1 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...
2 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.
3 INT. SHOWER - MORNING 3
Spooner turns his face into the jet of water.
4 INT. BATHROOM - MORNING 4
Shaves with a razor. Using his left hand. Knicks the cleft
of his chin. Shit.
5 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.
8 EXT./INT. MONORAIL - MORNING 8
Spooner stepping onto a sleek, densely packed TRAIN. Looks
down at his feet. A trampled flyer on the ground. From the
Anti-Robot League: METAL MONSTERS SECRET FACTORY REVEALED!
A Robot gets up. To offer him his seat. Spooner. Turns his
back on him as we PULL BACK from the window to REVEAL...
9 EXT. CITY SCAPE/MONORAIL - CONTINUOUS 9
The TRAIN hurtling toward DOWNTOWN. Soaring, gravity-defying
OFFICE BUILDINGS dominate the skyline. Older buildings
wedged among the new. All protected by huge glass and steel
As we get closer congested roads and freeways begin to
disappear below ground into a series of subterranean tunnels.
The "old" streets have become huge, spacious plazas.
10 EXT. POLICE H.Q. - PLAZA - MORNING 10
Spooner moves with the CROWD towards the doors of the aging
Police Headquarters. Modern additions have been made to the
original facade -- creating an ungainly architectural mess.
11 INT. POLICE H.Q. - HOMICIDE UNIT - MORNING 11
A vast open plan situation room lined on one side by a series
of glass-enclosed rooms. On the other side a GIANT SCREEN
with real time video of various streets and buildings.
Spooner arrives at his desk. Unlike the others, it's a mess.
A slender computer screen curving along the front of it.
Several electronic messages say the same thing:
LT. BERGIN (O.S.)
Ever heard the phrase "lead by
Spooner looks up. LIEUTENANT JOHN BERGIN stands in front of
his desk, holding up a CITATION with a photo of Spooner
giving that traffic signal the finger.
Doesn't ring a bell.
(pointing to Spooner's
It's on your badge.
Spooner takes the citation. Drops it into a drawer filled
with about fifty others.
The traffic division filed an
official complaint this morning.
The traffic division is a machine.
Look, I know there's going to be an
adjustment period, Del...
I'll send them a letter of apology.
Maybe some flowers. A box of
JUST THEN Spooner's phone RINGS. He throws Bergin a look.
Then snatches up the receiver.
12 EXT. U.S. ROBOTICS - ESTABLISHING - DAY 12
A sprawling glass and metal complex covering many city
blocks. The entrance is a large plaza filled with PEOPLE and
13 INT. U.S. ROBOTICS - METAL CORRIDOR - DAY 13
An elevator opens with a whoosh. Spooner steps out into a
featureless corridor. His footsteps, echoing. He stops at a
set of OPPOSING DOORS. Looks over at one, when the other
14 INT. U.S. ROBOTICS - PLUSH CONFERENCE ROOM - CONTINUOUS 14
A warm, mahogany-paneled room. In sharp contrast to the cold
metal space outside. Spooner steps inside. At the end of a
long conference table sits an OLD MAN. Sparkling blue eyes.
Hello, there. Please come in.
It's alright. You can sit. Sit.
Spooner doesn't. Looks around the room. The Old Man lifts
up a coffee pot. Pours some coffee into a single cup.
You're offering me a cup of coffee?
Yes. But you are to say, "No,
Spooner nods a little. The Old Man raises the coffee to his
lips, but doesn't take a sip.
No. Thank you.
As you wish.
The Old Man takes a sip. He doesn't move. There is no
movement except for a whisper of steam rising from the coffee
You want to tell me something about
Dr. Hogenmiller? About his death?
The Old Man smiles.
I want to tell you that his death
was not a suicide.
And why do you say that?
Why? Because I want you to know
I understand that. But what
specifically leads you to believe
that he didn't commit suicide?
Spooner shifts his weight. Agitated.
Under normal circumstances that
wouldn't be enough to get you a
But this is not "normal
circumstances," is it, Detective
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