On a DEEP...DEEP...DARKNESS. 1
A FLICKER. Of LIGHT. Off to the side. Just barely.
Noticeable. ORANGE...YELLOW...as we realise...It.s FIRE...
A SOUND. Something SHATTERING...
Then. A DISEMBODIED VOICE. Muted. We can.t quite make out
What it.s saying. As it gets LOUDER. And LOUDER. When we
You are in danger...
INT. SPOONER.S APARTMENT - CLOSE ON 2
DEL SPOONER.S FACE. His eyes, snapping open. His face,
covered in sweat.
PULL BACK to REVEAL him lying in bed. Sheets, tangled around
his legs. Alarm clock, playing something relentlessly
Spooner slaps it off. Sits up. Wincing. Bends his RIGHT
ARM. Stiff. He reaches for a BOTTLE OF PILLS. Shakes out a
couple and swallows them. Trying to forget. That dream.
You are in danger...
He rubs his hands over his face. Gets out of bed. His
apartment, basic. Unremarkable. Bearing the signs of
someone who lives alone. Shades drawn. A little messy.
INT. SHOWER - MORNING 3
Spooner turns his face into the jet of water.
INT. BATHROOM - MORNING 4
Shaves with a razor. Using his left hand. Knicks the cleft
of his chin. Shit.
INT. KITCHEN - MORNING 5
Stares down at the single egg in a saucepan. Waiting for it
6 INT. HALLWAY - MORNING 6
Heads down the hallway. Looping a knotted tie around his
neck. Kicks some neglected mail from the door and reaches
for the handle. Takes a deep breath and...
7 EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - MORNING 7
...steps outside. Into the flow of COMMUTERS heading for the
elevated trains. Elbow to elbow. A river of humanity.
Spooner moves along, like everyone else. Suddenly. His
shoulders tense. That feeling at the back of his neck. He
turns and sees...
A ROBOT. Just behind him. Humanoid in design, but still
obviously a machine. Metal and synthetic casings covering
hydraulic muscles. The thing senses his stare. Looks up
with a muted WHIR...
Good day, sir...
Spooner. Speeds up his pace. Weaving through the crowd to
lose the robot.
We now realise this is THE FUTURE. Towering apartment
buildings block the sun. The street packed with traffic.
PEDESTRIANS wearing their computers like form-fitting
portable offices. Spooner throws a look at his surroundings:
Up high an INDUSTRIAL ROBOT rolls down the side of a building
A WORK CREW of oddly-shaped RUBE GOLDBERG ROBOTS efficiently
repairs the street. No human supervision.
A ROBOTIC CLEAN-UP CREW. Lumbering along the sidewalk.
Scrubbing, sweeping. Emptying trash...
Humanoid ROBOTS dotting the crowd. Following their owners.
Walking slowly, deliberately. Carrying boxes. Groceries.
Stamped on all the ROBOTS. SIDES, a LOGO: III LAWS SAFE.
Spooner stops to wait at a light with other PEDESTRIANS.
Directly in front of him, a LITTLE GIRL clutches her father.s
neck. She smiles big at Spooner. Front teeth missing.
But it.s not her father. It.s her ROBOT CARETAKER. The
robot turns. Looks at the girl.
You are not allowed to talk to
Spooner, disgusted. Has had enough. He steps off the curb
THE TRAFFIC SIGNAL swivels around. Training its large
digital EYE on him:
Please return to the sidewalk.
Spooner dodges several cars on his way across the street.
Please return to the sidewalk...
The traffic signal, tracking him.
You are in violation of city
Spooner throws up his hand. Flipping it the bird just as
SNAP! It takes his picture.