
Sphere
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1998
- 134 min
- 457 Views
EXT. STREET IN GEORGETOWN - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
Fog hangs above the street, amongst the streetlamps. Apartment
buildings line the curb, it is very quiet. In one building, six floors
up, a bedroom light is on. WE SEE the silhouette of Norman's WIFE
looking out the window.
WIFE (O.S.)
What kind of a crash was it?
NORMAN (O.S.)
You seen my suitcase?
WIFE (O.S.)
There's nothing on the news about a
crash. Did he say what airline?
NORMAN (O.S.)
He didn't say much at all. Honey --
WIFE (O.S.)
In the closet. I don't understand,
Norman -- why would they call you?
NORMAN (O.S.)
Don't be so supportive, honey.
WIFE (O.S.)
Well, I can't imagine five years of
unemployment --
NORMAN (O.S.)
Four. Four years --
WIFE (O.S.)
Four years of unemployment would
look too good on a resume.
NORMAN (O.S.)
Keep watching the news. Are you
watching the news?
WIFE (O.S.)
How are you getting to the airport?
You need money for the bus?
A tinted-window black SEDAN travels down the street, pulls up in front
of the apartment building. A U.S. NAVY decal is on the door.
WIFE (O.S.)
There's a U.S. Navy car outside,
Norman.
NORMAN (O.S.)
What?
WIFE (O.S.)
Was it a military crash?
NORMAN (O.S.)
I don't know.
WIFE (O.S.)
They never used to send a Navy car.
CUT TO:
THE LOUD, HARD CHOPPING OF A HELICOPTER PROPELLER
Blinding sunlight, as the helicopter WHIPS by, speeding above the
Pacific Ocean.
INT. HELICOPTER - DAY
Norman, 53, disheveled, unshaven, sits in the back. He studies a
pamphlet in his hand: "AIRCRASH SURVIVAL: HOW TO COPE". The PILOT, in
the cockpit, turns to him.
PILOT:
What kinda work you in, Dr. Johnson?
Norman quickly stuffs the pamphlet into his dufflebag.
NORMAN:
I'm in psychology. Was. Still am
really, just been a while.
(beat)
PILOT:
Oh, so you're that Dr. Johnson.
NORMAN:
You've heard of me?
PILOT:
Well, everybody's been talking about
that report you wrote.
NORMAN:
What report?
PILOT:
Huh?
NORMAN:
What report?
PILOT:
You mean you don't know?
NORMAN:
Know what?
The pilot glances back at him again.
PILOT:
Must be another Johnson then. Been
flying so many scientists out here
-- can't keep everyone straight.
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