MIRAMAX
INTERNATIONAL
EQUILIBRIUM
LIBRIUM
DIRECTED ANE WRITTEN BY
Kurt Wirumer
PRODUCED BY
Jan de Bont
Lucas Foster4 ‘TELEVISION SCREEN
. A DOCUMENTARY. IMAGES from the ravaging wars of our century.
TELEVISION NARRATOR +
-.+ fox decades, for ac better reason
than mutual contemp:, civilization
bevered on the brink of nuclear war,
Peeples in eastern Europe massacred each
other over forgotten cultural grudges.
‘Tensiona have again escalated’ was the
familiar refrain ...
Wow inages of CHEMISTS diligently working in labs
NARRATOR
it became inesrapable - 4f Man were to
survive ints the fucures he must find »
way to govern his emotions kefore they
governed him inte ron-exigcence ...
But it is lost on the FIGURE in the FOREGROUND of this
SUBURSAN LIVING ROOM.
Ragged, desperate - a modern-day pirate - ha gently, almost
lovingly, places a seratched black platter onte an old
PLAYSEOOL RECORD PLAYER.
Watching, cesmerized, ag the dise goas round and a child’s
lullaby - Hushabye street - begine to ska out the set‘s tinny
epeakere: His Adam's apple rises, knotting -.-
Abruptly, his eyes snap out the window. Sereeching arcund
the distant commer, a phalanx of FOLICE CARS.
Forgetting the luliaby, he moves.
& INT. ROOM - DAY
The qan’s spiritual brochers sit kere scattered. Long
braided hair some, tattened others, pierced all, they sit
telling jokes, playing cards, laughing with each other.
Don't be deceived. They are, in fact, a rolling army. Wolves,
living on the move, taking what they need where they find ic.
The deor flies open, the men bursting in.
MAN
POLICEI 1 -
At the wirdow, SEAMUS CLANCY. handooms and brilliant beyond
e his years, hits his feet milliseconds ahead of his neo.SEAMUS
You know what ta dot
They jump to it, snarchine op the CANVASES that lean agains:
the walls around the room +
VAN GOGH'S SUNFLOWERS, MONBT’S HAYSTACKS ... MURCH'S SCREAM:
some of the greatest artworks of mankind in the hands of
these criminals
In the straat below outside, UNMARKED POLICE CARS are
screeching vp at the curb.
Dropping a SHOTGUN from beneath his coat Seamus shacks! in
the firet snell.and faces his men.
Around the room, every heart is pounding, every chest rising
With raw emotion. t
SEAMUS
It all comes down to this.
EXT. QUIET NEIGHBORHOOD = DAY
and, under the soothing strains of Hushabye Street, it does.
A swarm o£ yellow-jackers, the police cars slam the curb
outside the house. The front door flies open ..
FIRST MAN
HYAAARAH!!!
The desperadoes come streaming out PAPOW!PAFON! guns blazing,
spreading cut across the law, OPENING fire without quartar
on the law enforcers who ...
Return fire with automatic weapons, bullets thickening the
air, chewing the house, cartwheeling great tufts of sod aa
one by one, across the lawn, Seamus’ men begin to drop.
In what seems nothing more than a moment, they are all down
and SPECIAL TACTICS TEAMS are swaxming past their dying
bodies up the steps and inte the house ...-
TACTICS COMMANDER
GolGelGor
Tha sound of gunfite erupts within the house.
At the curb, a BLACK SEDAN stops. Out of it, steps a MAN.
He surveys the house with a keen eye.
Thoughtful. Quiet, soothing to look at.
JOM PRESTON looks to HIG PARTNER emerging out the other sida
of cha car - PARTRIDGE,