127 Hours Page #3

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EXT. DESERT. DAY.

His bike pummels the canyon landscape and you get a sense of

the exhilaration this man gets from pitting himself alone

against what nature can offer. He's clearly a fit and daring

young man and these are his kicks.

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EXT. DESERT. DAY.

Even uphill he hammers his way up the sandstone. Gasping for

oxygen, his legs screaming for rest, he pushes and pushes

until the crest and then down, down, instant speed and he can

suck on his water again. Part of a massive clan who define

themselves not by what they are, but by what they do. In a

way, he's an action movie personified and the opening should

be shot and cut to provide adrenaline in spadefuls.

Until...

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EXT. DESERT. DAY.

Suddenly, he hits a sand trap and hurtles forward over the

handle bars, face first into the sand, his toe clips and

momentum brings the bike with him. The bike has him trapped

on the desert floor like a takedown in wrestling. He submits,

landing nose deep in the sand. He sits up, looks around

quickly to see if anyone saw. Pulls out his camera from his

bag and takes a a self-portrait snap of the mess.

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EXT. DESERT. DAY.

At what seems like the only tree for miles he U-locks his

bike in the shade, pockets the keys, scoffs a muffin and

heads off into the desert.

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6.

EXT. GULLEY CREST. DAY.

He approaches the crest of a sand gulley and sees below him,

just 30 yards down the canyon, 2 fellow hikers. He looks

around. All of them in the middle of nowhere it seems.

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EXT. APPROACH TO BLUE JOHN CANYON. DAY.

He can see now it's 2 girls passing a map back and forth

between them. He rushes towards them, initially above them as

he walks along side. They're aware of him before he arrives:

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