. Megan and David are two of a handful of
people left dining in the restaurant. They're a little dressed up. Megan looks
kind of stunning.
DAVID
...When you work with
clients on machines, do they
sometimes just jump up a
level or two? Do something
they didn't know they were
capable of?
MEGAN
Not often, but it is
possible. Most people get
scared when they see the
shadow of their limits. They
don't know how long the
shadow really is. They don't
know how far away the real
limits are standing... They
stop out of fear.
David nods as he takes it in. Beat. He looks down at his plate and twirls his lo
mein onto a fork. Megan watches him.
MEGAN
This is kind of strange
isn't it?
David nods, "yes" before taking the bite.
MEGAN
We're not even acting like
ourselves.
David touches his mouth with his napkin.
MEGAN
Like that. Your mouth's
dirty. You tapped your
napkin to your lips. You
only do that when you're
with someone you don't know.
David looks down at his napkin.
DAVID
What do I do when I'm around
someone I know?
MEGAN
You use your sleeve.
They both smile at each other. Beat.
WOMAN(o.s.)
Megan?
David and Megan look over to the only other table of late night diners as they
get up from their table. A woman about Megan's age walks over to her.
WOMAN
I thought it was you.
MEGAN
Hi.
(to David)
This is Claire. Her son is
in Jeremy's class. Claire
and I worked on the school
food drive together.
DAVID
Hello.
CLAIRE smiles as she stares at David. She turns to Megan.
CLAIRE(mouths)
He's cute.
Claire turns back to David.
CLAIRE
I'm very happy about this.
Megan mentioned to me she
was considering dating
again.
Megan becomes still.
CLAIRE(to David)
I'm sorry, what's your name?
Beat. David doesn't look up.
DAVID
David.
CLAIRE
David?
MEGAN
This is my husband.
Beat. All three people become frozen in silence.
Claire looks to Megan.
CLAIRE(soft)
I am so sorry.
Megan nods.
Claire quietly walks away form the table and joins her group as they leave the
restaurant. Beat.
Megan and David are the last one's left. They sit silently in their booth. Megan
looks at David's face. He's shaken.
He slowly takes a sip of water and then taps his mouth with napkin.
CUT TO:
INT. FRONT DOOR - NIGHT
It's late. NO LIGHTS ARE ON EXCEPT THE ONE IN THE HALL. The babysitter has black
dyes hair and Buddy Holly glasses. David waits as she puts on her jacket.
DYED HAIR GIRL
He ate about six of those
chocolate covered doughnut
holes with his milk. He said
he only had three, but I
know he had six.
DAVID
Okay.
David is not paying attention to the girl. He watches as his wife takes off her
coat and heads to the guest room. She turns before entering the room. David and
his wife make eye contact.
MEGAN(soft)
Goodnight.
David nods. Megan goes into her room. The guest door closes softly.
David finds the babysitter looking at him with an odd expression.
DYED HAIR GIRL
My parents sleep in separate
beds.
David reaches into his wallet and hands the girl money.
DAVID
Thank you.
David opens the front door for her.
DYED HAIR GIRL
By the way, Jeremy went to
sleep in his room tonight.
DAVID
His room?
The baby sitter nods with a smile as she walks out the front door.
CUT TO:
INT. JEREMY'S BEDROOM
David walks into the darkened child's bedroom. The lump on the bed turns when he
hears movement. He smiles when he sees David.
JEREMY(whispered)
I'm sleeping in my room.
DAVID(soft)
I see.
JEREMY(whispered)
I'm not scared.
DAVID(soft)
That's great.
JEREMY(whispered)
Do you know why?
David nods, "No."
JEREMY(whispered)
I know now.
DAVID(soft)
Know what?
JEREMY(whispered)
You're secret identity.
(beat)
That man was right.
Beat. David just stares at his son. Jeremy's eyes start to close.
DAVID
Jeremy.
Jeremy opens his eyes.
DAVID(soft)
There are big guys in almost
every gym who can lift that
much.
Beat. Jeremy's eyes start to shut.
JEREMY(whispered)
You could have lifted more.
(his eyes close)
...Don't worry, I won't tell
anyone.
Jeremy Dunne falls asleep. David Dunne stands in the darkness of his son's room.
Posters of comic book heroes don the walls around him.
CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT
Elijah's cheek rests against two pristine white pillows. He looks exhausted. His
eyes are fixed on some abstract point in the room. WE HEAR SOUNDS OF A HOSPITAL.
The torso of a PHYSICIAN can be seen on the other side of the bed. We hear him
speak but never see his face.
PHYSICIAN(o.s.)
...fracture of the proximal
phalanx of the little finger
as well as multiple
fractures of the sixth,
seventh, and eighth ribs.
The worst of the injury,
however, was sustained to
the left leg in the form of
a spiral fracture. There
were fourteen breaks. It
simply shattered...
ELIJAH
They call me Mr. Glass.
Beat.
PHYSICIAN(o.s.)
Who does?
ELIJAH
Kids.
Elijah just keeps staring.
PHYSICIAN(o.s.)
Shall I continue?
Beat. Elijah's head nods the slightest bit up and down.
PHYSICIAN(o.s.)
Pins were placed throughout
the length of the leg. The
use of a wheelchair will be
needed for a two month
period. The use of crutches
will follow for twelve to
fourteen months. Hospital
stay will range from five to
eight days followed by nine
to twelve months of physical
therapy. Prescribed
medication for pain
management will take the
usual forms of...
The PHYSICIAN'S WORDS FADE AWAY as Elijah continues to gaze at an abstract point
in the room.
FADE TO BLACK:
INT. PHYSICAL THERAPY CENTER - LATE MORNING
WE EMERGE FROM DARKNESS TO FIND OURSELVES IN THE PHYSICAL THERAPY CENTER.
A CO-WORKER finds Megan working with an elderly gentleman who's laboring on a
stationary bike.
JANIS
Your ten o'clock is here.
The hospital discharged him
this morning.
MEGAN
Thanks.
The co-worker takes Megan's position by the elderly man.
Megan crosses the physical therapy center. A man in a wheel chair waits by her
office. She walks up to him with a smile.
MEGAN
Elijah right?
Elijah's leg is immobilized by a metal brace and held straight. Under his shirt
we see the wrappings around his ribs. His left pinky is in a splint. He smiles
and nods, "yes" to Megan.
CUT TO:
INT. STADIUM LOCKER ROOM - LATE MORNING
David Dunne stands in security uniform by a set of double doors that leads into
the players locker room.
Three walls of the locker room are lined with shiny lockers. One side of the room
has benches and massage tables. The far end of the room has work out equipment.
About twenty players and trainers are scattered throughout the spacious room lost
in their own pre-game rituals.
David watches as a massive muscular player takes a seat on the massage table and
removes his dress shirt. His body is covered in old bruises. He lays down,
wincing a bit from the pain. A trainer begins to massage him.
David just stares at the battered athlete. His gaze moves across the room. Beat.
David stares at something in the crowded room then he starts towards it.
He moves through the room of players and trainers. He moves to the one area of
the large room not occupied by anyone.
David comes to a step at the foot of an Olympic bench press. Racks and racks of
free weights sit behind the press.
David looks down at the thick silver bar. Three large black plates are on either
side. Six in all.
David looks back and glances at the double doors where he should be standing.
Beat. He looks to the twenty or so players and trainers in the room. Some of the
players have headphones on. Some are staring into space. A couple are on cell
phones...
No one notices David Dunne as he reaches for a forty-five pound black plate off
the weight rack.
The huge disc slides onto the bar with almost NO SOUND...
A matching forty-five pound disc goes on the other side...
And then David adds another. He matches it on the other side...
THE BENCH CREAKS just the slightest bit as David takes a seat.
No one notices the security guard lay back on the bench.
David's hands take hold of the shiny bar.
He closes his eyes...
David's arms become tense. He pushes against the weight. It doesn't move.
His face turns deep red. He opens his eyes and stares at the bar as he keeps
training. His face and arms are shaking... He keeps staring... focusing.
And then, without any fanfare, the bar lifts off the arm rest.
The weight hovers over David. He lowers it to his chest for a second time. His
arms aren't shaking anymore. He pushes the weights back up.
He carefully brings the bar back to the arm rest. It touches down with the
smallest of CLINKS.
David's fingers uncurl from the bar.
David lets out two slow soft breaths as he counts the thick black discs.
DAVID(whispers)
Four ten... four
forty-five...
(beat)
Five hundred.
Beat. David sits up in a daze.
He finds the entire room of athletes and trainers staring at him. Some of the
players have stood up. Everyone stares as David Dunne with the same quiet
disbelief in their eyes.
CUT TO:
INT. PHYSICAL THERAPY CENTER - AFTERNOON
Megan and Elijah are in the far corner of the room. They're separated from the
other clients. Megan is seated on an exercise machine. Elijah is in his wheel
chair facing her.
MEGAN
We're going to prevent any
substantial atrophy of your
good leg with this.
(She taps the machine)
It works the quadriceps.
ELIJAH
How long have you been
married?
Megan is taken off guard by the question. She stares at Elijah. Beat.
MEGAN
Twelve years.
ELIJAH
How did you get together?
Elijah smiles warmly. Megan smiles softly back.
MEGAN
A car accident.
Elijah smiles even bigger.
ELIJAH
Now you're going to have to
tell me more.
MEGAN
...See my husband was a big
football star in college and
we were in an accident
together. Our car flipped on
an icy road. We were both
injured. He couldn't play
football anymore.
(beat)
If that hadn't happened, we
wouldn't have been together.
ELIJAH
How so?
MEGAN
Football wasn't the kind of
life I wanted... For ten
years I'd be by the phone
waiting for a call telling
me he broke his neck in a
practice game. And if it
wasn't that call, it would
be a call telling me he blew
out his knee or suffered his
third concussion. I've seen
way too much of it in my
job... I can barely take it
when my clients are in pain.
(beat)
I don't hate the game. I
admire the amount of skill
it involved and, like
everyone else, I was in awe
of how he could play it, but
I couldn't give him my heart
and then have something
happen to him. And it always
does with that game.
(beat)
It's not a thing many people
would understand.
ELIJAH
You and my mother would have
a special connection.
MEGAN
Any way, fate stepped in and
took football out of the
equation.
ELIJAH
...And everyone lived
happily ever after.
Beat.
MEGAN
Sort of.
Beat.
ELIJAH
What part of David's body
was injured?
Beat. Megan's eyes become utterly still.
MEGAN
Who said my husband's name
is David?
CUT TO:
INT. STADIUM - AFTERNOON
Eleven football players in white and green battle eleven football players in blue
and gray on the field. A sold out stadium watches the event.
David stands at the lip of a tunnel that opens out onto the upper section of the
second level. Waves of people move from their seats through the tunnel to the
bathrooms and concession stands and back again.
David stares to the side away from the movement, his shoulder leaned up against
the wall. He looks over at the constant movement of spectators through the
tunnel.
Beat. His shoulder leaves the wall. He STEPS OUT into the stream of people.
Shoulders and arms bump into him and brush by him as they move.
David's eyes are looking down - his expression still - like he's listening.
He continues into the dead center of the tunnel. He's in the heaviest part of the
movement now. Fans continue to brush against him as they pass.
And then it happens... A stocky woman bumps into him.
FLASH CUT: AN IMAGE OF THE STOCKY WOMAN IN A BATHROBE STANDING IN A KITCHEN.
SHE'S HOLDING THE SHOULDER OF A FIVE YEAR OLD BOY STANDING NEXT TO HER. HE'S
CRYING UNCONTROLLABLY.
THEY BOTH ARE LOOKING DOWN AT THE KITCHEN TABLE WHERE THREE THINGS ARE LAID
OUT... A BELT, A HANGER, AND AN EXTENSION CORD.
STOCKY WOMAN
Choose.
SLAM CUT BACK TO PRESENT:
We're back with David in the crowd. He turns and watches the stocky woman walk
down the tunnel. She's holding the wrist of her five year old son. She yanks it
quickly and violently to keep the boy close at her side. She and the boy dissolve
into the crowd.
CUT TO:
INT. PHYSICAL THERAPY CENTER - AFTERNOON
Elijah and Megan sit very still.
ELIJAH
There have been three major
disasters in this city over
the last four years. I've
followed each one of them...
A Seven-three-seven crashes
on take off. One hundred and
seventy-two die. No
survivors... A hotel fire
downtown. Two hundred and
eleven die. No survivors...
And am Amtrak train derails
seven and half miles outside
of the city. One hundred and
thirty one die. One
survivor. He is unharmed.
(beat)
I've spoken with your
husband about his survival.
I suggested a rather
unbelievable explanation.
Since then, I've come to
believe, that my
explanation, however
unbelievable, is in fact,
true.
MEGAN
And what was that
explanation?
Beat.
ELIJAH
It's a mediocre time Mrs.
Dunne. People are starting
to lose hope. It's hard for
many to believe that
extraordinary things live
inside themselves as well as
others... I hope you can
keep an open mind?
Beat.
MEGAN(soft)
Is this a religious thing?
ELIJAH
I own a comic book museum.
It's called the Limited
Edition.
MEGAN(smiles)
For a second there I thought
you were a fanatic.
ELIJAH
I believe comic books are
based loosely on reality -
I believe there are real
life equivalents of the
heroes in those books that
walk the earth - I believe
your husband is one of those
individuals.
Beat. Megan becomes utterly still.
ELIJAH
I'm glad you brought up fate
Mrs. Dunne. I'm becoming a
strong believer in it...
See, David refuses to speak
with me any longer... And
when I saw your name on my
insurance list of approved
physical therapists... It
was like fate had
intervened...
(beat)
We were meant to speak to
each other.
CUT TO:
INT. STADIUM - AFTERNOON
David lets the waves of people move by him in the tunnel.
A MAN WITH GRAY EYES and wearing a dark blue sweat shirt carries a cardboard tray
of nachos and drinks. He brushes David's arm as he passes.
FLASH CUT: THE IMAGE OF THE GREY EYED MAN WEARING A BLOOD SPLATTERED T-SHIRT IN
A MEN'S BATHROOM. HE'S VIOLENTLY KICKING ANOTHER MAN CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR OF A
TOILET STALL.
HE STOPS KICKING. HE GLARES DOWN WITH POWERFUL GRAY EYES.
SWEAT SHIRT MAN(whispers)
This is my house, bitch.
These are my customers.
SLAM CUT BACK TO PRESENT:
The gray eyes man in the blue sweat shirt pauses with nachos in hand at the top
of the stairs to locate his seats. Beat.
David walks the five feet between them and taps him on the shoulder. People
continue to stream by as the man turns to face David. The man's GRAY EYES go from
David's face to the security emblem on his shirt. The man's face becomes still.
GRAY EYED MAN
Yeah?
David stares hard at the man in front of him.
DAVID
We've had some problems with
drug selling in this
stadium.
(beat)
Would you mind if I checked
the pockets of your
sweatshirt?
The gray eyed man stands eerily still with his nachos and drinks. The two men
just stare at each other, evaluating the situation. People move in both
directions around them, unaware.
The gray eyes man holds his tray of food to the side and raises his arms slowly.
David steps forward and reaches into his pockets. Beat. David pulls his hands out
from the pockets. They're empty.
The gray eyes man brings his arms down. Beat.
The walkie on David's hip COMES TO LIFE. David reaches down and pulls it off his
belt without removing his eyes from the man in front of him. David brings the
walkie to his mouth.
DAVID(into walkie)
Yeah?
WALKIE(o.s.)
There's a message for you at
the office. Your kid was
hurt.
David's face changes.
DAVID(into walkie)
When?
WALKIE(o.s.)
Just now. They want you to
come down to his school.
David lowers the walkie from his face. The gray eyed man has a slight smile on.
Beat.
GRAY EYED MAN
Why don't you go take care
of your business?
The gray eyed man takes a bite of a nacho as he stares at David.
GRAY EYED MAN
And dude, no one carries
their merchandise on them
any more. They got
messengers for that shit
now.
(beat)
That's what they tell me.
The gray eyed man in the blue sweat shirt turns and starts down the stairs to his
seat. He raises his fist in the air as someone scores a touchdown on the field.
CUT TO:
INT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL NURSE'S RECEPTION AREA - AFTERNOON
Jeremy is seated in a chair with abrasions and cuts on his face. He sits next to
a smaller boy with a thermometer in his mouth.
They're both looking at the glass window of the nurse's private office. There are
tow people inside talking. David and A WHITE HAIRED NURSE.
The THERMOMETER BOY pulls the thermometer out of his mouth.
THERMOMETER BOY
Is that your dad?
Jeremy nods "Yes."
THERMOMETER BOY
I bet my dad can beat up you
dad.
Jeremy turns to the thermometer boy.
JEREMY
I don't think so.
CUT TO:
INT. NURSE'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON
NURSE
...No, he insisted we only
call you.
(beat)
Though it took us a while to
track down your number. It's
not on file here.
DAVID
Megan handles that type of
stuff.
NURSE
What stuff is that?
DAVID
Jeremy's stuff.
David feels uncomfortable as the nurse just stares at him. Beat. David rises from
his seat.
DAVID
So do I need to put any
smelly ointments on him or
anything?
The white haired nurse nods, "no."
NURSE
It's more emotional damage.
It wasn't very serious
physically.
David nods.
NURSE
Nothing like when I
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