The Truman Show Page #5

Tyrone tries not to let his disappointment show as Truman pays

the Cashier and exits.

TYRONE:

See ya tomorrow, Truman.

EXT. CITY PARK. DAY.

TRUMAN eats lunch alone on a concrete bench in a cement park.

From his briefcase he pulls out an old hardcovered book, "To The

Ends Of The Earth - The Age Of Exploration".

A TRANSIENT in a wheelchair approaches, looking for a handout.

Truman gives the homeless man half of his sandwich, reconsiders

and gives him it all, his appetite gone. As the transient

wheels himself away, Truman loses himself in his book.

INT. A DIMLY-LIT ROOM SOMEWHERE. DAY.

Close up on an old man's face. CHRISTOF. Hair pure white,

late-sixties, a vitality in his eyes that belies his years.

He stands beside a floor-to-ceiling window in a dimly-lit room.

Outside the window, a single palm tree swaying against a deep

blue Californian sky. A news anchor-style earpiece disappears

down the neck of the unconventionally-cut suit he wears.

Suspended from the ceiling above his head is a television

monitor upon which a surveillance picture of Truman, engrossed

in his book, silently plays.

CHLOE, twenty-something, androgenous-looking, similarly-suited,

joins Christof at the window.

CHRISTOF:

(never taking his eyes

from the monitor)

You ever pass a car wreck on the side of the

road? They're pulling out a body. You know

you shouldn't look, but you do.

INT. A CONFERENCE ROOM SOMEWHERE. DAY.

A group of a dozen MEN and WOMEN of varying ages sit around

a circular conference table in a sterile, windowless meeting

room. All stare at a single telephone placed in the center of

the table, anticipating a call. On cue, the phone rings and one

of the men, after waiting for the second ring, picks up.

MAN:

Hello?...I'm sorry, I got more than enough

insurance.

He hangs up. After a moment the phone rings again.

INT. INSURANCE COMPANY. DAY.

TRUMAN sits at his desk, making a cold call.

TRUMAN:

(into receiver)

...this isn't about insurance, this is

about the great variable - when will

death occur? Could be a week, a month,

a year. Could happen today...A sunbather,

minding his own business, gets stabbed in

the heart by the tip of a runaway beach

umbrella...No way you can guard against

that kinda thing, no way at all...

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