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Sinking Into Summer's Arms (the screenplay)

Sinking Into Summer's Arms (the screenplay)

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Published by Tom Slattery
SINKING INTO SUMMER'S ARMS is a screenplay that begins with the discovery of a frozen Neanderthal in a glacier in the Austrian Alps. It is secretly taken to a lab in Delft, Holland, to be examined. Unknown to the scientists, down the hall in the same lab a plot to assassinate the new United Nations Emergency Secretary for Global Warming is getting underway. The Neanderthal plays an unexpected part. While this is happening, the new UN Emergency Secretary has been given facts pointing an emergency of an imminent ice age ironically about to be precipitated by global warming.
SINKING INTO SUMMER'S ARMS is a screenplay that begins with the discovery of a frozen Neanderthal in a glacier in the Austrian Alps. It is secretly taken to a lab in Delft, Holland, to be examined. Unknown to the scientists, down the hall in the same lab a plot to assassinate the new United Nations Emergency Secretary for Global Warming is getting underway. The Neanderthal plays an unexpected part. While this is happening, the new UN Emergency Secretary has been given facts pointing an emergency of an imminent ice age ironically about to be precipitated by global warming.

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Author's note on the screenplay "Sinking Into Summer's Arms": While a central idea in this screenplay that global warming could precipitate a new ice age was used in the feature film "The Day After Tomorrow," this story predates that film and story by more than a decade. Also before the film "The Day After Tomorrow" was begun, I published a nonfiction paper, "An Ice Age From Global Warming" in a now defunct Internet magazine Serial Free Press. It is a different theory than the one in my screenplay below, "Sinking Into Summer's Arms." It is at another site on the Internet, and I will try to put a copy on Scribd. I wrote the first draft of "Sinking Into Summer's Arms" in 1985-86 shortly after returning from Europe. I fell in love with the city of Delft, Holland. And it became central to the story. It is a lively story and quite different from the similar already produced movie. My story involves a innocent scientific researchers who become caught in a political trap, a Neanderthal, devious assassination plots, and secret research being kept secret because it could cause a panic. The novel version is available on book sites like Amazon, Borders, etc. A caution on this novel, however. I composed it on student Tandy 1000 computers in 1986 in the original version of WordStar. It was later put into Enable, then into Word Perfect. When I submitted the Word Perfect text to the publisher, their machine was incompatible. When I put it into MS Word for them, it created a huge number of glitches. I missed about five or six typos while trying to get rid of the glitches. This may detract from a reader's reading enjoyment. The screenplay below may also have some glitches. I have to now resisted putting the screenplay versions of novels that have been published, even self-published, because I did not want to reduce the publisher's interest in these. But nearly a decade has gone by now, and that seems a long enough wait. In addition to this screenplay, "Sinking Into Summer's Arms," I have screenplay versions of other novels posted on book sites like Amazon and Borders. These are the screenplay version of my novel "End of the Road," the screenplay version of my novel "Norikaeru," and the screenplay version of my novel "The Goddess of Love and the Angel of Death," and the screenplay version of my stage play "Forethought." Tom Slattery




Copyright 2001 WGAw Registration History First Draft Script: Copyright 1986 1st Draft Novel Ms: Copyright 1986 novel published by Writers Club Press, Copyright 2000

Tom Slattery tslat20@hotmail.com




Approaching helicopter ROTOR SOUNDS. EXT. NORTH TOWARD SOUTH, LATEST MODEL HELICOPTER IN FLIGHT IN ALPS - MIDSUMMER DAY A recent-make HELICOPTER, appearing OLD and USED, flies east. Alps in b.g. (Midsummer shot represents April in 21st century global warming.) O'REIDY (v.o.) (Irish accent) . . . We're sure it's Mousterian. Radiocarbon date 37,000 years. ADLER (v.o.) (German accent) Media's going to scream Neanderthal.



O'REIDY (v.o.) Hope we can keep it from the media a little longer. ADLER (v.o.) He or she? INT. HELICOPTER CABIN (Austrian Alps in b.g.)

WOLFGANG ADLER, 30s, Austrian postgraduate researcher, at controls, SIGLE (pronounced Sheela) O'REIDY, 30's, Irish postgraduate researcher, beside him in drafty cab. Both wear worn winter gear. O'REIDY Too deep in the ice. Wearing a fur. ADLER Cold up there, Sigle -- even these days. (pats jacket) Winter gear's pretty shabby. O'REIDY All we could find, Wolfgang. Globalwarming economy. (nods to Alps) Keeps our grad students warm. Adler grins scorn for graduate students. HELICOPTER LURCHES. O'REIDY You put bootleg Libyan petrol in this old crate? ADLER Good Red Cross rescue stuff -- even if we're rescuing a Neanderthal. (sighs, points down) Edelweiss. In April. When I was a boy, it was like this in July. Adler works worn old helicopter controls. Wind whistles in and blows O'Reidy's hair. O'REIDY (wistfully) Another age. (quick beat) Literally, another geological age.



Hang on!

ADLER We're going in.

Helicopter banks and dives for landing. INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE, UNITED NATIONS BUILDING - DAY V. BHATTACHARYA, 50s, U.N. Emergency Secretary, sits at ULTRA-MODERN DESK. METAL DESK SIGN reads: V. Bhattacharya, First Assistant to the Secretary General, Global Warming Emergency. U.N. FLAG seen. ARTHUR DEREX, mid-30s, reporter, sits in a futuristic chair holding a PENCIL and NOTEPAD, listening. ID badge says: Arthur Derex, WorldView Magazine. BHATTACHARYA Yes, it seems to be leveling. Seems! Could be a temporary weather-pattern glitch. Derex scribbles a phrase. DEREX They say it may be an early warning. First sign of rapid cooling that could bring on the new ice age. Bhattacharya waves a ball pen forcefully. BHATTACHARYA They say, you say! These are all hypothetical. Some of them are not even credible. Derex scribbles, looks up implicating. DEREX The "Ito Study" seems credible. BHATTACHARYA (caught off guard) Sure! (regains bearing) But then look at the funding: foundations controlled by old Big Oil, Big Industrial multinationals. Doesn't that raise an eyebrow?



DEREX You can't lay the facts to the funding. Agitated, Bhattacharya gets up. He saunters pondering toward a large MAP OF THE WORLD on a wall, stands near it. BHATTACHARYA The facts, as you call them, are open to question. This may simply be a new angle on the old early-century pressure tactics. Remember Kyoto? (stops near map) But we're monitoring it closely. Make no mistake about that. No one here is laughing at the Ito Study. INSERT: MAP SECTION Shows: Europe, German-Polish border on the Oder-Niesse Rivers, city of Szczecin is named Stetten and included in Germany. Across the Oder River is Nowy Szczecin. The countries Sweden, Finland, Denmark, Germany, Bohemia, Austria, Hungary, (former) Yugoslavia, Greece, and the Republic of Ireland are shown in green as a single political entity, lettered "Confederation of Middle Europe." Britain, Belgium, Luxembourg, France, Spain, Portugal, and Italy are "Common Market," another color. Holland and Switzerland are yet another. Eastern Europe, multi-colored. BHATTACHARYA (v.o.)(con't) But it's way too soon to tell. If we're wrong, we can correct it. At least we're fairly certain we can. Things are in place, ready to go. RETURN TO SCENE BHATTACHARYA (con't) (raises warning finger) On the other hand, if the world starts belching CO2 into the atmosphere again, and we find there was a fatal flaw in Ito's reasoning . . .



BHATTACHARYA (con't) (ominously at Derex) Then you know the story. More polar ice melting, seacoast flooding. More displaced people, loss of farmland, desert encroachment. Less food, more economic instability. (shakes head) And any -- if not all -- of these might trigger the irreversible nuclear disaster. I know. now. DEREX Damn near the breaking point

Bhattacharya wanders to a window, gazes out, gestures. BHATTACHARYA Tides push the Hudson and East Rivers over street levels. This building has a barely adequate dike around it. And it will be several years before sea levels cease rising even if our program remains rigidly in place. (swings around) No! We simply cannot risk even a perception of responding to the "Ito Study" right now. Those on Wall Street who have money riding on it are in for a big disappointment. BEEPER SOUNDS Derex reacts, pulls a MINI-TV DEVICE from his jacket pocket. DEREX Excuse me a second. My office. (speaks into device) Derex. I'm in the middle of an interview. ANGLE ON the MINI-TV SCREEN: We see MIKE OSBORN, 30s, professional black man with an anachronistic Afro hair style. OSBORN You're needed back here ASAP. talk on the air. ANGLE ON Bhattacharya, Derex. Can't



DEREX Okay, on my way. (presses off, puts in pocket) Well, I guess that's it. Anything you'd like to say before I go -- on or off the record? BHATTACHARYA What else can I say? We've gone over it thoroughly. (a beat, thinks) What is this terribly urgent need for you? DEREX Oh, you never know. Maybe I filled out a travel voucher wrong. They share a grin. Derex stands. They shake hands.

DEREX Sorry to cut it short. But I'm sure you're keeping someone waiting by now. Thank you very much, Dr. Bhattacharya. BHATTACHARYA Always pleasant talking with you, Arthur. You come here with a pencil and pad and not all those invasive cameras and lights. INT. WORLDVIEW MAGAZINE OFFICE - DAY Editorial COMPUTERS are manned by BUSY MAGAZINE STAFF. Derex enters, strides past busy workers to an office. Sign says: "WorldView Magazine, Mike Osborn, Managing Editor." Derex enters without knocking, stands holding doorknob. Osborn, in swivel chair behind desk, swivels around. DEREX What's up, Mike? Not sure. OSBORN Shut the door, sit down.



Derex closes it, sits in a chair across from Osborn, who grabs a PEN AND NOTEPAD from his desk. OSBORN Rumor. But, reliable source. Few days ago hikers found the remains of a prehistoric tribesman frozen in a glacier. OSBORN (con't) (points to a wall, taps ear with finger) I think it's big. Don't want to risk, uh, the competition . . . INSERT: NOTEPAD: A pen writes: PASTERZE GLACIER. AUSTRIA. RETURN TO SCENE Derex looks at pad, at Osborn, shrugs. DEREX So? They found a stone-age man like that in the 90s. Interesting to scientists maybe. But us? OSBORN I agree. Minor interest for our readers. Mostly for the science folks. What gets me is the secrecy. Our source, who is good, either could not, or did not want to, say anything more. Nor is anyone else saying anything. DEREX Little funny. OSBORN Yesterday some of their people began to move on it -- same extreme secrecy! So what's going on? Okay. DEREX What do we know?



Osborn pulls a note from his shirt pocket and hands it to Derex. INSERT: NOTE READS: WOLFGANG ADLER, ANTHROPOLOGICAL BIOCHEMIST; SIGLE O'REIDY, ANTHROPOLOGIST -- MOUSTERIAN !!! ADLER ALSO ALPINE RESCUE SPECIALIST, HELICOPTER PILOT. RETURN TO SCENE Derex looks over the note while Osborn leans back in his chair. OSBORN They took off in an old gasoline-powered rescue helicopter this morning -- their time. With power saws, cryogenics equipment. DEREX Why not an electric? Or hydrogen heavy lifter? OSBORN Altitude and cold. They'd be "unreliable." DEREX High then. OSBORN Must be if there's any unmelted glacier. Osborn scrawls another note on the pad, hands it to Derex. INSERT: NOTE READS: NEANDERTHAL ? ? ? RETURN TO SCENE Derex glances, WHISTLES. DEREX Exactly what I was asking myself.



Getting up, Osborn opens a desk drawer, pulls out an airline ticket, hands it across the desk to Derex -- tapping finger on a written name. OSBORN Booked you under this name, this flight. Take the usual precautions. Osborn steps to a filing cabinet, pulls out a folder, hands it to Derex. OSBORN Everything you might need to know. Have a good trip. And stay off the sauce. Derex nods, smiles sheepishly. INT. LIVING ROOM, PROFESSOR RYUNOSUKE ITO'S HOUSE, MIDDAY MRS. YVONNE ITO, 30s, elegant attractive black woman, plays a PIANO. PROFESSOR RYUNOSUKE ITO, 50s, Oriental, frettingly reads a newspaper in a worn modernistic easy chair, mumbling. ITO Ito Study. Ito study. I am the Ito Study and no longer Ito. He tosses the paper down. Yvonne stops playing.

YVONNE ITO You say something, Ree? ITO Nothing Eve. Just . . . (a beat) You know, Yvonne, this damned thing has dehumanized me. No one accepts me for myself anymore. I'm just that hypothetical possibility of another ice age. Yvonne Ito gets up, walks behind Ryunosuke, runs a hand through his thinning hair. YVONNE ITO It's done. No way to change it. Frankly, I'm getting tired of being referred to as "Mrs. Ito Study."



ITO If I had thought for a minute . . . YVONNE ITO It was your duty as a scientist. ITO Not even my theory. Something from the late unlamented twentieth century: supercooled water vapor elevated to higher altitudes by global warming . . . YVONNE ITO . . . suddenly crystallizing into "diamond-dust" ice particles and reflecting solar energy into space. I typed it, remember. (pats Ryunosuke on head) Anyway, after being on talk shows six times, I know it by heart. (massages neck) If it helps, I think you're right. You probably saved the world from a giant catastrophe. ITO I hope! If it happens, it happens suddenly. I don't think they're prepared for the suddenness and the fury. YVONNE ITO But they are aware. And partially prepared. Some day they'll give you a medal for saving civilization. Ryunosuke guffaws, waves it off. ITO (grumps sarcastically) Civilization! Why should anyone want to save this "civilization" anyway? He stands up. Yvonne puts a hand on his shoulder. YVONNE ITO You old codger! You've enjoyed it more than any of us poor slobs. Come on, let's have some lunch. They go toward the kitchen.



Just a sandwich. get so tense.

ITO New term.

I always

They go through the kitchen door. YVONNE ITO (o.s.) Everything ready for your first class? ITO (o.s.) All there in my briefcase. INT. FUTURISTIC CLASSROOM WITH MINI-COMPUTERS MOUNTED ON DESKS - DAY The classroom is sparsely filled with first-day STUDENTS talking in a murmur prior to class. Professor Ito strides in carrying a BRIEFCASE, and plops it on his COMPUTER-EQUIPPED DESK, assumes a pedagogic stance. Students become attentive. ITO Today, just for starters, we'll work with an adiabatic column between 10,000 and 50,000 meters. Students moan. Ito grins, brightens, reaches into briefcase. He pulls out a FUTURISTIC COMPUTER DISK, OR CARD, inserts it into his desk computer. ITO But first let me show you an animated story I put together during the break. (taps keys, brings it on screen) This is not exactly the "Ito Study," but it is not exactly not the "Ito Study," either. ANGLE ON ITO'S COMPUTER SCREEN A homemade cartoon title comes up: "BEGINNING OF THE LAST ICE AGE." ANGLE ON STUDENT'S COMPUTER SCREEN



Student looks at identical title, which fades to COMPUTERANIMATED STORY. ANIMATION A Neanderthal-type caveman stands on a tranquil, blue-sky, summer-like plain, with a mammoth and other extinct and nonextinct animals and plants in b.g. Other cave-people can be seen working at a relaxed pace or resting in a group on the plain. A saber-toothed tiger relaxes content. Animated scene moves to a Mousterian "settlement" (as in Natural History Museum, NYC) with dwellings made of giant mammoth rib bones and tusks, covered by mammoth hide and fur. ITO (v.o.) Now let's impose ancient narrative -but from a much later time. Animated Neanderthal-types work and care for children in the settlement, with an arrowsmith tec-tecking a typical Mousterian stone tool or weapon. ITO (v.o.) Let's take something from the story of Gilgamesh -- a story from the dawn of writing, the world's first novel and surely taken in part from oral ballads of much earlier times. Distant thunder rumbles in the animated scene. Some cavepeople and animals look toward it while others pay not attention. ITO (v.o.) Folk stories of a world-engulfing flood are widespread, even from areas where there are no rivers to flood. So let's translate this "flood" as an "ice flood" if you will, a remnant human memory preserved from the onset of the last ice age. I paraphrase here from Sanders' translation, The Epic of Gilgamesh. Animated dark clouds gather over the ancient plain. Animals show signs of fear, then panic. Proto-humans show fright.



Heavy thunder follows repeated lightning. shows fear at the gathering storm.

A Neanderthal

It grows darker and winds pick up and roar mightily. Crude huts of mammoth skin and bones collapse and blow away. The Neanderthals begin to flee in panic toward a cliff with caves. The storm growls and howls. ITO (v.o.) (dramatically) For six days and nights the winds blew torrents in a typhoon of freezing rain overwhelming the world; wind and freezing rain raged together like fighting armies. The animated screen is dark except for darting eyes, not all of them human. Eyes close, and screen is black. ITO (v.o.) The seventh day dawned; the storm subsided. The air grew still. One pair of eyes opens. Black screen lightens and the dim shape of a Neanderthal becomes increasingly clear. We see him lying in a cave huddled by another, deathly still, Neanderthal. We see his breath in the cold. No other Neanderthals, and only a few animals stir. Others are dead. ITO (v.o.) I looked around and there was silence. Neanderthal picks up his spear and stands. Icicles and powdered snow are at cave entrance. Neanderthal looks at the frozen animals and people, touches a frozen Neanderthal. He shivers, pulls fur piece around him. ITO (v.o.) All humankind had turned to clay. Neanderthal goes to cave entrance, looks out. We see animated stillness of a great white ice sheet. ITO (v.o.) Ice stretched flat from the cave as far as I could see. I stepped out. Light fell on my face. He cautiously steps outside into the new bright and cold white world. We see his breath. The bright sun strikes his



body and face starkly. He leans then slumps against a rock outcrop, begins sobbing. ITO (v.o.) Then I slumped in despair. I sat down and I wept. Tears streamed down my face, for everywhere it was a desert of ice. He pulls himself together, stands holding his spear, searches the ice plain. Pan of the animated plain of ice, and then a small hill, and then a faint distant plume of smoke rising from it. ITO (v.o.) I looked for land. I saw a hill in the distance, and smoke. He starts off hopefully toward the hill. his head toward it. A bird flies over

We see a pile of burning wreckage with other Neanderthals roasting dead animals and warming themselves, and we see him tired from walking up to it. He takes a piece of roasted meat, gnaws at it. Neanderthals come, singly or in small groups. ITO (v.o.) Others came when they smelled meat cooking. A shapely young Neanderthal woman comes. The Neanderthal leader stands up, very pleased. ITO (v.o.) Then Ishtar came. Neanderthal leader goes to her. blank, wavy lines, off. RETURN TO CLASSROOM SCENE Professor Ito removes computer disk or card. ITO Any questions? Screen animation goes to Other



WOMAN STUDENT Did it happen that quick? Like suddenly it's the ice age? ITO Would seem. In the 90s, ice cores taken from Greenland and Antarctica showed it happened quickly. They assumed back then that "quickly" meant decades. I'm convinced that it was less than a decade, probably much less. For instance, why else would they find whole desiccated animal bodies frozen in the tundra in Siberia and Alaska, meat almost good enough to eat after 30,000 years? (scans class) ITO (con't) It struck very rapidly. A hand goes up, but Ito ignores it. ITO (con't) The air cooled suddenly. But the oceans were still warm. There would seem to have been a subsequent decade of violent storms, and snow began accumulating into the great land-mass glaciers. More hands go up. Ito smiles knowingly.

ITO Well, I can see that everyone has questions. But we're here to find answers! So let's get to work on the adiabatic columns. We hear scattered moaning from the students. Professor Ito puts the disk into his briefcase and ignores them. One young woman is agitated, insistent. OTHER STUDENT Was it anything like the hypothetical nuclear winter? Ito looks up tolerantly. Worse, I would say. ITO Even considering



all the blast and radiation damage. But let me emphasize that a new ice age will surely come sooner or later. I say sooner; some say later. If our glorious leaders lose control of things, nuclear winter could precipitate it. Now lets get to work. I'll put my office hours on the board. He goes to the blackboard, writes. EXT. HOTEL DE VLAMING, VLAMINGSTRAAT, DELFT, HOLLAND - DAY

Derex gets out of a FUTURISTIC TAXICAB. Hotel proprietor, HENRIK, energetic Dutchman, 60s, emerges from hotel and greets him. HENRIK (Dutch accent) Nice to have you back, Mr. Smith. Your favorite room is vacant. Business in Holland? Or pleasure this time? TAXICAB DRIVER opens trunk, lifts out Derex's bags. takes one, Henrik the other. DEREX A little of both, Henrik. But it's always a pleasure to be in Delft. Driver slams trunk. Derex and Henrik carry bags to the hotel as taxi drives off. HENRIK There's a message for you, Mr. Derex. DEREX It has to be from my editor. (clears throat) Let's keep it "Mr. Smith" for now. INT. HOTEL DE VLAMING BREAKFAST ROOM, DESK-RECEPTION AREA DAY Derex and Henrik continue into the hotel carrying bags. DEREX (con't) We seem to be onto a major scoop. Derex



HENRIK (shakes head) Journalists and spies. Are you sometimes in doubt who you really are? They reach the stairway. DEREX (laughs) Where's the message?


Henrik goes to a nearby table and picks up a slip of paper, hands it to Derex. HENRIK Here it is, Mr. "Smith." INSERT: MESSAGE READS: ALEX, CALL VIOLET! RETURN TO SCENE Derex looks at note, frowns concern, crumples it into a pocket deep in thought. HENRIK It seemed important. DEREX Yes, thanks Henrik. It is. (emerges from concern, smiles) Anything interesting happen around here? HENRIK Not much. They pulled an ancient 2004 Nissan out of the canal down the street. Probably dumped when electrics became mandatory. Avoided all the draggings until last month. Local boys got it. Trying to restore it -- much to their mothers' dismay.



DEREX Big excitement on Vlamingstraat. HENRIK Biggest since the power rationing demonstrations. (picks up bags) Same room. Overlooking the canal. Derex shoves the crumpled message into his pocket, follows Henrik up the stairs, both carrying bags. DEREX I don't want to take a chance on being traced here. I'll call from the spoorbaanhof. INT. DELFT SPOORBAANHOF (TRAIN STATION) - EVENING Derex listens on PUBLIC TELEPHONE. announcements in Dutch. In b.g. we hear train

OSBORN (v.o.) (telephone sounding) Good of you to return my call, Mr. Smith. A small problem has come up. DEREX Nothing serious, I hope. OSBORN (v.o.) Not what you'd call serious. But we just found three levels of error in your energy analysis -- if you get me. Precisely. Darkness. DEREX What's the trouble? OSBORN (v.o.) Know where that fits in?

Derex looks quickly around him, scanning people in the train station. Oh Geez, yes! DEREX Darkness! Who's got it?



OSBORN (v.o.) Squeeky. He's being cool. We'll keep you informed. Best you be in on it, just in case. DEREX (winces, shakes head) Thanks. He hangs up phone, goes to a newsstand, buys an International Herald Tribune. He glances around suspiciously, tucks it under his arm and walks out of the train station. EXT. VLAMINGSTRAAT NEAR HOTEL DE VLAMING - EVENING Derex, newspaper tucked under arm, walks up to the hotel. He rings the bell. Henrik opens it, looks questioningly at Derex. HENRIK Mr. uh-Smith! Your key opens this door. Don't you remember? Derex puts a finger to his lips to shush him, motions him out. Derex retreats back to the edge of the canal, Henrik joins him there. DEREX Something very important. Can't risk being "overheard." (looks around) You'll get some cryptic phone calls. I'll give you the code. We've worked like this before, but I need your absolute silence on this one. HENRIK Hot scoop, Arthur? DEREX No, and this may put you in some danger. There may be a plot to kill the UN Emergency Secretary, Dr. Bhattacharya. Henrik shakes his head with disgust.



HENRIK Why am I not surprised? (snorts) Could throw the planet into a turmoil. DEREX Or worse. HENRIK We all know who stands to gain by it. DEREX Speculation. There are all kinds of forces operating out there. (hand on Henrik's shoulder) Just keep me informed, Henrik. We probably can't do anything. That's for the police agencies. But we can keep on top of it. (guides Henrik toward hotel) By the way, I'm going over to Leiden tomorrow. Probably heading for Innsbruck next week. HENRIK But you'll keep your room, as usual? DEREX Yes, of course. HENRIK And you'll find the Confederation of Middle Europe, uh, nervewracking again? DEREX Yes. Too many disturbing signs. Religions fanatics. HENRIK Well, have a good time in Leiden tomorrow. INT. AIRPORT VIP WAITING ROOM - DAY Sign says: WELCOME to VIENNA, Confederation of Middle Europe (also in German). Fly MidEurAir poster prominent. New



GWYNNE GRIFFITH, MANYA GOLDANSKI, and two EXTRAS, all scientific women in their 20s to 30s, sit sipping soft drinks in futuristic waiting-room chairs. All are tired, wear dirty and disheveled desert work clothing. DOOR OPENS. Griffith looks up startled, coughs from swallowing drink. KATRINKA TIMMERMANN, 30s, scientific woman in futuristic stylish suit, enters. Others, showing signs of exhaustion, nod token friendly recognition. Griffith wipes her mouth. GRIFFITH Excuse me. I've about had it. (clears throat) I was almost dead yesterday. Timmermann pulls up a chair, sits facing them. TIMMERMANN Well, you're safe in old Vienna now. Must have been an experience. A departure is announced over the P.A. system. Griffith breaks down crying, but quickly gets hold of herself. She pulls out a handkerchief, dabs eyes and nose. GRIFFITH I can't believe Robert is dead. (a beat, sniffles) It's been a little too much for me. Goldanski comforts her. Timmermann looks shocked. TIMMERMANN No one told me Robert was dead! GOLDANSKI We were lucky to get out of there. time for formalities. No

TIMMERMANN Look, I know this is a bad time for all of you, but there's a media mob outside that door. (points emphatically) We have a van outside. The plan is for me to hold them off with an impromptu news release while you make your getaway. So as bad and sad as it was, give me a rundown.



Goldanski almost breaks up, composes herself. GOLDANSKI I don't know . . . I guess . . . No, I should say something about why Robert came to Amarna. Maybe Gwynne should . . . GRIFFITH We were pouring molds for the new find of clay tablets -- commercial records, trade with the Hittites . . . GOLDANSKI That's not what the media wants to hear. INTERCUT: DESERT ARCHEOLOGICAL SITE - DAY ROBERT, 30's, in desert work attire, emerges from SMALL FUTURISTIC HELICOPTER, extremely pleased. Griffith, Goldanski, companions greet them in same desert work clothes as in airport. GRIFFITH (v.o.) Yeah, okay. Well, Robert hopped from the Wadi Hammamat in a ceram-flowcopter. All excited. Claimed he found a hieroglyph parallel to Ezekiel 10. RETURN TO SCENE. Goldanski waves cautioningly at Griffith. GOLDANSKI (cautioningly) Forget that! Media wants to hear it, but we don't want them to. GRIFFITH (throws up hands emotionally) Oh, who cares. Archaeology's done in Egypt, maybe for decades. (forces herself to calm) Okay, he was raving about descriptions of flying saucers, alien beings, something like that. Never got a chance to explain anything.



INTERCUT: DESERT ARCHAEOLOGICAL SITE - DAY EXTRAS in Mideast attire mill around. Some go to helicopter, search it, show empty hands to others. CROWD STIRS agitatedly. GRIFFITH (v.o.)(con't) There was the usual Third World hungry mob -- getting worse daily in the climate change. They know we have food, that we're kind. And I guess they thought Robert brought some food. Some of them searched the helicopter, naturally found nothing. They milled around. Finally rushed the campsite. (begins to break down) And Robert . . . Crowd rushes archaeological dig site. GRIFFITH (v.o.)(con't) I can't Manya. You tell her. Robert pulls out a revolver, waves it warningly. It doesn't stop them. He shoots it into the air. It stops the mob only for a second. Then in rage, they rush him. GOLDANSKI (v.o.) Robert had a revolver. He shot a warning in the air before we could stop him. After that . . . GRIFFITH (v.o.) (interrupting) They were just hungry. They wouldn't have hurt us. It happened before. We just went hungry for a day until they brought new supplies. RETURN TO SCENE GOLDANSKI They rushed him. He shot some. But they kept coming. We ran for the helicopter. Packed in. Gwynne got it off the ground. The



GRIFFITH I flew directly to Cairo International. Got the hell out of Egypt. TIMMERMANN Good thing. Riots spread. Whole country's a mob scene. Government's fallen. (stands, beckons) Okay. Let's get you out. I'll deal with the media. They all get up, follow Timmermann past a large poster showing futuristic airliner: Volvo Hydrogen Turbojet H-636, MidEurAir. EXT. PASTERZE GLACIER, GROSS GLOCKNER, AUSTRIAN ALPS - DAY The HELICOPTER of opening scene sits near ARCTIC TENTS and REMOVAL EQUIPMENT on glacier. O'Reidy, Adler, and two GRADUATE STUDENTS, all wearing winter gear, emerge from tent. The students go ICE EXCAVATION. Adler and O'Reidy, glancing at a PAPER SCRAP, amble toward helicopter. ADLER You call the university; I'll check the video-weather. O'REIDY I can't imagine why Gwynne would be back from Egypt. ADLER Who cares? O'REIDY I do. They climb into the helicopter. ANGLE INSIDE HELICOPTER Seated inside, O'Reidy punches in a number on a futuristic CELLULAR PHONE and Adler taps keys on a VIDEO MONITOR. A satellite weather image showing storms approaching Alps comes up. He taps a key, and WEATHER DATA SCROLLS. O'Reidy glances.



O'REIDY (tensely) Doesn't look good. ADLER Certainly doesn't. Föhn wind. Should we take a big chance, try to beat it? Or should we clear out? O'Reidy listens at phone, holds it away. O'REIDY Not much left to cut. Avalanche could bury it, lose it forever. Let's try. We'll be able to live with ourselves. Agitated, Adler punches the video off. ADLER Okay. Let's finish cutting. I'll get it started. (climbs out of cab) Damn! What rotten luck. (turns, points) Oh, get them to get the refrigerator truck up to Franz-Josephs Höhe right away. Adler runs back to the graduate students cutting ice with a CHAIN SAW and an AXE. He joins the two graduate students. We see him EMPHASIZING A NEED FOR HASTE. He takes the chain saw and VIGOROUSLY CUTS ICE. We see a DARK VAGUELY HUMAN-SHAPED FIGURE in the ice. Adler cuts around it. He stops. A graduate student wipes the ice with his glove, squints, peers. We see a FUR-WRAPPED HUMAN FORM. Adler shows a grad student a cutting line. Student takes saw and cuts. O'Reidy runs toward them from the helicopter. hands over his mouth and SHOUTS. ADLER Is the ice truck on its way? Adler cups



O'REIDY (running, shouting) Yes. They're coming. (runs closer) You know what happened in Egypt? Adler steps to meet O'Reidy. thin air. She reaches him panting in the

O'REIDY (out of breath) Robert was beaten to death. Others barely escaped. Egypt's in chaos. ADLER What happened? The grad students stop cutting and look at them. INT. CHASE'S LUXURIOUSLY FURNISHED LIVING ROOM - NIGHT ELLSWORTH CHASE, 50s, white male tycoon, removes CUNEIFORM TABLET from a glass display case. RANDOLPH PIERPONT, 50s, white male tycoon, BUSINESSMAN, 40s, and a group of THREE BUSINESSMEN in casual attire, sit in an informal circle, sip wine. CHASE I know. I saw Ito's cute little cartoon even as he was making it. We've had his computer bugged ever since his paper was published. PIERPONT Kids' stuff to break the ice -- no pun intended. Chase sits, hands CUNEIFORM TABLET to Businessman. CHASE Interesting, though. Last ice age linked to the Gilgamesh Epic. The narrative Ito utilized was not Gilgamesh talking, but Utnapishtim -- in the epic, a character left over from an "earlier time." INSERT: CLAY TABLET CUNEIFORM OF GILGAMESH EPIC



CHASE (v.o.)(con't) Great story. Best seller back then. RETURN TO SCENE Chase sets glass down. Businessman examines tablet.

CHASE Contradictions in that particular speech have fascinated me for years. A better translation says: "The flood stopped. I looked out on the day. Stillness had settled in. All humanity was turned to clay. The ground" -- and I emphasize: ground -- "was like a great flat roof." (takes breath, sighs for effect, glowers a frown) More like a sea of ice than a water flood. Ito understands it that way. PIERPONT And humans turned to clay would characterize frozen bodies. CHASE Some other fascinating fragments, too. Like an allusion to super-cooled water when Gilgamesh crosses the river to meet Utnapishtim. (picks up glass, sips) But we digress. We have some serious business. PIERPONT (taking it as a cue) If the Ito Study is to be believed, we're sitting on a time bomb. The clock is ticking, and Bhattacharya's just sitting on his can. CHASE Well, he has contingency plans. PIERPONT What plans? Launch shuttles to disperse iron dust at a hundred kilometers? It's not only dangerously hypothetical, there's a good chance the shuttles will never get off the ground.



BUSINESSMAN How's that? PIERPONT The "diamond dust" ice particles will crystallize instantaneously and reflect solar energy out into space. The atmosphere will cool quickly, but the oceans will remain warm. Result: storms. Storms like we've never seen. Hurricanes all over the place all the time. CHASE Well, that's also hypothetical. Of course. of unknowns. BUSINESSMAN Hairy, but conjectural. Lot

PIERPONT Unknowns that may affect life on our planet, my friend. Chase stands, walks to a fireplace. CHASE I think Bhattacharya has been utterly negligent in not drawing up mass evacuation plans for areas known to have been glaciated in past ice ages. OTHER BUSINESSMAN He can't be seen doing that. One: too political. He'd lose his job. Two: it would cause a global panic. CHASE I can understand a need for secrecy. But we have our people on the inside there, and he's done nothing. PIERPONT He cannot have forgotten the decade-long anguish involved with moving the whole Polish population of Stettin to Nowy Szczecin across the river.



CHASE That was very political. It prevented a war that would have engulfed Europe. Germans built the Poles a new city. As UN High Commissioner, he only supervised the move. Against his own will and better judgment, too. BUSINESSMAN Damned invertebrate! PIERPONT Quite so! But that was just one city, and it took ten years. Imagine trying to move the whole population of north Europe and North America south ahead of the ice -- in constant storms. CHASE Clearly Bhattacharya is not the man to organize and lead such an undertaking. OTHER BUSINESSMAN But then who? PIERPONT Who indeed! CHASE All of us here are in a pretty delicate position. Too much so to waste much time considering mass population relocations. EXT. GLACIER DAY, DARKENING WITH STORMCLOUDS

O'Reidy, Adler, and two graduate students halt cutting ice around the frozen body. Piles of ice chips lie all around. O'Reidy and Adler inspect, squint into the ice. A strong gust of wind blows. Adler anxiously looks up at gathering stormclouds. Oh oh! wind. Feel that. ADLER Warm air -- Föhn

O'REIDY How much longer?




ADLER Let's get it out!

Adler grabs the chain saw and goes at the ice. A RUMBLING SOUND. We see a distant avalanche.

Adler looks at it nervously while sawing, SHOUTS. ADLER Sigle, start the 'copter! O'Reidy runs toward the helicopter. Adler and students cut and chop furiously. We see avalanches, hear rumblings. INT. CHASE'S LUXURIOUSLY FURNISHED LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Chase takes the CLAY TABLET from Businessman, places it aside. He goes to one side of fireplace, picks up a wine glass. Pierpont shakes his head, goes to other side of fireplace. Other four businessmen look on. CHASE We're all committed to this Bhattacharya thing. Whatever the outcome, it's vital that our motives appear pure. We do have a poor standing out there. Pierpont shoots Chase a scornful glance. PIERPONT In no small part due to your father's foolish enterprise. Chase turns to Pierpont with restrained hurt dignity. CHASE I resent that, Randy. You're sounding like the mob out there. He didn't keep track of each little company he happened to own. Any more than you or I do. INTERCUT DNA amino acid sequences scroll across computer screen. Then screen by a microscope shows genetic information being inserted into a cell.



PIERPONT (v.o.) Sorry. Didn't think it was still such a sensitive nerve. But everyone knows about the genetically engineered herbicide from his . . . CHASE (v.o.) Randy, drop it! STOCK: Airplane sprays an agricultural field, followed by stock of a brooklet, then a stream, then a river, then a river mouth at the ocean. BUSINESSMAN (v.o.) Ellsworth, let's not delude ourselves about our present status in the world and how it came about. STOCK: A disabled freighter or tanker flounders in a stormy sea. PIERPONT (v.o.) That's all I'm saying. The stuff killed off 57 varieties of plankton and reduced the oceans' capacity to absorb carbon dioxide. RETURN TO SCENE CHASE It would have happened in a few decades, anyway. Plankton or no plankton. PIERPONT But we're blamed. In the public eye, we're the ones -- rightly or wrongly -responsible for the carbon dioxide levels. Massive PR miscarried. So, how do you propose we have "pure motives." CHASE I don't know. But our oil wells and refineries stand useless. Steel's down to a minimum. Transportation depends on UN fusion plants. We either come out smelling like roses or lose the rest.





Wind howls. O'Reidy, Adler (chain sawing), and the two grad students work furiously to cut an ice block containing the frozen human form. An avalanche rumbles nearby, and Adler looks up at it. Scary! hit. ADLER I've never been up here when one O'REIDY We'll talk later.

Keep cutting!

Howling, crashing, roaring become deafening -- drown out chain saw. Adler saws out a final piece of ICE BLOCK. O'Reidy and grad students use axes, picks, crowbar to pry it loose. All look furtively around from time to time. Block cracks and budges. One grad student runs, gets a LARGE CANVAS TARPAULIN. They stretch it out beneath the ice block in the howling wind. Adler and O'Reidy PUSH ICE BLOCK ONTO TARP. They DRAG ICE BLOCK rapidly to helicopter. They struggle to get ice block into helicopter as WIND HOWLS and AVALANCHES RUMBLE, gesturing wildly to communicate over a DEAFENING ROAR. INT. CHASE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT. The same group mills around chatting, drinking in a congratulatory mood. Pierpont turns to Chase. PIERPONT Glad that's settled. You said you had a surprise. Chase nods, puts his drink down, gets others' attention. CHASE We have one final thing on the agenda. He walks to a door, opens it, beckons others to follow.



INT. SOPHISTICATED FUTURISTIC COMPUTER ROOM AND LAB Chase, followed by Pierpont and others, filter into the room. Chase goes to a keyboard and LARGE FLAT COLORMONITOR. Others gather around. He types on keyboard keys. BUSINESSMAN New toy, El? CHASE Had it for years. We monitor NASA -what's left after the cutbacks. Something fascinating has been happening over the last few days -- even more so over the last few hours. Chase enters code into computer. BEEP SOUND. Image comes up. ANGLE ON SCREEN shows black and white NASA Image 112 A-25 from Viking Orbiter (see Science, 3/1/86). It shows a polished dome among craters. All gaze at it. CHASE In the nineteen eighties Viking Orbiter sent back this image from Mars. (brings it close up) This dome at 39o N and 144o W has been known ever since as the Breckenridge Dome, a curiosity. (taps screen, enlarges to dots) Until a few hours ago this was the best photograph we had. NASA pooh-poohed it. Said it was an odd geological formation. But you may recall that a few months ago -- in spite of severe budget restrictions -- they sent an unmanned lander to Mars. To this exact location. INTERCUT: SPECIAL EFFECTS ON CHASE'S COMPUTER SCREEN We see a view from a SMALL AUTOMATED TRACKED VEHICLE as it explores cautiously across the red rocky Martian desert. The vehicle's TV camera raises up, pans the red desert. CHASE (v.o.) Now get this.



Vehicle camera comes to rest on an obviously constructed ANCIENT WEATHERED DOME STRUCTURE, moves rigidly and automatically to take different shots, exposures, zooms in on structural parts, etc. GRUNTS AND EXPRESSIONS OF AMAZEMENT. Screen goes to wavy lines, then blank. Computer keys are tapped. CHASE (v.o.) That's it. Something happened then. Let me run it again for you. RETURN TO SCENE The group stands around the screen, amazed. we see the ABOVE IN REPLAY. On the screen

PIERPONT Goodgawd! Someone -- or something -built it. (turns to Chase) There's no mistake about it. Taps keyboard. Freezes frame on full shot of the dome structure. CHASE The only thing for certain is that we -meaning NASA or our military -- didn't. (taps keyboard) Here. The printout has better resolution. A photograph emerges from a gizmo beside the keyboard. Chase hands it around. Pierpont takes it last, examines it. INSERT: photograph Shows a dome in Martian desert. PIERPONT (v.o.) Clear it was constructed all right. RETURN TO SCENE



Chase faces the others, waves a finger warningly. CHASE Now keep this every bit as quiet as the other things. NASA doesn't know we're tapped in. CHASE (con't) if they're keeping it secret, I presume it's for national security. It is unlikely that this is the work of the Mid-Europeans, Russians, or East Asians, but it's possible. I'll keep you informed if they regain control of the Lander's camera. EXT. GLACIER -- DARKENED DAY. Over a roar, helicopter revs up engines. CHUNKS OF AVALANCHE SNOW FLY BY. Helicopter lifts off. Avalanche rolls over below it. O'REIDY (v.o.) (shouting over noise) Holy Christmas! ADLER (v.o.) (shouting) Close! How's the ice man doing back there? STUDENT (v.o.) Keep it level. Five hundred kilos of ice sliding around back here. O'REIDY (v.o.) There's the reefer truck. Aerial shot toward the sightseeing circle on Frans-Josefs Höhe shows a refrigerator TRUCK waiting. Emblazoned on the truck's sides is: DELFT KOELTECHNIEK BV. Helicopter flies and lowers to it as TWO TRUCK EXTRAS near refrigerator truck wave wild greetings. Helicopter lands, engine idles. out go to Truckdrivers. Adler and O'Reidy spring

ADLER Let's get it into the refrigerator, now



TRUCKDRIVER I still say take it to Innsbruck? We're taking a big chance hauling it across MidEurope. ADLER We've been over it. The decision was to take it to Delft. O'REIDY (heatedly) The bigger risk is if word leaks out while we're examining it in MidEurope. And Innsbruck doesn't have the technology we have in Delft -- or the level of freedom. And we don't need the New Religions fanatics mucking it up. TRUCKDRIVER Okay. Just wanted to make sure. Let's get it in and get going before anyone spots us. The two Graduate Students have struggled the ice block off of the helicopter. All go and help drag the tarp to the truck, struggle to load it with the back loader, secure it. Truckdriver and assistant go to passenger side. O'Reidy gets in truck driver's seat, holds steering wheel, looks out at Adler. ADLER Be careful driving to Delft. that in all ways. I mean

O'REIDY We'll have to stop for a hydrogen refill. Returning Dutch truck should present no border problems. I hear you, though. Adler extends his hand to the window. They shake, more than friendly co-conspirators in a great scientific venture, lovers. ADLER Good luck, Sigle. See you at the Instituut Leeuwenhoek.



TRUCKDRIVER (from passenger seat to O'Reidy) Drop us at the Fuscher Tör. The truck starts off. grad students. INT. Adler goes to the helicopter with the


Passengers ride train. Derex sits reading a newspaper. see a PASSENGER sitting behind him. Derex goes to door as train slows into Delft Station. Passenger gets up, follows him.

Passenger holds something small and metallic, points it at Derex's neck. Derex, reaches back as if stung by a mosquito, rubs neck. Doors open. Derex exits. Passenger remains.

Train doors close in front of him. Train moves off. EXT. VLAMINGSTRAAT Derex walks toward the Hotel de Vlaming. His gait becomes slightly ataxic. When he tries key at the outside hotel door, he fumbles like a drunk. He gets door open, shakes his head, stumbles in. INT. ENTRANCE OF HOTEL DE VLAMING Henrik peers around kitchen area door as Derex stumbles in. HENRIK Oh, it's you, Arthur. DEREX (slurring speech) Waited 'till after rush hour. was most interesting. HENRIK Are you drunk, Arthur?




DEREX No. Abstinent and sober. strange.

But feel

HENRIK Maybe I should call a doctor? DEREX Just need some rest. I'll be better in the morning. Derex starts up stairs with difficulty. table by phone, picks up note. HENRIK You had a coded message. down exactly. Halfway up stairs, turns. Derex glances at it. Henrik goes to

I wrote it

Henrik hands up the message, and

DEREX Hah! Confirms what I found out in Leiden. (dourly to Henrik) They're bringing it to Delft. HENRIK The Bhattacharya thing? DEREX (increasingly slurring) No. Something altogether different. I'll want to go over to the . . . uh (glances at note) . . . Instituut Leeuwenhoek tomorrow. (starts up stairs unsteadily) I'd better turn in, Henrik. Hope I'm not coming down with something. HENRIK Be careful at the Instituut Leeuwenhoek. Something strange going on there. At the top of the stairs Derex turns, nods, waves it off. MARIA (v.o.) (shouting from distance) Who is it, Henrik?



Just Arthur. I'm not . . .

HENRIK Drunk again. DEREX

He reels and TUMBLES DOWN STAIRS. Henrik rushes to him, tries to revive him. HENRIK Mr. Smith! Mr. Smith! Arthur! are you all right? Arthur,

MARIA, elderly woman, runs to stairway. Henrik turns and shouts. HENRIK Maria, call the clinic! Maria runs toward phone. MARIA Is he . . . HENRIK (shouting) Quickly! He doesn't respond. INT. UNITED NATIONS EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY Bhattacharya sits working behind his executive desk. On it is a thin flat-screen TV INTERCOM, which BUZZES. Bhattacharya looks at it. Stereotype SECRETARY on screen. BHATTACHARYA Yes. SECRETARY Professor Ito is here, sir. Good. BHATTACHARYA Show him in.

Bhattacharya stands. Secretary opens door, motions Ito in. He strides pleased but apprehensive into the office. Bhattacharya comes around desk. They shake hands.



BHATTACHARYA So good of you to take time to come here, Professor. Sorry about all the precautions. ITO I understand. So good of you to relinquish your valuable time to talk with me, Mr. Secretary. BHATTACHARYA (motions) Please have a seat. Bhattacharya goes to his swivel chair behind desk, sits. Ito sits in chair facing desk. BHATTACHARYA I very much appreciate your approaching me privately with your new concerns. I am not saying I concur with your assertion of an imminent global temperature decline, but your stature in the scientific world demands we have this talk. ITO I felt it best not to publish until I had talked with you. The various interest groups that latched onto my original study used it as a weapon to further their own agendas. BHATTACHARYA Certainly did. Well, just what is this "inversion" you mentioned? Was it tucked away in your original study? Or something new? ITO Entirely new. (smiles reminiscent) Prompted by a question from one of my students.



ITO (continuing more seriously) I have to admit that it centers around a still unknown relationship involving the "thirty-two nuclei." That is to say, there are several new theories concerning the sudden freezing of supercooled water vapor at minus thirty-two Celsius. All theories I must stress. BHATTACHARYA As I gathered from your letter. BHATTACHARYA (con't) (leans back in swivel chair) You feel, though, that the present overheating of the oceans puts a significant quantity of moisture into this "inversion layer," and if it suddenly crystallized into ice particles, the effect would be to reflect far more of the sun's energy than you had previously estimated? ITO In a nutshell. Bhattacharya, showing concern, rubs his chin and STANDS UP. He AMBLES TO A WINDOW, stands looking out. BHATTACHARYA If -- and I say if -- this is correct, do you have any idea of the implications? ITO I've thought about it. (pause) But I'm a scientist. We deal in theories. Bhattacharya SWINGS AROUND. BHATTACHARYA (sighs) That is why I am right square in the middle. Your other theory became a rallying cry for the old order! But it lacked the hard facts needed to initiate massive international evacuation and resettlement.



ITO I had no idea it would come to this when I published it. I saw something, ran computations, analyzed results. Bhattacharya gives Ito a sharp glance, wags a finger. BHATTACHARYA Well, what gravity would you give the new Ito Study? ITO What do you mean? BHATTACHARYA Would you organize committees to plan the evacuation of North America above the 45th latitude? Knowing, of course, that when it hits the media, it will precipitate a worldwide panic that could trigger a nuclear war. (a beat, looks away) Do you realize that we might have to begin immediate planning to relocate the entire populations of Scandinavia, the Baltics, Canada, and Russia, most of the populations of MidEurope, Mongolia, and much of the population in the USA, China, and Japan. (stares at Ito) And just where would you put them? ITO (shifting uncomfortably) I would not recommend doing anything so drastic right now. BHATTACHARYA (irked) Wouldn't recommend what? Wouldn't recommend beginning the evacuation itself, or wouldn't recommend beginning planning for it -- with all the grave political implications? (sighs with resignation) I guess I should ask: how much time do you think we have?



ITO A decade. A century. I don't know. Could happen within a year, but I would say we have sizable time. (Bhattacharya glowers, Ito responds) I'll get to work on the best timeframe I can garner from all the suppositions and hypotheses. BHATTACHARYA When can I have it? ITO Let's say in a week. Bhattacharya returns to his desk, leans on it. BHATTACHARYA (concerned) Okay. I'd offer you assistance, but it could let the cat out of the bag. If word gets out that I am even talking to you . . . (stands straight, smiles) Well, you understand. Use every precaution. Keep your effort from being connected in any way with me or the United Nations. In view of the urgency, you might call in sick, just work on this. ITO I'll do that. (stands) If it would be of any help to ease your anxiety, just from what we know now, I can say we have at least a year. BHATTACHARYA Professor, a decade would be too little time for such a massive undertaking. A century would probably be too little. A year means sheer chaos -- powerful nations seizing equatorial land, resulting nuclear wars. Maybe the end of life on this planet. (a beat)



BHATTACHARYA (con't) We are dealing with a very volatile mix here. I need all the facts and figures you can get me -- as soon as you can get them to me without compromising your integrity or conclusions. (guiding Ito to door) See you next week then, Professor. Sooner if you can. Shakes Ito's hand, opens the door for him. EXT. LUXURIOUS PATIO, CHASE'S MANSION - DAY

Chase and Pierpont exit mansion, roll out into the patio. PIERPONT How do you know this? You're not bugging Bhattacharya's office? Yegods, we can't have something like that catch up with us at this point in time. CHASE No, I'm not. We got it last evening from a conversation Ito had with his wife in his office at the university. They take seats at an umbrella-covered lawn table. PIERPONT Perhaps we should postpone our little undertaking? CHASE Can't now. If we tried, it could inject loose ends that might be tied to us later. At any rate, we'll wait and see what Ito's numbers show. (a beat, pulls out cigar) No one in the scientific community -and not for lack of trying -- has been able to convincingly refute his original conclusions. When it first came out, I had my doubts -- all those wild hypothetical assumptions. But I've become half-convinced. (leans back, lights cigar) Remember when we first got hold of it. We all laughed.



PIERPONT It seemed preposterous: an ice age about to descend. CHASE (puffs cigar) But we seized on it. Drove a wedge into Bhattacharya's damned socialistic schemes -- his own using the greenhouse thing to steal our assets and redistribute them. And, thankgod, it worked to some extent. (blows smoke) Now I'm beginning to think Ito hit on something pretty damn scary. SERVANT, male 30s, exits mansion with tray of two Martinis, takes them to Chase and Pierpont. PIERPONT It's already hairy. CO2 won't be down to acceptable for another 50 years. Servant places napkins, drinks on them on table. CHASE We could have voluntarily cut back. They didn't have to wipe us out. SERVANT Will that be all, sir? CHASE Yes, thank you. PIERPONT Do you really think we could have, El? I agree with you on Bhattacharya, but someone had to take charge. But him! CHASE Instead of one of our people!

PIERPONT That will be straightened out shortly.



CHASE (clears throat) Yes. (sips) Ice age or no ice age, Bhattacharya is a damned invertebrate incompetent. (slams glass down) PIERPONT The "preparation" ready? CHASE Yes, in Delft. PIERPONT Delft? Holland? CHASE Reporter, with access to Bhattacharya. A drunk. Always stays at the same hotel in Delft. By happy coincidence, one of our recent acquisitions, the Leeuwenhoek Institute, is also there. We sequestered a wing for, ugh, "secret American research." PIERPONT Anything that might foul up? in Europe for this time? What is he

CHASE Nothing of consequence. Archeological story. Leiden University team found something in the Alps. Nothing touching on international politics. PIERPONT How do we latch onto him? CHASE We've got him. He's in an emergency clinic near our Leeuwenhoek facility, unconscious. Hundred percent our people. When he comes to, he'll be told he has an inoperable brain tumor.



CHASE (sips drink, continues) Then he'll be advised that a ray of hope exists, but experimental, if they act on it immediately. If he would agree to be transferred to facilities at the Instituut Leeuwenhoek, an attempt would be made to save his life. To encourage his cooperation, a pain-inducing drug has been administered. It is unlikely he will refuse. The "programming" should take a week after that. PIERPONT Are we insulated from potentialities? CHASE It can't get back to us. EXT. MONSTER BEACH ON THE NORTH SEA, HOLLAND - NIGHT

O'Reidy and Adler lie on a blanket by a dying campfire. Surf rolls in the distance. ADLER Why would they permit citizens of MidEurope to work in a research lab in their super-secret facility in Holland? O'REIDY PR. Keep business avenues to MidEurope active. And we're all Leiden U. ADLER Plausible. Where's the funding come from? O'REIDY All I know is when we need something, we go to a guy named van Eperen in their Amsterdam main office. ADLER I had a law professor friend in Innsbruck look into some things when they cordoned off the East Wing last week. Van Eperen's a front for an American industrialist named Ellsworth Chase. Name mean anything?



O'REIDY Should it? ADLER How about Chauncey M. Chase? O'REIDY Ellsworth his grandson? Son. years. ADLER Had a kid in his octogenarian

O'REIDY This is beginning to stink. ADLER They keep a low profile now -- since the Greenhouse Mandates. Keep ownership of properties like -- apparently -- the Instituut Leeuwenhoek under layers of dummy corporations and holding companies. O'REIDY But that's no reason for the secrecy in the East Wing. I don't like it. ADLER Gives me "uneasies."

O'REIDY Maybe it's our own secret project. We're a bundle of nerves. ADLER And fear. If something goes wrong with the only Neanderthal ever found, they'll never forgive us. O'REIDY If only Chauncey Chase had felt that fear . . . ADLER Well, we do, and that's good.



O'REIDY It's still like we found it. The only destruction so far has been very minimal micro-biopsies through the ice. X-rays, ultra-sound, NMR didn't change anything. No one can really complain. ADLER But we're not finding out much, either. Nothing to justify the abduction and secrecy. O'REIDY Takes time. That's the reason we brought it here. (recalls with enthusiasm) We've found it's male, about 30, a few bad bruises just prior to freezing. ADLER Astounding there's so little tissue damage. O'REIDY Amazing. After all that time! (stands, brushes off sand) The desiccated muscle cells I restored with Matsumoto's method are actually growing in tissue culture. Better than some from our degenerate species. That should provide a pile of findings. ADLER (stands, brushes sand) Trouble is: time's running out. It'll leak eventually. Then the media ghouls, two governments, and the scientific community will be all over us. We'll need a lot to justify what we did. O'Reidy and Adler pick up corners of the blanket, shake off sand, fold it. Adler tucks it under his arm. O'REIDY When the media sees "Neanderthal" it's going to be a mob scene. (a beat)



O'REIDY (Con't) We're beginning to need things, and I don't dare to ask -- like a huge liquid nitrogen vat for its body. I thought of letting van Eperen in on it to get one. Scratch that, now. ADLER Anyone but him. O'REIDY (points to glowing coals) We'd better not take any more chances with illegal fires and the CO2 polizie. Yeah! ADLER Let's get it out and go back.

They throw sand on the small pile of burning coals to cover it. Adler and O'Reidy walk with arms around each other's waists, stop, look up. We see NIGHT SKY WITH STARS. ADLER (v.o.) Strikingly beautiful. There's Mars. We see O'Reidy stretch her arms to encompass the whole NIGHT SKY. O'REIDY Vast. Perhaps never ending. Don't you wonder about all the possibilities that must exist out there? ADLER Oh yes. More when I was young. Now I get all wrapped up in strange science projects. And it's so often overcast here -- even when there are no storms. O'REIDY Yes, rare bit of night this. But let's get back. Micro-phoreses should be ready now. They walk to a beach parking area and a lone FUTURISTIC COMPACT CAR, get in. It drives off.



AERIAL VIEW: AUTOSNELWEG (FREEWAY) - NIGHT O'REIDY (v.o.) Clouding up fast. Another storm tonight. ADLER (v.o.) We'll stay at the Instituut tonight if it does. O'REIDY (v.o.) What do you think they're doing in the East Wing? INT. COMPACT CAR - NIGHT

Car drives on freeway, but there are no internal combustion engine sounds, only whrrring electric motors, tires. ADLER Rumor is, there's an American with an inoperable cancer. They're going to try an experimental technique. Must be quite serious. O'REIDY And important. But why all the secrecy? You'd think they'd have their PR people all over it. ADLER Maybe they're like us. Can't work in that kind of environment. And if it fails, they won't have a huge PR problem. AERIAL VIEW: AUTOSNELWEG - NIGHT A car turns off the freeway onto an exit ramp. O'REIDY (v.o.) Maybe. But they usually don't do things that way. ADLER (v.o.) Neither do we. Let's mind our own business. We're in secrecy and guilt up to our necks.





It begins to rain. Floodlights glare on gate and guard booth. Mesh fence with razor wire. On lawn surrounding a modern building, large lit sign: INSTITUUT LEEUWENHOEK, B.V. Futuristic compact car pulls up as RAIN BEGINS TO POUR. of several ARMED GUARDS steps out, hands Adler a minicomputer-device. GUARD Fingerprint and sequence. Adler and O'Reidy put fingers on device, tap codes. Device computer-beeps. O'Reidy hands it back to guard, who glances at it. Gate goes up. GUARD Clear. The car goes to a parking area with scattered futuristic cars, parks near a steel delivery door. Adler and O'Reidy jump from car wearing raingear and hurry in driving rain for the door. INT. CORRIDOR IN INSTITUUT LEEUWENHOEK One

O'Reidy and Adler quickly enter through steel delivery door, shake water from dripping raingear, exchange amused looks. They go down a corridor to a door with a sign that reads: RIJKSUNIVERSITIET TE LEIDEN / GROEP BIOTECHNIEK. Adler pulls out a plastic card, slips it in slot. opens, and they go in. INT. LEIDEN GROUP'S LABORATORY The lab is filled with research and diagnostic medicalbiological APPARATUS on laboratory benches, with lab stools scattered around. Another back room and a FREEZER-LOCKER DOOR can be seen. Adler flicks door shut. O'Reidy and he hang up rain gear. O'REIDY I'll take a peek at the micro-phoreses. O'Reidy goes to a computerized apparatus with monitor Door



screen, pulls out a capillary tube, puts it into a "reader" slot. Data scroll across screen too distant to actually read. O'REIDY Type "O" positive -- but a less complex "O" than now, and really not very "positive." (turns to Adler) He's very human -- homo sapien. ADLER Was very human -- when he lived 37 thousand years ago. O'REIDY I'm afraid he's getting to seem like a long lost brother. ADLER (jokingly) The strain getting too much? (a beat, seriously) Let's give it up until tomorrow. O'REIDY (playfully) Wolf, you aren't getting jealous of the Neanderthal? ADLER If he's your brother, you certainly don't look your age. O'REIDY Storm's raging out there. We better stay here. I'll pull out the futon. ADLER Yes. Canals will be over their banks by morning. We won't be able to get back here. O'Reidy shuts off the apparatus. shut door, turn out lab lights. They go to the back room, FADE TO BLACK A long beat. There is a KNOCK-KNOCK at the door. KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK is loud and demanding. A beat.



LIGHT STABS INTO THE DARK LAB as door opens. Adler, in night clothes, comes through the back door of the lab. He goes to the corridor door. O'Reidy stands in shaft of light. KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK turns to BANG-THUMP-BANG. Adler TURNS ON LAB LIGHTS. We see Adler. I'm coming. ADLER I'm coming!

He opens the door. A wet dripping UNIFORMED YOUNG MAN from a messenger service thrusts an ENVELOPE to Adler. MESSENGER (in Dutch) Doctor Groenhart. from Derex. Your blood sample ADLER (in English) It's 4:17 AM. I'm not Doctor Groenhart, and I don't know what-the-hell a Derex is. MESSENGER (English with Dutch accent) Arthur Derex. Patient with a brain tumor. He's on his way here from the clinic. (shifts impatiently) Do you know where I can find Doctor Groenhart? Or, can you give this to him? O'Reidy steps into lab. O'REIDY No one's going to find any Doctor Groenhart at this time of night in this lousy weather. We'll take it -- find him in the morning. Here, give him a tip, Wolfgang. (steps to purse, hands money) Here. Messenger hands Adler the envelope, Adler gives tip. MESSENGER



Thanks. You don't know how long they kept me at the gate -- in this rain. Messenger hurries down corridor. SOUND OF STEEL DELIVERY DOOR OPENING, WILD WIND BLOWING, DOOR CLOSING. Adler shuts the lab door, looks at the envelope, at O'Reidy. ADLER His name is Derex? O'REIDY We just need a drop. Let's see what kind of strange tumor this guy has -that justifies cordoning off a whole wing of this place. Adler hands her the envelope. She takes it to the previous apparatus, opens it while dry-ice fumes rush out, removes a test tube with red contents, uncaps it, injects a syringe, extracts a drop, puts it on a tiny slit of paper, and inserts it in the gizmo. She hands Adler the test tube, he snaps the cap back on, puts it in the cooler-envelope, takes some trouble to properly reseal envelope, and puts it on lab bench. ADLER I'm going to put some clothes on, find out where this Groenhart character is. How long will you be with that? O'REIDY Ten minutes. Adler goes into the back room. We see Adler come out fully dressed. He picks up the envelope, opens the door, turns to O'Reidy. ADLER I hope this doesn't become complicated.



INT. CORRIDOR, INSTITUUT LEEUWENHOEK - NIGHT Adler, carrying envelope, heads down the corridor, turns a corner, heads down more corridor, turns a corner. Sign reads: RESTRICTED AREA in English, Dutch, French, and German. A yawning seated ARMED GUARD reluctantly stands, holds up a warning hand, fingers a MACHINE PISTOL. ARMED GUARD (Dutch accent) Sorry, sir. No further. Adler holds up the envelope. ADLER It's a blood sample from the hospital for a Doctor Groenwald . . . (glances at envelope) Er, Doctor Groenhart. ARMED GUARD (grumbling) Gate said it was coming. Wondered what happened to it. (reaches out) I'll take it. Adler hands him the envelope. ADLER I met him in the corridor. in a hurry to get back. Armed Guard inspects envelope. ARMED GUARD I'll see that Doctor Groenhart gets it promptly. Adler nods, turns, goes back around the corner of the corridor. INT. LEIDEN GROUP'S LABORATORY O'Reidy, now hastily dressed, Said he was

Adler enters, closes door. looks up.



ADLER The guard took it. I'm glad of that. I didn't want to get into a discussion with this Doctor Groenhart at this time of the morning. (sighs relief) Find anything? O'REIDY Yeah! Something's funny, all right. There's nothing wrong with this Derex. Perfectly healthy! No tumors. But take a look at this. O'Reidy and Adler go to a flat computer screen. She taps a key and molecular diagrams come up, one after another, numerical values appearing beside each. ADLER Wow, is he doped up. Exotic hypnotic drugs. Almost O.D.'d on them. O'REIDY So, what do you think? ADLER I think we made a terrible mistake. We're in trouble. Big trouble. I concur. O'REIDY Can we wiggle out?

ADLER Don't count on it. Some kind of hardball intrigue going on. O'REIDY Ellsworth Chase? ADLER Yeah. They created a fiction about this guy for a damn good reason, and they aren't going to risk anything blowing it. Guys like Chase don't fool around. O'REIDY I hear that.



ADLER They're going to be down here first thing in the morning -- if not sooner -and they're going to be all over this place to see what we might know. O'REIDY (regretful moan) Ohhh! There goes the Neanderthal. ADLER Any ideas? O'REIDY No. But Derex and the Neanderthal are both type "O" positive. ADLER That isn't going to help us. An emphatic BANG-BANGING erupts at the door. Adler and O'Reidy turn HORRIFIED. Adler goes to the door as the BANGBANGING increases in intensity. ADLER (in low voice) Sooner than I thought. Keep cool. me handle it.


Adler opens the door. DOCTOR GROENHART, mid-30s, Dutch surgeon (identical to character played by Derex) and an Armed GUARD storm in. Groenhart steps up impolitely close to Adler, stares him in the face. GROENHART (Dutch accent) You delivered a package addressed to me. How did you happen to obtain it? ADLER A courier knocked on the door. Had a package for you. He was dripping wet, said he was in a hurry. So I told him I would take it down and give it to you. (indicates Guard) I took it down the hall. Your man here said he would give it to you.



GROENHART I see. (steps back) He gave you the package, and you brought it to this man here. And did you happen to notice where it was from? ADLER Some clinic I think. Is something wrong? GROENHART (slow, ominously, calculated) Not as far as I can tell right now! (grunts, clears throat) The problem I have is that there were specific orders to deliver it to no one else but me. (studies them distrustfully) I shall make a complaint to the courier service. By the way, what is it you do here in this lab? ADLER Biochemical anthropology. GROENHART And do you always work so late? O'REIDY We stayed here because of the storm. GROENHART Agh! It will last all night, I am afraid. (glances suspiciously around) You are doing something specific here tonight? O'REIDY Analyses of some Mousterian organic matter. GROENHART Mousterian! I am one of the few people who is interested in what became of the Mousterians, the Neanderthals. And where was it obtained?



O'REIDY Austria. GROENHART Austria, eh. A pretty country. (shoots Guard a cue) Well, sorry to have disturbed you. night.


Guard grabs handle of door. Before Adler and O'Reidy can say more, Groenhart abruptly marches out with Guard, who closes door. Adler and O'Reidy sigh relief. ADLER I'm certain that's not the end of it. INT. TIMMERMANN'S VIENNA APARTMENT LIVING ROOM - DAY

Timmermann sits anxiously in an easy chair. The doorbell rings, and she jumps to answer it. Gwynne Griffith steps in with a quick perfunctory wave. GRIFFITH Morning, Kat. Find a seat. Sounds good. Griffith sits in a living room chair. standing. Timmermann remains TIMMERMANN You want some tea? GRIFFITH

TIMMERMANN Egypt and Robert still bothering you? GRIFFITH I'll never get over it. But what can I do? TIMMERMANN How about Manya?



GRIFFITH She's still very depressed. (toys nervously with bracelet) Katty, something's wrong. When I got to the lab this morning, I found they had transmitted all of their data -- photos, x-rays, analyses, everything -- here to Vienna. They must have begun around five this morning. Janitor said the printer was going continuously from then. TIMMERMANN Where's the data now? GRIFFITH Locked up in my desk drawers. (gulps) That's what makes it so strange -- that they would risk interception between Delft and here. Blow the whole thing. We all have been so careful. Timmermann steps over to a window. TIMMERMANN I got a call from Wolfgang this morning. Something is wrong. What? GRIFFITH What happened?

TIMMERMANN Something very illegal is going on in other parts of the Instituut Leeuwenhoek. The parties involved in that -- the owners no less -- may believe that Sigle and Wolfgang have found them out. GRIFFITH Ho-lee . . . TIMMERMANN They may suddenly be forced to close up the lab. Wolfgang asked me to make sure their data were safe.



GRIFFITH There was something strange at the end of the transmission: high doses of several exotic hypnotic drugs. I can't imagine what that has to do with the Neanderthal. Timmermann walks toward kitchen. TIMMERMANN It may be their bargaining chip. There isn't much we can do from here. I'll fix some tea. Timmermann disappears into the kitchen. GRIFFITH I guess we'll just have to wait and see. EXT. DELFT MARKT (MARKET SQUARE) - LATE AFTERNOON, EARLY EVENING O'Reidy and Adler walk ON WET PAVEMENT from the Langendijk into the Square by the New Church. O'REIDY They moved Derex to the Instituut while we were transmitting our data. ADLER This morning? O'REIDY While it was still dark. It might be a good sign that they aren't worried about what we might know. ADLER I don't think so. It's already been set in motion. They're probably powerless to stop it. In fact, Groenhart was probably there because he had to receive this Derex guy. O'REIDY What's going on with these guys?



ADLER Whatever it is, I'm sure they won't risk any loose ends like us. I think our lives may be in danger. O'REIDY Let's not get dramatic, Wolfgang. ADLER Sigle, they're obviously programming Derex for something serious. I would say assassination. O'Reidy stops abruptly. Adler halts. O'REIDY Assassinate whom? ADLER If you were Ellsworth Chase, who would you want to assassinate? 'REIDY Bhattacharya? ADLER Oh yes, oh yes! Now can you see our very precarious position? God, Wolfgang! O'REIDY Now I'm scared.

ADLER Me too. Damn, why did this have to happen now? Below the massive structure of the New Church, they stand looking at each other. ADLER Let's make a run for Vienna. O'REIDY Abandon the Neanderthal? It's the most important discovery of the century.



ADLER We'll get a refrigerator truck. (glances at watch) But we can't until morning. No. They walk silently toward the City Hall by the statue of Hugo Grotius. A beat while they walk. O'REIDY (breaking silence) Should we risk going back to the Instituut, or call someone else in the group? ADLER I don't think any of them would understand why we suddenly want to take it to Vienna. Might really complicate the situation. O'REIDY Groenhart certainly did not seem satisfied with our story. (ponders) But he can't know that we know anything. He'll be hesitant to upset the apple cart given his own problems. ADLER (shakes head with emphatic negative) Uh-uh! He's not going to take any chances. And we've become a chance he can't afford to take. The only question is: will he make his move on us before tomorrow? O'REIDY I don't think he'll do anything to bring the police into the Instituut while Derex is there. That would give us a few days. ADLER Good point. Okay, let's use all that good lab equipment to find out as much as we can tonight. In the morning we'll



get the refrigerator truck, send our people on errands, load our boy onto it, and make a break for Vienna. O'REIDY I'm going to jump at every tiny noise. EXT. ENTRANCE GATE TO INSTITUUT LEEUWENHOEK - DUSK

Their futuristic compact car pulls up to the gate. Guard hands a device in the Adler at driver's side window. GUARD Fingerprint and code. Adler and O'Reidy touch fingers to the device, tap in codes. It fails to beep. I'm sorry. GUARD Please try it again. Long beat. Beeper beeps.

Adler and O'Reidy do it over.

GUARD Okay, clear. Gate raises. Adler drives in. Gate closes. Bad sign!

O'REIDY Never had to repeat it before. Adler mops his brow. INT. CORRIDOR, INSTITUUT LEEUWENHOEK

O'Reidy and Adler enter through delivery door. They hurry to the door labeled RIJKSUNIVERSITIET TE LEIDEN / GROEP BIOTECHNIEK. O'Reidy inserts her card. The door fails to open. They look at each other as she tries it again and fails. Adler knocks. RESEARCHER, male, 30's, in white lab coat, opens door, glares angrily. RESEARCHER What-in-hell's going on! O'Reidy and Adler hurry in. Researcher shuts door.



INT. LABORATORY Researcher glares confrontationally at O'Reidy and Adler. TECHNICIAN, female, 30s, in white lab coat, approaches. O'REIDY I don't know. ADLER What's the problem? RESEARCHER Van Eperen and a Doctor Groenhart were just here with someone who seems to be from the Rijkspolitzie. TECHNICIAN Implied you might be manufacturing potent designer drugs here late at night. RESEARCHER And I ask in all seriousness, Wolf: were you? ADLER Of course not. TECHNICIAN Well, what's going on then? ADLER I can't tell you right now. RESEARCHER Why not? Trust us. O'REIDY It's very complex.

RESEARCHER (points threateningly) We're cutting out of here until you can explain it. I don't want my visa canceled for some damn drug bust.



O'REIDY We can tell you all about it tomorrow. Okay? TECHNICIAN It better be good. RESEARCHER It better clear up this whole mess! Anyway, we're gone for the day. Researcher and Technician go to coat rack, hang up their white lab coats. TECHNICIAN They wanted to look in the freezer. I lied. Said only you had the padlock combo. ADLER Thanks, Janina. RESEARCHER I don't know what they'll say when they find the you-know-what in there. I don't either. out of it. O'REIDY We'll try to keep them

Researcher and Technician open door step out in corridor. SOUND OF MARCHING FOOTSTEPS greets them. RESEARCHER Here they come again. We're out of here. They take off. Adler jumps over and SLAMS THE DOOR. ADLER Get ready for anything! O'REIDY What are we going to do? ADLER Play it by ear. EMPHATIC BANGING AT THE DOOR. Adler opens it. Groenhart, VAN EPEREN, 60s, Dutch



businessman in suit, CAPTAIN VAN DER EIJK of the Rijkspolizie, plain clothes detective, 40s, ARMED GUARD, and GUARD march in. GROENHART There was mention of drug manufacturing in this lab. If you know what I mean. ADLER No. Exactly what do you mean, Doctor Groenhart. GROENHART (cynically syrupy soft) I mean we are going to search this lab. You know Mr. Van Eperin, I'm sure. If there is anything amiss, Captain van der Eijk of the Rijkspolizie here may want to ask you some questions. (points at van der Eijk) The first thing is, we want to look in the freezer. Your lock combination, please. O'REIDY We have some precious and delicate specimens and reagents in there. Joint property of Leiden and Vienna Universities. VAN EPEREN Miss O'Reidy, as president and chief executive officer of Instituut Leeuwenhoek, I order you to unlock the freezer. Leiden University uses these facilities at our pleasure. GROENHART The combination please. Or must we destroy the padlock? ADLER (sighs resignation) Okay. Just promise to exercise great care. GROENHART We shall, Mr. Adler. We shall. Adler goes to freezer door with O'Reidy, Groenhart, van



Eperen, and van der Eijk in tow. The freezer door opens. stands by door. INT. FREEZER LOCKER

He taps in a code. Armed guard

They all file in.

Groenhart, van Eperen, and van der Eijk snoop around shelves of reagents, specimens. Van der Eijk goes to the huge block of ice centered on the floor of the freezer, brushes the top of the ice block smooth and peers in. VAN DER EIJK There's a body in here. Groenhart and van Eperen rush over, squint into the ice block as van der Eijk points. The Armed Guard enters, joins the examination. Adler looks helplessly at O'Reidy. Groenhart, van Eperen jump up, confront Adler and O'Reidy. GROENHART What is going on? Nothing was ever said about cadavers here. VAN EPEREN I hope you have the proper papers for it. Use of human bodies for research is subject to very careful restrictions in the Netherlands. I have never heard of one outside a medical school. Van der Eijk wipes more of the ice block smooth, continues examining it. It's not human. O'REIDY It's a primate.

Van der Eijk stands, walks pondering over to O'Reidy. VAN DER EIJK Just what kind of a primate would you call it. (studies her professionally) It looks very human to me. I don't see any tail.



GROENHART Why is it being kept in a block of ice? ADLER Because that's the way we found it. Groenhart looks aggressively at Adler and then at O'Reidy. GROENHART You just found it? Did not even legally acquire it? And where, may I ask, did you find it. The canals haven't frozen over in decades. Van Eperen wags an accusing finger at the two. VAN EPEREN You had better have a very good explanation! Everything done at the Instituut Leeuwenhoek is strictly legal and ethical. ADLER Is it really? GROENHART What is that supposed to mean? Van Der Eijk intercedes, stepping toward Adler. VAN DER EIJK We clearly have a human body here. We need its identification, all the necessary legal permissions, and the reason for its presence in your laboratory. If anything is amiss, I am required to have it taken to the morgue. I told you. O'REIDY It's a primate.

VAN DER EIJK (testily) Exactly what kind of a primate, Ma'am? And exactly where did you obtain it? Van der Eijk glares at O'Reidy and Adler for an answer. Groenhart, van Eperen shift impatiently. O'Reidy turns hopelessly to Adler. O'REIDY



Tell him everything? Everything. VAN DER EIJK Immediately.

ADLER It's a Neanderthal. It came from a glacier on Gross Glockner -- the Alps. VAN DER EIJK (incredulously) A Neanderthal! Are you telling me that there is a Neanderthal in that block of ice? (scratches chin suspiciously) There haven't been any Neanderthals for fifty thousand years. O'REIDY Radiocarbon spectrometry shows this one died about thirty-seven thousand years ago. Van der Eijk bites his lip, turns to Groenhart and van Eperen. The new twist has all three stunned. They look at one another Adler grabs at the opportunity, waves to the specimen shelves, thermometer. ADLER Well, it's out. We did not intend to go public this way. But I wish you would all kindly step out of the freezer. It's warming up too much for our specimens and reagents. Van Eperen, Groenhart look at van der Eijk. He grudgingly nods. VAN DER EIJK We can continue this discussion in the lab. (turns to van Eperen) Anything more you need in here, sir?



VAN EPEREN No. Van der Eijk gestures toward the door. All file out into the lab. INT. LEIDEN GROUP'S LABORATORY

Groenhart, van Eperen, and van der Eijk stand facing Adler and O'Reidy just outside closed freezer door. Groenhart rubs his chin. GROENHART I suppose the responsible faculty at Leiden University can verify this? ADLER Of course. I'll give you their names, telephone extensions. GROENHART (without enthusiasm) When this gets out, world attention will naturally be focussed on the Instituut Leeuwenhoek. O'Reidy shoots Adler a glance, smiles cynically at Groenhart. O'REIDY We may have common interests in keeping this little secret a while longer, Doctor. (nods to van der Eijk) Perhaps you might use your influence with the detective captain. An official report might be delayed while the "investigation" continues? GROENHART Yes, I understand you exactly, Doctor O'Reidy. (turns to van der Eijk) Captain van der Eijk, I assume you have no intention of reporting this immediately? VAN DER EIJK



None at all, sir. As you know, it is my job to keep secrets. Groenhart nods to van Eperen, van der Eijk, gestures toward the corridor. GROENHART Gentlemen, I can see we are finished here for now. Would you join me in my office. They go to the door, van Eperen and van der Eijk exit into the corridor. Groenhart holds the doorknob, looks back at Adler, O'Reidy. GROENHART We'll talk more about this shortly. Don't leave. Groenhart closes the door. INT. CHASE'S LUXURIOUS EXECUTIVE OFFICE - EARLY MORNING

Collectors items, Mayan, Egyptian Greek, Roman sculpture, van Gogh and Renoir paintings, Delftware dishes decorate office. Chase, sitting at a magnificent futuristic desk, holds a futuristic VIDEOPHONE EARPIECE to his ear. His expression turns from bland to incredulous to angry. CHASE Run that by me again. You say they have a what in there? A beat. Chase listens with astonishment, concern. CHASE (bland, disbelieving) A Neanderthal. A beat. Listens. Frowning, shakes head.

CHASE A real damn Neanderthal in a block of ice? (runs hand through hair) You sure?



We see the flat videoscreen of the videophone, Groenhart talking. Chase listens, bangs his fist on his desk. CHASE Well, isn't that just dandy. On the videophone screen Groenhart looks tired but anxious while he talks (w.o.s.) Chase leans forward, glares angrily at him. CHASE You're damn right it's through. going to have to close up shop, beginning immediately. On the screen Groenhart says something. head. You're

Chase shakes his

CHASE No, you'll have to neutralize them. (a beat, frowns angrily) Any way you can. Groenhart looks helpless on the screen. firms. Chase's expression

CHASE I really don't care how, Doctor. Use your imagination. You have degrees from Leiden, Harvard, and Stanford; now don't tell me you can't think of anything. By God, you'll think of a way. All by yourself. CHASE (con't) (a beat, listens) No, I don't want to know. Don't call me; I'll call you. Chase slams the phone down and the screen goes off. He leans on his desk, props his head between his hands, scratches it. INT. LEIDEN GROUP'S LABORATORY O'Reidy sits anxiously on a lab stool.

Adler paces.



ADLER Maybe we could get some dry ice, take out the back seat -- something like that. Head for Vienna. Once we're across the Dutch border . . . O'REIDY Skip it. Time's up. He'll be right back after he gets rid of the cop and van Eperen -- makes a call to you-knowwho. (a beat) We could split right now -- just us! Adler stops pacing. ADLER What about the gate? Guards? O'REIDY Crash it? ADLER Pretty risky. On the other hand, if we stick it out . . . O'REIDY We could end up at the bottom of a canal. ADLER Not right away. The mere fact that we found a Neanderthal is insurance. Publicity. Police. And that thing down the hall isn't properly covered up. We're in a position to deal, buy time. Adler sits on a lab stool. O'REIDY Okay. The deal we need is to get our boy out of here -- to Vienna, or at least Leiden U. Today! ADLER Yeah. And when that's done, we can work on saving our own skins. O'Reidy sighs, shrugs, motions to the freezer. O'REIDY



Do you think he would have had any idea things like this would be revolving around him 37 thousand years later? ADLER (waves hand around lab) Might be puzzled by all these results of progress. But he would sure understand Doctor Groenhart . . . Groenhart SHOVES DOOR OPEN, barges in. ADLER We were just talking about you. GROENHART I was just thinking about you. He drags a lab stool over. O'REIDY We would like to . . . GROENHART (interrupting) This is the way I see it -- as a fellow scientist among scientists. (sits on stool facing them) This Neanderthal is without a doubt the most fascinating discovery in modern times. You will have to pardon me for being completely stunned when you first revealed it to us. But I have had time to think now. (a beat, a sigh) Scientific ethics. You both come up a little short. Not to mention the laws of the Netherlands and MidEurope. O'REIDY We had some fierce discussions and debates even before we cut it out of the glacier. It has been kept at exactly the temperature we found it. We have only taken micro-samples.



ADLER And who are you to quibble about scientific ethics, Doctor? Shall we begin a long noisy discussion? GROENHART Point taken! Very well then, let's just stick with science. (glances around lab) It would seem that you removed specimens for tissue culture and are familiar with Matsumoto's method. Did any cells grow? Smooth muscle. O'REIDY With surprising vigor.

Groenhart looks astonished, pleased. GROENHART And nerve cells? Are you familiar with the Chan-Wang revival technique? ADLER Of course. Micro-biopsy probe only removed a few peripheral neurons. But some grew. Groenhart leans forward, slaps hands on knees. GROENHART Astounding! That is . . . (thoughts race, eyes dart) You must know of Malinovsky's work. O'REIDY I've heard of him. Brain transplants? GROENHART Successful memory transplants! In mammals. Learned memory in cerebral cortex neurons transplanted from one animal to another. Preserved virtually intact. ADLER What are you driving at, Doctor? about ethics! Talk



GROENHART (indignant) Forget ethics! You have abducted and hid the only specimen of a Neanderthal this planet has seen in fifty-thousand years -- amid the most stringent secrecy I've ever seen in anthropology. Surely you know that when this becomes public, you will face censure from the entire scientific community. ADLER We have . . . GROENHART (raises finger) Let me finish. We are only going to add one small item to the long list of transgressions. I say we, because -for better or for worse -- fate and circumstance have brought us together in this, and there is no turning back now. As I know you know, we have a man named Smith in the East Wing who expects to have a tumor removed. O'REIDY You mean Derex. Groenhart JUMPS UP IN ANGER, points accusingly at O'Reidy. GROENHART Where did you get that name? ADLER From the specimen envelope. Groenhart puts a hand to his chin. GROENHART Possibly my fault. Anyway that's over. But it does not change things for us. The man in there will have some brain surgery. O'REIDY Even though he does not have a tumor.



GROENHART My my! We seem to know all kinds of things! Well, it doesn't matter. He has to have surgery because people at the clinic expect him to have surgery. If not, it would signal that something had gone wrong, begin to raise questions. The other choice would be to have him expire and execute a death certificate, and that would seem to waste a marvelous opportunity. ADLER And you're going to perform the surgery? O'REIDY (mumbles) This is outrageous. GROENHART (to O'Reidy) Is it? We have the most sophisticated state-of-the-art operating room on the planet, the best micro-neurosurgical equipment available anywhere. And standing by, we have the most highly skilled California micro-neurosurgeon that money could buy. Also one of the most corrupt. O'REIDY What if we won't go along with it? A beat. Groenhart grins cynically. GROENHART My good colleagues, it is an offer you cannot refuse. The record will show that you sought and requested this experimental operation -- that you hired the California surgeon, and that you secretly brought the Neanderthal here for this purpose. All done, of course, completely without our knowledge. ADLER And you think you can get away with this? GROENHART Only time will tell.



GROENHART (con't) (a beat) Here is what we will do. An individual has been brought here to perform surgery, the best equipment has been assembled for our pretense, but into our arms has come the opportunity of a century. If the surgery fails, we have prepared a cover story. If anything leaks out, we'll just let the police and scientific community sort things out as they will seem. (a beat) So you see, you have as great a stake as any in keeping this little secret. O'Reidy jumps up. O'REIDY We won't let you. It's our Neanderthal. GROENHART (laughs cynically) You have no choice. Two armed guards outside will accompany you to the executive suite. You'll be released when we have completed the surgery. I will extract some material from your Neanderthal's visual and auditory areas and implant the memory units. Should take no more than five hours. O'REIDY If you remove it from the ice, you'll need a huge nitrogen bath. Or it'll begin decomposing. GROENHART We have one. For Mr. Derex -- for contingencies. Let's just say, he would have been "released," expired elsewhere if anything had gone wrong. Groenhart opens the lab door. Two Armed Guards enter.

GROENHART Take them to the executive suite. Guards lead Adler and O'Reidy out. Groenhart follows.



INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE, UNITED NATIONS BUILDING - DAY Bhattacharya escorts Ito, and DR. SUZANNE DE FONTAINE, demographer, 50s, from Ivory Coast, into his office. She carries five or six inches of bound manuscript. He introduces the two as they go to futuristic easy chairs. A LARGE FLAT VIDEO SCREEN can be seen. BHATTACHARYA (introducing) Doctor Suzanne de Fontaine, University of the Ivory Coast, a demographer. Ryunosuke Ito, professor of atmospheric physics, Harvard. ITO Pleasure, Doctor de Fontaine. They take seats. DE FONTAINE The Ito Study? ITO That's what I've become. I never dreamed it would come to this. BHATTACHARYA But it has. Now, Professor Ito, would you outline what you told me earlier for Doctor de Fontaine. ITO Including the numbers? BHATTACHARYA Just the gist. And Dr. de Fontaine, see if this suggests any changes in your scenarios. At any rate, brush over them again for the professor. ITO I must caution, there is considerable speculation in this. Unfortunately, it is the best I can do with lack of data on new climate conditions. BHATTACHARYA



Now Professor, your "speculations" are highly regarded. We are taking this very seriously. ITO Ah so. Well, there are several scenarios, depending on extrapolations, conjectures. The most portentous speculates on ultra-high altitude methane accumulation -- most from fermentation of the massive plankton mortality that brought on the carbon dioxide emergency -- much of the rest from high latitude tundra warming and decay. BHATTACHARYA (leaning to de Fontaine) As you know, methane is a lighter-thanair greenhouse gas. But no one had considered the ultra-high altitude effects. ITO Yes. That methane has steadily depleted into space, and we may have reached a critical point. An inversion layer of water vapor at ultra-high altitude had been sustained, but the steady reduction in methane density has led to its cooling under conditions we can only duplicate with computer models. These predict an imminent "diamond dust" solidification. DE FONTAINE What is "diamond dust"? ITO A highly reflective form of ice crystal. A layer surrounding the planet will reflect seventy to ninety percent of solar energy. DE FONTAINE Could a solar storm trigger it?



ITO Very likely. It would provide both the freezing nuclei and break down the remaining methane into non-greenhouse fractions. BHATTACHARYA A double-edged sword. A sudden new ice age. Thank you, Professor. (stands, to de Fontaine) There are two other equally convincing scenarios for sudden catastrophic cooling. Assuming the worst, let me relate your evacuation scenarios as I understand them. (speaks toward his desk) Desk! Screen! (screen emerges from desk) Correct me if I have misunderstood anything. (to desk videoscreen) On screen! Scenario One! 21ST CENTURY WORLD MAP comes up on the videoscreen. Bhattacharya assumes a lecturing stance. BHATTACHARYA (con't) If we go public immediately: this results in mass panic -- sheer panic. The pressure on even the best and wisest of national governments forces them to take extreme measures, but these fail to prevent mass hoarding, unplanned enormous population shift to midlatitudes. (motions hand across screen) In short, social and economic destabilization resulting in political chaos. (firmly enunciating) On screen! Next! The next MAP shows THE WORLD IN THE LAST ICE AGE, a geological map. INSERT: GEOLOGICAL MAP SHOWS ICE AGE CONTINENTAL GLACIERS, POINTER IN MOTION



BHATTACHARYA (v.o.)(con't) Moreover, it does not take great imagination to see what happens when these governments control no territory outside the known previous ice sheets. What happens when most of the population of Britain attempts to cross . . . (pointer to English channel) . . . into France, for instance? War. Nuclear war. (pointer elsewhere on map) Et cetera here and here. RETURN TO SCENE Bhattacharya motions to a MINIATURE DISPLAY of UN member nation FLAGS on a exhibit table. BHATTACHARYA Scenario two: We secretly inform all the heads of state -- member and non-member nations, main political sub-entities. (to screen) On screen! Next! INSERT: WORLD MAP SHOWING ARROWS FOR MILITARY MOVES BY NATIONS BHATTACHARYA (v.o.) (con't) Result: Devious plans, international scramble, very shortly reckless military posturing and showdowns for not only the limited mid-latitude land, but land access routes to it. Can you see anyone, in the desperation, withholding use of any sort of weapon -- nuclear, chemical, biological? RETURN TO SCENE Bhattacharya scratches the back of his neck, sighs.



BHATTACHARYA (con't) But it will be even worse if the ice age suddenly develops and no plans have been made at all. It is incumbent on this office, therefore, to have plans and make at least some secret preparations. DE FONTAINE If I may, another thought. We can only guess where the new good agricultural lands will be in the ice age climate. BHATTACHARYA Yes, one more problem. (to screen) On screen! Next! INSERT: WORLD MAP SHOWING PRESENT MAJOR GRAIN AREAS. BHATTACHARYA (v.o.) The great grain-growing areas of the Americas, Europe, and Asia will be lost. So even if world population relocation miraculously goes smoothly, and even if . . . (to screen) On screen! Next! INSERT: WORLD MAP SHOWING ICE CAP, PRESENT DESERT AREAS ARE GREEN BHATTACHARYA (v.o.) . . . the ice-age Sahara and central Australia will allow large scale grain growing, we face mass starvation -- huge loss of life -- until the climate settles into predictable weather patterns for productive agriculture. Decades, maybe centuries. RETURN TO SCENE ITO I have to admit being a little overwhelmed. What can we do?



BHATTACHARYA Something rather than nothing. (points to de Fontaine's ms) May I have that for a moment. DE FONTAINE Of course. De Fontaine hands Bhattacharya the bound manuscript. BHATTACHARYA Doctor de Fontaine has compiled this analysis of mass relocation alternatives. Frankly, some of it does not seem feasible. For instance, this proposal to relocate the entire population of the Netherlands in Indonesia overlooks animosities lingering from the colonialist period. ITO Moreover, you have to consider the great oceanic storms. INTERCUT: STOCK HURRICANE ITO (v.o.) The sudden cooling will leave the oceans warm. They will boil into hurricanes with a great suddenness -- constant storms of unprecedented magnitude. RETURN TO SCENE ITO (con't) It will make relocation to and from islands impossible. Coastal areas everywhere will be uninhabitable. Bhattacharya looks upset. BHATTACHARYA I hadn't considered that. (to de Fontaine) Did you, Doctor?



DE FONTAINE (glumly) No. Bhattacharya taps bound manuscript. BHATTACHARYA Let's use this as a starting point for now. But I believe we're back to the drawing board. They exchange glum expressions. INT. COMPUTER ROOM, CHASE'S MANSION They go toward his futuristic

Chase ushers Pierpont in. computer.

CHASE Enough, Randy. I don't want to hear any more about it. It's done. It's over! I'm working up something else on it now. (he stops at computer) The reason I asked you over is to take a look at this. Chase and Pierpont stand in front of computer screen. taps keys. INSERT: COMPUTER SCREEN SHOWING THE DOME FROM NASA VEHICLE ON MARS. CHASE (v.o.)(con't) I've enhanced it. You see along here, a mote or deep excavation surrounding it. Even if the probe had continued, it could not have reached the dome. SOUND: TAP-TAP OF KEYS. PATTERNS. CORNER OF SCREEN SHOWS BOX WITH DOT Chase

CHASE (v.o.)(con't) Now see this? The lander did not pick up any life signs or radio emissions. But it carried a crude neutrino detector.



RETURN TO SCENE Chase points to changing dot patterns in the box on his computer screen. CHASE (con't) I've run an analysis on this. For all the crudeness of the neutrino detector, it shows patterns restricted to intelligence. They exchange frowns. PIERPONT Human or non-human? CHASE That is the question. (taps key, view on screen changes) Look at this enhancement. How ancient! More weathered than the Egyptian pyramids, and probably exotic metal. Not recent. INSERT: COMPUTER SCREEN SHOWS ENHANCEMENT OF DOME, OLD AND WEATHERED PIERPONT (v.o.) Centuries old. Can't be human. CHASE (v.o.) Probably not planning an invasion. Or they surely would have done it by now. RETURN TO SCENE Chase and Pierpont exchange frowns. PIERPONT Can't be Martians as such. Never found any recent sign of life there. Yeah. INT. CHASE I don't know what to make of it.




O'Reidy sprawls disheveled from a long wait on a couch, Adler on an easy chair. Seven hours. O'REIDY How much longer? ADLER Probably not much. O'REIDY And then? ADLER Play it by ear. Groenhart will come back gloating over his success. O'REIDY If it's not a success? ADLER Probably will be -- at least in the short run. Memory implant itself should go well. Post-op complications, rejections take time. (a beat) But if anything does happen to Derex, we're in deep doo-doo. O'REIDY Here's wishing him a lot of Irish luck. If we get out of here, we split for Vienna. No Neanderthal. Okay? ADLER Okay. SOUND OF KEY TURNING LOCK. Groenhart, in operating scrub greens, mask dangling from neck, BARGES IN full of pride, self-congratulation. Adler and O'Reidy stand without enthusiasm.



GROENHART (excitedly) Went marvelously! Considering the experimental nature, you have to say it was an amazingly successful operation. (studies their glumness) Don't you grasp the significance? It was the most astounding experimental surgery in all of human history. I'm absolutely thrilled. ADLER (blandly) We appreciate the significance. I'm sure you will understand that we are a little weary and upset from being cooped up here. How is the patient doing? GROENHART Well! I intend to let him emerge from the anesthetic rather than follow standard post-op procedure. ADLER If you were successful, he is in for a terrible psychological shock when he regains consciousness. O'REIDY Wouldn't it be best to wait until the incisions healed some? GROENHART I considered it carefully. had no trouble. Malenovsky

ADLER Malenovsky worked with animals. Groenhart lowers head ominously. GROENHART I would not be so sure of that. O'REIDY You mean . . . Exactly. GROENHART Political prisoners.



ADLER And you assisted. GROENHART (with ire) That's my business! (glances around) We will require your services for a few days. O'REIDY (cynically) At your usual rate of pay? GROENHART (ignoring it) This is not a hospital, and real surgery was never intended. While we have all the necessary monitoring equipment, we lack intensive care personnel. Fortunately, you are familiar and adept with the apparatus. And I have no doubt that you share my interest in the patient's health. GROENHART (con't) (turns to door) Klaas! (Armed Guard enters) Klaas, escort us to the security area. (to O'Reidy, Adler) Surely you understand I am exhausted. I intend to get some rest. When the patient shows signs of regaining consciousness, you will call me immediately. Now, please accompany me. (to Armed Guard) Okay, Klass. Armed Guard and Groenhart lead O'Reidy and Adler into corridor. INT. IMPROMPTU INTENSIVE CARE ROOM

Futuristic HIGH-TECH EQUIPMENT is set up next to a patient in a HOSPITAL BED, WIRES AND TUBES extending from him to monitoring, life-support equipment. (recall, Derex and Groenhart may be played by same actor)



Armed Guard informally salutes, exits. Groenhart hands O'Reidy and Adler surgical masks. All three put them on. Groenhart shows them monitoring equipment. GROENHART EKG. EEG. Respiration. Blood Pressure. Cerebral pressure. Temperature. Organ functions. . . (goes back to EEG) Brain activity atypical, but not threatening. Possibly digesting new memories. (continues with equipment) Body chemistry. Eye movement. That's for my own use. Endocrine functions. (a beat, faces Adler, O'Reidy) I'm sure you're familiar with it. At any rate, it's programmed to sound alarms at the first sign of deterioration. Call me if you feel anything is amiss. We don't want to risk losing memories of our ancestors forty-thousand years ago. (nods curt European formality) Thank you. I'll take my leave now. Groenhart strides to the door, exits. O'Reidy and Adler shrug, take folding chairs, sit facing patient tucked into the hospital bed. FADE TO: ANOTHER ANGLE ON O'REIDY, ADLER Derex dozes in bed. O'Reidy sways in chair, hums a tune. Adler gets up, goes to monitoring equipment, absent-mindedly scans it, looks at O'Reidy, shrugs. O'Reidy stops humming, shrugs. DEREX (moans) Uggghh! O'Reidy, Adler jerk toward bed. O'REIDY (whispers) He's coming to!



ADLER (whispers) Call Groenhart? O'REIDY No. ADLER He'll be pissed. O'REIDY If he's done with us, he'll kill us! ADLER Okay. O'REIDY Nothing to lose. Only way I'd call him is to save this guy Derex. ADLER Let's cover it, though. O'REIDY Unplug some monitoring equipment. say we didn't notice. Adler pulls plugs on EEG, EKG. ADLER Going to be hard to explain. O'REIDY Better than nothing. Derex twitches, moves. O'Reidy and Adler rush to the bed. O'REIDY Hope he's okay. Adler glances at monitors. ADLER Other life signs normal. Derex twitches again. O'REIDY What if he jumps up? Adler points to restraints. We see restraints. Seems okay. We'll



ADLER Can't. Derex opens an eye, then the other. Tries to speak, but mouth is dry. O'Reidy rushes to sink, dampens towel, pats it on Derex's mouth. DEREX (with difficulty) Who. . . are . . . you? (struggles against restraints) WHO ARE YOU? You bastards! O'REIDY Mr. Derex. Mr. Derex, can you understand me? We're friends. Derex studies her, shakes hands against restraints. DEREX What kind of friends do this? ADLER We didn't do it. DEREX Then let me go. ADLER We will as soon as you understand what is going on. O'REIDY Are you seeing, hearing anything strange? DEREX Not now. But I feel a terrible tension. Had terrible strange nightmares. ADLER Like what? DEREX Like I'm freezing in Antarctica. (eyes dart about) It's so real. Terrifying. Is it the drugs? ADLER



It's someone else's memory. DEREX Someone's . . . O'REIDY Brain surgery. They did a highly experimental memory implant. DEREX Holy Toledo! ADLER We didn't do it. O'REIDY How do you feel, Arthur? DEREX Okay. Except for being tied down. Who's memory? O'REIDY You're going to find this hard to believe. DEREX Try me. ADLER He's been dead for forty-thousand years. O'REIDY A Neanderthal. Derex looks at each of them curiously. DEREX I think I get it. (blinks) You're O'Reidy, and you're Adler. Right?

O'Reidy, Adler exchange astonishment, look curiously at Derex. O'REIDY How did you . . . DEREX I was sent to Europe to do a story on



your discovery on Gross Glockner. (looks around) Where am I now? ADLER Delft. DEREX Instituut Leeuwenhoek? O'REIDY The same. So you know about the plot on Bhattacharya? DEREX (blinks, nods) Explain no further. But what a terrible coincidence. ADLER Terrible coincidence, terrible adjustment for you. If we get out of here. DEREX Undo me. O'REIDY The only thing I'm worried about is you having "nightmares," tearing off bandages and hoses. DEREX Forget it. Just get me loose. We're dealing with murderers. Adler, O'Reidy begin unfastening restraints. O'REIDY We're all prisoners in here. Door's locked. Armed guard probably still outside. They drugged me. tumor. DEREX Told me I had a brain



ADLER We know. Look, you're still weak -likely to drop off to sleep any minute. O'REIDY Do you think you could manage a hundred meters to our car in the parking lot? Derex takes a couple breaths. DEREX I'll try. (blinks) You're right. I'm getting very tired.

O'Reidy looks hopelessly at Adler. Can't now. O'REIDY That's clear.

ADLER Have to chance Groenhart not waking up for a while. DEREX I'm . . . (drops off to sleep) O'REIDY He's asleep. FADE TO: ANOTHER ANGLE ON O'REIDY, ADLER They stand in a corner of the room. O'REIDY No, Leiden's no good. ADLER Okay. But we'll go toward Bremen. They'll watch the roads, border crossings to Dortmund. O'REIDY Fuel-cell charge enough? ADLER I think so . . . DOOR SUDDENLY OPENS. GROENHART ENTERS, closes it.


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GROENHART Everything okay? ADLER Fine, so far. Groenhart goes to bed, looks at his patient. GROENHART Breathing normally. He looks up, scans monitors, looks disturbed down at plug. GROENHART (wheeling around, furious) These are unplugged. How did this happen? He storms over to O'Reidy, Adler. GROENHART Valuable data is lost. What is the explanation? DEREX (groans) Ohhh! Groenhart WHEELS AROUND. GROENHART He's waking up. He goes to the bed. O'Reidy looks anxiously at Adler, the door. Groenhart leans over, studies the patient. Derex opens his eyes, looks up toward the person peering down at him. PURE RAGE on his head-bandaged, breathing-tubed face. His TEETH CLENCH. He ROARS SAVAGELY. DEREX YOU! Groenhart instinctively jerks back. fear. His face fills with

Derex raises up LIKE A WILD GORILLA, tearing off tubes and wires, glaring and GUTTURALLY ROARING at Groenhart. Groenhart LEAPS BACK.


Derex stands on bed savagely tearing the remaining tubes and wires. He LEAPS AT GROENHART.

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Groenhart DODGES HIM. Adler and O'Reidy flee toward the door. Derex GRABS A FOLDING CHAIR. LIKE A CLUB at Groenhart. With one arm, he SWINGS IT

It STRIKES Groenhart on the side of his head. He CAREENS to the floor. Derex SPRINGS ON TOP OF HIM, begins FURIOUSLY STRANGLING him. Groenhart goes limp. Derex drops his head with a THUMP.

Showing some fear of Derex, O'Reidy and Adler stand ready at the door. Derex looks at them. DEREX (calmly) He's dead. Adler goes to Groenhart, takes a wrist, feels for a pulse. ADLER He's dead. (turns to Derex) I don't agree with this, but it's done. O'REIDY Let's get his clothes off, put him in bed. Buy us some time. ADLER (to Derex) You put them on as we get them off. They begin pulling clothes off Groenhart. on. O'Reidy goes to door, puts ear to it. O'REIDY I don't hear anything. Adler drags Groenhart's body to the bed, struggles to get him into it, perfunctorily connects tubes, wires, covers body. O'Reidy sizes up Derex's appearance, condition, puts a green surgical cap over his head bandages. O'REIDY Derex puts them


You know, you look an awful lot like Dr. Groenhart. This might work. How do you feel? DEREX Adequate. ADLER Okay, let's go. The car should still be in the lot. If not, we'll have to steal one. Adler picks up folding chair, holds it like a weapon while easing the door open a crack, looking out. ADLER Clear. Puts chair aside. All hurry quietly down the corridor.

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EXT. INSTITUUT LEEUWENHOEK PARKING LOT - EARLY EVENING Adler, Derex, and O'Reidy spring out the delivery door. O'Reidy points joyfully at the car, among a few others scattered in the lot. They all hurry, trying not to look hurrying, get in, O'Reidy in back seat. INT. CAR Adler behind wheel, Derex (in Groenhart's clothes) beside him. Adler pulls out his ID card, shows it to Derex. ADLER Look in your pocket. Should have a card like this. Derex searches his pocket, pulls out a wallet, produces a similar ID card. Adler nods relief and joy, starts (electric) car. O'Reidy reaches a WHITE HANDKERCHIEF to Derex. O'REIDY Wrap it around your right hand. Derex takes it, begins wrapping. O'Reidy. EXT. INSTITUUT LEEUWENHOEK GATE Adler grins, nods to


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Adler's car screeches to a halt at the gate. yells to Guard. ADLER Doctor Groenhart cut his hand. taking him to the hospital.

He leans out,


The guard sizes up the situation, looks suspiciously at Groenhart. Here's his card. hurry. ADLER Godsakes, we're in a

Guard takes card, reads it with handheld gizmo. Gizmo beeps. Guard hands card back, taps gizmo. Gate opens. Car squeals out, speeds away. INT. CAR Car speeds by LATE AFTERNOON Dutch countryside. drives, Derex beside him, O'Reidy in back. DEREX You want to try to get my things? O'REIDY Risky, Arthur. ADLER Where were you staying? Hotel de Vlaming. Okay. EXT. DEREX Vlamingstraat. Adler

ADLER Give it a try. I know the place.


We see the car driving along the Oost Singel from the other side of the Provinciaal Kanaal. It crosses the canal at Nieuwe Langendijk, backs for a block on Oosterstraat.


O'REIDY (v.o.) Just get the important things. DEREX (v.o.) I'll grab what I can. The car heads down Oosterstraat toward the corner of Vlamingstraat. ADLER (v.o.) We'll wait in the car -- take off if you're not back in five minutes.

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As it reaches Vlamingstraat, we see a futuristic police car with flashing lights in front of the Hotel de Vlaming. ADLER Oh oh! O'REIDY They found Groenhart already. Looks bad. DEREX Let's get out of here.

ADLER Let's try our place. We see the car back up onto Oosterstraat, head north. The car turns into Doelenstraat. It comes around the corner onto Voor Straat. Police personnel and a vehicle are in front of a building. O'REIDY Here, too. ADLER (to Derex) That's our place. DEREX They must have your car's plates. get out and walk. He opens door. O'REIDY We'll mingle with the tourists. They get out trying to look inconspicuous. Let's


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DEREX How about the Oude Kerk? ADLER About to close. O'REIDY Good. Maybe they'll lock us in. stay there until morning. We can

O'Reidy opens the car trunk and takes out TWO FOLDED BEACH BLANKETS, tucks them under her arm, quietly closes trunk. They walk quickly to Baljuwsteeg, turn corner onto Oude Delft. We see the looming structure of the Oude Kerk (Old Church). The three walk quickly from the canal east on Oude Kerkstraat and into the tourist entrance door. ADLER (panting, walking fast) Maybe not stay all night. After midnight we will take Vladimir's car, drive fast for Bocholt. O'REIDY (walking fast) Okay, let's try that. INT. ENTRANCE BY FUTURISTIC TICKET MACHINE, OLD CHURCH EVENING Adler slips credit card into machine, taps key. Three tickets emerge. They go in past a detector, which beeps for each. O'Reidy then passes a blanket in outward direction by the exit detector, three times, and it beeps each time. O'REIDY We're in. We're out. INT. OLD CHURCH - DUSK DARKENING

O'Reidy, Adler, and Derex amble across the slate floor and grave markers of the Old Church, sometimes casually looking at them.


Passing a few other TOURISTS, they reach the monument and grave of Antoni van Leeuwenhoek, stand admiringly. We see the inscription: ANTONI VAN LEEUWENHOEK. DEREX (points to floor, grave) Here lies Leeuwenhoek. ADLER Whose microscopes ushered in the age of technology. O'REIDY Would he rest in peace if he knew what it would bring about. ADLER Some good, some bad -- like all inventions. O'REIDY (to Derex) Arthur, how did you find out about us and the Neanderthal? DEREX A tip. WorldView Magazine has its news sources. Why did you bring it to Delft of all places? ADLER We could not keep it secret in Vienna. And if it got out there, we'd have to deal with the New Religions fanatics. Just before we found it, the Instituut Leeuwenhoek had given us -- through Leiden University -- a lab and the latest equipment. PR, whatever. O'REIDY It was always fishy.

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ADLER Anyway, there it was, and we could keep it secret. If you remember how the media hounded the people at Innsbruck University when they found the bronzeage man . . .


O'REIDY We knew this would be a lot worse. So we made the fateful decision -- after a long noisy debate. Well, here we are. DEREX Fateful all right.

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A beat. They walk in echoing sounds in the murky Old Church. O'REIDY How do you feel, Arthur? visions? Sounds? DEREX No. But . . . (a beat) I'm aware of something . . . strange. The only thing I really feel, though, is a little exhausted, sleepy. A small hand-held BELL RINGS. A UNIFORMED USHER ringing it enters the church at the ticket machine entrance, stands while a recorded ANNOUNCEMENT in Dutch, English, French, and German is played over the public address system. PUBLIC ADDRESS (repeated in French and Dutch) The Old Church is closing. The Old Church is closing. Will all visitors please leave. The usher turns, leaves. ADLER (whispers) Quickly. There's a little door to the tower over there. They hurry to a small access door, enter quickly, one by one, close it carefully. INT. NARROW WOODEN STAIRWAY - VERY DARK A Any strange

O'Reidy, Adler, and Derex sit on steps waiting quietly. muffled little bell rings.


PUBLIC ADDRESS (in same four languages) The Old Church is closed. The Old Church is closed. O'Reidy, Adler, and Derex look at each other. up a cautioning hand. Adler holds

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Muffled footsteps walk around. There is a muffled SOUND OF A DOOR CLOSING, LOCKING. ADLER Okay. He carefully pushes the access door open. DEREX I'm getting very sleepy. They file out, stand in darkening church. O'REIDY Let's bed down by Leeuwenhoek. They go to the Leeuwenhoek monument. and blanket. O'Reidy hands Derex

They spread blankets by the wall on the stone floor of the church. Derex sits, back propped against the wall, on his. O'Reidy, Adler go to him. ADLER Headache or anything? No. DEREX Just terribly tired.

O'REIDY Better take a last look before it's completely dark. Derex pops off surgical cap. She kneels, peels bandage around his head, examines. O'REIDY About healed. ADLER At the turn of the century it would have taken weeks. Okay, Arthur, get some rest.


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Derex dons surgical cap, slips down on blanket, folds it over on himself. O'Reidy and Adler share the other next to him, wrapping themselves in it. ADLER Why did you kill Groenhart? know who he was? Derex raises a groggy eye. DEREX It was from . . . before. He closes his eyes, drops off to sleep. exchange puzzled looks. Adler and O'Reidy FADE TO: ANOTHER ANGLE ON ALL THREE - DEEP DARK NIGHT We can see O'Reidy and Adler asleep wrapped in a blanket. Next to them Derex sleeps uneasily wrapped in a blanket. Derex begins VIOLENT TWITCHING. up, wakes Adler. He GROANS. O'Reidy wakes Did you

Derex makes VIOLENT GUTTURAL SOUNDS. strike something.

He reaches out to

Adler and O'Reidy rush to him, gently shake him. Arthur. O'REIDY Arthur . . .

Derex jerks up to a sitting position, wipes his eyes. ADLER Arthur, are you all right? Derex sighs. He shakes his head slowly.

DEREX Talk about nightmares. Two of them, I think. His and mine. (a beat) Mostly his. You want to hear it?


ADLER Enormously! O'REIDY I wish I could see it, too. Adler and O'Reidy sit on their blanket for the story. adjusts himself. DEREX Feels so strange. (shakes head) I've seen things like this in museum display cases. But I was seeing it alive, living it. And it's coming back clear even while I'm talking. (a beat) I hear birds and other animals. No modern civilization sounds. (a beat) There is a village -- if you could call it that. Huts made from rib bones of mammoths, covered with, I think, mammoth skins. I have a word for those huts: bur. Derived from the ribs. SERIES OF INTERCUTS: EXT. A WILDERNESS CLEARING WITH NEANDERTHAL HUTS - "BLURRED, FUZZIED" - DAY

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Strong thick-necked brutish-looking "Neanderthals" wearing furpiece clothing perform various primitive, hunter-gatherer tasks. JUNGLE SOUNDS pervade background. bones. Huts are made of skins,

One is under construction by a group of Neanderthals. A stone-tool maker chips flint. Dirty naked children run around. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) In the day, it is peaceful. EXT. NEANDERTHAL VILLAGE - NIGHT

A fire burns in the village center. A GUARD, holding spear, watches fearfully. A lion-like animal ROARS. Hyena-like animals CACKLE.


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DEREX (v.o.) At night, fear -- and cold. EXT. NEANDERTHAL VILLAGE - DAWN

Neanderthals awaken, get to work. A small hunting party heads out. Women, children gather berries, firewood. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) All are glad when morning comes. But there is fear of something else -perhaps something that does not belong there. A point of bright light grows at the center of the frame until all else is obscured by bright light. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) I feel it is real. But my modern mind tells me it is impossible -- and I have confusion. Like an image one makes in one's own mind. The point of light fades. The Neanderthal scene continues. Neanderthals run, afraid, even terrified. A few braves grab spears. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) And then there was Hu-u-ur-ru-u. The name is clear. It was spoken by many proto-human throats -- like a dog barking a name. HU-U-UR-RU-U, a large strong but less hairy modern-like man (played by actor identical to Derex) strides into the village brandishing a spear. He looks suspiciously, commandingly, around. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) He was young when I first saw him, and more fearsome then. He was different from us. My modern mind would call him a Cro-Magnon mutation. Hu-u-ur-ru-u struts around the Neanderthal village.


DEREX (v.o.)(con't) He was handsome, quick, supremely intelligent. I know this even though I have no words for it. (a beat) And he was ruthless.

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Hu-u-ur-ru-u, confrontational, approaches a Neanderthal brave. Neanderthal STABS AT HIM with SPEAR. Hu-u-ur-ru-u COUNTERS with his SPEAR, then STABS it into the Neanderthal. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) When I was younger, he was more ruthless. Unlike my people. But he taught us. Hu-u-ur-ru-u sits on the ground. his spear point. He studies it. concentrates on it. He draws something with He draws something else,

DEREX (v.o.)(con't) His mind was different -- more artistic, scientific, restive. Hu-u-ur-ru-u grabs, tears out a TUFT OF GRASS, weaves it together, studies it, changes the weave. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) Always questioning. Always listened to questions, and thought about them. A shapely young Neanderthal woman peers out of a hut. ur-ru-u look at her, looks her over. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) And he was sought by the women, and he took those who pleased him, whether they wanted him or not. Hu-u-ur-ru-u draws something else in the dirt, brushes it clean, draws more. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) He had many children. Most were like him -- very intelligent, artistically inclined. And they were all ruthless. Hu-u-ur-ru-u stands, looks at the sky. Hu-u-


DEREX (v.o.)(con't) We had no wars among people before him. And only when we had need of food did we use our weapons to hunt and kill. But he drove herds of animals from cliffs for the thrill of it. He killed for the joy of it, as did his children. Hu-u-ur-ru-u goes into a hut. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) And yet he improved life for us -showed us how to make better huts, build dug-out canoes, burn away forest clearings, wrap spears with vine for a better grip. The same actor as Hu-u-ur-ru-u, now made up as a brutish youth, emerges from a hut with a BLOOD-DRIPPING STONE DAGGER, holds it up, beats chest in triumph. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) But he was ruthless. And when he grew old, even his ruthless children could not endure him. His third son killed him -- became the new chief. (a beat) I had come to hate him even before that. He had tried to kill me, too. (a beat) That's why I leaped at Groenhart. RETURN TO SCENE (INT. OLD CHURCH - DARK NIGHT) O'Reidy and Adler show astonishment.

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Derex adjusts himself. Looked so

DEREX (con't) Groenhart reminded me of him. much like him.

O'REIDY You mean the Neanderthal in you killed Groenhart? ADLER We thought you had seen him preparing you to murder Bhattacharya.


DEREX Maybe both. When I woke up out of a Neanderthal dream, there was Groenhart staring me in the face. But I didn't see Groenhart, I saw Hu-u-ur-ru-u's son or Hu-u-ur-ru-u himself. They both looked alike. O'REIDY You realize how much he looked like you? Who? DEREX Hu-u-ur-ru-u? O'REIDY Groenhart! No, I didn't. me. (a beat) I look like both Groenhart and Hu-u-urru-u. Am I my own worst enemy? ADLER Groenhart was hypnotically programming you to kill Bhattacharya. DEREX I guessed it, but I was so drugged . . . O'REIDY We guessed it because of the drugs. DEREX I think it must have been the evening before they got me, I got a coded message about a plot to assassinate Bhattacharya. ADLER Never dreamed you'd be the one. DEREX Not in my wildest. I would have, too, except for your Neanderthal. O'REIDY We're all guessing. No real proof. DEREX Well, it didn't occur to

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ADLER I'm convinced, though. DEREX I'm pretty sure, too. You see, they must have known that I had just interviewed Bhattacharya about the Ito Study and would have to follow it up. The Ito Study! coming ice age? Derex waves caution. DEREX Not flaky. The UN has appropriated funds for both more study and certain contingency measures. (a beat) But I'm even more convinced by something closer to me now. The Neanderthal. (postures to tell story) We have hours yet. You must want to hear it. O'REIDY By all means. DEREX Hu-u-ur-ru-u had been dead for about a year. I have clear images of the seasons. His third son was still our leader. EXT. NEANDERTHAL VILLAGE - DAY O'REIDY The flaky thing about a

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The sky grows ominous. Neanderthals look up, others emerge from huts to look up. Vibrant northern lights play across the sky along with lightning flashes. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) A storm began to gather, but never was there a storm like this. It was beautiful. And frightening. Flashback to before the storm. A bright but indiscernible object moves across a bright blue sky.


DEREX (v.o.)(con't) I have a memory image of something else strange in the sky just before the storm -- maybe a comet. It is unclear. Flashback continued. Neanderthal village. Snow falls on greenery around

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DEREX (v.o.)(con't) But after that it grew cold -unseasonable because heavy snow fell on summer-green trees. A point of light grows, flashes suddenly to white. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) Something we had come to fear appeared then. It warned us, I think. I knew we would have to flee to caves in the hills. Return to gathering storm. Wind increases. Village huts begin to blow away in pieces or whole. Trees sway as in a hurricane. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) Winds began to blow, harder and harder. Some of us gathered things we could carry. Rain fell in torrents. Neanderthals react in fear, gather a few things, flee in sheets of rain. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) Torrents became blizzards. My memory is now pure terror, no longer clear. I only wanted to reach the caves. Neanderthals run through blizzard, increasingly obscured to blurs, then whiteout. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) I remember only the fierce wind, being struck by blowing things. In a dark cave, blizzard howling outside, a male Neanderthal, 30s, carrying furpiece and spear, wearing straw sandals, runs in, joins frightened others. Some are virtually naked, shivering cold. In b.g. some frightened animals.


DEREX (v.o.)(con't) I reached the cave. There were others, all afraid. I had my fur, my spear, and a fire stick. Some others were less fortunate. The wind howls. Neanderthals huddle against each other in the cold. It grows darker. Gusts blow snow in. We see darting eyes. SCREEN GOES BLACK DEREX (v.o.)(con't) Fierce wind blew cold into the cave. I tried to make a fire, but could not. It grew increasingly cold. People and animals cried, and died. It raged on for maybe weeks -- a long time -- and grew colder and colder. The howling storm abates. LIGHT GRADUALLY FADES BACK IN.

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In the light, we see nothing moving in the cave, an awesome stillness. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) Suddenly it was over. I was hungry and cold, but the storm had subsided. Neanderthals and animals lie dead on the ground. The remaining Neanderthal man touches some human and animal bodies, goes to the cave entrance. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) I looked around. All were still -- had become like hard rocks. I went out. Screen is suddenly blindingly white, gradually forming detail, shapes. We see a world of snow and ice to the horizon, a Greenland or Antarctica.


The Neanderthal, wrapped in fur, carrying spear, scans it, limply sinks, sits depressed against cliff wall. He begins crying. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) The world had disappeared into a sea of ice. I sat and cried. O'REIDY (v.o.) Stress, starvation, cold, lack of sleep, a sudden new unpredictable world. The Neanderthal struggles to stand up, looks out across desolation again. DEREX (v.o.) I knew it was the end of the world as I had known it. But I knew I had to deal with it. The Neanderthal begins to walk cautiously out onto the slippery ice. His stride becomes more confident, and he walks out across the ice plain. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) I began to walk. I walked a long time. In the distance, across the ice plain, we see a thin column of smoke. The Neanderthal shows relief, even joy, goes toward it. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) Then I saw smoke. It meant people, food. I headed for it.

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The Neanderthal walks into a group of more Neanderthals gathered around a large fire of burning debris. The carcass of a skinned animal roasts in it. The Neanderthal goes to it, slices a piece of meat with his spear point, stuffs it hungrily into his mouth, chews savagely. He slices off more, eats. Feeling better, he looks around, sees a familiar Neanderthal young woman, smiles at her. She smiles back, goes toward him. He offers her a slice of roasted meat. She takes it nicely. Suddenly all Neanderthals look at something.


DEREX (v.o.)(con't) I had eaten and was beginning to feel good when Hu-u-ur-ru-u's son arrived. He saw me with one of his women and flew into a rage.

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The third son of Hu-u-ur-ru-u (played by Derex, Groenhart, Hu-u-ur-ru-u character) storms into the gathering. He looks at the Neanderthal sharing food with his woman. He FLIES INTO A RAGE, ATTACKS the Neanderthal with his spear. The Neanderthal DODGES it, counters another SPEAR STAB, then runs. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) He attacked me. I knew I was no match for him, so I ran. Hu-u-ur-ru-u's son chases the Neanderthal, who begins climbing up a mountain. They climb and climb. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) I began to climb the icy mountain with him in hot pursuit. It went on for days and nights. I think I may have reached the top. In moonlight, in ice near a mountaintop, the Neanderthal finds a shallow cave. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) I found a cave. I was tired and freezing cold. Night was falling. I huddled there, waiting, afraid. That is the last thing I remember. I must have frozen to death. THE WOMAN, 30s, beautiful, in elegant 21st century costume, stands on the ice outside the shallow cave, observing the Neanderthal. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) No, wait. This is strange. There is a well dressed woman from our time standing outside the cave. Maybe my two memories are mingling. In a distance the son of Hu-u-ur-ru-u climbs toward them.


He sees The Woman, stops abruptly. DEREX (v.o.)(con't) No, it is from the ancient past! the being we all feared. It was

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The son of Hu-u-ur-ru-u turns, races downhill in panic. ADLER (v.o.) Maybe it was a vision associated with death? Something Freudian out of your unconscious? DEREX (v.o.) So real, though. I was conscious. INT. OLD CHURCH - NIGHT Derex shrugs. O'Reidy and Adler study him intently.

DEREX (con't) Maybe so, though. My mind must be terribly confused by two memories. O'Reidy and Adler nod and sigh agreement. SOUND OF A WOMAN'S FOOTSTEPS ON THE STONE FLOOR OF THE CHURCH. Derex, O'Reidy, and Adler, STARTLED, look toward sound and STAND UP. The Woman, dressed as on the mountain top, SAUNTERS OUT OF THE DARKNESS toward them. THE WOMAN Your Neanderthal memory is correct, Arthur. It was I whom you saw. Was it not? DEREX Il-luh-ni! THE WOMAN (to Derex) You remember our name! Who are you? O'REIDY How did you get in?


THE WOMAN I'm an image in your minds. I'm a personality stored in a memory bank. DEREX And did not exist then, either. No. THE WOMAN Not then either.

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As O'Reidy, Adler, and Derex look on, The Woman DISSOLVES INTO NOTHING. Then she SUDDENLY REAPPEARS. O'REIDY Mygawd! What are you? ADLER Where is this memory bank?

DEREX What were "you" doing in the Alps 40 thousand years ago? THE WOMAN Thirty-seven thousand two hundred nineteen, two months, one week, four days, two hours, thirteen minutes, and fifty-five point nine seconds ago. (steps closer) It may seem a long time to you, but to me it is nothing. My personality has been continuous for seven times the age of your universe. O'REIDY That is a little difficult to comprehend. THE WOMAN I'm not surprised. And a contradiction in terms. Your language and science are less than fully developed. (a beat) The universe you know is only one of many in a series. ADLER (humbly) Could you explain? THE WOMAN


The Big Bang you think formed your universe was but one of many. ANIMATION, SPECIAL EFFECTS, STOCK

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We see a graphic of the Big Bang. It is followed by a views of the galaxies, stars, followed again by a telescopic view of the night sky, then stars imploding to a point. Then a new Big Bang. THE WOMAN (v.o.)(con't) It has expanded to the present point, and will continue. Eventually, though, it will slow, stop, and begin to collapse into itself until it becomes a black hole, and then continue collapsing. New physical laws will be created. New forms of what you would call matterenergy. For you, unimaginable laws, forces, matter, and energy. And it will burst out into a new universe, which will exist for eons, and in turn collapse. RETURN TO SCENE ADLER And you are from seven of these back. But how . . . O'REIDY Why?

SPECIAL EFFECTS, ANIMATION, STOCK, WE SEE A RAPID SERIES OF EVENTS OUTLINING OUR NATURAL HISTORY. The earth spins off the sun as a hot ball of gas, condenses, cools. Volcanoes erupt on the new planet, storms let loose rain, oceans form, life forms, cells develop into multi-celled organisms, trilobites swim. amphibians crawl up on land, dinosaurs roam, mammals evolve from primitive forms, and proto-humans walk upright.


At last we see a Neanderthal. THE WOMAN (v.o.) During the course of each universe -during those billions of years -intelligent beings evolve on multitudes of systems. You might think of them as star systems, but this would not be altogether accurate with such different physical laws, forces, materials. No stars, as such. RETURN TO SCENE The Woman lectures the three. THE WOMAN (con't) Note how your own intelligent species has evolved in the last forty thousand years. Last five thousand since you invented writing. SPECIAL EFFECTS, ANIMATION

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Cloud-like space craft form among galaxies, fill with multicolored fragments of light, move out beyond the farthest stars. The stars begin to collapse while the craft remain stationary. THE WOMAN (v.o.)(con't) Consider what a species could become in twenty billion years. Long before each collapse, super-intelligent forms have evolved in each universe. They build great survival ships filled with the accumulated old knowledge and capable of adding to it. And they go on out beyond the reaches of the total gravity of each old universe and exist as pure knowledge beyond time and space there. RETURN TO SCENE All stand in a small circle in the darkness.


THE WOMAN (con't) They're all out there. Some have died; all will eventually. Each is made of different "universe-stuff" but we can communicate with one another, preserve one another's accumulations of knowledge. O'REIDY So you're "projected" here from out beyond the reaches of our universe? THE WOMAN Enhanced from a sending station on Mars. ADLER Why bother with us? THE WOMAN (sighs) Sometimes I wonder myself. DEREX But you have a reason. THE WOMAN To increase your natural rate of acquisition of intelligence. We think that at some distant future time, intelligent forms may be able to influence the expansion, prevent the final collapse. INTERCUT: ULTRA-MODERN AIRCRAFT, MISSILES, FIBER-OPTICS DISPLAY, ETC. THE WOMAN (v.o.)(con't) On your paltry planet we have accelerated the rate of intelligence development to maximum -- with certain great risks. There are always critical periods. STOCK: NUCLEAR EXPLOSION. SPECIAL EFFECTS: FIELD OF DEAD LIVESTOCK BLEEDING FROM MOUTHS.

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THE WOMAN (v.o.) (con't) You are at one now -- on the verge of self-destruction. You have rapidly mastered a variety of technology and have advanced nuclear, chemical, biological, psychological capabilities. You can land massive numbers of nuclear missiles anywhere on your planet. RETURN TO SCENE THE WOMAN (con't) You have just barely averted total planetary disaster from plankton-killing genetically engineered herbicides. In short, you have mastered the manipulation of the materials of your planet but have not been given sufficient time to acquire the wisdom and ethics to escape destroying yourselves, and it. (points finger) You don't seem to be able to handle it! We may have to call it quits! O'REIDY You're going to wipe us out? THE WOMAN We made a minute genetic correction in your Neanderthals. As a result, you exist and your Neanderthals are no longer. I assure you that whatever we decide, you will fail to even notice. ADLER Then why bother us? Why bother with all this? O'REIDY What if you make a bigger mistake than with us? THE WOMAN Our computers make few mistakes. Imagine computers the size of galaxies -- the information they can process. (looks individually at all

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three) We had your personal futures so totally projected that I could present my image to the Neanderthal thirty-seven thousand years ago and know for certain that I would be seen by his transplanted memory in this church tonight at exactly this time. O'REIDY I happen to be proud of our human race. Especially in the last four hundred years. (motions to Leeuwenhoek's grave) Since Leeuwenhoek here, we've come a long way -- from ignorance and superstition to . . . THE WOMAN Look at your world! Space travel sideby-side with starvation. STOCK: A GRASS HUT WITH DIRT FLOOR IN A TROPICAL AREA Poor barefoot indigenous people sit in mud-floor dwelling. THE WOMAN (v.o.)(con't) In your high-tech age, most of the people on your planet go barefoot and live in mud-floored hovels -- sleep on tattered blankets on those mud floors. At the same time, the fortunate few squander your planet's limited resources on their version of high living, design ever more sophisticated weapons, and suppress and oppress those who complain about the madness. O'REIDY But we . . . THE WOMAN (raises warning finger) Marvelous medical research and development has prolonged life for those who can afford it. SERIES OF INTERCUTS:

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1. STOCK: CAT-SCAN MACHINE THE WOMAN (v.o.)(con't) Brought a few who could afford it back to health from hopeless disease. 2. INT. AFRICAN HUT

Witch doctor shakes rattle over a pathetically ill child. 3. STOCK: CROWDED THIRD-WORLD HOSPITAL WARD Patients crammed into ward, misery and poverty all around. THE WOMAN (v.o.)(con't) And yet, most live short miserable lives without even ever talking to adequately trained medical people.. 4. STOCK: A GREAT UNIVERSITY CAMPUS We see buildings, prosperous students, faculty. THE WOMAN (v.o.)(con't) Your world sits poised to self-destruct. You are inveterate collectors of knowledge, have great learning and research institutions. Yet you have nuclear forces hair-trigger programmed to destroy it all in a matter of hours. Genetic engineering promises a planetfatal accident, and you ignore it. 5. STOCK: BURN-CLEARING RAINFOREST THE WOMAN (v.o.)(con't) Geo-destruction of life forms and ecosystems is encouraged in the name of economic progress. RETURN TO SCENE


THE WOMAN (con't) And your religions -- if I dare to call them that -- aid in the destructive processes. Some campaign for more population to over-burden your threatened eco-system. Some actively support holy wars -- a contradiction in terms. All seem evilly comfortable with wholesale misery of human life. O'REIDY All true. But there also have been people like Albert Schweitzer and Mother Teresa. THE WOMAN (crisply) Exceptions! Rare exceptions! In general, you're high-tech savages, and I hope you don't think that other intelligent forms out in the universe would want you -- as you are -- out among them. O'REIDY But there is some good in our genetic strain. THE WOMAN Correct. You all have good in you. It is fascinating that so few of you choose to use it. O'REIDY Okay. We're so bad. But is it so ethical of you to interfere with another universe's intelligence development? THE WOMAN At your point of development you're proto-intelligence -- random interactions of onrushing urges. Superamoeba. DEREX Even so, won't your project halt all future universes -- each with its own new potential?

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THE WOMAN I can't answer that now, Arthur. It is far too complicated for our few moments together here. ADLER Cop out. THE WOMAN Wolfgang, I don't have time to argue with you. At dawn, solar interference will force an end to this transmission of my personality. O'REIDY Do you still intend to bring the human race to an end? THE WOMAN That is for you to decide. All of you. Disaster -- disaster of your own making -- looms. To overcome it will require levels of cooperation unknown in your terrible, troubled history. Not clever technology! (pats Derex on shoulder) If you're successful, others in the universe may be -- just may be -- ready to accept you into their community. THE WOMAN (con't) (points, lecturing) But I will tell you one thing. If you had not argued with me, you would have been as extinct as your Neanderthals. By arguing, you have demonstrated that you feel there is something worthwhile in your species. By daring to argue with me, no less. We had to see this. O'REIDY It's almost dawn. Are you going to leave us forever -- I mean the whole planet of people?

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THE WOMAN The work of this personality is finished here. The small change has been made. Indeed I have been making it. But let me say this even though it will be in the news in the morning. Doctor Groenhart's death is being reported as an operating room failure. They are saying he was having surgery for a brain tumor. They are trying to cover their tracks, but it shall not succeed. ADLER We saw the police at our house. THE WOMAN Coincidence. They were at the Hotel de Vlaming to inform the proprietor of Derex's transfer from the clinic to the Instituut. Routine. (to O'Reidy, Adler) They were at your place to investigate an illegal beach fire, contrary to carbon dioxide emission ordinances. I believe you know about that. We see dim dawn light entering a window high up in the church. The Woman looks up at it. THE WOMAN I must leave now. The Woman begins to DISSOLVE. DEREX Tell us when the next ice age will begin. The woman completely DISAPPEARS. O'REIDY Nice try, Arthur. ADLER I think she knew in advance that you would ask that question too late. The church interior grows glowingly lighter.

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O'REIDY Anyway, it's morning. A new day. We had better be getting out of here. They fold up the blankets. INT. UN EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY

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Bhattacharya, behind his desk, leans toward the telecom. Yes. BHATTACHARYA Please show them in now. The door

Pierpont and Chase are ushered into the office. closes behind them.

We see O'Reidy, Adler, and Derex sitting in a row of futuristic easy chairs facing two empty hard wooden chairs. Bhattacharya, at his desk, has a commanding position over the whole scene. Bhattacharya motions Pierpont and Chase to sit in the wooden chairs. BHATTACHARYA Mr. Pierpont. Mr. Chase. Please be seated. (waves to chairs) I understand you know these three people already, but allow me to introduce them for the record: Sigle O'Reidy, Wolfgang Adler, and Arthur Derex. Now let me get straight to the point. CHASE Please do. Bhattacharya leans forward, angry and accusing. BHATTACHARYA You know exactly why your presence is required here. You had a nice little scheme to put me in an early grave. These three people and the Dutch authorities have supplied me with overwhelming evidence. CHASE And.


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BHATTACHARYA And you are facing perhaps life in prison. PIERPONT Wouldn't that be a matter for the police and courts? BHATTACHARYA Make no mistake about it, gentlemen, they will be brought in. Unless! CHASE Unless what? BHATTACHARYA Unless you give us your total cooperation. CHASE In what, may I ask. Bhattacharya, clearly taking affront to Chase's arrogant and even snotty retort, glowers at him. BHATTACHARYA (relaxing his stare) We have a proposal, a deal you businessman can understand. CHASE Or more honestly would you call it blackmail. BHATTACHARYA Perhaps. I'm giving you a clear choice, Mr. Chase, Mr. Pierpont. Here in this room, right now. Life in prison . . . And I'll do my best to see that it's the Black Hole of Calcutta. BHATTACHARYA (con't) Or, your full cooperation. And I mean full cooperation. And I will expect the same from all of your co-conspirators. (turns to Derex) Arthur, will you enlighten these gentlemen?


DEREX Mr. Pierpont. Mr. Chase. I don't know how to thank you for giving me a Neanderthal's memory. But thanks, I could have done without it. (stands, paces around them) As you probably know, Professor Ryunosuke Ito's classified report to Secretary Bhattacharya unambiguously demonstrates that an ice age is imminent. It will certainly arrive with the next major solar storm. Exactly when this might occur is unknown. But the estimates for one of that magnitude are thirty to fifty years. We are on the precipice of unparalleled disaster. (steps beside map) Enormous areas of the planet must be evacuated. Huge populations relocated. BHATTACHARYA Thus we shall require your assistance. (leans back in swivel chair) I am not a kindly reporter like Mr. Derex, and I mean require. Here is our problem. If this becomes public, we face panic, very likely nuclear war. Northern nations will attempt to grab land in safer lower latitudes, nations holding that territory will resist. CHASE It's theoretical. ITO New data makes it very convincing. BHATTACHARYA If we fail to respond to it, we shall never be forgiven when the worst disaster ever to occur on this planet suddenly strikes. If I try to bring world leaders into confidence, some will try to jump the gun on the others, leaks will surely occur, and mass panic and nuclear tragedy will result. Even if I attempt to appropriate some of our limited UN resources, questions will be asked. The terrible answers will leak, with terrible consequences.

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CHASE So you intend to extort our resources. BHATTACHARYA I don't like your attitude, Mr. Chase. We intend to utilize your resources. I am hoping you will see this as a business opportunity. We shall permit you a reasonable return on investment. PIERPONT Reasonable? BHATTACHARYA You'll be eating better than the prisoners in the Netherlands or New York state jails. (beat, for effect) Here is what you shall do. Dr. de Fontaine has drawn up a list of relocation sites in North Africa for northern European populations. North America can probably absorb the populations of Canada and the northern United States. China and Japan can take care of their own. We intend to begin construction of nuclei for relocation sites in North Africa -- disguised as long as possible as resort construction. PIERPONT A desperate gamble. BHATTACHARYA A desperate situation. Now it goes without saying that building these sites, storing supplies and food in them, demands virtually your total resources. But you will retain ownership of considerable segments, and those sites will appreciate enormously, when . . . CHASE If . . . BHATTACHARYA You stand to lose very little if the Ice Age fails to materialize. The developed


properties will have value. and supplies can be resold.

The food

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O'REIDY We are being fair with you, unlike the way you treated us, especially Mr. Derex. ADLER We want your cooperation. This was not intended as a confrontation. BHATTACHARYA Gentlemen, Doctors O'Reidy and Adler are scientists. Perhaps naive. I intend for you to sign documents I have prepared here on my desk. And other matters will be kept quiet. (stands, hands them copies) Are you in, or out? Bhattacharya sits, taps fingers on desk. Chase and Pierpont skim over contract documents. BHATTACHARYA It's all quite straightforward. you say? What do

CHASE As it stands here, and if Ito's latest report is not suddenly repudiated, I can agree to this. PIERPONT I also. BHATTACHARYA Ito appears correct. There's independent verification. And should anything suddenly change your minds, we have redundant evidence of your criminal conspiracy. (stands, to Chase, Pierpont) I shall see you and your lawyers in this office at eight AM. Tomorrow. That will be all, gentlemen. They all stand. Chase and Pierpont head glumly for the door. Bhattacharya mops his brow.


SPECIAL EFFECTS To music of Mozart, we see a star-like point of blue light in the vast black of space.

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Zooming in on it, we see a small blue planet, and the planet grows larger. We see it is the planet Earth As it becomes larger, we see great ice caps as in the ice ages covering large areas of the northern and southern hemispheres. We see that the Sahara and other desert areas are green. SUPER: The planet Earth was still that precious blue jewel floating against the vast black void of space a half century later, but its ice caps had expanded enormously, covering large land masses of North America, South America, Europe, and Asia. The Sahara appeared green, but whether it was with grain or simply wild grass could not be discerned from a distance as far as Mars. FADE OUT.

THE END. Tom Slattery Bay Village, Ohio

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