1BLUE SKY WITH CLOUDS
PAN DOWN to reveal:
2EXT - SALTFLATS - DAY
A flat horizon, stretching to infinity.
A 360 degree pan reveals: nothing. Deserted, no hiding places. No animals, no
humans, no objects. Except in mid distance --
3RED PHONE BOX
brightly painted, traditional, comforting, belongs in a village green. Perfectly
ordinary -- except for its location.
Silence. Only the wind over the plain. Except --
The PHONE RINGS.
RING-RING ... a mellow, old-fashioned tone. We wait for someone to answer it. But
of course nothing and nobody for miles. Except --
a CAR ENGINE ... A puff of smoke on the horizon ... VA-VA-VOOM of high geared
acceleration, as INTO VIEW
speeding like a bullet. Driven at maximum, breakneck speed, 125 mph. A petite open
top '65 Lotus Elan, all streamlined curves, full throttle, it nears the phone box, and --
SCREECHES to a halt.
Dust clears, ENGINE NOISE FADES. From the seat, hops --
in black leather.
Buckled. Strap at ankle. Crunching into the ground.
PAN UP TO:
late 20's. In CLOSEUPS of -- Tight black leather catsuit. A flash of auburn hair.
Black leather like a second skin. Smoothed over legs, thighs. Buckled at wrists, straps
at ankles, zips --
Pulled up over flesh. This is EMMA PEEL, scientist. Sexual, invulnerable, cool. Very
cool. She locks up at clouds in the sky. Then steps across to the phone box. Picks up
How now brown cow ...
The rain in Spain falls mainly
on the plain ...
The quick brown fox jumped over
the lazy --
From the receiver, an irritated official voice.
Password affirmative. Thank you,
Emma puts down receiver. Hangs a cardboard outside the phone box. Then presses
button bakelite box.
A second's wait. A coin from the slot. Then a HUM as --
8INSIDE PHONE BOX
the floor lowers automatically. Emma disappears. Hanging outside the box, a notice
now reads "Out of Order."
Next to the call box we notice a sign: an arrow pointing into the desert: "London 84
underground. Emma descends on the lift platform; steps into a research lab in retro hi
tech. Walks past assistants, down long pink and orange steel corridors, Werner von
Braun goes disco. Nears a door, marked: "Prospero Project -- Authorized Personnel
Only." Logo with lightning emerging from a cloud.
10 FROM AIRLOCK DOOR
A man enters, older. In matching leather suit: like an astronaut. Early 40's, handsome,
charismatic, with swept-back silver-black hair. His name tag: DR. PETER PEEL.
Peter fixes her name tag: DR. EMMA PEEL; runs a finger down over her breast. She
Ready as I'll ever be ...
Mutual erotic, intellectual attraction. Peter takes her hand and they walk down:
11 LONG CORRIDOR
a series of sealed chambers inside a hitech Labyrinth --
A man joins them. A shyer, bespectacled, less handsome version of Peter. On his name
DR. VALENTINE PEEL -- brother and partner.
In b.g., a countdown starts, ECHOING thru the lab
Atmospheric pressure checked, antenna ready...
Thermal chamber ready ... Compression module
set ... Temperature control on course between
one and one forty ... Water turbulence steady ...
Valentine smiles, shrugs --
Good luck ... Peter ... Emma.
Thanks, Valentine ...
Emma gives him a quick peck on the cheek.
A shy look from Valentine at Emma. Peter senses