| "PLANET OF THE APES" | |
| Screenplay | |
| by | |
| Michael Wilson | |
| Based on Novel | |
| By | |
| Pierre Boulle | |
| SHOOTING SCRIPT | |
| May 5, 1967 | |
| REVISED: | |
| 05/11/67 | |
| 05/16/67 | |
| 05/23/67 | |
| 06/09/67 | |
| 06/15/67 | |
| 06/22/67 | |
| 07/06/67 | |
| 07/27/67 | |
| FADE IN | |
| 1 EXT. CONSTELLATION OF ORION - NIGHT | |
| Stars glitter like diamonds on the black velvet backdrop of space. | |
| The Belt of Orion is center screen, but much nearer and larger | |
| than ever seen by an Earth-bound astronomer. | |
| A speck of light appears in the lower left corner of the screen. | |
| No spaceship can be seen, but only a glowworm, a solitary sperma- | |
| tosoan gliding through the womb of the universe. Over this we HEAR | |
| the voice of an astronaut. He is concluding a report. | |
| ASTRONAUT'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| So ends my last signal until we reach | |
| our destination. We are now on automatic, | |
| a mere hundred and five light years from | |
| our base ... and at the mercy of com- | |
| puters. I've tucked in my crew for the | |
| long sleep. I'll join them presently. | |
| 2 INT. CABIN OF SPACESHIP - ESTABLISHING SHOT - NIGHT | |
| The cabin is neither cramped nor spacious, but about the size of the | |
| President's cabin in Air Force One. In the immediate f.g. is a console | |
| of dials and switches flanked by four chairs. Only one of the chairs | |
| is occupied. The astronaut's back is to CAMERA. There is a ladder | |
| amidships which leads to an escape hatch. The after Dart of the cabin | |
| is obscured in darkness. We hear the MUSIC of a Mozart sonata emanating | |
| from a phonograph of stereotape. The astronaut is speaking into a | |
| microphone. | |
| ASTRONAUT | |
| Within the hour we shall complete | |
| the sixth month of our flight from | |
| Cape Kennedy. By our time, that is ... | |
| He pauses, looking up at: | |
| 3 TWO LARGE CLOCKS - ON CABIN WALL | |
| One clock is marked SELF TIME, but instead of twelve numerals it has | |
| twenty-four. One of the needles is moving very slowly. | |
| The other clock is labeled EARTH TIME, and its units, like those of a | |
| tachometer, are given by hundreds and thousands. | |
| The largest needle of this clock makes one revolution every second. | |
| Over this we hear: | |
| ASTRONAUT'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| But according to Dr. Hasslein theory of | |
| time in a vehicle traveling at close to | |
| the speed of light, old Mother Earth has | |
| aged a few thousand years since our de- | |
| parture -- while we have scarcely aged | |
| at all. | |
| 4 CLOSE ON ASTRONAUT | |
| This is TAYLOR. He wears simple dungarees (or Churchill suit) and | |
| comfortable boots. He seems calm and pensive. Extracting the butt of | |
| a cigar from the breast pocket of his dungarees, he lights it, then | |
| continues: | |
| TAYLOR | |
| It may be so. This much is probable: the | |
| men who sent us on this journey have long | |
| since been moldering in forgotten graves; | |
| and those, if any, who read this message | |
| are a different breed. Hopefully, a | |
| better one. | |
| He begins to roll up his left sleeve. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| I leave the twentieth century without | |
| regret. Who was it? Marshall? ... said | |
| 'Modern man is the missin 'a link between | |
| the ape and the human being.' | |
| He removes the cigar from his mouth, turns to look out through one | |
| of the portholes into the astral night. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| One final thought -- nothing scientific, | |
| purely personal. Seen from up here, | |
| everything looks different ... Time bends | |
| and space is boundless. It squashes a | |
| man's ego. He begins to feel like no more | |
| than a mote in the eye of eternity. And | |
| he is nagged by a question: ahat if any- | |
| thing, will greet us on the end of man's | |
| first journey to a star? Are we to believe | |
| that throughout these thousands of galaxies, | |
| these millions of stars, only one, that | |
| speck of solar dust we call Earth, has | |
| been graced -- or cursed -- by human life? | |
| (pause) | |
| I have to doubt it. | |
| He extracts a hypodermic needle from his breast pocket and injects | |
| it into the vein of his forearm. He continues speaking. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (sardonically) | |
| That's about all. I wonder if Man, that | |
| marvel of the universe, that glorious | |
| paradox who has sent me to the unknown... | |
| still makes war against his brother., and | |
| lets his neighbor's children starve. | |
| Taylor withdraws the hypodermic needle from his vein and secures it in | |
| a drawer of the console. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Well then, Earthmen: A missing link | |
| salutes you. Bless you, my descendants. | |
| Taylor snuffs out the cigar butt and places it in the drawer beside the | |
| hypodermic. Then, flicking a switch Au cut off the Mozart, he rises and | |
| looks up again at: | |
| 5 THE CLOCK MARKED EARTH TIME | |
| The longest needle of this clock now makes nearly two revolutions per | |
| second. The shortest needle points to the numeral 2105. | |
| 6 INT. CABIN - TRACKING WITH TAYLOR | |
| Space scientists have presumably solved the problem of weightlessness, | |
| for Taylor walks the short distance from; the console to the after | |
| section without particular effort. CAMERA FOLLOWS him, and we can now | |
| see four glass capsules, or "caskets", in the rear of the cabin. Taylor | |
| looks down at them. | |
| 7- SEVERAL SHOTS - THE FOUR CASKETS - FROM TAYLOR'S P.O.V. | |
| 10 | |
| One of them is open. The other three are occupied by astronauts: DODGE, | |
| LANDON and STEWART. They, too, wear dungarees and boots. Dodge and | |
| Landon are thirtyish, clean-shaven, virile -- America's finest. Stewart | |
| is a handsome young woman, her hair bobbed short. Their eyes are closed | |
| and they do not appear to be breathing -- yet no undertaker could make | |
| them so alive. | |
| 11 ANOTHER ANGLE - FAVORING TAYLOR | |
| He grasps the handle of his own casket and slowly pulls himself into | |
| it. Continuing SILENCE. CAMERA MOVES IN as Taylor Dulls the glass lid | |
| shut and secures it. He adjusts two dials inside the capsule and lies | |
| back, buckling his safety belt. CAMERA MOVES INTO A CLOSEUP of Taylor. | |
| His eyes are open. He seems serene, even enraptured. | |
| (NOTE: Credits will appear here over a series of shots designed to | |
| convey a sense of loneliness, of separation, and of the passage of | |
| time.) | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 12- A SERIES OF SHOTS - A DISTANT GLOBE (MINIATURE) | |
| 16 | |
| We see a strange and distant planet. At first the globe occupies but a | |
| small area of the screen; but with each new VIEW it comes closer and | |
| looms larger, as if" observed from a spaceship in a spiraling orbit of | |
| descent. | |
| The topography of the planet bears little resemblance to our own. Much | |
| of it is obscured by cloud cover; even more of-it appears to be | |
| cratered desert of reddish hue. We can, however, make out a few narrow | |
| "green belts" and a patch of blue water. | |
| In the FINAL SHOTS of this SEQUENCE we see the strange planet as it | |
| would be observed from a spacecraft plummeting from twenty thousand | |
| feet to one thousand feet. It appears that the ship will fall into a | |
| vast lake surrounded by soaring sandstone pinnacles. The water is | |
| blue-black, the pinnacles vermillion. (This is the Lake Powell | |
| location, at Lone Rock.) | |
| 17 INT. SPACESHIP - FULL SHOT - DAY | |
| Four empty pilot seats are seen in f.g., the four glass caskets in | |
| b.g. We HEAR the RHYTHMIC BLEAT of a WARNING SIGNAL, a RUSH OF WIND | |
| as in a rapid descent, and perhaps the ROAR OF RETROJETS. Then, a | |
| great CRASH as the craft hits water. The whole ship shudders on impact. | |
| Loose equipment falls to the cabin floor. CAMERA MOVES DOWN the cabin | |
| aisle as the ship begins to roll in the water and HOLDS on the four | |
| glass caskets. There are THREE LOUD METALLIC CLICKS as the glass | |
| domes of the caskets swing open automatically. | |
| 18 CLOSE ON TAYLOR | |
| He now has a full beard. His eyes come open. Instantly alert, he | |
| rises to a sitting position, gazing across at: | |
| 19 DODGE AND LANDON - FROM TAYLOR'S P.O.V. | |
| They, too, awaken and sit up, starring at Taylor. They, too, are | |
| bearded. | |
| TAYLOR'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| You all right? | |
| They nod. | |
| 20 BACK TO TAYLOR - CLOSE SHOT | |
| He glances at the casket beside his own. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Stewart? | |
| (struggling to his feet) | |
| Stewart? | |
| 21 CLOSE-SHOT --THE FOURTH CASKET | |
| Its dome remains unopened. The young woman is a skeleton in a | |
| Churchill suit. | |
| 22 REACTION SHOT - THE THREE ASTRONAUTS | |
| Dodge and Landon have joined Taylor and-stare at the grinning skull | |
| of their dead comrade. A low, descending HUM of equipment is heard. | |
| Simultaneously the lights begin to FADE. A moment later they brighten, | |
| but not as much as before. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| There goes our primary power. We're on | |
| auxilliary. | |
| A slight CRACKING sound is heard. Taylor turns quickly away and o.s.: | |
| 23 REVERSE ANGLE - THE FORWARD CABIN | |
| A trickle of water has begun to seep through a ruptured seam in the | |
| cabin. Taylor darts to a porthole and peers cut. | |
| 24 LONG SHOT - WHAT TAYLOR SEES: | |
| water | |
| The porthole is no more than six inches above the line. In the | |
| distance we discern a shoreline of red desert. | |
| TAYLOR'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| We're in the soup. We're sinking. | |
| 25 INT. CABIN - FULL SHOT | |
| The leak in the seam becomes a growing spray of water. Taylor | |
| turns away from the porthole, calling: | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Dodge! Read the atmosphere! | |
| Dodge moves instantly to the ladder beneath an escape hatch and | |
| mounts it. Taylor stumbles down the aisle of the rolling ship toward | |
| the console and addresses Landon, who is still staring at Stewart's | |
| skeleton. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Landon! Send a last signal. | |
| LANDON | |
| (dazed) | |
| What signal? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| To Earth! That we've landed! | |
| As Landon lurches toward the communications equipment in f.g. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 26 EXT. TIM STRANGE PLANET - LONG PANORAMIC SHOT - LATE AFTERNOON (LONE | |
| ROCK, LAKE POWELL) | |
| We are looking at a lifeless desert of sandstone buttes and pinnacles. | |
| There is no sign of vegetation anywhere. CAMERA PANS DOWN to a body | |
| of water that could be the bay of an inland sea. The deep blue of the | |
| sea contrasts sharply to the red sands of the shoreline. CAMERA HOLDS | |
| on the stricken spaceship, wallowing like a beached whale a hundred | |
| yards offshore. The portholes of the craft are beneath the water, and | |
| only its roof and the tail fin of its tail assembly are visible. The | |
| red-hot skin of the ship vaporizes the water around it. | |
| Suddenly a snorkel-like tube sprouts from the escape hatch, which is | |
| located amidships. | |
| 27 INT. CABIN - CLOSE ON CLOSED ESCAPE HATCH | |
| Dodge, standing halfway up the ladder., has fastened a kit of gauges | |
| to the end of the snorkel tube. He reads the dials, removes the kit, | |
| sniffs the air in the tube and then, taking a deep breath, announces: | |
| DODGE | |
| It's breathable. | |
| TAYLOR'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| Okay! Blow the hatch before we lose | |
| auxilliary power. | |
| Dodge reaches for a control mechanism near the escape hatch. | |
| 28 CLOSE ON TAYLOR AND LANDON | |
| The spray of water coming through the ruptured seam is increasing. | |
| The LIGHTS DIM again and the SOUND of the warning signal FADES. While | |
| Landon fiddles with the radio, Taylor tries to get the tape recorder | |
| rolling, but all we hear are scrambled and unintelligible noises. | |
| LANDON | |
| It's no use ... there she goes. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Forget it. Abandon ship. | |
| 29 WIDER ANGLE - TIM CABIN | |
| The escape hatch is now open. Taylor darts over to the ladder and | |
| passes a folded life raft up to Dodge. When Landon reaches the ladder, | |
| Taylor hands him two neatly packed rucksacks, and Landon climbs | |
| through the escape hatch. Taylor is about to follow with a third | |
| rucksack, then turns and crosses the cabin for a last look at: | |
| 30 THE TWO CLOCKS - FROM TAYLOR'S P.O.V. | |
| Both clocks have stopped: the red needle of the clock labeled SELF | |
| TIME rests on the numeral 18; the red needle of the clock marked | |
| EARTH TIME rests on the numeral 3975. | |
| 31 EXT. TOP OF SPACECRAFT - MED. SHOT | |
| Dodge inflates the raft with a cartridge of compressed air and | |
| tosses it into the water. He and Landon jump into the water and | |
| climb onto the raft as Taylor emerges from the hatch, Taylor slips | |
| into the water and climbs onto the raft. He and Landon begin to | |
| paddle toward shore, while Dodge immediately opens another kit and | |
| takes a sample of the water. | |
| 32 CLOSE ON THE MEN IN THE RAFT | |
| DODGE | |
| (half to himself) | |
| Briny...twenty-five percent salinity. | |
| Near the saturation point. | |
| LANDON | |
| (looking back) | |
| She's still sinking... | |
| 33 THE SPACESHIP - FROM THEIR P.O.V. | |
| Only the radio antenna and the tip of the tail fin remain visible. | |
| LANDON'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| Going ... going... | |
| The craft vanishes beneath the water. | |
| 34 CLOSE ON THE MEN IN THE RAFT | |
| Dodge is still busy with his kit. Landon is still looking back, but | |
| Taylor doesn't bother to turn his head. | |
| LANDON | |
| Gone. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (flatly) | |
| We're here to stay. | |
| 35 ANOTHER ANGLE - MOVING WITH THE RAFT | |
| They gaze at the forbidding sandstone battlements as they near the | |
| shore. | |
| LANDON | |
| Well? Where are we? Have any notion, | |
| skipper? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (confidently) | |
| We're some three hundred and twenty | |
| light years from Earth. On an unnamed | |
| planet in orbit around a star in the | |
| constellation of Orion. | |
| (looks off at | |
| the "sun") | |
| That could be Bellatrix. | |
| 36 THE SUN - FROM THEIR P.O.V. | |
| Low on the horizon, seen through a dense envelope of dust particles. | |
| DODGE'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| Too red for Bellatrix. | |
| 37 BACK TO ASTRONAUTS IN RAFT | |
| Landon glances skeptically at Taylor. | |
| LANDON | |
| You didn't have time to check the | |
| tapes, so you don't really know, | |
| do you? | |
| (as Taylor ignores | |
| him) | |
| What went wrong? | |
| (sardonically) | |
| We weren't programmed to land | |
| in water. | |
| DODGE | |
| (grinning) | |
| The question, Landon, is not so much | |
| where we are as when we are. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (stands up in raft) | |
| We've had a nice snooze. Let's start | |
| earning all our back pay. | |
| 38 WIDER ANGLE - THE BEACH | |
| As the three astronauts step out into shallow water and pull the | |
| raft ashore. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Take your soil test, Dodge. I'll | |
| check the equipment. | |
| Dodge moves inland about ten yards, removes a small hand drill | |
| from his belt, extends the rod of the drill three feet and begins | |
| to take some subsoil samplings. Taylor begins to examine the contents | |
| of the three rucksacks. Landon sits down on the beach., hands around | |
| his knees, gazing moodily at the sunken spaceship. During this and | |
| succeeding scenes we sense that Dodge's obsession with scientific | |
| inquiry leaves him immune to fear: Landon is possibly more courageous | |
| and certainly more "human," for he has many fears to control: while | |
| Taylor -- detached, cool and misanthropic -- is something of an enigma. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (calls Dodge) | |
| Got your sensors? | |
| DODGE | |
| Yo! | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Geiger counter? | |
| DODGE | |
| Yo! | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (taking inventory) | |
| One pistol... twenty-four rounds of | |
| ammo. two medical kits.. one camera... | |
| one TX9. | |
| (loudly to the | |
| others) | |
| We've enough food and water for three | |
| days. | |
| DODGE | |
| But how long is a day? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Good question. | |
| (turning) | |
| Landon -- check your communications | |
| kit. | |
| 39 ANOTHER ANGLE - FAVORING LANDON | |
| He seems not to have heard. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (sharply) | |
| Landon! Join the expedition. | |
| LANDON | |
| (rising) | |
| Sorry... | |
| (crossing to his kit) | |
| I was thinking of Stewart. What | |
| d'you suppose happened? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (flatly) | |
| Air leak. Died in her sleep. | |
| LANDON | |
| You don't seem very cut up about | |
| it. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| It's a little late for a wake. She's | |
| been dead nearly a year. | |
| LANDON | |
| Then we've been away from Earth for | |
| eighteen months. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| By our time. | |
| (smiling at Landon) | |
| You've turned gray. | |
| Landon involuntarily touches the gray hair of his temple as Taylor | |
| adds lightly: | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Apart from that, you look pretty chipper | |
| for a man who's two thousand and thirty | |
| one years old. | |
| (casually) | |
| I read the clocks. They bear out Hasslein's | |
| hypothesis. We've been away from Earth for | |
| two thousand years, give or take a decade. | |
| (pause) | |
| Still can't accept it, huh? | |
| LANDON | |
| long pause) | |
| You know it. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Because time has wiped out everyone and | |
| everything you cared for -- they're dust. | |
| LANDON | |
| Prove it. If we can't get back, it's still | |
| just a theory. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| It's a fact, Landon. Buy it. You'll sleep | |
| better. | |
| Dodge enters scene. A handful of reddish sand dribbles through his | |
| fingers. | |
| DODGE | |
| Nothing will grow here .... there's just a | |
| trace of hydrocarbons, and most of the | |
| nitrogen is locked into nitrates. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Any sign of dangerous ionization? | |
| DODGE | |
| No. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (rising) | |
| Okay. If there's no life here, we've got | |
| just seventy-two hours to find it. That's | |
| when the groceries run out. | |
| He picks up one of the rucksacks and puts it on. The others follow | |
| suit. | |
| DODGE | |
| Which direction? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (decisively, pointing | |
| west) | |
| That way. | |
| DODGE | |
| Any particular reason? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| None at all. | |
| He moves out. Dodge follows. CAMERA PANS with them. They have gone | |
| only a few paces when Taylor looks back over his shoulder and halts. | |
| 40 REVERSE ANGLE - FEATURING LANDON | |
| Landon is squatting in the sand, sticking something into the soil. | |
| It is a small American flag, the size of a handkerchief. | |
| 41 REVERSE ANGLE - FEATURING TAYLOR AND DODGE | |
| Mirth bubbles up in Taylor's throat. He explodes with wild laughter. | |
| He is still laughing as they move out. | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 41-A DAWN SHOT (GUNSIGHT LOC #43) | |
| 42 THE ASTRONAUTS' TREK | |
| They descend from the plateau (Ochre Dunes) | |
| 43 ASTRONAUTS CONTINUE MARCH, | |
| Across the top of the hills there suddenly runs a line of fire (Black | |
| Dunes). | |
| 44 THEY MOVE ACROSS THE TERRAIN | |
| Jagged bolts of lightning flash across the sky, but bring, no rain, and | |
| thunder claps sound like heavy artillery. (Gray Area) | |
| 45- OUT | |
| 58 | |
| QUICK DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 59 ANOTHER PART OF THE CANYON (OCHRE DUNES AREA) - GROUP | |
| SHOT - DAY | |
| Several huge boulders are dislodged, and the three astronauts run. | |
| wildly to escape the falling rocks. When the avalanche ends, they | |
| sprawl on the lifeless sands, breathing heavily and drenched with | |
| sweat, surrounded by enormous boulders. Taylor looks about him. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Everybody all right? | |
| Murmurs of assent from Dodge and Landon. Taylor rummages through a | |
| limp rucksack, comes up with some empty food cartons,rummages again, | |
| coming up with a cigar butt. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Water check. | |
| Dodge takes a plastic canteen from another rucksack and inspects it. | |
| DODGE | |
| Eight ounces. | |
| Dodge lies back and looks up at the sky. | |
| DODGE | |
| It doesn't add up. There's a mantle of | |
| dust around this planet and yet it's | |
| as humid as a jungle. Thunder and | |
| lightning and yet no rain. Cloud cover | |
| every night and that strange luminosity, | |
| and yet no moon. | |
| Landon also looks up at the sky. | |
| LANDON | |
| If only we could get a fix. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (needling him) | |
| What would you learn? I've told you | |
| where you are and when you are. | |
| DODGE | |
| (gently) | |
| Taylor -- quit riding him. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (harshly, to Landon) | |
| You're more than three hundred light | |
| years from your precious planet. Your | |
| loved ones have been dead and forgotten | |
| for twenty centuries. Even if you could | |
| get back, they'd think you were | |
| something that fell out of a tree. | |
| LANDON | |
| (wearily) | |
| All right -- | |
| TAYLOR | |
| There's only one reality left. We're | |
| here and it's now. You get ahold of that | |
| and hang on tight, or you might as well | |
| be dead. | |
| LANDON | |
| (quietly) | |
| I'm prepared to die. | |
| Taylor turns to Dodge, throws up his hands. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| He's prepared to die! Doesn't that make | |
| you misty? Chalk up another victory for | |
| the human spirit! | |
| Dodge rises and moves off, o.s., either embarrassed by this colloquy | |
| or unwilling to hear it again. Taylor, cigar clamped between his | |
| teeth, spins toward Landon. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Straighten me out on something. Why did | |
| you come along at all? You volunteered. | |
| Why? | |
| (a beat; no answer) | |
| I'll tell you. They nominated you for the | |
| Big One and you couldn't turn it down. Not | |
| without losing your All-American standing | |
| LANDON | |
| (hard) | |
| Climb off me, will you! | |
| TAYLOR | |
| And the glory, don't forget that. There's | |
| a life-sized bronze statue of you somewhere. | |
| It's probably turned green by now, and nobody | |
| can read the name plate. But never let it be | |
| said we forget our heroes. | |
| LANDON | |
| Taylor. I'm telling you -- | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Oh, and one last item. Immortality. | |
| You wanted to go on forever. | |
| (pause) | |
| Well, you damn near made it. Except for | |
| Dodge and me, you've lived longer than | |
| anybody. And with Stewart dead, it looks | |
| like we're the last of the strain. You got | |
| what you wanted, kid. How does it taste? | |
| Silence. Taylor lies down, spent of his venom, pillowing | |
| his head on a rucksack. | |
| LANDON | |
| (softly) | |
| Okay. You read me well enough. | |
| Why can't I read you? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Don't bother | |
| LANDON | |
| (looking off) | |
| Dodge ... he's not like me at all. But | |
| he makes sense. Held walk naked into a | |
| live volcano if he thought he could learn | |
| something no other man knew. I understand | |
| why he's here. But you...You're no seeker. | |
| You're negative. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| But I'm not prepared to die. | |
| LANDON | |
| (heatedly) | |
| I'd like to know why not. You thought | |
| life on Earth was meaningless. You despised | |
| people. So what did you do? You ran away. | |
| Taylor's eyes are closed. He is silent for a moment. When he speaks, | |
| his tone is soft, reflective. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| No, not quite, Landon. I'm a bit of a | |
| seeker myself. But my dreams are a lot | |
| emptier than yours. | |
| (pause) | |
| I can't get rid of the idea that somewhere | |
| in the Universe there must be a creature | |
| superior to man. | |
| 60 ANOTHER ANGLE - FEATURING DODGE | |
| who has been wandering around, studying the boulders and the barren | |
| soil. Taylor and Landon can be seen in b.g. Dodge spots something and | |
| squats down to examine it. | |
| 61 CLOSEUP - WHAT DODGE SEES: | |
| It is a tiny desert flower, no more than an inch high. | |
| 62 CLOSEUP - DODGE | |
| His eyes light up as he calls: | |
| DODGE | |
| Taylor! Over here! | |
| 63 CLOSE. GROUP SHOT - ANGLING DOWN | |
| as Taylor and Landon hurry over and kneel down on either side of Dodge. | |
| The astronauts hover over the tiny flower like three magi perceiving | |
| the infant Deliverer. | |
| DODGE | |
| Life. | |
| He digs gently around the roots of the plant with a small instrument. | |
| DODGE | |
| Where there's one there's another. And | |
| another. And another. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Let's find them all. | |
| 63-A SUNSET SHOT | |
| 64 END OF THE TREK AS THE ASTRONAUTS START FROM THE CANYON | |
| TO THE TAMARISK AREA | |
| Absolute desolation (Ochre Area). The astronauts start down | |
| the canyon. | |
| 65 ASTRONAUTS CAST HUGE SHADOWS | |
| As they move across the terrain (top of Crazy Canyon). | |
| 65-A JUMP SHOT | |
| As they jump across a gap. Thunder and lightning again (top of | |
| Crazy Canyon). | |
| 65-B THEY MOVE DOWN | |
| They march across Crazy Canyon overlook. | |
| 65-C REACTION SHOTS OF ASTRONAUTS | |
| 66- | |
| A-R SERIES OF SHOTS OF DESCENT OF ASTRONAUTS DOWN SHEER FACE OF A CANYON | |
| (Wire Grass Canyon). | |
| For a brief moment several "creatures" appear. We cannot identify the | |
| species. | |
| QUICK DISSOLVE T0: | |
| 67 EXT. A DRY WASH - CLOSE GROUP SHOT - DAY | |
| Blooming tamarisks border a. dry stream bed. Taylor and Landon hover | |
| over Dodge, who is probing the soil with his drill. Their dungarees and | |
| faces are caked with dust. | |
| DODGE | |
| It's a stream bed., no doubt about | |
| it -- but bone dry. | |
| Landon strightens up and looks off, startled by something he sees. | |
| LANDON | |
| Look. . . | |
| 68 LONG SHOT - A CLIFF BEYOND THE TAMARISKS | |
| with the astronauts in f.g. In the distance, on the skyline, we can | |
| make out a long row of wooden crosses. Some animal or vegetable matter | |
| appears to be tied to the crosses. | |
| LANDON | |
| Scarecrows? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Let's take a look. | |
| Taylor plunges into the thicket of tamarisks, followed by Dodge and | |
| Landon. Their view of the cliff is momentarily obscured. CAMERA HOLDS | |
| on the distant crosses. For an instant only, three "creatures" again | |
| appear on the skyline near the crosses. Then they vanish. | |
| 69 REVERSE ANGLE - THE ASTRONAUTS | |
| as they emerge from the tamarisk thicket-nearer to the base of the- | |
| cliff. They halt and look up at: | |
| 70 THE CROSSES - ANGLING UP - FROM ASTRONAUT'S P.O.V. | |
| We can now see the pelts of unrecognizable animals have been bound to | |
| the crosses and, thus mounted in a long row, seem to make a boundary | |
| or serve as a warning. The living bipeds are no longer visible. | |
| 71 BACK TO THE ASTRONAUTS | |
| Dodge and Landon are still looking up at the strange crosses, but | |
| Taylor is scanning the terrain at the base of the cliff. The sound of | |
| rushing water can be heard. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (half to himself) | |
| Never mind the scarecrows. | |
| He breaks into a run, CAMERA PANNING with him as he moves toward a | |
| declivity in the face of the cliff. | |
| 72 MOVING SHOT - DODGE AND LANDON | |
| Agonized with thirst, they follow Taylor. | |
| 73 FLASH SHOT - THE TOP OF THE CLIFF | |
| For an instant we see the bipeds again, moving in the same direction. | |
| 74 EXT. A DECLIVITY IN THE CLIFF - FEATURING TAYLOR | |
| He scrambles up a rock-strewn gorge and looks off at the terrain | |
| beyond. | |
| 75 EXT. A WATERFALL - FROM TAYLOR'S P.O.V. | |
| The cascade is not spectacular, but the vegetation around it is | |
| startlingly lush. (This location is not at Lake Powell, but at the | |
| Ranch). | |
| 76 CLOSEUP - TAYLOR | |
| His parched lips break into a smile. | |
| QUICK DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 77 EXT. WATERFALL AND POOL - FULL SHOT - DAY | |
| The cascade has formed a cool and inviting pool. Thick foliage grows to | |
| its very edge. Dodge is on his hands and knees, testing the liquid with | |
| his kit. The others wait expectantly. | |
| DODGE | |
| It's loaded with minerals, but safe. | |
| Without further ado Landon ducks his face into the pool. Dodge scoops | |
| up water in his hands and drinks. Taylor follows suit. | |
| LANDON | |
| (coming up for air) | |
| Can we take a dip? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (looks around) | |
| Okay. | |
| Landon and Dodge immediately remove their boots, strip down and plunge | |
| into the pool. But Taylor does not yet disrobe. Alert and curious, he | |
| strolls along the bank of the pool, looking around. | |
| 78 DODGE AND LANDON SWIMMNG | |
| 79 TAYLOR | |
| as he briefly looks around, then starts taking off his shirt. | |
| 80 DODGE AND LANDON | |
| as they arrive at opposite shore. | |
| 81 MED . SHOT - FAR SIDE OF POOL | |
| as Landon sees something on shore. | |
| 82 TAYLOR IN WATER | |
| as he swims across. | |
| LANDON'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| Hey, Taylor! Look at this -- | |
| Dodge and Taylor climb out of the pool and squat beside Landon. | |
| 83 CLOSE SHOT - WHAT THEY SEE: | |
| The print of a large five-toad foot is clearly visible in the wet sand. | |
| 84 GROUP SHOT - THE THREE ASTRONAUTS | |
| Taylor rises and walks slowly toward the underbrush, scanning the | |
| ground for other sports. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 85 THE OTHER SIDE OF THE POOL - FULL PANNING SHOT | |
| Our view of the astronauts beyond the cascade in b.g. is partially | |
| obscured by broad-leafed foliage directly in front of CAMERA, which | |
| PANS SLOWLY away from the waterfall and HOLDS on the astronauts' | |
| clothing at the edge of the pool. Suddenly and inexplicably a pair of | |
| dungarees slithers away into the underbrush. A few seconds pass. Now a | |
| pair of bronzed and brawny shoulders fill the SCREEN, blocking our | |
| view. | |
| 86 REVERSE ANGLE - CLOSE ON A HUMAN FACE IN HEAVY FOLIAGE | |
| Or is it human? The hair is matted, the face bearded, the jaw | |
| prognathous, the orbital rim prominent. | |
| 87 ANOTHER ANGLE - AT EDGE OF POOL | |
| A brown thick-fingered hand appears from behind heavy foliage and | |
| plucks at a boot. The boot vanishes. | |
| 88 BACK TO THE ASTRONAUTS - ON OTHER SIDE OF POOL | |
| Dodge is standing near Taylor and looking back at the spot where they | |
| left their clothing. Suddenly he seizes Taylor's arm and points | |
| silently at the far bank of the pool. | |
| 89 WHAT THEY SEE: | |
| Another pair of dungarees slithers into the underbrush and disappears. | |
| 90 REVERSE ANGLE - FULL PANNING SHOT - THE ASTRONAUTS | |
| Led by Taylor, they dive back into the pool and swim to the other bank. | |
| Emerging from the water, they look around in bewilderment. Taylor makes | |
| hand signals to indicate absolute silence and a reconnaissance. The | |
| three astronauts fan out and move cautiously into the jungle (or rain | |
| forest). | |
| 91- | |
| 93 EXT. - JUNGLE (OR RAIN FOREST) - SEVERAL SHOTS - MOVING WITH THE | |
| ASTRONAUT'S | |
| Little sunlight penetrates this dense vegetation. These SHOTS are | |
| INTERCUT with: | |
| 94 WHAT THE ASTRONAUTS SEE: | |
| fleeting forms as yet unidentified; trembling foliage; brown shadows | |
| against a green backdrop. | |
| 95 EXT. A SMALL CLEARING - FAVORING THE THREE ASTRONAUTS | |
| who stop at the edge of the clearing, startled by | |
| 96 WHAT THEY SEE: | |
| a number of primitive bipeds, male and female, scarcely visible behind | |
| trees and bushes on the other side of the clearing -- here a face, | |
| there a portion of a head and torso. Throughout this sequence, the | |
| primitives are never seen clearly or at close range. | |
| 97 BACK TO THE AST40IONAUTS | |
| reacting. They speak in whispers. | |
| LANDON | |
| My God..they look almost human. | |
| DODGE | |
| They -- there's a herd of them. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Show them we're friendly. | |
| CAMERA PULLS BACK as Taylor advances a few steps into the clearing, | |
| extending his empty hands and beaming like a politician. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (warmly) | |
| Greetings! | |
| 98 REVERSE - THE STRANGE CREATURES - FROM TAYLOR'S P.O.V. | |
| There are perhaps a dozen of them. They shrink back as Taylor advances | |
| -- hostile, frightened or both. We now see that some of them are | |
| clutching articles of the astronauts' clothing and equipment. Taylor | |
| stops, stares at them glumly. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| No cigar. | |
| LANDON | |
| Try telling them our names. | |
| Taylor grimaces at Landon. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Well, if we're looking for an icebreaker... | |
| (turning to the creatures) | |
| Listen, folks ..... | |
| More shrinking back by the frightened primitives. | |
| DODGE | |
| (softly) | |
| I'm afraid they aren't having any. | |
| 99- OUT | |
| 102 | |
| 103- A SERIES OF FLASH SHOTS - THE JUNGLE (OR RAIN FOREST): | |
| 105 | |
| A pistol goes off with a deafening crash, and the primitive creatures | |
| scatter in panicky flight. After a while, quiet returns to the jungle. | |
| 106 EXT. A JUNGLE PATH - THE ASTRONAUTS | |
| They examine the remnants of their clothing and equipment and start to | |
| don whatever is able to be worn. Taylor puts on what remains of a | |
| ripped pair of trousers; Dodge starts to improvise from the remnants of | |
| the kit (it is a torn shelter half). Landon, like Taylor, has the | |
| remains of his pants. | |
| DODGE | |
| They didn't leave much did they? | |
| LANDON | |
| Shall we follow them? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Haven't much choice. | |
| As they walk off down the jungle path. | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 107 EXT. A GROVE OF FRUIT TREES - ESTABLISHING SHOT - DAY | |
| This need not be a cultivated grove. A few trees (peach or apricot or | |
| avocado, it matters not) grow wild in a pleasant glade. Nor is the | |
| grove extensive. The three astronauts sit under a tree in f.g.; the | |
| primitives sit under a clump, of trees some fifty yards away. Each camp | |
| is feeding and warily watching the other. In the distance beyond the | |
| fruit trees is an open grassy plain or cultivated field. | |
| 108 THE PRIMITIVES - FROM LANDON'S P.O.V. | |
| They too are sitting under trees, munching fruit. There are no more | |
| than a dozen altogether. | |
| 109 BACK TO ASTRONAUTS - CLOSE GROUP SHOT | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Well, at least they haven't | |
| tried to bite us. | |
| DODGE | |
| Blessed are the vegetarians. | |
| 110 THE OTHER CAMP - FEATURING A YOUNG WOMAN | |
| Squatting on her haunches, eating fruit, gazing back at Taylor. Her | |
| hair is long and black, her skin nut brown, her face hauntingly lovely | |
| and hauntingly stupid. This is NOVA. | |
| 111 BACK TO ASTRONAUTS | |
| Landon looks o.s. at the primitives. | |
| LANDON | |
| We got off at the wrong stop. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| You're our optimist Look at the bright | |
| side. If that's the best there is | |
| around here, in six months we'll be | |
| running this planet. | |
| DODGE | |
| (suddenly) | |
| Look... | |
| 112 THE PRIMITIVES - THEIR P.O.V. | |
| They appear to be agitated although neither we nor the astronauts | |
| have yet heard or seen any cause for alarm. The primitives get to | |
| their feet, sniffing, listening | |
| 113 CLOSE GROUP SHOT - THE ASTRONAUTS | |
| Puzzled and alarmed by the primitives' behavior, they too get to | |
| their feet. | |
| LANDON | |
| Think they'll attack us? | |
| Taylor turns, looks back at: | |
| 114 THE DISTANT JUNGLE (OR FOREST) | |
| From which they recently emerged. There is no sign of life. | |
| 115 LONG PANNING SHOT - THE PRIMITIVES | |
| They suddenly run laterally across the grove, heading back toward | |
| their jungle. A rumble becomes audible it is the SOUND of HOOFBEATS. | |
| 116 VERY LONG SHOT - THE JUNGLE (OR FOREST) | |
| Twelve "horsemen" suddenly emerge from the trees, riding abreast at a | |
| canter, like a squadron of cavalry about to charge. The horses look | |
| huge. So do the riders, but at this distance we cannot identify them. | |
| 117 LONG PANNING SHOT - THE PRIMITIVES | |
| Cut off from their natural habitat, they reverse direction and flee | |
| toward the tall grasses of the savanna (or cultivated field). | |
| 118 LONG SHOT - THE RIDERS | |
| With an exultant battle cry they break into a gallop. The hunt is on. | |
| 119 CLOSE GROUP SHOT - THE THREE ASTRONAUTS | |
| Stupefied, frozen in place. | |
| 120 LONG SHOT - THE RIDERS | |
| Coming closer. We HEAR a rifle shot, then a flurry of shots. | |
| 121 MED. SHOT. | |
| A bullet spanks into the fruit trees above their heads. They run, | |
| CAMERA PANNING with them as they race toward the tall grass in deep | |
| b.g. | |
| 122- A SERIES OF FLASH SHOTS - THE HUNT IN THE SAVANNA | |
| 124 | |
| As the "horsemen" close in on the creatures fleeing on foot. | |
| 125 MED. CLOSE SHOT - A RIDER | |
| He reins in, raises his rifle and fires. For the first time, we se that | |
| he is a GORILLA. He wears a simple quasi-military uniform -- tunic, | |
| trousers and boots. | |
| 126 FLASH SHOT - DODGE | |
| Running through the high grass. He is shot in the back and falls. | |
| 127 FLASH SHOT - TAYLOR | |
| He drops at the side of his fallen comrade. | |
| 128 CLOSE TWO SHOT - ANGLING DOWN ON DODGE | |
| As Taylor rolls him over. Dodge is dead. | |
| 129 WIDER ANGLE SHOT - THE SAVANNA - FEATURING A LINE OF BEATERS | |
| The beaters are all GORILLAS. They carry long sticks and nets, and | |
| their task is to flush out the terrified primitives cowering in the | |
| tall grass. | |
| 130- A SERIES OF SHOTS - THE HUNTERS AND THE HUNTED: | |
| 135 | |
| (a) Landon flees from one rider only to be cut off by another. | |
| He stumbles and a rearing stallion tramples him. | |
| (b) A third mounted gorilla flings a net over a running female. | |
| She is hopelessly entangled. This is Nova. | |
| (c) Landon lies unconscious on the grassy plain, an ugly gash | |
| on his forehead. | |
| (d) Taylor crawls through the tall grass on his hands and knees. | |
| A rider crosses his path without seeing him. | |
| (e) The beaters close in on Taylor, blocking his escape route. | |
| (f) Taylor changes direction and decides to run for it. | |
| 136 EXT, SAVANNA - PANNING WITH TAYLOR | |
| Bent low, he flees through the tall grass. A SHOT rings out. Taylor | |
| falls. | |
| 137 CLOSE ON TAYLOR | |
| Lying on his back. His fingers go to his throat. Blood appears between | |
| his fingers. He opens his mouth in pain, but no sound comes forth, as | |
| Taylor sinks into unconsciousness. | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 138 EXT. GROVE - FULL SHOT - THE HUNTERS - DAY | |
| The hunting party has reassembled here beneath the fruit trees. Some of | |
| the gorillas have dismounted; others are still on horseback. In the | |
| middle distance is a crude horse-drawn wagon. The sides and top of the | |
| wagon form a wire cage. Three captive males and one female are visible | |
| within the cage. Dodge and Landon are nowhere to be seen. Two gorilla | |
| porters enter scene, dragging a male human corpse by the ankles, as two | |
| other bearers enter scene with a living burden on a long carrying pole. | |
| Taylor dangles from the pole, held aloft by the bonds around his wrists | |
| and ankles. CAMERA PANS with the two gorillas as they dump Taylor into | |
| the wagon and close the tail gate. | |
| 139- OUT | |
| 140 | |
| 141 CLOSE ON TAYLOR - WITHIN WAGON CAGE | |
| His throat is smeared with blood. His eyelids flutter as he regains | |
| consciousness. | |
| 142 CLOSE SHOT - WHAT TAYLOR SEES: | |
| Three primitive males bound hand and foot. They seem docile in | |
| captivity. The female, Nova, clasps bound wrists around her bound | |
| ankles and gazes blankly at Taylor. There is a JOLT of MOVEMENT as the | |
| wagon gets underway | |
| 143 CLOSE ON TAYLOR | |
| With a great effort he raises himself on one elbow and looks out from | |
| the cage. | |
| 144 TRUCKING WITH THE WAGON - WHAT TAYLOR SEES: | |
| A gorilla hunter stands over a dead man, one foot planted he chest of | |
| his kill and his rifle butt resting on the on abdomen. Facing him is | |
| another gorilla with an old-fashioned camera on a tripod. | |
| APE PHOTOGRAPHER | |
| Smile. | |
| The hunter bares his teeth. | |
| 145 CLOSE ON TAYLOR | |
| He faints. | |
| FADE OUT | |
| FADE IN | |
| 146 INT. A SURGERY - ANGLING DOWN ON TWO OPERATING TABLES NIGHT | |
| The surgery is dimly-lit. (If possible we should be unaware of the | |
| source of illumination.) Taylor lies strapped to the nearer table. He | |
| appears to be unconscious. The young female captive, Nova, is strapped | |
| to the table beside him. She is conscious. Taylor is receiving a direct | |
| blood transfusion from her. | |
| Hovering over Taylor are a NURSE and a surgeon named GALEN. Both are | |
| chimpanzees. Galen wears a bloody surgical apron, the nurse a white | |
| smock. Galen is removing a filthy bandage from Taylor's neck. A door | |
| behind them opens and DR. ZIRA, an animal psychologist, enters. She, | |
| too, is a chimpanzee and wears a smock like the nurse's. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Which one was wearing the strange | |
| clothes? | |
| GALEN | |
| Him. | |
| Zira looks down at Taylor. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Will he live? | |
| GALEN | |
| (irritably) | |
| I don't know. This beast lost a lot | |
| of blood. | |
| Galen paws through a tray of surgical instruments. The equipment is | |
| obsolescent and the room untidy -- like that of a callous small-town | |
| veterinarian. | |
| GALEN | |
| (to Nurse ) | |
| There's no probe here. Find one! | |
| NURSE | |
| Yes, sir. | |
| She exits. Zira runs a forefinger across a dusty table.Her voice is | |
| soft and well-modulated. | |
| ZIRA | |
| This place is dirty, doctor. | |
| GALEN | |
| (defensively) | |
| These animals are dirty, doctor. They | |
| stink, and they carry communicable | |
| diseases. Why aren't they cleaned up | |
| before they're brought here? | |
| 147 CLOSE TWO SHOT - TAYLOR AND NOVA | |
| His eyes come open. Over this we hear: | |
| ZIRA'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| You don't sound happy in your work. | |
| GALEN'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| I'm nothing more than a vet in this | |
| laboratory... | |
| Taylor feebly turns his head and looks at Nova. She returns his gaze | |
| with an unchanged empty stare. We sense that Taylor realizes her blood | |
| is flowing into his veins. Over this we hear: | |
| GALEN'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| You promised to speak to Dr. Zaius | |
| about me. | |
| ZIRA'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| I did. But you know how he looks down | |
| his nose at chimpanzees. | |
| Taylor rolls his eyes toward the apes. Weak as he is,we see his | |
| astonishment at hearing them talk. | |
| 148 BACK TO GROUP AROUND OPERATING TABLE | |
| as the Nurse reenters with a probe and hands it to Dr. Galen, who | |
| protests to Zira: | |
| GALEN | |
| But the quota system's been abolished! | |
| You made it. Why can't I? | |
| ZIRA | |
| What do you mean, made it? I'm an | |
| animal psychologist, that's all. We | |
| don't have any authority. | |
| GALEN | |
| You do pretty well when it comes to | |
| getting space and equipment. | |
| ZIRA | |
| That's because Dr. Zaius realizes our | |
| work has value. | |
| GALEN | |
| Hmph. | |
| ZIRA | |
| The foundations of scientific brain | |
| surgery are being laid right here - | |
| in studies of cerebral function in | |
| these animals. | |
| GALEN | |
| They're still dirty. And their bite is | |
| septic. Look at that ... | |
| He shows Zira infected teeth marks on the back of his left hand. | |
| GALEN | |
| (to Nurse) | |
| Hold his head. | |
| The Nurse complies, gripping Taylor's skull with both hands. Galen | |
| leans down and begins to probe the throat wound. Taylor passes out. | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 149 INT. A ROW OF CAGES - ANIMAL LABORATORY - TRACKING SHOT DAY | |
| The cages are no larger than small jail cells. There are four of them. | |
| Bars, not walls, divide the cages, so that all four are visible. Each | |
| of the first three cages is occupied by a primitive male. At the moment | |
| the first two are quiet -- dozing or scratching apathetically. The | |
| third occupant is stolidly regarding a half-dozen brightly colored | |
| hollow wooden boxes, or blocks, Of varying sizes and proportions on the | |
| floor of his cage. He is trying to stack the boxes in such a way as to | |
| reach a banana dangling from a cord twelve feet overhead. He has | |
| correctly selected the first two large, sturdy blocks for his tower | |
| under the banana -- but the tall third block is too unstable on its | |
| small base to support the broad-based fourth block. | |
| 149-A CLOSE - TAYLOR | |
| Taylor, Looking much stronger, sits on a pile of dirty straw in the | |
| fourth cage. There is a clean bandage around his throat. He watches the | |
| block-building primitive with contemptous amusement. | |
| Both the third and fourth blocks tumble to the floor when the primitive | |
| tries to mount his tower. He stands there, staring dully at the | |
| scattered blocks, then up at the unattainable banana. | |
| 149-B MED. - THE LABORATORY | |
| A door at the end of the aisle opens and a gorilla named JULIUS enters, | |
| dressed in a keeper's uniform. He quickly closes the door, snatches up | |
| a broom, starts sweeping. Julius is obviously late for work. Taylor | |
| struggles to his feet, moves to the bars of the cage, tries to call | |
| out. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (soundlessly) | |
| Hey! Hey! | |
| The three other primitives move toward the bars of their cages. Julius | |
| barks at them. | |
| JULIUS | |
| Simmer down! | |
| (points at Taylor) | |
| You especially. | |
| The third primitive goes back to stacking his blocks. Julius comes up | |
| to Taylor's cage, indicates a like set of blocks strewn across its | |
| floor, extends his broom handle to whack the banana overhead. | |
| JULIUS | |
| Better give it a try, stupid. Unless | |
| you like going hungry. | |
| He returns to his sweeping. Taylor glowers at him. A moment later, the | |
| door at the end of the aisle opens and Dr. Zira enters. | |
| JULIUS | |
| Good morning, Dr. Zira. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Good morning, Julius. How's our patient | |
| today? | |
| JULIUS | |
| No change. The minute you open the door, | |
| he goes into his act. | |
| She starts down the aisle toward Taylor's cage. He grasps the bars, | |
| awaiting her anxiously. As she passes the second cage, the primitive in | |
| it shakes the bars, jumps up and down. His tongue is hanging out. Zira | |
| smiles, stops, digs into the pocket of her smock. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (playfully) | |
| Well, what do we want this morning? Do | |
| we want something? Speak! Come on, speak! | |
| The primitive continues to jump up and down energetically. Zira takes a | |
| cube of sugar from her pocket, holds it up for his inspection. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Do we want some sugar, old-timer? | |
| The man eagerly sticks his hand through the bars. She drops the cube in | |
| his hands. He jams it into his mouth. | |
| JULIUS | |
| (concerned) | |
| You could get hurt doing that, Doctor. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Don't be silly. He's perfectly tame. | |
| She moves toward Taylor's cage, Julius behind her. | |
| JULIUS | |
| They're all tame until they take a | |
| chunk out of you. | |
| 150 CLOSE SHOT - FEATURING TAYLOR - ZIRA AND JULIUS | |
| Taylor starts to open his mouth as Zira comes up to the bars. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Well, Bright Eyes, is our throat | |
| feeling better? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (frantic mouthing) | |
| Listen, listen -- I can speak -- | |
| He winces, puts his hand to the bandage. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (sympathetically) | |
| Awww, it still hurts, doesn't it? | |
| JULIUS | |
| See? He keeps pretending he can | |
| talk. | |
| Taylor glares at Julius, slams the bars. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (mouthing) | |
| I'm not pretending! I can talk! | |
| Zira hurriedly takes a pen and notebook from the breast Docket of her | |
| smock, starts to scribble. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (excitedly) | |
| Did you see that? It's remarkable! | |
| JULIUS | |
| Huh? | |
| ZIRA | |
| He's trying to form words. | |
| JULIUS | |
| Well, you know what they say. | |
| Human see, human do. | |
| Taylor is staring in silent fascination at the open and notebook.He | |
| stops mouthing, points at them. | |
| JULIUS | |
| Now what? | |
| Taylor gestures for Zira to come closer to the bars. | |
| ZIRA | |
| He seems to want something. | |
| She advances tentatively toward the cage. | |
| JULIUS | |
| I'd be careful, doctor. | |
| Taylor suddenly reaches through the bars, tries to snatch the pen and | |
| notebook from Zira. Julius instantly jabs his broom handle through the | |
| bars, hitting Taylor in the ribs. | |
| JULIUS | |
| What did I tell you! | |
| (to Taylor) | |
| Try that again, I'll break your arm! | |
| Zira draws back, looking at Taylor in surprise. | |
| 151 CLOSER - TAYLOR | |
| His face is twisted in frustration. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (mouthing) | |
| What's the matter with you? I can | |
| talk! Can't you see that? | |
| Over this a door is heard opening o.s., and Julius' voice, nervous, | |
| deferential: | |
| JULIUS' VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| Good morning, Your Excellency. | |
| Taylor looks o.s. | |
| 152- OUT | |
| 160 | |
| 161 BOOM SHOT - THE THREE APES - FROM TAYLOR'S P.O.V. | |
| Julius and Zira cross to a stout, imposing orangutan who has just | |
| entered the laboratory. Julius bows to him. This is DR. ZAIUS. Like the | |
| other apes, he wears a simple tunic and trousers, but his garments are | |
| of a Costlier material, and several decorations are woven into the sash | |
| of his tunic. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (bubbling) | |
| Dr. Zaius, I'm so glad you could come. | |
| He's over here. | |
| Zaius crosses with them to Taylor's cage. Beneath his austere manner, | |
| we sense tension, worry. Zira looks up at Taylor, her tone an appeal. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Bright Eyes, show him! Go ahead! | |
| Do your trick! | |
| Taylor just glares at her. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Speak! Go on. Speak again. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (silent mouthing) | |
| My - name - isn't - Bright Eyes It's | |
| Taylor! | |
| ZIRA | |
| There! Can you believe it? I looks | |
| like he's talking. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (evenly) | |
| Yes, amusing. A man who acts like an ape. | |
| Taylor turns to Zaius. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (silent mouthing) | |
| I'm not acting! I can talk! How much | |
| proof do you want? | |
| ZIRA | |
| (thunderstruck) | |
| Dr. Zaius, I could have sworn he was | |
| answering you! | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (nodding, but unmoved) | |
| He shows a definite gift for mimicry. | |
| Zira wiggles her fingers excitedly. | |
| ZIRA | |
| I wonder how held score on a Hopkins | |
| manual dexterity test? | |
| Zaius' voice is quiet, but there is steel in it. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| An animal? | |
| JULIUS | |
| Look! | |
| Taylor is frantically wiggling his fingers. | |
| ZIRA | |
| He's moving his fingers! | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Of course. He saw you moving yours. | |
| ZIRA | |
| But perhaps he understood -- | |
| 161-A CLOSE - TAYLOR | |
| He is pleading silently as Zaius' voice is heard over the SHOT. | |
| ZAIUS' VOICE | |
| (o.s., hard) | |
| Man has no understanding, Dr. Zira. | |
| He can be taught a few simple tricks. | |
| Nothing more. | |
| ZIRA'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| I beg to disagree. According to my exper- | |
| iments -- | |
| 161-B CLOSE - ZAIUS | |
| A warning burns out of his eyes as he stares at Taylor. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| A word to the wise, Dr. Zira. Experimental | |
| brain surgery on these creatures is one | |
| thing. I'm all for it. | |
| 161-C CLOSER - TAYLOR | |
| Fear clouds his eyes. Abruptly, he stops moving his lips. | |
| 161-D MED. THE GROUP | |
| Zaius sees the effect his words have had on Taylor. He turns to Zira, | |
| goes on in a more detached tone. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| But your behavioral studies are another matter entirely. To suggest | |
| that we can learn something about simian nature from a study of man is | |
| nonsense. Besides, men are a nuisance. They outgrow their own food | |
| supply in the forest and migrate to our green belts and ravage our | |
| crops. | |
| (looking casually | |
| at Taylor) | |
| The sooner they're exterminated, the better. | |
| He turns toward the door. A disappointed Zira follows him. Zaius looks | |
| back at Taylor just before going out. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| It's a question of simian survival. | |
| 161-E CLOSE - TAYLOR | |
| He stares after Zaius, than looks away, slumps to the floor. A pause, | |
| then a VOICE is heard. | |
| APE GUARD | |
| Is this the one you wanted, Doctor? | |
| ZIRA'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| Yes, thank you. | |
| (pause, her voice | |
| much closer) | |
| Bright Eyes? | |
| Taylor looks up. | |
| ZIRA'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| I've got a present for you. | |
| 161-F ANOTHER ANGLE - THE CAGE | |
| Standing outside the cage, held on a leash by an APE GUARD is Nova. | |
| She looks at Taylor without expression. Zira gestures at JULIUS. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Put her in with him. | |
| Julius unlocks the cage door-, leads Nova inside, removes her leash and | |
| collar. Taylor has gotten to his feet. Julius goes out, locking the | |
| door behind him. Nova hesitates, then slowly reaches out, takes | |
| Taylor's hand. Zira beams at them. | |
| 162- OUT | |
| 169 | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 170 EXT.- EXERCISE YARD - ANIMAL COMPOUND - ESTABLISHING SHOT DAY | |
| It is nothing elaborate, A wire fence encloses a dirt yard. This | |
| compound is situated on the outskirts of Apetown and the town is | |
| visible in the distance. | |
| There are about a dozen adult human captives within the enclosure, no | |
| more than a third of them females. Some of them trudge around the dusty | |
| yard like convicts in a penitentiary. Others squat against the sun- | |
| drenched wall. | |
| A big male suddenly runs to the fence and tries to climb it. Several | |
| guides, armed with whips and torches, immediately close in on him. The | |
| primitive recoils in fear from a fiery torch and rejoins the captives' | |
| circle. | |
| 171 CLOSER ANGLE - THE YARD - FEATURING TAYLOR | |
| He plods sullenly back and forth across the rear of the yard, | |
| occasionally glancing off toward the approaches to the compound. Nova | |
| is at his heels. He ignores her. Once again he looks off, stops | |
| suddenly. Nova bumps into him. He turns, impatiently shoos her away, | |
| then looks o.s., again. | |
| 172 ZIRA AND COMPANION - TAYLOR'S P.O.V. | |
| Zira can be seen approaching with a young chimpanzee, DR. CORNELIUS. He | |
| wears a simple smock over his tunic and trousers. Cornelius glances | |
| surreptitiously around, covertly takes Zira's hand. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Do you have to work tonight? | |
| ZIRA | |
| No. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Neither do I. | |
| He gives her a quick peck on the cheek. | |
| 173 CLOSER - TAYLOR | |
| He drifts toward the fence, Nova behind him. | |
| 174 MED. SHOT - ZIRA AND CORNELIUS | |
| They come up to the fence. Zira nods toward Taylor. | |
| ZIRA | |
| That's Bright Eyes. The one I was telling | |
| you about. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| What's so special about him? | |
| ZIRA | |
| Watch. | |
| (to Taylor) | |
| Hello, Bright Eyes. How's our | |
| throat today? | |
| Taylor stares at her impassively, then looks around to a that no guards | |
| are watching, hunkers down, begins to scratch in the dust. Nova extends | |
| unclean fingers to touch the bandage on his throat. Taylor flinches, | |
| pushes her hand away. Nova touches a bluish bruise on the inside of her | |
| own forearm, then searches for a similar bruise on Taylor's forearm. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (excited) | |
| Look -- she remembers. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Remembers what? | |
| ZIRA | |
| The blood transfusion. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (peeved) | |
| Zira, come on. You know they | |
| can't -- | |
| (he stops, looking off) | |
| Oh oh. Here comes Number One. | |
| Taylor looks up and o.s., quickly rises. | |
| 175 ANOTHER ANGLE - THE YARD - FEATURING DR. ZAIUS | |
| Who is approaching the two scientists from deep b.g. Zaius is followed | |
| by a huge and much decorated gorilla Whom we recognize as the Leader of | |
| the Hunt Club. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (in a whisper, to | |
| Cornelius) | |
| Something's bothering him. He's | |
| been prying around the lab for the last | |
| two days ... | |
| ZIRA | |
| (as Zaius comes | |
| nearer) | |
| Good morning, Dr. Zaius. You know Dr. | |
| Cornelius, my fiance. | |
| Cornelius bows respectfully. Zaius is patronizingly polite. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Oh, yes -- the young ape with | |
| a shovel. I hear you're planning | |
| another archeological expedition. | |
| A-175 MED. SHOT - TAYLOR | |
| He has stepped back from the marks he made in the-dust, is watching | |
| Zaius with concern. | |
| CORNELIUS' VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| Yes, sir. If the academy agrees. | |
| ZAIUS' VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| The project will require my support, of | |
| course. | |
| 176 MED. CLOSE SHOT - ANGLING DOWN ON TAYLOR AND NOVA | |
| A primitive male squats down to see what Taylor has marked on the | |
| ground. In letters a foot high he has written: | |
| I CAN WRITE | |
| Nova, at once petulant and playful, erases the WRITE with a bare foot. | |
| Taylor angrily flings her aside. This violence provokes the primitive | |
| male, who snarls at Taylor and cuffs him. Over this we HEAR from a | |
| distance: | |
| CORNELIUS' VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| I hope I can count on it, sir. | |
| ZAIUS' VOICE | |
| (o.s) | |
| A friendly warning, Cornelius -- | |
| when you're digging for artifacts, | |
| don't bury your reputation. | |
| Taylor slugs the snarling male, who wades in, trying to bite him. | |
| A VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| Guards! | |
| 177 WIDER ANGLE - THE FIGHT | |
| Two gorilla guards rush in to break up the fight. One of them lashes | |
| out with his whip. The other pokes his torch at Taylor. Its flame | |
| brushes his arm. Taylor opens his mouth, gives a silent yell of pain, | |
| shrinks back. Zira runs to the fence. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (to guards) | |
| Stop! You've hurt him! Take them inside! | |
| Prodding the malcreants with their torches, the two guards herd them | |
| toward a doorway in the wall. Zira hurries around the side of the fence | |
| and o.s. | |
| 178 MED. SHOT - ZAIUS, CORNELIUS, HUNT CLUB LEADER | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Cornelius, if you have a moment today, I'd | |
| like to discuss this expedition of yours | |
| in more detail. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (eagerly) | |
| Certainly, sir. I'll get my notes and come | |
| right over. | |
| He exits hurriedly. The Hunt Club Leader turns to Zaius. | |
| HUNT CLUB LEADER | |
| I don't understand these animal psychologists. | |
| What's Dr. Zira trying to prove? | |
| ZAIUS | |
| That man can be domesticated. | |
| The hunter guffaws. Zaius turns away and looks down at: | |
| 179 THE DUST UNDERFOOT | |
| Just beyond the fence we can make out the letters: | |
| I CAN | |
| Zaius' extended foot appears beneath the bottom wire of the fence. The | |
| foot wipes out the letters. | |
| 180 CLOSEUP - ZAIUS | |
| His face is a mask. | |
| 181 INT. TAYLOR'S CAGE - MED. SHOT - DAY | |
| He is slumped against the bars of the cell, gingerly touching a large, | |
| reddening blotch on his arm. Julius watches him uncertainly from a few | |
| yards away . In the b.g., the outside door opens and Zira rushes in, | |
| hurries down the aisle. | |
| JULIUS | |
| What happened? | |
| ZIRA | |
| Those fools and their torches! Do you | |
| have any ointment? | |
| JULIUS | |
| I'll see. | |
| He moves to a cabinet at the other end of the laboratory, rummages | |
| through some drawers. | |
| 182 MED. SHOT - ZIRA - FROM TAYLOR'S P.O.V. | |
| Zira comes up to Taylor's cage, studies him solicitously. | |
| ZIRA | |
| I'm sorry, Bright Eyes. | |
| 183 ANOTHER ANGLE - TO INCLUDE TAYLOR | |
| He looks steadily at Zira, who is only an arm's length away. CAMERA | |
| MOVES IN on them. Suddenly Taylor reaches out, snatching the pen and | |
| notebook from the pocket of her smock. Zira leaps back with a cry. | |
| Julius grabs a club, races up to the cage, unlocks the door. | |
| JULIUS | |
| I told you what you'd get! | |
| 184 WIDER ANGLE - TO INCLUDE THEM ALL | |
| Taylor is scribbling furiously on a sheet of note paper. The guard | |
| moves in, his club upraised. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (pleading) | |
| Julius, don't. It doesn't matter. | |
| Julius swings his-club at Taylor's head. Taylor lifts his right arm to | |
| ward off the blow, and the stick strikes him sharply on the hand. He | |
| drops the pen and notebook. The guard swings again, driving Taylor to | |
| the wall. Then Julius retrieves the stolen articles. | |
| 185 ANOTHER ANGLE - FAVORING ZIRA | |
| The guard returns her pen and notebook with the comment: | |
| JULIUS | |
| Natural born thieves, aren't they? | |
| Zira glances at the notebook. Her face clouds. | |
| 186 INSERT - WHAT SHE READS: | |
| A hasty, almost illegible scrawl: | |
| MY NAME IS TAYLOR. | |
| 187 CLOSEUP - ZIRA | |
| Her eyes afire with a wild surmise. | |
| 188 TWO SHOT - ZIRA AND JULIUS | |
| Her eyes never leave Taylor as she tells the guard: | |
| ZIRA | |
| Get me a collar and leash. I'm | |
| taking him to the infirmary. | |
| JULIUS | |
| He's vicious, Doctor. Besides, it's | |
| against the rules. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Do as I say. | |
| The guard shrugs and moves Off 0.3. Zira beckons to Taylor. He comes | |
| forward to the bars of the cage. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (sotto voce) | |
| You wouldn't hurt me, would | |
| you... Taylor? | |
| 189 INT. DR. CORNELIUS' OFFICE - ESTABLISHING SHOT - DAY | |
| The office is simple, almost Spartan. There are books but no bric-a- | |
| brac; several painted portraits of Great Apes but no tape recorder or | |
| other modern office equipment. Taylor sits at a desk, scribbling | |
| furiously on a sheet of paper. His leash has been removed, but not his | |
| collar. Zira stands at his elbow. Cornelius paces nervously up and | |
| down, reading a sheaf of notes Taylor has already written. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (stubbornly) | |
| It's a stunt. Humans don't write. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Dear, you're a scientist. Don't | |
| you believe your own eyes? | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (to Taylor) | |
| Where did you learn to do this? | |
| 190 ANOTHER ANGLE - THE OFFICE | |
| Taylor scribbles something on a small desk pad, rips off the page, | |
| hands it to Cornelius. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Jefferson Public School, Fort Wayne, | |
| Indiana? | |
| He looks at Taylor narrowly. Taylor nods. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (sardonically) | |
| Back on that planet you say you came from? | |
| (Taylor nods again) | |
| Um-hm. | |
| (to Zira) | |
| He may be intelligent, but he's also mad. | |
| Taylor scribbles something else on the pad, hands it to Zira, points at | |
| Cornelius. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (reads aloud) | |
| 'And you're a fool'. | |
| She smiles. Cornelius bristles. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Now, just a minute -- | |
| ZIRA | |
| Oh, Cornelius, be quiet. | |
| Taylor has resumed writing. He hands the sheet to Zira, who reads | |
| aloud. | |
| ZIRA | |
| 'Dodge was killed in the hunt. What | |
| happened to Landon?' | |
| (looking at Taylor) | |
| I don't know. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (scornfully) | |
| And they fell out of the sky with you? | |
| Taylor writes quickly, hands the note to Zira. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (reading) | |
| 'Not fell -- flew!' | |
| Taylor impatiently begins to fold a sheet of paper. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Flight is a scientific impossibility. | |
| ZIRA | |
| And even if it weren't, why fly? | |
| Where would it get you? | |
| Taylor points to the floor and mouths the word "Here." He flings the | |
| paper plane he has just fashioned into the air. It describes a graceful | |
| arc around the room and lands at the feet of Cornelius, who slowly | |
| picks it up, then exchanges a long glance with Zira. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (softly) | |
| Well, now... | |
| Taylor scribbles on a piece of paper, hands it to Zira. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (reading) | |
| 'Do you have maps?' | |
| Cornelius puts the paper plane on his desk, crosses to a wall map | |
| designed like a window shade. He pulls it down Taylor and Zira join him | |
| at the map. | |
| 191 CLOSE ON MAP | |
| It's not a map of the whole planet, of course, but only of that portion | |
| known to the apes. Therefore it has the antique and fragmentary aspect | |
| of a map drawn by some Babylonian cartographer. | |
| A swatch of blue at the right margin indicates a sea. In the southwest | |
| quadrant are the "greenbelts" of the ape civilization, looking on the | |
| map like jade stones strung on crescent-shaped necklace. Rubyidots in | |
| the lade indicate ape communities. The northwest quadrant, colored | |
| brown, is apparently uninhabited. East of the green belts is a patch of | |
| green savanna, and next to it the darker green of a jungle. The eastern | |
| quadrants are rendered in yellow, and except for a blue lake, appear to | |
| be lifeless desert and barren mountain. This area is marked FORBIDDEN | |
| ZONE. | |
| Using a pointer, Cornelius orients Taylor, indicating a red dot in the | |
| middle of the green belt. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| We are here ... | |
| (moving pointer) | |
| You were captured about here. | |
| Taylor studies the map, then pointing at the lake in the eastern | |
| desert, he goes into a brief charade, dramatizing the astronauts' | |
| landing and trek. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (interpreting his | |
| movements) | |
| You fell in the water here? ... you came | |
| ashore ... you marched across the desert ... | |
| the mountains ... many days and nights ... | |
| and reached the jungle. | |
| Taylor nods, smiles gratefully. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (flatly) | |
| Out - of - the - question!. | |
| Taylor slams his fist against the wall in frustration. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (annoyed) | |
| Cornelius, why do you insist on | |
| provoking him? | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (tapping map) | |
| No creature can survive in that part of | |
| the Forbidden Zone. I've been there. I've | |
| seen it. | |
| 192 WIDER ANGLE - THE THREESOME | |
| Taylor strides to the desk, writes something, hands it to Zira. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (reading) | |
| 'Then how do you account for me?, | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| I don't. And I'm not going to try. | |
| ZIRA | |
| But what about your theory? The existence | |
| of someone like Taylor might prove it. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (shushing her) | |
| Zira, are you trying to get my head cut | |
| off? | |
| ZIRA | |
| Don't be foolish. If it's true, they'll | |
| have to accept it. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| No, they won't - | |
| Taylor touches Zira on the arm, makes a gesture of inquiry. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Cornelius has developed a brilliant | |
| hypothesis - | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (quickly) | |
| It's probably wrong -- | |
| ZIRA | |
| -- that the ape evolved from a lower order | |
| of primate, possibly man. In his trip to | |
| the Forbidden Zone he discovered traces of a | |
| culture older than recorded time - | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| The evidence was very meager -- | |
| ZIRA | |
| You didn't think so then. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| That was before Dr. Zaius and half the | |
| Academy said the idea was heresy. | |
| ZIRA | |
| How can scientific truth be heresy? What | |
| if Taylor is exactly the proof you needed? | |
| A mutation. A missing link between the | |
| unevolved primate and the ape - | |
| Taylor bangs his fist on the desk, mouths the word "No!" scribbles | |
| something on a piece of paper. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| He's touchy, isn't he? | |
| Taylor thrusts the sheet at Zira, who reads it aloud. | |
| ZIRA | |
| 'I am not a missing link.' | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Because if he is a missing link, it means | |
| the Sacred Scrolls aren't worth their | |
| parchment. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Well, maybe they're not. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| No, thank you'. I won't get into | |
| that battle. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Oh, Cornelius, show some strength! | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Zira, listen to me. We've got a fine | |
| future ahead of us. Marriage. Stimulating | |
| careers. I'm up for a raise -- | |
| At that moment there is a. loud RAP at the door o.s. All turn. | |
| 193 REVERSE ANGLE - TO INCLUDE THE DOOR | |
| Dr. Zaius enters with another portly figure, DR. MAXIMUS. Like Zaius., | |
| Maximus is an orangutan. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (flustered) | |
| Dr. Zaius -- | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (not unkindly) | |
| Did you forget our appointment, | |
| Cornelius? | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Oh., no., sir. I was just assembling | |
| my notes. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| You know Dr. Maximus, our Commissioner | |
| for Animal Affairs? | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Certainly, sir. It's a pleasure to see | |
| you again. | |
| He hurries to his desk, starts gathering papers. Maximus notes Taylor | |
| with distaste. | |
| MAXIMUS | |
| What is that? | |
| ZIRA | |
| A man, Dr. Maximus. | |
| MAXIMUS | |
| I know it's a man. And you know the | |
| rules. No animals outside the compound, | |
| and most certainly not without a leash. | |
| 194 ANOTHER ANGLE - THE OFFICE - FAVORING ZAIUS | |
| During the ensuing exchange, Zaius wanders idly through the office. He | |
| glances at the scattered handwritten notes, but does not read them. | |
| Meanwhile a rattled Zira replies to Maximus. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Yes, Sir. But this -- creature | |
| is a special case. | |
| MAXIMUS | |
| Why special? | |
| ZIRA | |
| We're -- conducting a new experiment. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Wouldn't it more properly be done in | |
| your office? | |
| ZIRA | |
| Yes, Sir. | |
| MAXIMUS | |
| (calling) | |
| Guards? | |
| The gorilla GUARDS enter from outside. | |
| MAXIMUS | |
| Return this beast to the compound. | |
| 195 ANOTHER ANGLE - FAVORING TAYLOR | |
| He regards the apes with hostility as they cross to him. One picks up | |
| his leash. Over THE SHOT we hear: | |
| ZAIUS' VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| What's this? | |
| 196 REVERSE ANGLE - FEATURING ZAIUS | |
| Zira stiffens, looking at Zaius. He is holding the paper plane | |
| fashioned by Taylor. | |
| ZIRA | |
| A toy. It floats on the air. | |
| (faint defiance) | |
| Try it. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (a warning) | |
| Zira.... | |
| Zaius looks down at the paper plane in his hand, then back to Zira. He | |
| smiles tolerantly. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Nonsense. | |
| He crumples the paper plane into a b all., drops it on the desk. The | |
| ape hooks the leash to Taylor's collar, starts leading him out. Zira | |
| follows them. | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 197 INT. CAGES - ANIMAL COMPOUND - FULL SHOT - DAY | |
| The caged primitives are asleep. Julius, the keeper, dozes in a chair | |
| outside Taylor's cage. CAMERA PIVOTS MOVING IN ON Taylor, who is lying | |
| on his side, also asleep. Nova is curled up behind him. At the sound of | |
| a door opening, she comes instantly awake, sitting up and clutching | |
| Taylor's arm. He comes groggily awake, raising his head in time to | |
| hear: | |
| JULIUS' VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| What's up, Lieutenant? | |
| 198 REVERSE ANGLE - WHAT TAYLOR SEES: | |
| TWO GORILLA OFFICERS have just entered the compound. They wear side | |
| arms. Julius has just risen from his chair. | |
| APE LIEUTENANT | |
| We're taking Number Four over to surgery | |
| in five minutes. Have him ready. | |
| JULIUS | |
| How come? The beast's throat is nearly | |
| healed. | |
| LIEUTENANT | |
| (snickering) | |
| It's not his throat this time. The vet's | |
| going to geld him. | |
| 199 CLOSEUP - TAYLOR | |
| He stiffens but does not move. The apes, of course, speak freely in | |
| front of him, believing the animal cannot understand. | |
| JULIUS' VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| Dr. Zira won't like it. She wants this | |
| pair to mate. | |
| 200 BACK TO THE APES - FROM TAYLOR'S P.O.V. | |
| As the Lieutenant replies: | |
| LIEUTENANT | |
| These orders came from Dr. Zaius himself. | |
| There's nothing she can do about it. | |
| The two gorillas exit. The guard crosses to a wall peg for a collar and | |
| 'Leash. | |
| 201 CLOSE TWO SHOT - TAYLOR AND NOVA | |
| Pushing Nova aside, Taylor rises. | |
| 202 MED. SHOT - THE CAGE | |
| As Julius unlocks the door and cautiously approaches Taylor, carrying | |
| the collar and leash. | |
| JULIUS | |
| (murmuring) | |
| If only you knew, Bright Eyes, what | |
| they're going to do ... | |
| (raising collar) | |
| Stand still now...don't give me any | |
| trouble. | |
| The heel of Taylor's right palm crashes into the keeper's, chin, nearly | |
| snapping his neck. Julius falls unconscious. Taylor leans over him, | |
| taking his night stick and a set of keys on his belt. | |
| 203 REVERSE ANGLE - TO INCLUDE NOVA AND MALE IN ADJACENT CAGE | |
| The male has awakened. He stares stupidly at Taylor. Nova is | |
| whimpering, little strange cries of fear. Taylor moves o.s. | |
| 204 ANOTHER ANGLE - PANNING WITH TAYLOR | |
| He leaves the cage, moves swiftly to the nearby door and exits. | |
| 205 INT. A DARK CORRIDOR - FULL SHOT - DAY | |
| Barefoot, Taylor silently pads down the corridor to a locked door. | |
| 206 CLOSE ON A DOOR | |
| Which is visible because of a beam of sunlight from the half-open door | |
| of a guard room. We HEAR a murmur of ape voices and LAUGHTER. Taylor | |
| fumbles with the keys, finds one that fits the lock and opens the door. | |
| 207 EXT. ANIMAL COMPOUND - MED. SHOT - TAYLOR - DAY | |
| He emerges, quietly locking the door behind him. Two tethered horses | |
| can be seen in deep b.g., and another gust of LAUGHTER can be heard | |
| from the nearby guard room. Taylor looks off. | |
| 208 LONG SHOT - WHAT TAYLOR SEES: | |
| As already established, the animal compound is situated on the | |
| outskirts of the apes' community. The strange skyline of the town can | |
| be seen in the distance. | |
| 209 PANNING WITH TAYLOR | |
| He starts to cross an open field outside the compound. At that moment | |
| we HEAR a shrill police WHISTLE from the guard room. Taylor breaks into | |
| a run. | |
| 210 REVERSE ANGLE - THE COMPOUND | |
| As the two gorilla officers emerge from the building and run toward | |
| their horses. | |
| 211 EXT. A DIRT ROAD - LONG SHOT - TAYLOR | |
| He runs down the road, starts across the long causeway that bisects a | |
| small lake, looking over his shoulder. | |
| QUICK DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 212 EXT. APETOWN - LONG ESTABLISHING SHOT - DAY | |
| The community we sue at the end of the causeway is small and arcane. | |
| There are no power lines, no street lamps -- indeed, no streets as | |
| such, but only a small cluster of buildings around a pleasant mall. The | |
| architecture of the buildings is faintly derivative of the simpler and | |
| less rococo work of Antonio Gaudi -- columns and pillars of brick or | |
| exterior masonry look like the trunks and branches of great trees and | |
| suggest an arboreal past. | |
| A small number of apes are visible on the mall: | |
| Taylor darts behind the buttress of a building, casing the situation. | |
| He looks back at: | |
| 213 EXT. LAKE AND CAUSEWAY - LONG SHOT - MORNING | |
| The two mounted gorilla-police can be seen on the causeway, galloping | |
| straight toward CAMERA. It is evident they will soon spot Taylor. | |
| 214 BACK TO TAYLOR - CLOSE SHOT | |
| He retreats from the buttress to a dark archway and vanishes inside the | |
| building. | |
| 215 INT. A DARK VESTIBULE - MOVING WITH TAYLOR | |
| The vestibule is nothing, no set required, a dark space through which | |
| Taylor moves toward a shaft of light. We HEAR faintly the discordant | |
| chords of an organ. Or is it an organ? At any rate,a strange and | |
| melancholy tune. Taylor arrives at a font. | |
| 216 INT. A TEMPLE - PANNING WITH TAYLOR | |
| He appears out of darkness into half-light. The rear of the temple is | |
| obscure. Taylor darts behind a screen. Crouching there, he observes: | |
| 217 A FUNERAL CEREMONY IN THE TEMPLE - MED. LONG SHOT | |
| The temple itself is small and austere. There is no altar, but against | |
| a plain backdrop we see a statue of the Lawgiver, a Great Ape holding a | |
| book. Below the Lawgiver is an ORANGUTAN MINISTER clothed in black | |
| robes. He stands in front of a closed coffin. A dozen mourners, seated | |
| on comfortable wicker chairs, form a semi-circle around the coffin. The | |
| ape ladies wear cowls. | |
| MINISTER | |
| Weep if you must, but make an end of | |
| sorrow. He lives again. Yes, he has | |
| found peace in Heaven. | |
| 218 CLOSEUP - TAYLOR | |
| Crouching, listening, wide-eyed. | |
| MINISTER'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| He was a model for us all, a gorilla to | |
| remember; hunter, warrior, defender of | |
| the Faith. | |
| 219 BACK TO FUNERAL CEREMONY - FROM TAYLOR'S P.O.V. | |
| As the minister continues his eulogy, a small ape boy detaches himself | |
| (as children will) from the group of mourners and comes marching up the | |
| aisle toward the rear of the temple. | |
| MINISTER | |
| Cherished husband, beloved father, | |
| generous master -- yes, he was a font | |
| of simian kindness. | |
| 220 REVERSE ANGLE - SHOOTING AT TAYLOR | |
| Who is still crouching behind the screen in deep b.g. The small fry is | |
| coming closer. Over this we hear: | |
| MINISTER'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| The dear departed once said to me: | |
| 'I never met an ape I didn't like'... | |
| The small fry spots Taylor. | |
| CHILD | |
| (shrill soprano) | |
| Look!. It's a man! | |
| The mourners' heads turn. Taylor slinks toward the vestibule. | |
| 221 ANOTHER ANGLE - FEATURING THE MINISTER | |
| He is aghast. | |
| MINISTER | |
| In Heaven's name ... | |
| (aside to ushers) | |
| Get rid of that creature. | |
| Two ushers rise, moving past CAMERA and o.s. | |
| 222 EXT. TEMPLE - CLOSE ON VESTIBULE DOOR | |
| Staying close on the temple wall, Taylor moves stealthily away from the | |
| vestibule door. The two ape ushers appear. | |
| FIRST USHER | |
| (pointing) | |
| There he is: | |
| They move toward Taylor. | |
| 223 FLASH SHOT - TAYLOR | |
| He runs out onto the mall. | |
| 224 FULL SHOT - THE MALL | |
| Taylor belatedly sees that he is running straight toward his two | |
| mounted pursuers. Darting off in another direction, he races past | |
| startled pedestrians. | |
| 225 REACTION SHOT - TWO CHIMP PEDESTRIANS | |
| They do a slow take. | |
| FIRST CHIMP | |
| You see what I saw? | |
| SECOND CHIMP | |
| Must've escaped from the zoo. | |
| 226 MED. SHOT - A MOUNTED COP | |
| He has spotted Taylor. Drawing a folded net from his saddlebag, he | |
| swings it overhead (like a cowboy with a lariat) and gallops off in | |
| pursuit of the man. | |
| 227- SEVERAL SHOTS - TAYLOR AND PURSUING MOUNTIE | |
| 231 | |
| Taylor runs frantically from building to building, rounding corners, | |
| vanishing momentarily and reappearing on another part of the mall. At | |
| one point the mountie nearly overtakes him and flings his net, which | |
| falls short. Taylor runs on. | |
| 232 EXT. AN AMPHITHEATER - LOW ANGLE SHOT (FROM GROUND LEVEL) | |
| It is an open-air structure, like a Greek theater, located near the | |
| central mail. Steeply tiered, it seats no more than fifty apes. The | |
| dais in the pit is some fifteen feet above ground level. | |
| Taylor enters scene, running toward the amphitheater. Changing | |
| direction, he darts into what appears to be an access tunnel. A moment | |
| later the pursuing cop rides into' scene, dismounts and walks toward | |
| the amphitheater, looking around for Taylor. | |
| 233 EXT. AMPHITHEATER - HIGH ANGLE SHOT (FROM TOPMOST TIER) | |
| Taylor suddenly emerges from the access tunnel and runs up a ramp | |
| encircling the amphitheater. (A retaining wall shields him from the | |
| view of the apes.) Pausing for breath at the top of the ramp, Taylor | |
| crouches behind the uppermost tier of seats and peers down: | |
| THE AMPHITHEATER - FROM TAYLOR'S P.O.V. | |
| The cop looks around, spots Taylor at the top tier, and starts up after | |
| him. | |
| 235- OUT | |
| 237 | |
| 238 EXT. TOP OF AMPHITHEATER - PANNING WITH TAYLOR | |
| He starts to run back down the ramp, but is suddenly confronted by his | |
| original pursuer (the dismounted cop coming up the ramp. Reversing | |
| direction, Taylor runs around the rim of the amphitheater and vanishes | |
| into an exit tunnel. The cop blows his whistle, summoning another cop, | |
| who joins him in the chase. | |
| 239- ANOTHER PART OF THE MALL - A SWIFT SEQUENCE OF SHOTS | |
| 244 | |
| In which we see the fugitive, his pursuers and the reactions of ape | |
| shoppers and workers. | |
| 245- EXT. OPEN-AIR MARKET - SEVERAL SHOTS | |
| 248 | |
| A market has been set up on one side of the mall, where street vendors | |
| behind carts or tables hawk their wares: fruits, vegetables, wearing | |
| apparel, etc. As Taylor runs frantically through the market place, | |
| several apes join the chase. In the ensuing pandemonium, like the | |
| proverbial Chinese fire drill, several tables are overturned. | |
| 249 EXT. A BUILDING - CLOSE ON AN ARCHWAY | |
| Taylor runs into scene, pauses, panting, and looks back at his | |
| pursuers. Then he darts through the archway into the building. | |
| 250 INT. BUILDING - TRACKING WITH TAYLOR - DAY | |
| For the moment he is the sole visitor in this wing. His pace slows to a | |
| walk as he and we observe fleetingly the specimens in what is a simian | |
| museum: Possibly several stuffed and unfamiliar animals; primitive | |
| artifacts and fossils; possibly the skeleton of a dog, a cat, etc. Over | |
| this we hear a shrill police WHISTLE. | |
| 251 FLASH SHOT - TAYLOR | |
| He runs again. | |
| 252 MED. SHOT - AN APE MOTHER AND CHILD | |
| Looking at the stuffed animals as Taylor races past. The mother gives a | |
| startled SCREAM. | |
| 253 REACTION SHOT - A MUSEUM GUARD | |
| He starts after the fugitive. | |
| 254 ANOTHER PART OF THE MUSEUM - FEATURING TAYLOR | |
| He runs past displays of other stuffed animals toward CAMERA and halts | |
| abruptly in close f.g., shocked by: | |
| 255 WHAT HE SEES: DODGE | |
| stuffed and mounted, Dodge bares his teeth at the world. | |
| 256 CLOSEUP - TAYLOR | |
| Reacting in horror. He hears another police WHISTLE and the echoing | |
| FOOTSTEPS of approaching guards, which mufffle his strangled gasp: | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Dodge ... | |
| Taylor vanishes in a BLUR of movement. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 257 EXT. THE MALL - APETOWN - FULL SHOT FROM ON HIGH - DAY | |
| Order has been restored in the open-air market. Taylor bursts suddenly | |
| into view from a building on the far side of the mall, running in panic | |
| from ape guards in close pursuit. A mounted policeman spots him and | |
| heads him off. Changing direction, Taylor is intercepted by another | |
| mounted Gorilla. And then a third. | |
| CAMERA HOLDS, ANGLING DOWN on the center of the mall. We are witnessing | |
| a hideous game: "baiting the man." The mounted police do not shoot or | |
| club Taylor, for he cannot escape -- but they circle him, their long | |
| whips CRACKING over his head. | |
| 258 CLOSER ANGLE - THE CIRCLE AROUND TAYLOR - FAVORING A MOUNTIE | |
| who unfolds his net, swings it overhead and flings it at Taylor. This | |
| time he bags his quarry. Taylor gives up. Spent, docile, entangled in | |
| the net, he stands stock-still in the center of the mall. Guards and | |
| civillians on foot join the circle around the man at bay. They regard | |
| him warily. | |
| 259 CLOSE SHOT - DR. ZIRA | |
| She pushes through the simian crowd around Taylor and hurries to his | |
| side. | |
| 260 CLOSE TWO SHOT - TAYLOR AND ZIRA | |
| She paws at the net, crying impulsively: | |
| ZIRA | |
| Taylor, why'd you run away? | |
| Zira removes the net from his face. Panting with exhaustion, Taylor | |
| flicks a wild glance at her. He looks demented. | |
| 261 WIDER ANGLE - TO INCLUDE TWO GORILLA OFFICERS | |
| who approach Taylor and Zira. (They are the same gorillas introduced in | |
| Scene 198.) One of them carries a collar and leash. The other presents | |
| an I.D. card to Zira. | |
| LIEUTENANT | |
| Security police. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (promptly) | |
| I'm in charge of this man. | |
| LIEUTENANT | |
| No longer, madame. He is now in the | |
| custody of the Ministry of Science. | |
| His colleague moves toward Taylor with a muzzle. | |
| 262 CLOSE SHOT - FEATURING TAYLOR | |
| He speaks at last, his voice hoarse but audible. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Get away from me, you dirty ape! | |
| 263 FULL SHOT - THE SIMIANS AROUND TAYLOR | |
| The arresting officer steps back involuntarily. All the apes freeze, | |
| staring at the speaking animal with mute astonishment as we: | |
| FADE OUT | |
| FADE IN | |
| 264 INT. CAGES - CLOSE SHOT - TAYLOR AND NOVA - DAY | |
| The compound is dimly lit. Taylor, the bandage now gone from his | |
| throat, is back in his old cage. The other cages, however, are empty -- | |
| their occupants presumably having been moved to the surgery or the zoo. | |
| He is seated on a pile of straw in the rear corner, Nova's head cradled | |
| on his lap. Idly he strokes her coarse hair. There is a dull glow of | |
| madness in his eyes, and his manner is one of abstract soliloquy, like | |
| a man talking to a dog. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| ...and that's when I decided to take | |
| up astronautical engineering., you see. I | |
| was halfway through college and I... | |
| (he breaks off) | |
| It's an old trick! The silent treatment. | |
| Four weeks and three days, and not a word | |
| from anyone. Not Zira.,or Cornelius...or | |
| that damn Julius. No one'll listen... | |
| only you. You...Nova. NO-VAH. | |
| His manner is now more direct, and educative., but she stares in blank | |
| comprehension. She brushes his moving lips with her fingers. He shrugs | |
| wryly. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Yeah...me Tarzan, you Jane. That's all | |
| right ... I had a puppy once that never | |
| barked. He just licked my hand. | |
| (pause) | |
| He's dead now. They're all dead. Everything... | |
| I think maybe they'll kill me, too. Are they | |
| afraid of me? I can't hurt them... but I | |
| threaten them somehow. Threaten their faith | |
| in simian superiority. Yeah ... you're right. | |
| They'll have to kill me. | |
| Faint footsteps are heard o.s. Taylor and Nova look in the direction of | |
| the sound. A sudden stream of water shoots through the bars and strikes | |
| Taylor in the chest. | |
| 265 WIDER ANGLE - WHAT THEY SEE: | |
| An ape GUARD has a high pressure hose trained on Taylor. It forces him | |
| back toward the rear of the cage. Julius, whip in hand, unlocks the | |
| cage, steps inside. He unlimbers the whip., cracks it-'in Nova's | |
| direction. She recoils. The jet of water hold Taylor at bay. Julius | |
| grabs Nova, begins to pull her toward the door of the cage. Taylor | |
| tries to fight his way through the water toward Julius. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Let her alone! | |
| Julius swings the whip. It cracks against Taylor's legs, biting into | |
| the skin. Taylor stumbles, falls to one knee | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Where are you taking her? What are you | |
| going to do? | |
| Julius drags and pushes the girl through the door, slamming and locking | |
| it behind him. Taylor, fights through the stream of water, flings | |
| himself against the bars. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (raging) | |
| Take your hands off her, you black | |
| monster! You filth! | |
| Julius shoves Nova across the aisle to a cage opposite Taylor's, locks | |
| her inside. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Why are you doing this? Say something, | |
| you hairy scum! | |
| Julius gestures toward the ape guard | |
| JULIUS | |
| Turn it off! | |
| The ape guard shuts off the hose. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Answer me! | |
| Julius strides over to Taylor's cage. | |
| JULIUS | |
| (fiercely) | |
| Shut up! The reason no one'll talk to | |
| you is because you're a freak! | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Where's Dr. Zira? Why--? | |
| JULIUS | |
| I said shut up! | |
| He slashes viciously with his whip handle against Taylor's fingers. | |
| Taylor yells in pain. Julius and the ape guard start out of the | |
| compound. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (wildly) | |
| Ape! Apes wearing clothes! | |
| It's a madhouse! A madhouse! | |
| He sinks to the floor as the apes go out. | |
| 266 OUT | |
| 267 FULL SHOT - CAGE | |
| Taylor looks desolately through the bars across to Nova's cage. She | |
| eyes him sadly. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (gently) | |
| Now I don't even have you. | |
| (pause) | |
| Imagine me -- needing someone. Back on | |
| Earth there was nobody. Women, yes. | |
| Lots of them. Love making ithout love. | |
| That's the kind of world it was turning | |
| into, with the help of cynics like myself. | |
| So I left it -- because there was no one | |
| dear enough to keep me there. | |
| (pause) | |
| Did I tell you about Stewart? | |
| (Looking away) | |
| There was a lovely girl. The most precious | |
| cargo we brought along. If human life could | |
| survive here, she was to be the new Eve. | |
| (morosely) | |
| It's probably just as well she didn't live | |
| to see this. | |
| He looks at Nova. She stretches her hands through the bars toward him. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| I wonder if it's Love between us. | |
| (looks around, | |
| smiles ironically) | |
| What a place to find it. | |
| C-267 FULL SHOT - THE CAGE | |
| Two gorilla officers enter, carrying torches. (These are the same apes | |
| introduced in Scene 198.) One carries a double set of manacles. Julius | |
| comes to meet them. The Lieutenant takes the two sets of manacles from | |
| the other officer, hands them to Julius, whispers something. Julius | |
| comes over and unlocks the door of Taylor's cage. He advances to | |
| Taylor, who does not move, bends down and clamps the manacles around | |
| each of his ankles. Then he straightens, lifts Taylor's arms, pulls his | |
| wrists together, snaps on the cuffs. | |
| D-267 WIDER ANGLE - THE CAGE | |
| Taylor looks across at Nova, blows her a kiss. Julius leads him out of | |
| the cage, takes his leash from a snaps it onto Taylor's collar, hands | |
| the other end to the Lieutenant. Nova and Julius watch in silence as | |
| Taylor is led down the aisle and out the door. | |
| 268- OUT | |
| 272 | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 273 INT. INQUIRY ROOM - ESTABLISHING SHOT - DAY | |
| Taylor, wearing his manacles, is seated at a table in the otherwise | |
| deserted chamber. There is an empty chair on either side of him. Across | |
| the room stands a dais with three rude, high-backed chairs. There is a | |
| small table directly below the dais. A third table stands at right | |
| angles to the dais. Taylor looks around the empty room. A door is | |
| opened by a gorilla BAILIFF, and Zira and Cornelius come into the room, | |
| sit down on each side of Taylor. A moment later, DR.HONORIUS, the | |
| Prosecutor and a CLERK enter, take their seats at the third table. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (softly) | |
| Where have you been? Why didn't you come | |
| to see me? | |
| ZIRA | |
| Shhhh! | |
| TAYLOR | |
| What is this? | |
| ZIRA | |
| A hearing. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (hissing) | |
| Be clever. Be quiet, | |
| BAILIFF | |
| All rise! | |
| Everyone gets up as THE PRESIDENT, Dr. Zaius and Dr. Maximus enter and | |
| mount the dais. The President takes the center chair; the other two | |
| flanking him. | |
| BAILIFF | |
| Be seated. | |
| All sit down. | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| (pounds gavel once) | |
| This ad hoc Tribunal of the National | |
| Academy is now in session. President of | |
| the Academy presiding. On my right, Dr. | |
| Maximus, Commissioner for Animal Affairs. | |
| On my left, Dr. Zaius, Minister of Science | |
| and Chief Defender of the Faith... | |
| (glancing at Prosecutor) | |
| Appearing for the State, Dr. Honorius, | |
| Deputy Minister of Justice. | |
| Honorius rises and bows. | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| (raps gavel once) | |
| Let it be clear at the outset that all | |
| matters pertaining to this inquiry are | |
| confidential, and anyone discussing them | |
| outside this chamber will be held in | |
| contempt of the Tribunal. | |
| (a beat) | |
| You may proceed, Dr. Honorius. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (rising) | |
| By your leave, Mr. President -- the | |
| Tribunal has not yet defined the purpose | |
| of this inquiry. | |
| The President appears to be taken aback. He glances at his colleagues. | |
| MAXIMUS | |
| You asked for the opportunity to present | |
| your case. Surely you must know why you're | |
| here. | |
| ZIRA | |
| My own purpose is to save this exceptional | |
| creature from mutilation. | |
| MAXIMUS | |
| (promptly) | |
| And our purpose is to settle custodial and | |
| jurisdictional questions concerning this | |
| beast, and determine what's to be done with | |
| him. | |
| ZIRA | |
| At the very least, this man has the right | |
| to know whether there's a charge against | |
| him. | |
| HONORIUS | |
| (rising) | |
| Objection. The accused is indeed a man. | |
| Therefore, he has no rights under ape law. | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| Well, Dr. Zira? This is a man, is he not? | |
| 274 CLOSE GROUP SHOT - THE DEFENDANT'S TABLE | |
| Sensing that the President has given them an opening, Zira smiles | |
| confidently. | |
| ZIRA | |
| He is unlike any man you have ever seen - | |
| as we hope to prove. | |
| PRESIDENT'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| Answer the question. Is he a man? | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (tentatively) | |
| Sir? The question is the point at issue: | |
| Is he a man? Or a deviate? Or a freak of | |
| nature? | |
| HONORIUS' VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| Objection! | |
| 275 FULL SHOT - THE INQUIRY ROOM | |
| As the Prosecutor continues: | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| Sustained. In all fairness, Dr. Zira, | |
| you must admit the accused is a nonape, | |
| and therefore has no rights under ape law. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (rising) | |
| Then why is he called the accused Your | |
| Honors must think him guilty of something. | |
| Honorius seems confounded. Zaius takes over. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| This man is not being tried. He is being | |
| disposed of. | |
| (pointing at | |
| Zira and Cornelius) | |
| It is scientific heresy that is actually | |
| on trial here. | |
| MAXIMUS | |
| Well put, Dr. Zaius. Let us warn | |
| our friends that they endanger their | |
| own careers by defending this animal. | |
| 276 CLOSE SHOT - THE DEFENSE | |
| Both Cornelius and Zira appear shaken by this threat. Sensing their | |
| predicament, Taylor rises impatiently. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Then I'll defend myself. | |
| 277 FULL SHOT - THE INQUIRY ROOM | |
| Although the judges and Prosecutor have been told that this man can | |
| speak, they react in stunned silence to the first sound of his voice. | |
| Flustered, the President bangs his gavel. | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| Dr. Zira -- tell Bright Eyes to | |
| sit down. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| My name is Taylor. | |
| The President refuses to address Taylor directly. Checking a document, | |
| he speaks to Zira. | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| It says here that his name is Bright | |
| Eyes. You gave him that name yourself. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (voice rising) | |
| This hearing is absurd! Let me tell | |
| my story... | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| (pounds gavel) | |
| Bailiff! Make the animal be quiet. | |
| The Bailiff quickly crosses to Taylor and shoves him roughly into his | |
| chair. | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| State your case, Mr. Prosecutor. | |
| HONORIUS | |
| Learned Judges: My case is simple. It is | |
| based on our first Article of Faith: that | |
| the Almighty created the ape in his own | |
| image; that He gave him a soul and a mind; | |
| that He set him apart from the beasts of | |
| the jungle, and made him the lord of the | |
| planet. | |
| 278 CLOSE GROUP SHOT - THE DEFENDANT'S TABLE | |
| Taylor has begun to write something on a sheet of paper. Zira and | |
| Cornelius remain attentive to: | |
| HONORIUS' VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| These sacred truths are self-evident. The | |
| proper study of apes is apes. But certain | |
| young cynics have chosen to study man - | |
| yes, perverted scientists who advance on | |
| insidious theory called 'evolution.' | |
| 279 FULL SHOT - THE INQUIRY ROOM | |
| As the Prosecutor continues: | |
| HONORIUS | |
| There is a conspiracy afoot to undermine | |
| the very cornerstone of our Faith | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| Come to the point, Dr. Honorius. | |
| HONORIUS | |
| Directly, Mr. President. This wretched man, | |
| the accused, is only a pawn in the conspiracy. | |
| We know that he was wounded in the throat at | |
| the time of his capture. The State charges | |
| that Dr. Zira and a corrupt surgeon named | |
| Galen experimented on this wounded animal, | |
| tampering with his brain and throat tissues | |
| to create a speaking monster ... | |
| ZIRA | |
| (on her feet) | |
| That�s a lie! | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| (pounding gavel) | |
| Mind your tongue, madame. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Did we create his mind too? Not only | |
| can this man speak. He can write. He can | |
| reason. | |
| HONORIUS | |
| He can reason? With the Tribunal's permission, | |
| let me expose this hoax by direct examination. | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| Proceed. But don't turn this hearing into a | |
| farce. | |
| Honorius crosses to the defendant's table and favors Taylor with an | |
| evil smile. | |
| HONORIUS | |
| Tell the court, Bright Eyes -- what is | |
| the second Article of Faith? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| I admit, I know nothing of your culture. | |
| HONORIUS | |
| Of course he doesn't know our culture - | |
| because he cannot think. | |
| (to Taylor) | |
| Tell us why all apes are created equal. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Some apes, it seems, are more equal than | |
| others. | |
| HONORIUS | |
| Ridiculous. That answer is a contradiction | |
| in terms. Tell us, Bright Eyes, why do men | |
| have no souls? What is the proof that a | |
| divine spark exists in the simian brain? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (hands paper to Zira) | |
| Show this to the President. | |
| Zira moves toward the dais. Honorius returns to his own table. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Since the defendant is forbidden to speak | |
| in his own defense, he asks that this | |
| statement be read into the record. | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| Read it yourself. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (reading aloud) | |
| 'I have come to you from a planet in a | |
| different solar system. I am an explorer | |
| in space, with no hostile intentions against | |
| your civilization. On my planet it was the | |
| primate Man who evolved Into a thinking | |
| animal, while the apes remained..." | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| (rapping gavel) | |
| Stop right there. Bring me that paper. | |
| Zira crosses to the dais, handing the statement to the President. He | |
| glances at it, laughs derisively and passes it to Zaius. | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| (to Zira) | |
| This is a joke in very poor taste. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Is it a joke to seek the truth about | |
| this man? | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (glancing at document) | |
| Dr. Zira -- you state here that a ship | |
| from outer space sank in an inland sea | |
| of our eastern desert. | |
| ZIRA | |
| I do not state it, sir. The prisoner does. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Do you believe him? | |
| ZIRA | |
| (uneasily) | |
| Like you, I find it difficult. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| But how convenient that the proof of | |
| his arrival has vanished? | |
| (glancing again | |
| at document) | |
| You also state that Bright Eyes had two | |
| intelligent companions at the time of | |
| his capture. | |
| ZIRA | |
| This is his assertion. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Where are they now? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (blurting it out) | |
| One is in a museum! | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| (pounding gavel) | |
| Dr. Zira! Silence that man! | |
| Returning to her table, Zira gestures to Taylor to remain silent. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| How sad. Stuffed and mounted, eh? Dead | |
| men, like sunken ships, can tell no | |
| stories. And his other companion? | |
| ZIRA | |
| He doesn't know. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Mr. President, I believe the Prosecutor | |
| has reassembled all he surviving humans | |
| captured in the hunt along with Bright Eyes. | |
| HONORIUS | |
| That's true, Dr. Zaius. My witnesses -- | |
| correction -- my exhibits are on display in | |
| the amphitheater. | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| Very well. I suggest we go and look at them. | |
| The President rises, starts out, followed by the others. Taylor is | |
| last, being led on a leash by the bailiff. | |
| 280 OUT | |
| 281 EXT. AMPHITHEATER - FULL SHOT - DAY | |
| The inquiry group files through a door into the amphitheater. Two APES | |
| stand guard over a number of leashed and nearly naked human beings in | |
| the center of the pit below the dais. There are three primitive males, | |
| the female Nova -- and Landon. He is dirty and bearded, but his hair is | |
| cropped close. | |
| 282 CLOSE - TAYLOR | |
| He turns to Zira, his eyes shining with vindication. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (a whisper) | |
| It's him...Landon. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Which one? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Second from the left. | |
| 283 FULL SHOT - THE AMPHITHEATER | |
| Zaius glances at the accused. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Well...do you acknowledge kinship with | |
| any of these creatures? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| With one of them. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Identify him, then. Speak to him. | |
| Taylor moves forward for a few paces, stops. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Landon? | |
| 284 CLOSER SHOT - FEATURING LANDON - FROM TAYLOR'S P.O.V. | |
| Landon looks catatonic. His face is in shadow | |
| 285 WIDER ANGLE - TO INCLUDE TAYLOR | |
| Stunned by Landon's imbecility. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| John ... it's me, Taylor. | |
| Taylor steps forward to grasp his arm. There is still no response. | |
| Taylor takes Landon's head in his hands and looks at his face. There is | |
| a fresh scar running from his forehead to the top of his cranium. | |
| 286 FULL SHOT - THE AMPHITHEATER | |
| As Taylor whirls on Zira. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| You! ... You knew about this? | |
| ZIRA | |
| No, I swear -- I never saw this | |
| man before. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (whirling on Zaius) | |
| You did this to him! You've removed his | |
| frontal lobes! | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| Silence! | |
| (turning) | |
| Bailiff, take the prisoner inside! | |
| The bailiff Jerks brutally on Taylor's leash, pulling him toward the | |
| door leading under the amphitheater. | |
| A-286 INT. INQUIRY ROOM - MED. SHOT - DAY | |
| The bailiff enters, dragging Taylor behind him, shoves him into his | |
| chair. Moments later the other apes enter the room. All take their | |
| seats but Zaius. Taylor glares at him furiously. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (calmly) | |
| Mr. President, a word of explanation: the | |
| creature in question suffered a skull | |
| fracture during the hunt. Two fine | |
| veternary surgeons under my direction | |
| were able to save his life. But the beast | |
| could not speak, of course. Nor will he | |
| ever speak | |
| Taylor leaps from his chair, livid with rage, approaches the dais. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| You destroyed his memory! His mind! His | |
| identity! And, you want to do the same to | |
| me! | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| (pounding gavel) | |
| Bailiff! Stop this outburst! Gag that | |
| monstrosity! | |
| The bailiff and a husky guard seize Taylor, who continues shouting: | |
| TAYLOR | |
| You barbarians! | |
| The powerful guard twists Taylor's arms behind his back and the bailiff | |
| lashes his wrists together. Then the bailiff gags Taylor. His voice is | |
| cut off as the bailiff ties the twisted kerchief around his open mouth. | |
| The guard holds Taylor's leash during the rest of this scene. | |
| Meanwhile, Cornelius has risen to his feet. His tone is firm, but | |
| conciliatory. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| May it please the Tribunal: I for one | |
| grant that this being cannot have come | |
| from another planet. But this much is | |
| certain -- he comes from somewhere in the | |
| Forbidden Zone. He has described the region | |
| to us, and described it accurately, for I | |
| have been there. | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| You visited the Forbidden Zone? | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Why, yes, sir. A year ago. With the special | |
| permission of the Academy. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (to President) | |
| He exceeded his orders. His travel permit | |
| was promptly revoked. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Yes, sir, so it was -- thanks to you. But | |
| not before I discovered evidence of a simian | |
| culture that existed long before the Sacred | |
| Scrolls were written ... | |
| HONORIUS | |
| Objection! These remarks are profane and irrelevant. | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| Sustained. | |
| (to Cornelius) | |
| Your archeological theories have no bearing | |
| on the disposition of this creature. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (softly) | |
| Let them talk, Mr President. Let them talk. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (rising) | |
| Sirs: our theories have a bearing on his | |
| identity. | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| How so? | |
| ZIRA | |
| Let us assume, as common sense dictates, | |
| that the prisoner's story is false. But if | |
| he does not come from another planet, then | |
| surely he sprang from our own. Yes, sprang. | |
| (a beat) | |
| As an animal psychologist, I have found no | |
| physiological defect to explain why humans | |
| are mute. | |
| HONORIUS | |
| Objection! | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| Sustained. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (plunging on) | |
| Their speech organs are adequate. The flaw | |
| lies not in anatomy but in the brain. | |
| HONORIUS | |
| Objection! | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| Sustained. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (voice rising) | |
| Sustain all objections, but face the truth! | |
| Cornelius has regained his courage. Rising to Zira's support, he points | |
| at Taylor. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Yes! Behold this marvel, this living paradox, | |
| this missing link in an evolutionary chain! | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| (pounding gavel) | |
| Silence! | |
| (Puffing with rage) | |
| You have gone too far. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (calmly) | |
| There you are, Mr. President. I warned you | |
| these two would use this hearing as a forum | |
| for subversion. | |
| MAXIMUS | |
| You were right! The advocates of heresy have | |
| revealed themselves. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Mr. President, I think an indictment is | |
| in order. | |
| HONORIUS | |
| (promptly) | |
| Yes, sir. The State charges Doctors Zira | |
| and Cornelius with contempt of this Tribunal, | |
| malicious mischief and scientific heresy. | |
| PRESIDENT | |
| Be it so ordered. The Tribunal will examine | |
| all the evidence presented here and in due | |
| time render a verdict on the proposed | |
| indictment and on the disposition of the | |
| deviate in question. | |
| (pounds gavel once) | |
| This hearing is adjourned. | |
| All rise. The guard drags Taylor from the inquiry room. Zira and | |
| Cornelius stand there, stunned by the entrapment into which Zaius has | |
| maneuvered them. | |
| 287- | |
| 289 OUT | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 290 INT. A SMALL OFFICE - CLOSE ON DR. ZAIUS - NIGHT | |
| The office is as unadorned and Spartan as that of Cornelius -- in | |
| fact, with minor changes in decor, the same set can be used. There are | |
| many thick leatherbound books on this scholar's desk. Zaius is reading | |
| one of them and taking notes. He looks up as someone KNOCKS at the | |
| door. | |
| 291 REVERSE ANGLE - SHOOTING PAST ZAIUS | |
| The two agents push Taylor through the doorway. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Wait outside. | |
| The officers withdraw, closing the door. Collared, wrists manacled, | |
| Taylor stands facing the desk. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| The verdict is in. At the moment your | |
| simian friends -- and sponsors -- are | |
| free on bail. But they'll soon be brought | |
| to trial for heresy. | |
| 292 ANOTHER ANGLE - FAVORING ZAIUS | |
| who falls silent, as if this were the only news of import. We note at | |
| once a change In Zaius' tone and attitude. He no longer treats Taylor | |
| like a freak animal, but addresses him as an imaginative adversary who | |
| must be intimidated by the threat of terror. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| What about me? | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (offhandedly) | |
| Oh, your case was preordained. In a way, | |
| you performed a service for the State ... | |
| (smiling) | |
| Because your hearing made it possible | |
| for us to expose Zira and Cornelius. | |
| (a beat) | |
| And now the Tribunal has placed you in | |
| my custody for...final disposition. Do | |
| you know what that means? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| No. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Emasculation, to begin with. Then | |
| experimental surgery. On the speech | |
| centers. On the brain. Ultimately, a | |
| kind of living death. | |
| Taylor stiffens but says nothing. Zaius lets this prospect sink in, | |
| then continues. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| However, it's within my power to grant | |
| You a reprieve. That is why I summoned | |
| you here tonight. | |
| (a beat) | |
| Tell me who and what you really are and | |
| where you come from, and no veterinary | |
| will touch you. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| I told the truth at that 'hearing'of yours. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| You lied. Where is your tribe? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| My tribe, as you call it, lives on another | |
| planet in a distant solar system. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Then how is it we speak the same language? | |
| (suddenly intense) | |
| Even in your lies, some truth slips | |
| through! That mythical community you're | |
| supposed to come from -- Fort Wayne'? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| What about it? | |
| ZAIUS | |
| A fort! Unconsciously, you chose a name | |
| that was belligerent. | |
| (more calmly) | |
| Where were you nurtured? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| I take it you don't believe the prosecutor's | |
| charge -- that I'm a monster created by | |
| Dr. Zira. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Certainly not. You're a mutant. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| That's exactly what Zira and Cornelius | |
| claim. You're talking heresy, doctor. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (smiling) | |
| Of course. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (growing bolder) | |
| All right, suppose I am a mutant? Why | |
| does the appearance of one mutant send | |
| you into a panic? | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Because you're not unique. There was the | |
| one you call Landon -- | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Then you admit -- | |
| ZAIUS | |
| I admit that where there's one mutant there's | |
| probably another. And another. A nest of them. | |
| Where's your nest, Taylor? Where are your women? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (pause) | |
| Thank you for calling me Taylor. | |
| (more firmly) | |
| Dr. Zaius, I know who I am. Who are you? How | |
| did this upside down civilization ever get | |
| started? | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (strangely calm) | |
| You may well call it upside down, since you | |
| occupy its lowest level. And deservedly. | |
| (pause) | |
| The eastern desert has never been explored -- | |
| because we've always assumed that no life can | |
| exist there. | |
| (a beat) | |
| Save yourself, Taylor. Tell me -- is there | |
| another jungle beyond the Forbidden Zone? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| I don't know. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| If you are protecting others of your kind, | |
| it will cost you your identity. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| I'm not protecting anybody! That hearing | |
| was a farce. What have I done? | |
| ZAIUS | |
| You're a menace! A walking pestilence. I | |
| do know who you are, Taylor. As I know | |
| that others of your kind must live in the | |
| Forbidden Zone. | |
| (decisively) | |
| You have just six hours to make a full | |
| confession. After that I'll employ surgery | |
| to obtain one. | |
| (calling off) | |
| Guards! | |
| The two burly security agents open the door and enter. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Take this creature back to his cage. | |
| The guards seize Taylor, start to shove him toward the doorway. He | |
| twists around, faces Zaius. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| All right, you can cut me to pieces. It's | |
| within your power. | |
| (with force) | |
| But know this, doctor. You do it because | |
| you're afraid of me. You do it from fear! | |
| Zaius jerks his head silently toward the door. The apes drag Taylor | |
| through it. | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 293 INT. ADJACENT CAGES - MED. SHOT - NIGHT | |
| A few hours have passed. Nova is watching Taylor from her cage across | |
| the aisle. He sits on the pile of straw. There is an ugly welt on his | |
| cheek made by the security officer's whip. FOOTSTEPS are heard. Taylor | |
| and Nova look up and off. | |
| 294 REVERSE ANGLE - WHAT THEY SEE: | |
| A solemn, teen-age chimp named LUCIUS appears outside the cage. The | |
| guard Julius rises from his chair. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| Are you Julius? | |
| JULIUS | |
| What do you want? | |
| LUCIUS | |
| I'm from the Office of Animal Affairs. | |
| (indicating Taylor) | |
| This male's to be transferred to the zoo. | |
| JULIUS | |
| At this hour? Who says so? | |
| Taylor enters scene, coming over to the cage bars as Lucius continues | |
| gravely, with just a note of disdain. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| Don't they tell you anything? The Anti- | |
| vivisectionist Society is up in arms. They're | |
| going to save this beast from those butchers | |
| in the lab. If he can speak he belongs in the | |
| public zoo. | |
| (taking off) | |
| But what'll probably happen is that some | |
| money-mad grown-up will put him in a circus. | |
| And then we'll have to pay to see what | |
| rightfully should have -- | |
| JULIUS | |
| Stop making speeches and show me the order. | |
| Lucius hands the guard a document. It is dark here, so Julius crosses | |
| to a beam of light near the bars and studies the document. Lucius, | |
| behind the guard's back, signals frantically for Taylor to seize or | |
| strike the guard. Taylor is slow to understand. Lucius shakes his | |
| head impatiently. | |
| JULIUS | |
| (peering at document) | |
| This order's no good. It must be counter- | |
| signed by Dr. Zaius -- | |
| Lucius suddenly gives Julius a violent shove. The guard's head crashes | |
| against the bars and he is stunned. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| Hit him! | |
| Taylor complies bringing down the heel of his fist on the nape of the | |
| guard's neck. Julius collapses. The youngster immediately squats down, | |
| gags him, and begins to bind him hand and foot. CAMERA MOVES IN. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Who are you? | |
| LUCIUS | |
| (looking up,coolly) | |
| So you can talk. | |
| (as he works) | |
| I'm Dr. Zira's nephew. This abduction was | |
| her idea. You're not really going to the | |
| zoo. That's just our cover story in case | |
| we're stopped. | |
| (off again) | |
| Although I do feel that if it ever came | |
| down to a question of whether something | |
| like you should be public or private | |
| property -- | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Come on. Get me out of here. | |
| Taking the guard's keys, Lucius rises and unlocks the cage. Nova enters | |
| the scene, coming to the bars of her cage. | |
| 295 CLOSE TWO SHOT - TAYLOR AND NOVA | |
| He gazes at her, tense with indecision. She flashes an imploring smile, | |
| a mute appeal that cannot be denied. Over this we hear: | |
| LUCIUS' VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| We've got to move fast. | |
| 296 WIDER ANGLE - TO INCLUDE LUCIUS | |
| as Taylor leaves his cage. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| She comes along too. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| Zira doesn't want your female. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| I want her. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| (a shrug) | |
| If you insist. But I'm not taking | |
| any orders -- | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Fine. Just let her out. | |
| Lucius unlocks Nova's cage. She comes out quickly, takes Taylor's hand. | |
| They follow Lucius out of the compound. | |
| 297 EXT. ANIMAL COMPOUND - MED. SHOT - NIGHT | |
| A horse-drawn caged wagon (like that used in the hunt) stands near the | |
| building. Zira waits at the rear of the wagon. Lucius, Taylor and Nova | |
| emerge from a doorway or archway and join her. Zira notes Nova's | |
| presence with disapproval. They speak in undertones. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (to Lucius) | |
| I told you not to bring the other one. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| He wouldn't leave her. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (with a sigh) | |
| All right... | |
| (to the humans) | |
| Get in...hurry. Put this on. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Listen- | |
| ZIRA | |
| Taylor -- just keep quiet and we may get | |
| away with this. Remember that men all | |
| look alike to most apes. | |
| Taylor and Nova comply, climbing into the cage. Lucius closes the | |
| tailgate. Lucius and Zira move to the front of the wagon and climb | |
| aboard. Lucius takes the reins. As they move off: | |
| WIPE TO: | |
| 298 EXT. LAKE AND CAUSEWAY - LONG HIGH ANGLE SHOT - NIGHT | |
| As previously established, the animal compound is on the outskirts of | |
| Apetown. The abductors must cross the causeway on their route of | |
| escape. In the distance, near the gazebo, we can see the lights of | |
| several torches. | |
| The caged wagon rolls into scene and out onto the causeway. At the same | |
| time a mounted gorilla leading two pack animals appears on the far side | |
| of the causeway, coming toward CAMERA. Lucius stops the wagon. | |
| 299 CLOSE TWO SHOT - LUCIUS AND ZIRA - ON THE WAGON | |
| LUCIUS | |
| (apprehensively) | |
| Gorilla hunters ... | |
| ZIRA | |
| Keep moving. We can't turn back now. | |
| 300 BOOM SHOT - THE CAUSEWAY | |
| As the mounted hunter nears the wagon, we can see two bodies slung | |
| across the backs of the pack animals. | |
| 301 FLASH SHOT - TAYLOR AND NOVA - IN WAGON CAGE | |
| They look out at: | |
| 302 THE PASSING HORSES - FROM THEIR P.O.V. | |
| The bodies on the horses are naked human corpses. | |
| 303 MED. LONG SHOT - THE CAUSEWAY - REVERSE ANGLE | |
| In immediate f.g., near the gazebo, is a similar wagon. It has lost a | |
| wheel, and its rear axle lies on the edge of the causeway. Two naked | |
| primitive males can be dimly seen within the cage. Four or five armed | |
| gorilla hunters stand near the wagon: two of them carry torches; the | |
| others are passing a jug from hand to hand-. | |
| The leader of the Hunt Club, still on horseback, holds up his hand as | |
| the lab wagon approaches. | |
| LEADER | |
| Hold it! | |
| Lucius obeys. The hunters on foot swarm around his wagon as their | |
| leader calls authoritatively: | |
| LEADER | |
| Ah, Doctor Zira! Our wagon broke down! I'm | |
| afraid we'll have to commandeer yours. | |
| 304 CLOSER ANGLE - THE LAB WAGON | |
| as the Hunt Club Leader rides over, recognizing the animal | |
| psychologist. | |
| ZIRA | |
| You can't! I've two sick humans in the | |
| cage. We're taking them to the chief vet | |
| at the zoo ... | |
| LEADER | |
| (indicating his | |
| own wagon) | |
| We bagged two live ones today. I'll have | |
| to ask you to take them along. | |
| He moves to the rear of the wagon. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (following him; | |
| frantically) | |
| No, no, my animals are diseased... Leave | |
| them alone! They're diseased, I tell you! | |
| Lucius jumps down and runs toward the rear of the wagon. | |
| 305 REVERSE ANGLE - REAR OF WAGON | |
| The hunters have opened the tailgate and are shining their torches on | |
| the humans. They sound ready for sport. | |
| FIRST HUNTER | |
| Give him a taste of fire! | |
| One of the hunters points his torch at Taylor, who, quite naturally, | |
| shrinks back as Lucius runs into scene. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| Stand back! He's dangerous! | |
| FIRST HUNTER | |
| Why? | |
| ZIRA | |
| He's rabid! His bite is fatal! | |
| FIRST HUNTER | |
| You serious? | |
| LUCIUS | |
| You would die in agony! | |
| (with appropriate gestures) | |
| Frothing at the mouth! | |
| The hunters fall back. Lucius promptly locks the tailgate and he and | |
| Zira run back to the front of the wagon. Lucius snaps the reins and the | |
| wagon moves off. The hunters follow it a few paces, pausing near their | |
| mounted leader. | |
| FIRST HUNTER | |
| They treat those animals better than they | |
| treat us. | |
| LEADER | |
| I still say the only good human is a dead | |
| human. | |
| The fugitives' wagon recedes beyond the gazebo, as we: | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 306 EXT. AN OPEN RANGE - LONG SHOT - DAWN | |
| The horse-drawn wagon is silhouetted-against the dawn light, bumping | |
| across a semi-arid plain studded with mesquite and sage. (This SCENE | |
| can be SHOT either on the Navajo reservation near Page or on the | |
| Ranch). | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 307 EXT. SAVANNA (OR CULTIVATED FIELDS) - LONG SHOT - MORNING | |
| This is the same area described on page 24, where the hunt occurred. As | |
| the wagon rolls along a dirt track, the tall grasses of the savanna (or | |
| cultivated field) can be seen in b.g. | |
| 308 CLOSE TWO SHOT - TAYLOR AND NOVA - IN WAGON CAGE | |
| Taylor is dozing, but the girl is alert and nervous. She peers out at | |
| the field, apparently recognizing or remembering this terrain. She | |
| nudges Taylor, waking him. | |
| 309 EXT. GROVE OF WILD FRUIT TREES - LONG PANNING SHOT - DAY | |
| This, too, is the location described on page 24. CAMERA PANS with the | |
| wagon as it rolls into the grove and HOLDS on three horses. Cornelius | |
| sits astride one horse; the other two nags are heavily burdened with | |
| packs and saddlebags. | |
| 310 CLOSER ANGLE - THE GROVE - FAVORING CORNELIUS | |
| He dismounts as Zira and Lucius jump down from the wagon | |
| and hurry toward him. Cornelius and his fiancee embrace and kiss | |
| lightly, ape-fashion. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| How did it go? | |
| ZIRA | |
| There was one bad moment -- some hunters | |
| stopped us. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| (calmly) | |
| I pursuaded them our beasts had rabies. | |
| 311 CLOSE TWO SHOT - TAYLOR AND NOVA - IN CAGED WAGON | |
| The apes discussing the abduction are out of earshot. Exasperated to be | |
| thus ignored and caged, Taylor kicks the tailgate, shouting: | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Let me out of here! | |
| 312 WIDER ANGLE - TO INCLUDE THE GROUP | |
| Lucius hurries back to unlock the tailgate. Taylor gets out of the | |
| wagon, stretching his stiffened joints. Nova follows suit. During the | |
| ensuing exchange the girl seems strangely agitated, pacing to and fro, | |
| her eyes scanning the grove and fields in search of someone or | |
| something. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (approaching) | |
| Well, Taylor -- we're all fugitives now. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Do you have any weapons? | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| The best. But we won't need them. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Just the same, I want one. | |
| He moves toward one of the horses. Cornelius starts after him. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Look here, Taylor. I'm in charge of this | |
| expedition -- | |
| Taylor takes a rifle from one of the packs, examines it. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Fair enough. But you're no longer in | |
| charge of me. And I don't mean to be | |
| captured again. | |
| Zira and Lucius have come up. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (peeved) | |
| As you wish. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Zaius seems to think there might be | |
| another jungle beyond the Forbidden Zone. | |
| That's what we'll try for. What about you? | |
| ZIRA | |
| Cornelius and I have been indicted for | |
| heresy. Unless we can prove our theories, | |
| we don't stand a chance of acquittal. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| You're going back to the Forbidden Zone? | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| To the diggings I worked at a year ago. | |
| It's a three day ride across the eastern | |
| desert, near where you claim you landed | |
| from that planet of yours. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| You still don't believe me, do you? | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (shrugs) | |
| It's a long detour to Dead Lake. What | |
| would we find? | |
| Taylor makes a helpless gesture, realizing that he cannot present sure | |
| proof. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Nothing much. The remnants of a life raft. | |
| Maybe a small flag. The emblem of my | |
| countrymen. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Sorry, Taylor. The terrain around that lake | |
| is poisonous. There is no fresh water, no | |
| vegetation. Nothing. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| I know ... Nevertheless, I thank you | |
| for saving us. You'll be in trouble for | |
| going there. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (a smile) | |
| We've been in trouble since the moment we | |
| met you. | |
| Nova seizes Taylor's arm to get his attention. Trying to communicate, | |
| she makes whimpering sounds and points at: | |
| 313- | |
| 314 OMIT | |
| 315 THE DISTANT JUNGLE - AS SEEN FROM THE GROVE | |
| This is the same view of the jungle that Taylor saw when the gorilla | |
| hunters emerged from the trees. (Page 25) | |
| ZIRA'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| What's she pointing at? | |
| 316 BACK TO TAYLOR AND THE OTHERS | |
| Taylor smiles at Nova, gives her a reassuring shrug. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| That's the way home. And she knows it. | |
| Nova turns away, still holding Taylor's arm, tries to lead him toward | |
| the jungle. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (sharply) | |
| Nova! | |
| (she turns; he shakes | |
| his head, says gently) | |
| We can't stay there. It's not safe. | |
| She looks at him sadly. | |
| ZIRA | |
| We'd better get started. If the mounted | |
| police pick up our trail, they'll come | |
| this far at least. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Right. | |
| (to Lucius) | |
| Let's put the water and provisions in | |
| the wagon. | |
| He and Lucius move off toward the horses. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (indicating Nova) | |
| Are you going to take her with you? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Yes. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Actually, you're a different breed. | |
| This creature will never evolve. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Maybe not. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (smiling) | |
| You want her that much? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (testily) | |
| You threw us together, remember? And you | |
| guessed right. Men, like apes, get | |
| despondent without a mate. | |
| He walks off to help Lucius and Cornelius. Nova tags along behind him | |
| as we: | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| A-316 THE GROUP MOVES ACROSS A PLATEAU | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 317 EXT. DRY WASH AND TAMARISKS - FEATURING SCARECROWS - DAY | |
| The caravan is crossing, in a reverse direction, the route taken by the | |
| astronauts on page 17. The three apes are on horseback. Taylor and Nova | |
| follow in the wagon. They are nearing the row of sinister scarecrows on | |
| the bluff above the dry wash. | |
| 318 MED. SHOT - THE THREE MOUNTED APES | |
| They halt briefly and look up at the crosses. Lucius is impressed. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| Who put them up? | |
| ZIRA | |
| The Hunt Club. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| To scare off humans? | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| To scare us, too. We're entering | |
| the Forbidden Zone. | |
| They move off again, riding across the dry wash. | |
| 319 TWO SHOT - TAYLOR AND NOVA - SEATED ON THE WAGON | |
| They, too, have stopped and are looking up at the scarecrows. Nova is | |
| plainly terrified. She grabs Taylor's arm, whimpers. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Don't worry. You'll be safe with me. | |
| (sudden smile) | |
| Here. It's time you learned to earn | |
| your keep. | |
| He hands the reins to Nova. She just sits there. He demonstrates. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| You can do it. Like this ... | |
| Nova flicks the reins, reacting in wide-eyed, open-mouthed disbelief as | |
| the horse obeys her. | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 320 EXT. DESERT PLATEAU - LONG HIGH ANGLE SHOT - DAY FOR NIGHT | |
| The party is traversing a red desert to the east of Dead Lake. Great | |
| sandstone monoliths rise from the desert floor. From this vantage point | |
| the horses look no bigger than ants. | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 321 EXT. RIM OF A DEEP GORGE - HELICOPTER SHOT - DAY | |
| This is terrain never before seen in this picture. (Lake Powell | |
| location, a few miles northeast of Wahweap). The party can be seen on | |
| the rim of a flat desert tableland that falls away abruptly to a vast, | |
| irregular river of deep blue water. Taylor, Cornelius and Lucius are | |
| unloading the wagon and repacking their provisions and equipment on the | |
| backs of horses. Zira watches them. | |
| A-321 CLOSER ANGLE - THE GROUP | |
| Zira wanders off, falls to her knees. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| Something's wrong with your mate. | |
| Taylor looks off. He and the others move quickly to Nova, CAMERA | |
| PANNING with them. | |
| B-321 CLOSE GROUP SHOT - AROUND NOVA | |
| She has been retching. Taylor lifts her up. She is faint with nausea. | |
| Zira squats down beside them. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Let me handle this. | |
| (ruefully, to Taylor) | |
| You may be smarter than I am, but I'm | |
| the veterinary on this planet. | |
| Assisting Nova to her feet, Zira leads her off toward the wagon. | |
| C-321 MED. SHOT - CORNELIUS, TAYLOR AND LUCIUS. | |
| Taylor watches the departing females, then looks down at the river. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Where does the river lead? | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| It empties into a sea some miles from | |
| here. That's where the cave is. | |
| D-321 LONG SHOT - THE RIVER - FROM THEIR P.O.V.. | |
| The river winds o.s. between the sheer sandstone Cliffs rising from | |
| either bank. | |
| TAYLOR'S VOICE | |
| (o.s.) | |
| And beyond that? | |
| E-321 THREE SHOT - TAYLOR, LUCIUS AND CORNELIUS | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Don't know. At high tide you can't ride | |
| along the shore, and we had no boats on | |
| the last expedition. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| You've never told me why this region's | |
| called the Forbidden Zone. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| No one really knows. It's an ancient | |
| taboo. Set forth in the Sacred Scrolls. | |
| The Lawgiver pronounced the area deadly. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| Shouldn't we be moving on? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| I'm for that. | |
| They start toward the horses and wagon. | |
| F-321 GROUP SHOT - NEAR WAGON | |
| Zira is looking curiously at Nova, who stands in the shade leaning | |
| against the wagon as the males enter the scene. Nova's nausea has | |
| passed, and she comes smiling to Taylor. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| What's the diagnosis, doctor? A touch | |
| of the sun? | |
| ZIRA | |
| She's not sick at all. | |
| (a beat) | |
| She's pregnant. | |
| G-321 CLOSEUP - TAYLOR | |
| Consternation slowly gives way to wonder. He grins. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| So I'm not an altogether | |
| different breed, you see? | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 322- | |
| 325 THE DESCENT OF THE GORGE - SEVERAL SHOTS - DAY | |
| To reach the camp site -- a beach at the base of the gorge -- the party | |
| must lead the horses along a narrow trail that zigzags down the face of | |
| the sandstone cliffs. They have abandoned the wagon. | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 326 EXT. ARCHEOLOGICAL CAMP - ESTABLISHING SHOT - DAY | |
| Sand bars and two narrow beaches are in evidence here. The camp itself | |
| consists of several lean-tos against the cliff wall. Above the camp, | |
| reached by ladders connected to scaffolding, is the mouth of a cave. | |
| Zira is cleaning up the breakfast things; Zaius and Lucius are sorting | |
| out equipment. | |
| A-326 CLOSER ANGLE - TAYLOR AND ZIRA | |
| A small bowl of water rests on the ground in front of Taylor He has | |
| nearly finished shaving himself with a sharp hunting knife. Nova | |
| watches, a look of fascinated approval on her face. Taylor rinses off | |
| his knife, starts to dry it. Nova reaches out, gently strokes his | |
| smooth -- if nicked -- chin. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (smiling) | |
| You like it? | |
| Lucius and Cornelius come up, Zira with them. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| (disapprovingly) | |
| Why did you do that? Scrape off your | |
| hair? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| In my world -- before I left it - | |
| only youngsters of your age wore un- | |
| scraped hair. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (to Taylor, quizzically) | |
| It makes you look somehow ... less | |
| intelligent. | |
| Taylor grins wryly at Cornelius, picks up his rifle. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| When are you going to show me what's | |
| in the cave? | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Right now, if you like. | |
| They cross the beach to the ladders, when suddenly they hear the sound | |
| of horses. They look o.s. | |
| B-326 WHAT THEY SEE: | |
| Dr. Zaius and five armed and mounted apes have come around the corner | |
| of the beach and ride toward them through the rocks. | |
| C-326 MEDIUM - THE GROUP | |
| Taylor scrambles up onto the lower scaffold. Lucius runs to a lean-to, | |
| scoops up his rifle. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Lucius -- don't fire at them. | |
| The party rides up. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| You're all under arrest! | |
| (to Lucius) | |
| You seditious scoundrel. Drop that | |
| rifle. | |
| 327- OUT | |
| 348 | |
| 349 FLASH SHOT - LUCIUS | |
| He wavers, lowering his piece. | |
| 350 WIDER ANGLE - TO INCLUDE BOTH GROUPS | |
| Zaius' gorillas ride forward a few paces, but halt again as Taylor | |
| shouts: | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Stop right there. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Don't be a fool. You're outnumbered | |
| and outgunned. | |
| Taylor aims at Zaius and calls out: | |
| TAYLOR | |
| If there's any shooting, Dr. Zaius, | |
| you'll be the first to die. Depend | |
| on it. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (protesting) | |
| Taylor, you're not in command here. | |
| Put down that gun. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Shut up. | |
| Silence. Zaius knows Taylor isn't bluffing. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Very well. | |
| (to his followers) | |
| Lower your weapons. | |
| They obey. Taylor calls again: | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (pointing) | |
| Tell them to move around the point. | |
| Out of range. | |
| Zaius turns and whispers to his apes. They rein about and ride away | |
| through the rocks. Zaius dismounts and approaches the fugitives alone. | |
| He is unarmed. | |
| 351 CLOSER ANGLE - THE GROUP | |
| As Zaius draws nearer) Lucius lowers his rifle. But Taylor keeps his at | |
| the ready. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (uncertainly) | |
| How did you know we'd come here? | |
| ZAIUS | |
| It wasn't difficult. Only an apostate | |
| or a lunatic would flee to the Forbidden | |
| Zone. | |
| (a glance at Taylor) | |
| I see you brought along the female of | |
| your species. | |
| (Taylor nods) | |
| I didn't realize a man could be monogamous. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| On this planet -- it's easy. | |
| Zaius laughs derisively, then turns to the apes. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (evenly) | |
| I ask you to reconsider the rash course | |
| you've taken. If you're convicted of heresy, | |
| the most you'll get is two years. But if | |
| you persist in pointing guns in my direction, | |
| you'll hang for high treason. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (respectfully) | |
| We've never meant to be treasonable, sir. | |
| (pointing off) | |
| But up there, in the face of that Cliff, | |
| is a vast cave -- and in that cave a | |
| fabulous treasure of fossils and artifacts. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| I've seen some of your fossils and artifacts. | |
| They're worthless. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (derisively) | |
| And that's your Minister of Science. Honor- | |
| bound to expand the frontiers of knowledge. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (worried) | |
| Taylor, please -- | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Except that he's also the Chief Defender | |
| of the Faith. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (loftily) | |
| There is no contradiction between faith | |
| and science. True science. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (suddenly angered) | |
| All right, let's see if you're willing | |
| to put that statement to a test. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Taylor, I'd rather you - | |
| TAYLOR | |
| No. You saved me from this fanatic. Maybe | |
| I can pay you back. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (calmly) | |
| What is your proposal? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| When were the Sacred Scrolls written? | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Twelve hundred years ago. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Very well. If Zira and Cornelius can prove | |
| that those scrolls don't tell the whole | |
| truth of your history; if they can show you | |
| definite evidence of another culture from an | |
| unrecorded past -- will you exonerate them? | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Of course. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Okay.Up to the cave. | |
| He gestures toward the path leading to it. Zaius, Zira, and Cornelius | |
| start upward. Lucius starts to follow them. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Sorry, Lucius. You'll have to stay here | |
| and guard the horses. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| Always giving orders. Just like every | |
| other adult. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Relax. You'll see it all later. | |
| He pats the barrel of Lucius' gun, in the manner of a stern but | |
| benevolent non-com, then starts up the trail with Nova at his heels. | |
| Lucius, unused to taking commands from an animal, scowls after him, | |
| then shrugs, adjusting to the Idea. | |
| 352- | |
| 355 OUT | |
| 356 EXT. WESTERN WALL OF GORGE - LONG SHOT - ANGLING UP | |
| AFTERNOON | |
| The sun hovers over the lofty rim of the lake like a great red balloon. | |
| The wall of the gorge, in shadow, is a darker hue. | |
| 357 EXT. EASTERN WALL OF GORGE - LONG SHOT - ANGLING UP | |
| The crenelated east wall, looking like a red cathedral, is aglow with | |
| sunlight. So is the mouth of the cave as the three apes, Taylor and | |
| Nova pass through it and o.s. | |
| 358 INT. CAVERN - BOOM SHOT - DAY | |
| Nature has formed a vaulted room here. It need not be enormous, but | |
| should be as weird and fantastic as production capabilities permit. | |
| There is an ape-made excavation in the floor of the cave, some ten feet | |
| square and eight feet deep. Some small objects lie on the rim of the | |
| excavation. Zaius, Cornelius, Zira, Taylor and Nova enter from the | |
| outside. | |
| (AUTHOR'S NOTE: The effect should be an eyeful. I wish to create an | |
| illusion of sunlight penetrating this cave, flooding it with direct, | |
| refracted illumination, transforming it into a kaleidoscopic cavern.) | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Present your evidence, Cornelius. | |
| Cornelius clambers down into the pit, followed by Zira. Taylor bends | |
| down, examines some of the artifacts lined along the edge of the | |
| excavation. Nova sits beside him. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (pointing) | |
| It was at this level I discovered traces | |
| of an early ape creature -- stage of | |
| primitive barbarism, really -- dating back | |
| roughly thirteen hundred years. It was here | |
| I found cutting tools and arrowheads of | |
| quartz and the fossilized bones of | |
| carnivorous gorillas. | |
| CAMERA (ON BOOM) MOVES IN SLOWLY as Cornelius continues: | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| But the artifacts lying at your feet | |
| were found here, at this level. And | |
| that's the paradox. The more ancient | |
| culture is the more advanced. Admittedly, | |
| many of these objects are unidentified, | |
| but clearly they were fashioned by beings | |
| with a knowledge of metallurgy. | |
| CAMERA KEEPS MOVING IN on the group in and around the excavation as | |
| Cornelius continues: | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| Indeed, the very fact that these tools | |
| are unknown to us could suggest a culture | |
| in certain ways almost equal to our own. | |
| Some of the evidence is uncontestable ... | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (interrupting) | |
| Don't speak to me in absolutes. The | |
| evidence is contestable. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| I apologize. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| To begin with, your methods of dating | |
| the past are crude, to say the least. There | |
| are geologists on my staff who would laugh at | |
| your speculations. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Perhaps that's why they're on your staff. | |
| Zaius flicks a hostile glance at Taylor, then looks down at the | |
| artifacts. He nudges them with his foot. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Secondly, if these 'tools' as you call | |
| them, are unidentified, why are they | |
| introduced as 'evidence' of anything? | |
| ZIRA | |
| (promptly) | |
| But there's the doll, sir. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| What? | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (pointing) | |
| Right there. The human doll. | |
| Zaius deigns to stoop and pick it up. | |
| 359 CLOSE ON DOLL - IN ZAIUS' HAND | |
| It is only a porcelain fragment, but the head is intact, and it is | |
| unmistakably the form of a human child. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| What does this prove? My grand- | |
| daughter plays with human dolls. | |
| 360 FULL SHOT - THE EXCAVATION - INCLUDING TAYLOR | |
| Exasperated, Zira turns to the man for confirmation. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Taylor! Tell him. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| He has a point. On my planet children | |
| often play with ape dolls. | |
| Zaius idly tosses the doll to the ground near Nova. She picks it up, | |
| studies it. | |
| 361 GROUP SHOT - THE THREE APES | |
| Cornelius tries again. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| A doll alone proves nothing. True. But | |
| the doll was found beside the jawbone | |
| of a man -- and no trace of simian fossils | |
| has turned up in this deposit. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Your conclusion is premature. Have you | |
| forgotten your Scripture? The Thirteenth | |
| Scroll? | |
| (quoting from memory) | |
| 'And Proteus brought the upright beast | |
| into the garden, and chained him to a tree, | |
| and the children made sport of him.' | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (impatiently) | |
| No sir, I haven't forgotten. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Well? For a time the ancients kept humans | |
| as household pets. Until the Lawgiver | |
| proved that man could not be tamed. Keep | |
| digging Cornelius. You'll find evidence of | |
| the master of this house: an ape. | |
| A-361 ANOTHER ANGLE - TO INCLUDE TAYLOR AND NOVA | |
| As Zira again appeals to the man. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Are you going to let that pass without | |
| an answer? | |
| Taylor, who has been toying with objects in the dirt, looks up. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Yes. I have to agree. From all you've | |
| found so far, his position's as good as | |
| yours. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (annoyed) | |
| What are you doing there? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Reconstructing a life. Care to have a | |
| look? | |
| Cornelius and Zira cross the pit and Zaius walks around the rim of the | |
| excavation. | |
| B-361 MED. CLOSE SHOT - FAVORING TAYLOR AND NOVA | |
| As the apes come close. A number of artifacts have been arranged in | |
| front of Taylor. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (to Cornelius) | |
| These were found near the human doll, | |
| right? | |
| (Cornelius nods) | |
| Well, whoever owned them was in pretty | |
| bad shape. | |
| He picks up the twisted fragment of a pair of spectacles. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Defective eyesight.. | |
| As Taylor continues his monologue, he picks up the other objects one by | |
| one. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| He wore false teeth. | |
| (pause) | |
| He suffered from a hernia and used | |
| this truss to hold up his insides ... | |
| (pause) | |
| And toward the end, these little rings | |
| of stainless steel enclosed a prefab- | |
| ricated valve in his failing heart. | |
| Taylor pauses. Zaius picks up two of the steel rings, studies them. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| I don't say he was a man like an Earthman, | |
| but I'd call him a close relative, for | |
| he was plagued by most of man's ills. | |
| (to Zaius pointedly) | |
| Yet, fragile as he was, he came before you | |
| -- and was superior to you. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (a calm smile) | |
| That's lunacy. I can give an alternate | |
| description for everyone of those objects | |
| that's equally as inventive as yours. But | |
| it would be conjecture, not proof. | |
| 362 WIDER ANGLE - TO INCLUDE TAYLOR AND NOVA | |
| She is poking her finger inside the decapitated head of the doll. From | |
| it comes a distorted SOUND. | |
| DOLL'S HEAD | |
| Mamma! Mamma! Mamma!. | |
| The apes stare at the doll in astonishment. Taylor snatches the doll | |
| from Nova, brandishes it at the astonished Zaius. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Dr. Zaius! Would an ape make a human | |
| doll that talks? | |
| Zaius looks at him, speechless. At that moment the CRACK of a distant | |
| rifle shot reverberates through the cavern. All present freeze, | |
| listening. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Lucius.... | |
| 363- | |
| 364 OUT | |
| 365 FULL SHOT - THE CAVERN - REVERSE ANGLE | |
| Taylor alone is armed. Raising his rifle, he glowers at Zaius. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| You louse! | |
| Cornelius is already crossing the pit. He climbs out arid races toward | |
| the mouth of the cave. Taylor runs after him. Zira and Nova hurry after | |
| Taylor. | |
| 366 MED. SHOT - ZAIUS | |
| Expressionless, he looks down at the doll, then moves toward the mouth | |
| of the cave. | |
| 367 EXT. TRAIL FROM CAVE TO CAMP - ANGLING UP | |
| Cornelius emerges from mouth of the cave and runs down the trail toward | |
| CAMERA. He halts in f.g., looking down at: | |
| 368 THE CAMP SITE - AS SEEN FROM THE TRAIL | |
| Two of Zaius' gorillas have disarmed Lucius and are clubbing him with | |
| their rifle butts. Two other mounted apes are driving the scientists' | |
| horses back beyond the trees. | |
| 369 EXT. THE TRAIL - AS SEEN FROM THE BEACH | |
| Cornelius, Taylor, Nova and Zira (in that order) can be seen high | |
| above, descending the trail. CAMERA PULLS BACK TO DISCLOSE A GORILLA | |
| SNIPER in immediate f.g., crouching behind a boulder near the water. He | |
| sights his rifle at the man on the trail. Taylor is still too distant | |
| to make a sure target, and so the sniper waits. | |
| 370 CLOSER ANGLE - TAYLOR ON THE TRAIL | |
| This portion of the trail has no cover or concealment. Unaware of the | |
| sniper, Taylor looks down at the camp as he makes his descent. | |
| 371 LONG SHOT - TAYLOR - AS SEEN IN THE SNIPER'S SIGHTS | |
| The gorilla fires. | |
| 372 CLOSE SHOT - TAYLOR | |
| The bullet ricochets off the rock wall a foot above his head. Taylor | |
| scans the terrain bewlow, looking for the sniper. Nova comes to his | |
| side, pointing at: | |
| 373 THE SNIPER - FROM THEIR P.O.V. | |
| His head is visible behind the boulder as he reloads his piece . | |
| 374 FLASH SHOT | |
| He aims and fires. | |
| 375 FLASH SHOT - THE SNIPER | |
| Taylor has missed him, but the sniper ducks behind the boulder. | |
| 376 THE TRAIL - PANNING WITH TAYLOR AND NOVA | |
| Taylor takes her hand and they race back up the trail to where Zira is | |
| standing. Outcroppings of rock offer some cover here. Taylor pushes | |
| Nova down behind a rock and signals for Zira to follow suit. | |
| 377 CLOSE GROUP SHOT - TAYLOR, NOVA AND ZIRA | |
| The sniper's SECOND SHOT rings out. Instead of returning the fire, | |
| Taylor looks up the rail at: | |
| 378 ZAIUS - FRO14 TAYLOR'S P.O.V. | |
| He is standing impassively on the trail a short distance below the | |
| mouth of the cave. | |
| 379 FLASH SHOT - TAYLOR | |
| Bent low, he comes charging up the trail toward Zaius. The sniper's | |
| THIRD SHOT splatters rock fragments around him. | |
| 380 REVERSE ANGLE - THE TRAIL - ANGLING UP | |
| Zaius starts to retreat to the cave, but stumbles and falls on some | |
| loose shale. No sooner has Zaius regained his feet than Taylor | |
| overtakes him. Seizing the ape around the neck with his left arm. | |
| Taylor drives the muzzle of his pistol into Zaius' kidney. He spins | |
| Zaius around, using him as a shield. | |
| 381 CLOSE TWO SHOT - ZAIUS AND TAYLOR | |
| Taylor releases the pressure on Zaius' throat but keeps the gun pointed | |
| at his back. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Tell him to pull back! | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (a hoarse cry) | |
| Cease fire! Withdraw! | |
| His command echoes from the west wall of the canyon. | |
| 382 LONG SHOT - THE FLOOR OF THE GORGE - FROM THEIR P.O.V. | |
| The sniper emerges from behind a boulder near the shore, and walks off | |
| along the beach. | |
| 383 BACK TO TAYLOR AND ZAIUS | |
| Taylor lift's the muzzle of his rifle and presses it against the back | |
| of Zaius' head. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| I ought to kill you right now. | |
| (nudging him) | |
| Let's go. | |
| They move off down the trail. | |
| 384 EXT. ARCHEOLOGICAL CAMP - MED. SHOT - DAY | |
| Zira rushes down the trail to Lucius, who is sprawled on the ground. He | |
| has a bloody nose and a lump on his forehead. Nova and Cornelius come | |
| next, then Taylor, prodding Zaius ahead of him at gun point. Lucius | |
| appears to be more humiliated than hurt. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| They took me by surprise. Sneaked | |
| up on me while I was watering the | |
| horses. What's happened to honor? | |
| (pause, glum) | |
| I got off one round to warn you. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (gloomingly) | |
| They've taken everything. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Not everything. They left a hostage. | |
| (a pause) | |
| How do you feel, Lucius? | |
| LUCIUS | |
| Disillusioned... | |
| (turning on) | |
| But vindicated! I've been right all | |
| along. You can't trust the older | |
| generation. It's a matter of values -- | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (gently) | |
| All right, all right. Will You do me | |
| a favor? No orders. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| (pause) | |
| What is it? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| I want you to go around the bend and | |
| tell those gorillas their leader is my | |
| prisoner. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| (thoughtfull pause) | |
| Yes, I can do that. | |
| TAYL0R | |
| Good. Say I want a week's supply of food | |
| for the woman and myself. A horse. A spade. | |
| And fifty rounds of ammunition. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| What if they won't agree to your terms? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Then tell them Dr. Zaius won't leave | |
| here alive. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (shocked) | |
| Taylor, you can't. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (Calmly) | |
| Oh yes he can. He's a born killer. | |
| (to Lucius) | |
| Deliver the message. | |
| Lucius looks to Taylor for confirmation. Taylor nods. The young ape | |
| hurries away through the rocks. Taylor crosses to a useless saddle, | |
| picks up a coil of rope, gestures at Zaius, indicating a nearby tree. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Sit down. Over there. | |
| Zaius squats on the ground beside the tree. Taylor sets his rifle | |
| against the trunk, fashions a noose and places it around Zaius' neck. | |
| Then, using an ingenious combination of knots, he ties Zaius' hands | |
| behind his back, and finally fastens the rope around the base of the | |
| tree. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (as he works) | |
| Now, Minister of Science - let me explain | |
| certain principle stress and strain. If | |
| you exert pressure to remove these bonds, | |
| you'll choke yourself to death. It'll be | |
| suicide, you see? | |
| Zira and Cornelius look down at the captive mandarin. Their rebellious | |
| spirit has evaporated, and they are clearly afraid. | |
| ZIRA | |
| Taylor, please -- don't treat him that | |
| way. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Why not? | |
| ZIRA | |
| It's humiliating. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Wasn't I humiliated? By all of you? | |
| Didn't you lead me around on a leash? | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| That was different. We thought you | |
| were .... inferior. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (wintry smile) | |
| And now you know the truth. | |
| (to Zaius) | |
| Cornelius has beaten you, Doctor. He | |
| proved it. Man preceded you here. You | |
| owe him your science, your language, | |
| whatever knowledge you have. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (quietly) | |
| Then answer this: If ran was superior, | |
| why didn't he survive? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (shrugging) | |
| He might have been wiped out by a plague. | |
| Natural catastrophe. Like a fiery storm | |
| of meteors. From the looks of this part | |
| of your planet, I'd say that was a fair bet. | |
| ZIRA, | |
| (weakly) | |
| But we can't be sure. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (indicating Zaius) | |
| He is. He knew all the time. Long before | |
| your discovery, he knew. | |
| (to Zaius) | |
| Defender of the Faith. Guardian of the | |
| terrible secret. Isn't that right, doctor? | |
| 385- | |
| 388 OUT | |
| 389 REVERSE ANGLE - CIRCLE - FAVORING ZAIUS | |
| As Zira and Cornelius look at him expectantly. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| What I know of man was written long ago | |
| -- set down by the wisest ape of all -- | |
| our Lawgiver. | |
| (to Cornelius) | |
| Open my breast pocket. | |
| Cornelius crosses to Zaius, and takes a small book bound in black | |
| leather from the breast pocket of his tunic. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Read it to him: the twentythird Scroll, | |
| ninth Verse. | |
| Cornelius thumbs through the book, finds the citation and reads aloud: | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| 'Beware the beast man, for he is the | |
| devil's pawn. Alone among God's primates, | |
| he kills for sport, or lust or greed. | |
| Yes, he will murder his brother to possess | |
| his brother's land. Let him not breed | |
| in great numbers, for he will make a desert | |
| of his home and yours. Shun him. Drive him | |
| back into his jungle lair: For he is the | |
| harbinger of death'. | |
| Cornelius falls silent and looks down at Zaius. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (quietly) | |
| I found nothing in the cave to alter that | |
| conception of man. And I still live by its | |
| injunction. | |
| A-389 ANOTHER ANGLE - THE GROUP | |
| Lucius hurries out of the rocks leading a saddled horse. Zaius' five | |
| mounted gorillas appear behind him. Taylor calls out to them: | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Stay where you are! | |
| Lucius comes up with the horse. Taylor checks the provisions in the | |
| saddlebags. Lucius is frowning. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| They think you're behaving foolishly. I | |
| must say I agree. Where will you go? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (nodding o.s.) | |
| I'll start by following the shoreline. | |
| (a smile) | |
| And my nose. | |
| ZIRA | |
| But suppose you find nothing but a | |
| wasteland. How will you survive? | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (firmly) | |
| He won't survive. | |
| (all look at him) | |
| Do you know what sort of life awaits | |
| you out there, Taylor? That of an animal. | |
| If you aren't eventually hunted down and | |
| killed by apes, some jungle beast will | |
| devour you. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Then there is another jungle? | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (shrugs; then, | |
| sardonically) | |
| Of course, you could return with us. Our | |
| society might find a place for you and | |
| your mate. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Sure. In a cage. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Where else, but in a cage, does man | |
| belong? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| No, thanks. I'll take freedom. | |
| Taylor mounts the horse, extends a helping hand to Nova, who vault's | |
| nimbly onto the horse's rump. Taylor looks at Zira and Cornelius. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Would you like to come along? | |
| ZIRA | |
| We can't. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| It's better than going to prison for | |
| heresy. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| They can't convict us of that. You | |
| proved our innocence. Besides... | |
| (indicating Zaius) | |
| ... his culture is our culture. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Good luck then. | |
| He reaches down, grasps Cornelius' hand, then grins crookedly. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Dr. Zira, I'd like to kiss you | |
| good-bye. | |
| ZIRA | |
| All right, but.... | |
| (tears in her eyes) | |
| ...you're so damned ugly! | |
| Taylor smiles, leans down, kisses her. | |
| ZIRA | |
| (softly) | |
| Go with God, Taylor. | |
| (half smile) | |
| That's an old expression. it comes | |
| from both ape and man. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| God bless you. | |
| He extends his hand to Lucius, who takes it. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Lucius. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| I think you're making a mistake. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| That's the boy. Keep 'em flying. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| What? | |
| TAYLOR | |
| The flags of discontent. It's the only | |
| way anything ever gets changed. | |
| (to Zaius) | |
| Don't try to follow us. | |
| (pats stock of | |
| his rifle) | |
| I'm pretty handy with things like this. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Of that I'm sure. All my life I've | |
| awaited your coming and dreaded it. | |
| Like death itself. | |
| Taylor looks piercingly at Zaius, more troubled than offended. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Why? From the first, I've terrified you, | |
| Doctor. And in spite of every sign that | |
| I'm an intelligent being who means no | |
| harm, you continue to hate and fear me. | |
| Why? | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (calmly, | |
| without rancor) | |
| Because you are a man. And you were right | |
| -- I have always known about man. From the | |
| evidence, I believe his wisdom must walk | |
| hand in hand with his idiocy. His emotions | |
| must rule his brain. He must be a warlike | |
| animal who gives battle to everything around | |
| him -- even himself. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| What evidence? No weapons were found in | |
| the cave. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| The Forbidden Zone was once a paradise. | |
| Your breed made a desert of it, ages ago. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (he waits, | |
| then wearily) | |
| We're back at the beginning. I still don't | |
| know the why. A planet where apes evolved | |
| from men. A world turned wrong side up. | |
| A puzzle with one piece missing. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (softly) | |
| Don't look for it, Taylor. You may not | |
| like what you find. | |
| B-389 WIDER ANGLE - TAYLOR AND THE GROUP | |
| Taylor shakes his head, still baffled, digs his heels into the horse's | |
| flank. It canters off along the sandy shore. Zira, Cornelius and | |
| Lucius sadly watch the departure. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| Untie me! | |
| Cornelius moves quickly to remove the rope from Zaius' neck. Behind | |
| them, the five mounted gorillas gallop forward. Zaius gets up, waves | |
| them to a halt. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| No, no! Let him go! | |
| C-389 MOVING SHOT - TAYLOR AND NOVA ON HORSEBACK | |
| Taylor looks back, sees that Zaius has stopped the mounted apes, slows | |
| his horse to a trot, smiles at Nova. | |
| 390- OUT | |
| 405 | |
| 406 MED. SHOT - THE APES | |
| Zaius watches as Taylor's horse moves farther away along the beach. | |
| Then he turns to an ape called MARCUS. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| (quietly) | |
| Fetch your explosives. We're going | |
| to seal the cave. | |
| MARCUS | |
| Yes, sir. | |
| He remounts his horse and rides o.s. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| (aghast) | |
| Seal the cave? | |
| ZAIUS | |
| That's correct. And you will both stand | |
| trial for heresy. | |
| ZIRA | |
| But the proof? The doll? | |
| ZAIUS | |
| In a few minutes there will be no doll. | |
| There can't be. | |
| (honest regret) | |
| I'm sorry. | |
| Cornelius throws himself at Zaius. | |
| CORNELIUS | |
| You mustn't! You gave your 'word! | |
| Zaius looks emptily at one of his apes. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| What I do, I do with no pleasure. Silence | |
| him. | |
| A hairy hand is clapped over Cornelius' mouth. He is dragged off, | |
| struggling, kicking. Julius, unafraid, glares at Zaius. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| Dr. Zaius, this is inexcusable! Why must | |
| knowledge stand still? What about the | |
| future? | |
| Zaius looks benevolently at Julius. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| I may just have saved it for you. | |
| Julius and Zira look at each other, befuddled. Once more their eyes | |
| follow the retreating figures of Taylor and Nova. The beach separating | |
| the water from the canyon becomes narrower as they move downstream. | |
| LUCIUS | |
| What will he find out there, doctor? | |
| A-406 CLOSEUP - ZAIUS | |
| His face is A mask, his tone enigmatic. | |
| ZAIUS | |
| His destiny. | |
| B-406 WIDER ANGLE - TIE APES P.O.V. | |
| A moment later, as they watch, Taylor and Nova vanish around the bend. | |
| 407- OUT | |
| 408 | |
| 409 EXT. PALISADE AND BEACH - LONG HIGH ANGLE SHOT - DAY | |
| Taylor and Nova are already far downstream. There is a striking change | |
| in the terrain. The area is still desolate,but some vegetation can be | |
| seen on the palisade above the narrow beach, and the river has widened | |
| to form a vast tidal basin where it meets the sea. | |
| A NOTE ON PRODUCTION: If feasible at new location site, this scene | |
| should be shot at high tide, so that the water laps at the base of the | |
| cliffs, making a passage difficult and risky. | |
| 410 CLOSER ANGLE - PANNING WITH TAYLOR AND NOVA ON HORSEBACK | |
| He is alert, sniffing the salt air, sizing up the situation. Hearing | |
| the CRIES of birds, he reins in and looks' up. | |
| 411 SKY SHOT - CIRCLING BIRDS | |
| Sea gulls are soaring overhead. | |
| 412 TWO SHOT - TAYLOR AND NOVA ON HORSEBACK | |
| His expression is expectant, searching. Nova emits a whimper of | |
| anticipation, pointing off. | |
| 413 LONG SHOT - WHAT THEY SEE: | |
| A verdant forest atop a distant palisade. Their view of the beach below | |
| the forest, is cut off by a rocky promontory in the middle distance. | |
| 414 CLOSE SHOT - NOVA AND TAYLOR | |
| He smiles at her hopefully. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| Yes, Nova -- I see it. | |
| (looks again at | |
| forest) | |
| In my old profession green meant | |
| safe. Green meant go. | |
| The horse moves off at a trot, CAMERA PANNING. But they have gone only | |
| a short distance when they hear the distant THUNDER of an EXPLOSION. | |
| Taylor reins in and looks back. | |
| 415 VERY LONG SHOT - A CLOUD OF SMOKE | |
| A column of smoke and dust rises from the exploded cave far upstream. | |
| 416 BACK TO TAYLOR AND NOVA | |
| Frowning with concern, Taylor gazes for a moment at the smoke, then | |
| decides this is no time to linger. He digs his heels into the horse's | |
| flanks and they move off at a canter, riding toward the promontory that | |
| splits the beach. They are nearing the promontory that blocks their | |
| view of the beach beyond. | |
| 417- OUT | |
| 418 | |
| 419 CLOSER ANGLE - TRACKING WITH TAYLOR AND NOVA. | |
| As they round the promontory, the tip of a strange rock formation comes | |
| into view. it appears to be jutting from the sea. | |
| 420 REACTION SHOT - TAYLOR | |
| He reins in momentarily, baffled by what he sees. Then he rides on. | |
| 421 THE STRANGE FORMATION - AS SEEN BY TAYLOR | |
| An immense column juts from the beach at a thirty-degree angle. We can | |
| now see that it is not rock, but metal. Green metallic tints show | |
| through its gray salt-stained surface. As we draw closer, the object | |
| takes on the appearance of a massive arm, its top shaped like a hand | |
| holding a torch. | |
| 422 REVERSE ANGLE - FAVORING TAYLOR | |
| Frowning with consternation. His horse proceeds at a slow walk. | |
| 423 TRACKING WITH TAYLOR - WHAT HE SEES: | |
| Near the base of the column, where the shore and water meet, are a row | |
| of metal spikes. From this angle they look like tank traps. | |
| A-423 CLOSER - TAYLOR | |
| Dumbfounded, he slides from his saddle, approaches the spikes. Nova | |
| dismounts and follows him. | |
| TAYLOR | |
| (a cry of agony) | |
| My God! | |
| He falls to his knees, buries his head in his hands. CAMERA SLOWLY | |
| DRAWS BACK AND UP to a HIGH ANGLE SHOT disclosing what Taylor has | |
| found. Half-buried in the sand and washed by the waves is the Statue of | |
| Liberty. | |
| 424- OUT | |
| 451 | |
| FADE OUT | |
| THE END | |