As Anderton jumps to the ground.His shirt is ripped; his
arms scratched from what he realizes are THORNS embedded in
the vines.
We hear RUSTLING as, behind Anderton, several of the plants
unfurl to their full dimensions of eight feet and wrap their
vines around Anderton’s neck and torso.
He breaks free.We hear CLASSICAL MUSIC O.S. and Anderton
moves through the gardens towards it.He stops, dizzy,
touches his forehead and then looks off at...
A GREENHOUSE
Where we see A WOMAN, 50, dressed in a wide-brimmed hat and
gardening attire, attending to the plants, gently spraying,
then wiping each leaf with a small, square cloth...
Anderton staggers into the greenhouse, something now quite
wrong with him.
ANDERTON
Dr. Hineman --
Quick as a flash she holds up her cane and a six-inch BLADE
extends from the tip to Anderton’s throat.She looks down
the length of it at Anderton, his ripped clothing, bruised
face, and scratched arms.
IRIS
You’re trespassing.
He starts to sway, touches his forehead.
IRIS
Something wrong?
ANDERTON
I’m a little dizzy...
She casually leans on the cane, shoving the blade back up
inside.
IRIS
Yes, I’m afraid that would be from the Doll’s Eye.
ANDERTON
The what?
IRIS
The vine -- the Baneberry that scratched you during your illegal climb over my wall...
She leads Anderton over to a wooden table just inside the
greenhouse where she’s got AFTERNOON TEA set up.
IRIS
It’s not a true Doll’s Eye, of course, but a little hybrid of my own design.
Anderton staggers, grabs hold of the table for support.
IRIS
It’s quite something, once the poison gets into your bloodstream, you’ll start to see what I can only describe as the most extraordinary display of blue objects.
Anderton struggles.She watches him a moment.
IRIS
This just isn’t your week, is it, Chief?
He pulls his gun.She shakes her head...
IRIS
Now now...
She easily takes it away from him, jacks the clip onto the
table, then calmly pours a cup of tea.
IRIS
You have three minutes to tell me what you’re doing here before I feed you to a few of my more predacious plants.
ANDERTON
I’m... not... a... killer.
She studies him a moment, then tears a leaf from a plant, and
calmly begins crumpling it up into the tea...
IRIS
You better drink this.Soon you won’t be able to swallow, and then you’ll be totally buggered.
He looks at the cup, hesitates, tries to pick it up.
IRIS
Drink all of it.
She pours the rest into his mouth.He sits back, waits for
the antidote to take effect.
IRIS
Take a moment to right yourself.
She picks up some pruning shears and goes to work on an
orchid.
IRIS
Just what is it you think I can do for you?
ANDERTON
You can tell me how someone... could fake a prevision.
IRIS
And how would I know that?
He looks at her.
ANDERTON
You invented precrime.
She chuckles bitterly at that one.
ANDERTON
What’s so funny?
IRIS
If the unintended consequences of a series of genetic mistakes and science gone haywire can be called invention, then yes, I invented precrime.
ANDERTON
You don’t seem all that proud.
IRIS
I’m not. I was trying to heal them, not turn them into... something else.
ANDERTON
Heal who?
IRIS
The innocents we now use to stop the guilty.
ANDERTON
You’re talking about the precogs...
IRIS
You think the three in the tank come from a test tube?They’re merely the ones who survived.
She sits down, pours herself some tea.
IRIS
I was doing genetic research at the Woodhaven Clinic in Rhode Island on Renning’s Syndrome, a neurological condition that affects the cerebral cortex of children.Most of these kids were abandoned or forgotten. Very few of the kids lived past the
age of twelve.
She looks away, remembering it all now...
IRIS
It began as play.A guessing game like you play with any toddler, except these children always guessed right.
(then)
And then the nightmares started. They were all different, but all the same. They were all about murder. And the murders were all happening.
ANDERTON
And how did Lamar become involved?
IRIS
Back then, he was still a DA, and quite a few parents of my patients had passed through his courtroom. You have to understand, these people were the dregs of society. But once they saw their children... he decided he would do whatever he could for them.He’s that way, you know, paternal about certain things. Precrime. The precogs. You.
ANDERTON
(keeping her on track)
You say some of the children died?
IRIS
So many of them... despite what we did for them.Or maybe because of what we did to them.
(then, bitter)
It doesn’t matter.It’s a perfect system now, isn’t it?
ANDERTON
I’m not a murderer.I’ve never even met the man I’m supposed to kill.
IRIS
And, yet, a chain of events has started. A chain that will lead
inexorably to his death.
ANDERTON
Not if I stay away from him.
IRIS
How can you avoid a man you’ve never met?
ANDERTON
So you won’t help me?
IRIS
I can’t help you.No one can. The Precogs are never wrong.
He turns away, looking lost.She picks up her tea cup, looks
at him over the top.
IRIS
But, occasionally, they do disagree.
He turns back to her.She casually sips her tea.
ANDERTON
What?
IRIS
Most of the time, all three Precognitives will see an event in the same way.But once in a while, one of them will see things differently than the other two.
ANDERTON
Jesus Christ -- why didn’t I know about this?
IRIS
Because these Minority Reports are destroyed the instant they occur.
ANDERTON
Why?
IRIS
Obviously, for Precrime to function, there can’t be any suggestion of fallibility.After all, what good is a Justice system that instills doubt?It may be
reasonable, but it’s still doubt.
Anderton tries to take all of this in, looks at her.
ANDERTON
You’re saying that I’ve halo’d innocent people?
IRIS
I’m saying that every so often those accused of a precrime might, just might, have an alternate future.
ANDERTON
Does Burgess know about this? About the Minority Report?
IRIS
(beat)
I used to joke with Lamar that we were the mother and father of Precrime. Well, in my experience, parents often see their children as they want them to be, not as they are.
ANDERTON
Answer my question.Did Lamar Burgess know about the Minority Report?
IRIS
Yes, of course, he knew, but at the time, he felt -- we both felt their existence was... an insignificant variable.
ANDERTON
Insignificant to you maybe, but what about those people I put away with alternate futures?My God, if the country knew there was a chance they might not --
IRIS
The system would collapse.
ANDERTON
I believe in that system...
IRIS
Do you? Really?
He looks at her.
ANDERTON
You want to bring it down.
IRIS
But you will bring it down if you kill Leo Crow.
(she relishes the thought)
Why, that will be the most spectacular public display of how Precrime... didn’t work.
ANDERTON
I’m not gonna kill anybody.
IRIS
Hold that thought.
ANDERTON
Why should I trust you?
IRIS
You shouldn’t.You shouldn’t trust anyone... certainly not the Attorney General who wants it all for himself. Not the young federal agent who wants your job.Not even the old man who just wants to hang onto what he’s created.Don’t trust anyone.
(then)
Just find the Minority Report.
ANDERTON
You said they’re destroyed.
IRIS
I said the record is destroyed. The original report exists for all time.
(then)
I designed the system so that whenever a report occurred, it would be stored in a safe place -- but not declared.
ANDERTON
What safe place is that?
IRIS
The safest place of all.
Anderton grabs her hand as she reaches once more for her
teacup, spilling it.
ANDERTON
Where?
IRIS
Inside the Precog who predicted it.
(then)
All you have to do is download it.
ANDERTON
That’s all, huh?Just walk right into Precrime, go into the Temple, somehow tap into the Precogs, and then download this Minority Report...
IRIS
If... you have one.
ANDERTON
-- and then walk out.
IRIS
Actually, I think you’ll have to run out, but yes, that’s what you have to do.
ANDERTON
You’re insane or you think I am.
She shrugs.
ANDERTON
I’ll get EYEscanned a dozen times before I get within ten miles of Precrime. They’ll pick me up...
IRIS
(looks at him)
Sometimes in order to see the light, you have to risk the dark.
He looks back at her.
IRIS
As a policeman -- excuse me, a former policeman -- I’m sure you
know all sorts of people who
could... help you out in this
regard.
Anderton sits there thinking about what she’s suggesting.
She gets up, moves to one of her plants, starts feeding it
with a sprayer.She reaches out and takes a long vine in her
hand and strokes it...
IRIS
It’s funny how all living organisms are alike. When the chips are down...
(she grips the vine)
When the pressure is on...
(squeezes it tighter)
... every creature on the face of the earth is interested in one thing and one thing only:
The vine suddenly whips out of her hand.
IRIS
It’s own survival.
She looks at Anderton.
IRIS
Find the Minority Report.
Anderton sees that her palm is now bleeding from the vine.
She smiles, takes out a handkerchief and wraps her hand.
She then turns her back on him and faces her plants.
ANDERTON
How do I even know which one has it?
IRIS
It’s always in the more gifted of the three.
ANDERTON
Which one is that?
IRIS
(isn’t it obvious)
The female.
She picks up her cane and turns the music back on, leaving
Anderton to ponder this.
CUT TO:
THE ANDERTON PREVISION
The series of images we saw earlier: a MAN backlit by a
window. A FACE WEARING SUNGLASSES outside the window."6"
becoming "9".A GUN GOES OFF. A MAN FLYING THROUGH THE
WINDOW. We’re ZOOMING IN AND OUT.PANNING THIS WAY AND THAT
now we...
REVEAL: ANDERTON’S OFFICE - PRECRIME
As Fletcher works the Prevision screen in here, Witwer looks
around the office.He pulls open a drawer.It’s empty.
JAD (O.S.)
He wasn’t in here much.He preferred to be with the team.
Witwer looks to where Jad stands in the doorway.Witwer
notices something above Jad’s head.A LASER PROJECTOR.
Witwer looks around, sees A JACKET COVERING A PIECE OF
EQUIPMENT ON THE BOOKSHELF.Knott comes into the room.
KNOTT
You seen the latest polls?We’re dead even.
He sits on Anderton’s desk, knocking over a photograph of
Anderton, his wife, and son.
KNOTT
Even since Chief America ran away, the numbers for Precrime have been goin’ up.
(looks at Fletcher)
People feel better, they know we’re willing to go after one of our own.
JAD
More likely, people just want a show like this every week.
Fletcher calmly rights the photograph, indicates the screen.
FLETCHER
Here’s where we’re at.Three men in a room. The victims here. Anderton here, and this unidentified male out the window. The exterior of the adjacent
building suggests public housing,
but I can’t make out the location.
Government architecture is
modern/conformist which means --
WITWER
There’s thousands of units like this one.
FLETCHER
(nods)
They’re everywhere.
Witwer looks at the photograph of Anderton, Sean and Lara.
WITWER
But he doesn’t go there to kill Crow for another twenty-two hours. In the meantime, I’m betting he’s somewhere in the sprawl.
Jad and Fletcher exchange looks.
WITWER
Anderton’s smart enough to go where electronic billboards and other media can’t ID him to pick his pocket. There’s fewer consumers down there, which means fewer scanners to target him.
FLETCHER
No offense, sir, but why wouldn’t he just run?
WITWER
Because he thinks he’s innocent.
Witwer pulls the jacket off and we see A HOLO-COMPUTER like
the one Anderton has at home.
WITWER
We concentrate on the sprawl.We do overflies in ships with two spyder teams on the ground.Go building by building.Thermal scan the whole area, read anything with eyes and a heartbeat.
Witwer switches the computer on and we see AN IMAGE OF LARA
IN A EVENING GOWN OPENING A PRESENT...
LARA
John -- stop filming me.
Witwer watches as Lara, looks up at us, her face beautiful.
WITWER
Where is she?