Rev. 11/03/00 (Blue) (Pages) Rev. 11/08/00 (Pink) (Pages) Rev. 11/12/00 (Yellow) (Pages) Rev. 11/14/00 (Green) (Pages) Rev. 11/15/00 (Goldenrod) (Pages) Rev. 11/20/00 (Buf) (Pages) Rev. 11/28/00 (Salmon) (Pages) Rev. 12/07/00 (Cherry) (Pages) Rev. 12/08/00 (Tan) (Pages) Rov. 12/11/00 (Grey) (Pages) Rev. 07/09/01 (Ivory) (Pages) Rev.01/16/01 (2" Blue) (Pages) Rev.01/22/01 (2" Pink) (Pages) Rev. 02/08/01 (2% Yellow) (Pages) Rev. 02/12/01 (2"Green) (Pages) Rev. 02/27/01 (2% Goldenrod) (Pages) Rev.07/17/01 (2 Buff) (Pages) Rev. 07/20/01 (2'Selmon) (Pages) Rev.07/26/01 (2% Chery) (Pages) Rev.07/30/01 (2 Tan) (Pages) K-PAX Screenplay By Charles Leavitt (Based on the novel "K-PAX” by Gene Brewer) Shooting Draft ‘White October 24, 2000INT. GRAND CENTRAL STATION - NEW YORK - DAY New immigrant families stand in ticket lines next to body- Pierced teens. Dozens of languages fly through the air, none gf them English. This is the crossroads of the world for the down and out, hard luck and New York on 5 dollars a day crowd, Witness to it all is a grey-bearded BLACK HOMELESS VETERAN who sits with his prosthetic leg parked beside him. ver Dollar fo' a homeless vet. Help out a homeless vet. (as a student with a duffel bag hurries past) Cimon, 1i*l man"- I fought the war with your Daddy. Prnam Pen. yall ain't paid me for this leg yet! ‘A young, SWEDISH COUPLE with backpacks catch his eye. VET (CONT'D) Yo, Swiss Miss - let's see that smile! How ‘bout you Fritz? I know y'all got a Wallet in that backpack. Freeloadin' mother- (stops midword, as an Asian family with many bundles passes by) Heyyy - Jackie Chan! Shanghai Noon! I take traveler's checks. Yeah, arrigato to you, too! He Pauses for 2 moment, with a curious expression, as someone else catches his eye ... ALBEAM OF HAZY SUNLIGHT shines down through one of the high arched windows of the terminal building. onto a MAN. Or an apparition. The VET squints, closely .., aeanne RGR Seems, to emerge from the sunlight. Dark, wraparound SUNGLASSES mark his placid face. ‘He wears corduroy pants, a faded denim shirt. And though he carries no luggage: his cheap canvas shoes look like they've got some miles of em. We will come to know this "man" as PROT. For now, he just stands there; taking everything in with the fascination of a tourist, as the crowd bustles around him. Suddenly - in front of the rest rooms - THO YOUNG THUGS bump into a Riddle-aged RUSSIAN WOMAN. one wrenching her SUITCASE away - the other knocking her down. CONTINUED