They've -- He's been kidnapped!
Paul, Little Paul, your grandson, inRome my God he's just a child -
The ticker-tape in Getty's hands stops moving.
They need to speak with you, it'svery urgent. The Italian police,
the boy's mother, they're on thephone right now.
A tremor of emotion in Getty's eyes. Then it's gone.
I'm not available.
The Secretary stares at him.
Excuse me, Mr. Getty?
The door, Nancy.
She closes the door as the tape in the Getty's fingertipsstarts to move again. We hear young Paul in VOICE-OVER:
To be a Getty is an extraordinarything.
EXT. AUTOSTRADA -- NIGHT
The little Fiat 600 (with Paul in the trunk) drives througha toll gate and onto the great Italian highway.
I know that because my grandpa told
INT. TUNNEL -- FLASHBACK -- DAY
J Paul Getty and the young Paul walk down a dark tunnel.
You're a Getty, Paul. A Getty isspecial. A Getty has a destiny. A
Getty is nobody's fool.
The boy gazes up at his grandfather reverently.
You see, my grandpa wasn't just therichest man in the world. He was
the richest man in the history of
EXT. SAUDI DESERT -- DAY
SAND DUNES undulate endlessly unto the horizon. We SOAR
OVER THEM until we find a singular figure standing amidstthe shifting sands: J Paul Getty.
My grandpa was the one who broughtthe oil out of the Saudi desert.
Everybody knew it was there, theyjust thought it couldn't be done.