CLOUD ATLAS
A Film By
A. Wachowski
L. Wachowski
T. Tykwer
Based on the Novel By
David MitchellFADE IN:
On motes like meteors; dancing, streaking particles of light
that rise up against the endless night as we tilt down
revealing--
The flickering flame of a campfire, wavering in the wind.
EXT, VILLAGE - NIGHT - YEAR 2346
Broken-knuckled, scab covered hands reach for the warmth of
the fire.
ZACHRY
Lornsome night. Babbits bawlin’,
wind bitin’ t’bone.
Zachry (50's) looks old, more weathered than aged, wearing a
mix of furs and strange futuristic armor.
ZACHRY (CONT'D)
Wind like this carries voices,
ancestry howlin’ at‘cha, screaming
their stories, all their voices
tied up in’t’one.
on his face is a terrible scar, a brand burned into his
cheek.
ZACHRY (CONT’D)
And out there’s you know who, spyin
from the dark... Old Georgie and me
crossed paths more times‘n I'm
comfy mem’ryn. After I'm died no
tellin’ what that fangy devil won't
try to do to me...
The fire glints in his eye.
ZACHRY (CONT’D)
Listen close and lemme yarn you
‘pout the first time we met eye to
eye...
EXT. CHATHAM ISLANDS BEACH - DAY - YEAR 1846
MOVING POV ON a trail of footsteps in the sand... being
followed by ADAM EWING (35), a lawyer from the city of San
Francisco who appears out of place on the shore of this
Pacific island.EWING (V.0.)
Thus it was that I made the
acquaintance of Doctor Henry Goose,
surgeon of London nobility.
The path leads to DR. HENRY GOOSE (mid-40's), his trousers
rolled up, sporting an unkempt beard as he shovels and sifts
through the sand.
EWING (CONT’D)
Doctor Goose?
Goose looks at Ewing, eye to eye.
Goose
And who might you be?
EWING
Ewing, Adam Ewing, Sir. Traveling
with the “Prophetess”. They told me
I could find you out here. Have you
lost something?
Goose
(a beat, then smiles)
Teeth, sir are the enameled grails
of the quest at hand. This beach
was once a cannibal’s banqueting
hall, where the strong gorged on
the weak, but the teeth, the teeth
sir, they spat out as you or I
would expel a cherry stone. An
artisan of Piccadilly who fashions
denture sets for the nobility pays
handsomely for human gnashers. Do
you know the price a quarter pound
will earn, sir?
EWING
I confess, I do not.
GoosE
Nor shall I enlighten you, sir for
‘tis a professional secret.
Ahhhhahahaha!
The doctor has dentures himself; the teeth, overly large for
his mouth, give him a comedic and paradoxically carnivorous
appearance.