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Niki Wurster Visit our Movie Scripts Page screenplay 451:http://www.geocities.com/~screenplay451/ Mao Guangqin 2 0 2000-01-23T13:25:00Z 2000-01-23T13:25:00Z 1 18904 107753 Pumpkin Software 897 215 132328 9.2504 21 6 磅 5.2 磅 0 0 THX-1138
The number 6949 appears on the screen.
2ND VOICE
Control ON.
1ST VOICE
No, evidently you reversed the polarity on his lobal
travel. Secure another sinex drop.
THX collapses into a heap, and starts to quiver. The word psynix appears, but the degree rating is rapidly climbing upward, approaching 4000.
1ST VOICE
4000 degrees is usually the point of...?
2ND VOICE
Vocasity.
1ST VOICE
No, Tetanty.
THX begins to scream soon after the numbers pass 4000. The numbers keep moving steadily until they stop; oscillating between 7980 and 8040.
1ST VOICE
It's very rare to see a nurl bond dissolve like that.
The numbers stabilize at 8020. THX is contorted into a very odd position on the floor. He is released, and he crumples into a heap... (trembling, and screaming.)
1ST VOICE
He's back to normal now.
ORGANALYSIS THEATRE
THX is strapped and clamped to an analysis table, mounted on
gimbles, similar to an operating table. He looks dazed, but fearful, and is
extremely clean and well scrubbed; almost raw. His head has been freshly
shaved.
What we can see of the room around him is full of mechanical and
medical apparatus – chrome and white enamel. We are in the midst of an
examination, although no other people are seen.
MED ANGLE
A mechanical arm tipped with a cotton pad is rubbed in THX's armpit.
It retracts, and another arm descends, injecting a needle into his armpit.
Simultaneously, blood samples are being obtained from the finger tips, and
forearm. The armpit needle has obtained a sample of clear limph fluid, and is
retracted into the ceiling.
All these movements are accompanied by the small, whirring,
mosquito-like sound of tiny torque motors.
CLOSE ANGLE
The arms descend again and fasten two strips of cellophane to THX's biceps. Then a clear plastic tube is inserted into one of his nostrils, and his mouth is sealed shut with a large black plastic clamp. THX's breathing becomes very difficult and he tries to resist, but is powerless. We hear the sound of a pump and a pink fluid is pumped through the tube and into THX.
CLOSER ANGLE
Tiny clamps are placed around THX's eyes and his eyelids are retracted. Two cups on long stems of colored wires are lowered and placed on his eyeballs. There is a slight pause and then the cups begin to vibrate. They stop then vibrate again.
STILL CLOSER ANGLE
The pump stops, and THX's other nostril is sealed. We hear the pump
again, only this time air is sent through the tube. THX's chest begins to
distend, and keeps distending until it seems his lungs can hold no more.
The pump stops, and THX exhales with one huge sigh. The cups on his
eyes also stop vibrating, and retract into the ceiling. The pump starts up
again filling his lungs with air. This time the pump passes the where it
stopped before, and begins to strain.
Finally it stops and lets THX exhale. The tube is retracted and his
mouth is unclamped. His lips are quivering.
EXTREMELY CLOSE SHOT
Two wires are placed deep into THX's chest, and his heart begins to beat very fast. An arm with an extremely sharp stylus starts to scrape a strange pattern on the inside of THX's forearm. Little beads of blood appear where the line was traced. A long flat needle descends and penetrates THX's solar plexus. When fully in, it rotates in eccentric circles for a few moments, and then retracts, leaving only a small drop of blood where it has been.
CLOSE SHOT
Another arm with a razor-sharp scalpel moves to THX's forearm and
delicately incises an almond shaped pattern on the skin. His heart, which has
been beating rapidly, suddenly slows to almost nothing.
The scalpel moves beneath the skin and frees the almond shaped section, lifting it into a small vile, and lifting it away. The two wires in THX's chest retract and his heartbeat returns to normal.
MED ANGLE
The entire process has been continually typed into a computer. At this point, a read out activates; which reads: "1138thx Diognosis-compatable. Rate: Excellent. Exceptions: Left kidney. (See detailed index 24-921)"
PRISON CHAMBER
THX lies sleeping. The sound of footsteps wakes him, and he jumps
up, crouching, staring into the white limbo.
As THX stares, a figure slowly appears out of the whiteness. It is
LUH. When she sees THX, she stops walking and stares at him. They watch one
another for a long while; finally THX stands.
THX
Are you... are you real? LUH?... LUH?
She rushes into his arms and they spin in an embrace. They kiss.
THX
Are you all right?
LUH looks at him, frightened and unable to answer.
THX
What did they do to you?
There is a long pause.
LUH
I'm going to have a child.
THX is alarmed.
THX
No... no, no.
LUH
Oh, THX... hold me, hold me,
THX holds her tightly, tears in his eyes. They kiss, and LUH hides her head in THX's chest.
THX
It's the end.
LUH
I'm not afraid... I'm not afraid.
THX
It's wrong; so wrong, what we've done...
He drops to the floor, clinging to her legs. He is crying.
THX
I didn't want this. How did it happen? Don't leave
me... stay here with me.
She goes down to him, embracing and comforting him.
LUH
You have to be strong.
(pause)
(softly)
You're going to have a son.
They both sit silently. She is rocking him in her arms.
EXTREME LONG SHOT
They lie huddled together in the vastness of the white limbo.
LONG SHOT
They kiss.
MED ANGLE
They become passionate and begin to take off each others clothes.
CLOSE ANGLE
They begin to make love.
CLOSER ANGLE
They make love.
The same image appears over a TV monitor.
VOICE
Neron activity has risen to +942 Carbon rating +22.3.
Tri-base off .732. Contrast...
The image returns to the white limbo.
THX and LUH are sleeping, cuddled next to one another. Faint
footsteps are heard, slowly getting louder. LUH wakes with a start. Muffled
voices are heard. LUH shakes THX awake.
A man dressed in yellow appears with two chrome policemen. THX and
LUH freeze in terror, still half asleep. The robot grab them and pull them to
their feet.
MAN
No person held to service in one section under the
laws thereof, escaping into another, shall, in consequence of any law or
regulation therein, be discharged from such service, but shall be delivered up
on claim of the party to whom such service may be due.
LUH is held as THX is taken away.
LUH
(crying out)
THX!
THX
(screaming)
No!... No!...
He is struggling as he disappears into the whiteness.
COURTROOM
THX is escorted by two chrome policemen down a hallway and into a
courtroom. It is rather dim and small – the twenty or so people in the room are
lit with narrow beams of light.
THX is seated in a large, highbacked chair. The Proctor reads the
charge in a ritualistic, sing-song voice which is only occasionally
understandable.
PROCTOR
1138 prefix THX charged with violation index 3278.927,
appendix 445 to 613. Drug evasion, malicious sexual perversion, unconditional
response and transgression. Justice proceed. Pontifex 606 presiding.
The Pontifex is sitting behind a high dais, with a large portrait of OMM in the background. He makes a ritualistic gesture.
PROCTOR
Begin.
PROSECUTOR
Mercicontrol respectfully places its evidence before
you.
He places four rolls of computer tape before the Pontifex.
PROSECUTOR
9198,5116, and 1447. These negative documents are
certified by A.N.-O,T.O. and registered at files, tomb 34.
The Defense, sitting in front of THX, jumps up and blurts out a quick sentence of partially inaudible phrases.
DEFENSE
... nondrug, nondrug total excuse. 1138 is unstable condition...
not responsible for acts. Nondrug, asylum... asylum.
THX sits quietly, with his head hung low.
PROSECUTOR
Mercicontrol respectfully submits a 5254, immediate
destruction, on the basis of an ECO TR-X 314; totally incurable chemical
imbalance with socially deteriorating consequences.
DEFENSE
Reject, reject. Inefficient unwarranted destruction.
Must be saved... mass is one... can be productive. Name of economics; cure this
soul... malignant cure. There is a heritage of good and economic efficiency...
net gain.
PROSECUTOR
Insane.
PONTIFEX
Granted.
PROSECUTOR
Immediate destruction is the only efficiency. The
crimes are of secondary importance. The issue is one of genetic inferiority.
This man is of womb.
There is slight pause as a murmur goes through the courtroom.
PROSECUTOR
He is the product of an illegal sexual perversion and
should have been destroyed at the moment of conception. What is in question
here is a concept in economic efficiency and procedure that has allowed these
erotics to exist and dilute this great society.
DEFENSE
Inane... inane...
PONTIFEX
Rejected.
PROSECUTOR
The services performed by these erotics must be
automated. If sexual perversion is to be stamped out, the products of this
perversion must...
DEFENSE
Reject... reject... reject... What is the prosecution
doing? This is not a race issue... not here. Remember sanctity of the
individual regardless of race. A nonresponsible act... simple case. Birthborn
citizens are physically compatible with clinic types and must be consumed, not
destroyed. Econ equilibrium status 542 through 691 apply to case. Defendant
used, not destroyed. Case rest.
He takes three computer cards and places them before the Pontifex.
PROSECUTOR
The perversions committed by this obsolete race have a
definite corrosive effect on our society. If he is not destroyed, his deviate
characteristics will be transmitted to others. We must not continue to consume
these erotics. We must exterminate the source of sin. Economics must not
dictate situations which are obviously religious.
PONTIFEX
Conclude.
PROSECUTOR
If 1138 is consumed and not destroyed, this perversion
will spread. He must be destroyed. It is the only logical, efficient, and
righteous verdict which can be reached.
The defense says nothing, only shakes his head in dissent. The Pontifex scans the room, then gives the Proctor a nod.
PROCTOR
Concluded.
PONTIFEX
Proceed.
The Proctor types the last bit of information into the computer. Moments later, the computer readout activates. The Proctor tears off the sheet and hands it to the Pontifex. The Pontifex silently reads the verdict and then stands.
PONTIFEX
(solemnly)
OMM be praised. All are One. Praise be to the masses.
The Pontifex hands the verdict to the Proctor as two chrome policemen drag THX before the Pontifex. He makes a sign over THX and mumbles a prayer, then looks at the Proctor, who reads the verdict.
PROCTOR
1138 prefix THX stands convicted of index 3278.927
appendix 445 through 613. Drug evasion 321, 399, and malicious sexual perversion.
Everyone in the courtroom is unmoved and unconcerned. THX sits in a trance-like shock.
PROCTOR
... 1138-THX is pronounced invaluable. The subject
shall be consumed as economics dictate.
The defense gives the prosecutor a triumphant glance. Two chrome policemen take THX out of the courtroom... As he leaves, LUH is escorted into the room by another door. They do not see one another.
PRISON CHAMBER
THX is escorted through a white limbo area by a chrome policeman
with a long electronic pole. Shortly, they reach a group of nine other felons.
The area is defined by ten blue beds – each bed is actually a rectangular box
equipped to provide all the necessities for human existence. Some felons are
asleep, others are sitting on their bed modules, and a few are grouped together
in a discussion.
The policeman take THX to an empty bed module and pounds his long
pole on the floor three times. A few of the prisoners turn and look.
POLICEMAN
THX 1138.
The policeman turns and walks into the whiteness, leaving THX
sitting on his bed. The other nine men are: SEN 5241, PTO 0340; NIN 1969; TWA
7070; DWY 1519; NCH 0066; IMM 9472; JOT 1288; and TRG 3442.
PTO – a withered old man – walks over to THX and puts his hand on
THX's shoulder.
It's all right... you're safe now.
THX is totally depressed and completely ignores PTO, who goes back
to his bed after a moment. THX watches the other felons.
NCH is doing exercises on his bed module. IMM, a retarded woman,
sits huddled in a trance, mumbling incoherent phrases. Her clothes are torn to
shreds and she is almost naked. A thin, delicate-looking man is slightly
removed from the group, painting large, red designs on the floor; he is JOT.
TRG, an imbecile, sits on his bed module and every few moments breaks out with
a hysterical, ear-piercing laugh.
As THX scans the group, he notices SEN asleep on one of the modules.
THX turns in disgust and tries to sleep.
DISSOLVE TO:
PTO
... is involved in a discussion with two of the other prisoners. One is NIN, a middle-aged man who is trying to organize the rest of the felons in an escape. The other man in DWY – sad, nervous, and about the same age as NIN.
PTO
Then why are they holding us here? Why don't they
destroy us right away? Economically, it's not sound at all. Very much unlike...
NIN
I've said many times before, and I guess I'll have to
repeat it again for your...
DWY
They're mad... mad...
PTO
It is incalculably more destructive for you to believe
you are about to be destroyed then if you actually were destroyed. We've got
many residents on the verge of hysteria! It's got to stop... your unpleasant...
DWY
We're just waiting to die!
NIN
Calm down! Nothing can be accomplished in an...
Suddenly, a scream is heard, and the group turns to see NCH huddled over IMM. TRG and DWY both start over to rescue IMM, but TRG reaches her first. NCH backs off a short distance, making huffing noises. TRG is laughing triumphantly at DWY, who goes back to his bed and sits down. TRG takes IMM in his arms and tries to calm her.
PTO
You always manage to avoid the issue: What's wrong
with our present condition? We're COMFORTABLE and we have plenty of food... I
feel absolutely no threat because there is no threat. Why incite trouble? You
should examine your emotions. It is senseless...
NIN
What are you talking about? When did you sleep last?
Do you know what your trouble is? You're blind. You've been here so long you
can't see what is happening. We must unite. We need unity. We need action.
(pause)
We have come to a time when we must...
TWA, a rather fat man in his thirties, is pacing around the area,
measuring the distance between the bed modules. With no warning noise a
policeman appears out of the whiteness, walks over to TRG, picks him up by the
scruff of the neck and takes him away. TRG is laughing as he disappears into
the distant white.
THX has fallen asleep; DWY goes over and attempts to comfort IMM.
NIN and PTO are still engaged in their argument.
DISSOLVE TO:
JOT
... is on his hands and knees, pushing a red, doughy lump around the
floor. It leaves a smeary trail behind it, and JOT has worked theses red smears
into a baroque design. The ball occasionally sticks to the floor, and JOT is
having a difficult time with all the effort involved.
Suddenly, someone walks into frame and stands on the design, close
enough to JOT so that he has to stop working. All we can see are this person's
feet and legs. JOT is exasperated and angry.
JOT
Please...
There is a pause.
VOICE
Hi, buddy.
JOT
Look, will you please get off. You're standing on my
work.
