127 Hours

127 HOURS

Written by                         Simon Beaufoy & Danny Boyle

EXT. CROWD SCENES. VARIOUS.

A massive crowd, it could be a sports stadium, a u2 farewell show or new year's eve on copacabana beach, but whatever it         is there are thousands and thousands of us. A mexican wave erupts success, celebration, with so many involved it's         impossible to pick out anyone individually. Critical mass cyclists, easter crowds at st. Peter's basilica, nyc marathon, 4,000 flash mobbers doing the silent disco at         london's victoria station, india's kumbh mela, macy's          thanksgiving day parade, raves, subway parties, the daytona 500. . . . Gradually the screen splits into 2, and then 3, though at times there appears to be no division at all.

EXT. FREEWAY. NIGHT.

An overhead shot of a crammed freeway gives way to a single vehicle, a 98 Toyota Tacoma, red and white with a topper.

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. NIGHT.

Cut inside as Aron Ralston, 27 cuts off the freeway.

TRIPTYCH.

OPENING TITLES ARE A SERIES OF TRIPTYCHS FEATURING ALL THE TITLE CARDS EXCEPT THE MAIN ONE. THEY BLEND, OVERLAP AND ARE INTERCUT WITH ADVERTS SOME FROM THE BILLBOARDS ARON'S VAN PASSES, SOME FROM TELEVISION AND SOME FROM THE RADIO. AND, OF COURSE, ALL THESE INTERCUT WITH ARON AND HIS TRUCK. AND THE LANDSCAPE.

A TITLE CARD READS: 'Utah. The Canyonlands. The slickrock desert. The red dust and the burnt cliffs and the lonely sky-all that which lies beyond the end of the roads.'

Edward Abbey. Desert Solitaire.

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EXT. ROAD. NIGHT.

Eventually Aron's truck is now alone on an interstate road.

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. NIGHT.

At the southwest edge of Green River, Aron Ralston drives under the interstate into a landscape of obscurity. He looks to his right and left, not a single light perforates the absolute blackness of the San Rafael Desert.

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EXT. ARON'S TRUCK. NIGHT.

From high above, three quarters of the screen is black and we         see his truck's lights running parallel with the blackness.

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. NIGHT.

A sign flashes by: Next Service: 110 miles America's challengers for the Tour de France flash by in a         pack of 15 or so neon spirits. Night training.

10PM.

A BLM sign indicates that Horseshoe Canyon Trailhead is 47 miles ahead through the desert darkness.

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EXT:. ARON'S TRUCK. NIGHT. From even higher above again we see him turn left into this black void.

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. NIGHT.

Bang inside the truck now on a dirt road. Music at ear bleed level.

A yellow triangular sign cautioning ROADS MAY BE IMPASSABLE DUE TO STORMS flashes past.

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INT/EXT. ARON'S TRUCK. NIGHT.

Jackrabbits dart onto the road, racing him, darting left and right as he chases them down. They finish the game darting back into the darkness.

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EXT. DESERT. DAY.

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Slowly, images from the Great Gallery materialise on         different parts of the Triptych - petroglyphs and pictographs; dozens of 8-10 ft high Superhumans hovering over groups of indistinct animals, dominating beasts and onlookers alike with their long, dark bodies, broad shoulders, and haunting eyes.

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EXT/INT. VARIOUS. COMMERCIALS FOOTAGE.

Billboards, TV, cinema, www: commercial America sells everything to us through every means. As many brand names as         we can get.

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EXT. DESERT. NIGHT.

Rushing across the desert grooves, pulling, snatching, hard left and right, the rear of the truck fishtails madly. Curves, swoops and sandy washes kick up dust clouds as         everything in the truck flies all over the place. Except his bike, locked down and braced solid.

Music blazes on. Another Rabbit. Another fence line. Another curve.

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. NIGHT.

Suddenly a small brown sign flashes past. He kicks down on         the brakes and reverses back. It's the sign pointing out the road spur to Horseshoe and Blue John Canyons.

ARON Nearly missed it!

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EXT. HIGH ABOVE ARON'S TRUCK. NIGHT.

The truck turns sharp left.

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. NIGHT.

Now a really bumpy road approaching the dirt parking area.

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EXT. PARKING AREA. NIGHT.

Ghostly, but there are three other vehicles and two encampments at the Trailhead, despite signs prohibiting camping.

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. NIGHT.

He turns off the music and waits for a head to pop out or a         light to come on but they have all turned in. Ghostly. He glides to a flat spot near the sign board welcoming visitors to the Horseshoe Canyon quadrant of Canyonlands National Park. He whips into the back of the truck and flings everything out of the way of his sleeping bag and pad. Black.

END OF TRIPTYCH TITLE SEQUENCE.

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BLACK.

But no rest.

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. DAY.

The doors smash open to reveal a glorious day and Aron's         bike careers into it.

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EXT. DESERT. VARIOUS.

It's still like a wild road movie, but now on a bicycle. Having parked his motorized transport he ploughs into the land like an ad for extreme sports. Past bikers, he vanishes temporarily in their dust cloud, he wears a bandana across his face as the bikers pass by... a final telephone box, past remnants of those who tried to settle or work this unforgiving land; Aborigines, frontier settlers, ranchers...         all driven away from a heartland he ploughs into.......

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EXT. DESERT. CU on ARON. Wearing a pair of beat-up running shoes and thick wool-blend socks, Lycra biking shorts and a Phish tee shirt he has a         back pack with equipment but hydrates through a gallon of          water stored in an insulated three litre CamelBak hydration pouch which he sucks on without stopping.

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EXT. DESERT. DAY.

His bike pummels the canyon landscape and you get a sense of         the exhilaration this man gets from pitting himself alone against what nature can offer. He's clearly a fit and daring young man and these are his kicks.

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EXT. DESERT. DAY.

Even uphill he hammers his way up the sandstone. Gasping for oxygen, his legs screaming for rest, he pushes and pushes until the crest and then down, down, instant speed and he can suck on his water again. Part of a massive clan who define themselves not by what they are, but by what they do. In a         way, he's an action movie personified and the opening should be shot and cut to provide adrenaline in spadefuls.

Until...

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EXT. DESERT. DAY.

Suddenly, he hits a sand trap and hurtles forward over the handle bars, face first into the sand, his toe clips and momentum brings the bike with him. The bike has him trapped on the desert floor like a takedown in wrestling. He submits, landing nose deep in the sand. He sits up, looks around quickly to see if anyone saw. Pulls out his camera from his bag and takes a a self-portrait snap of the mess.

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EXT. DESERT. DAY.

At what seems like the only tree for miles he U-locks his bike in the shade, pockets the keys, scoffs a muffin and heads off into the desert.

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EXT. GULLEY CREST. DAY.

He approaches the crest of a sand gulley and sees below him, just 30 yards down the canyon, 2 fellow hikers. He looks around. All of them in the middle of nowhere it seems.

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EXT. APPROACH TO BLUE JOHN CANYON. DAY.

He can see now it's 2 girls passing a map back and forth between them. He rushes towards them, initially above them as         he walks along side. They're aware of him before he arrives:

ARON Hey. Are you doing the east pike? Can I come along with you for a          while? The girls don't reply, just look at each other.

ARON (CONT'D)          I'm on my own. I'm Aron.

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EXT. APPROACH TO BLUE JOHN CANYON. DAY. A VAST ARROYO.

He slides/surfs down so he's on the same level as them, arriving in a haze of dust, holding out his hand for the shake. Big smile.

KRISTI (looking at Megan) Sure, I'm Kristi.

MEGAN Megan.

ARON Nice to meet you. What a day.

KRISTI It's beautiful.

ARON Did you bike or come straight from the trail head?

KRISTI We left the car there. Pretty quiet.

ARON I left mine at the Horseshoe Canyon and biked here.

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MEGAN You biked from Horseshoe? That's          20 miles or more.

ARON 17 and windy.

The girls exchange glances.

ARON (CONT'D)          I do this a lot. They laugh. He's crazy, but harmless.

ARON (CONT'D)          Wasn't expecting to see anyone in           the canyon today.

MEGAN Yeah, you surprised us, sneaking up          like that.

ARON Sorry.

MEGAN It's kind of nervy seeing a lone guy walking up to you in the middle of the desert.

ARON Yeah, I know, I mean there's no one around for 50 miles.

KRISTI ... and suddenly there's a guy right behind you and `wait a          minute, why is he wearing a HOCKEY

MASK!' They all laugh.

ARON Let me guess... You're here for the paintings or the Cathedral?

KRISTI The Cathedral? We've got a bit disorientated and the map isn't          great. Where is it?

ARON The climb's a little tricky but it's worth it.

KRISTI / MEGAN We climb.

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They all laugh.

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INT. CAVE. APPARENTLY SMOOTH DOME. DAY

Towards us comes Aron, upside down, like a tiny, fast spider, talking all the time, his voice echoing.

ARON There's thousands of holds but you can't see them until you're almost upside down and then they just keep appearing... it's a bit of a act of          faith so I'll go first... take off as much as you dare as there's a          bit of a surprise at the other end...

MEGAN (O.S.) You behave Aron Ralston or we'll          tell your mother all about where you lure girls...

ARON I swear I won't look but I swear you won't care when you get out here...

We've been moving towards him as he rushes towards us, spider style. He's stripped to his underwear. He's lithe to say the least. We can't see the girls or what's underneath us         but there's a feeling of the vertiginous, as much from the weird echo and the sense of reflected light as from the scale of the dome.

ARON (CONT'D)          ... and the thing is, when you get to the middle...         He lets go.

ARON (CONT'D)          ... there aren't any more. We spin and watch him fall into the most exquisite emerald pool 60 feet below.

KRISTI

OMG!

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INT. CAVE. DAY.

They can't see him. They can only hear the explosive crack of man on water.

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MEGAN Are you ok? ARON!

KRISTI Of course he's ok. Listen to him. Aron fills the cathedral dome with his version of a Phish song at the top of his voice. Kristi strips to her underwear and traverses away from Megan.

KRISTI (CONT'D)          Got to be there, Meg.

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INT. CAVE. DAY.

From the pool below with Aron we see Kristi in her underwear heading out arachnid-style to the centre. Before she gets there Megan appears too. She's left everything on except her shoes.

They crash into the pool one after the other. They bob together in the centre, the light seems to come from beneath them and ripple over the heavenly ceiling.

MEGAN We've got to go again. And film it!

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EXT. OUTSIDE THE CAVE. DAY (LATER).

Eating and drying in the powerful afternoon sun. A little self consciousness has returned but it's sweet-natured and fun still.....

MEGAN I really can't eat all this chocolate by myself... Never mind, yes I can!

KRISTI So have you got a girlfriend, Aron?

ARON Well, there's not really anyone special.

MEGAN Ah, so there's lots of girlfriends.

KRISTI There's always a girl, you just don't know it yet.

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MEGAN Yeah, we meet lots of guys and there's always a girl.

ARON Long story.

KRISTI With lots of characters in it.

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EXT. SNOWY MOUNTAINTOP. DAY. VIDEO FOOTAGE.

Aron on top of a snowy peak. Self shot. Classic pose. Breathtaking backdrop.

ARON (V.O.) I've done 46 of the 59 winter solo ascents.

MEGAN Wow, highest person in Colorado.

ARON Well I figure no one else is mad enough to climb in the winter.

KRISTI ... you can be the highest person on the continent!

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EXT. STILL CAMERA. IMAGE OF `MOTEL 6'

Megan shows the image to Aron.

MEGAN Didn't you see it?

ARON What? No.

MEGAN Yeah, it's an old cattle guardian's          house - the roof's caved in and someone spray-painted MOTEL 6 on          the side. Smelled weird though.

ARON Just like a MOTEL 6 then?

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EXT. OUTSIDE THE CAVE.

KRISTI Why are you on your own?

ARON Solitude. Great tunes. Empty mind. He indicates the wilderness.

ARON (CONT'D)          And I can sing Phish songs as loud as I like.

MEGAN Phish?

KRISTI Not those guys from...

ARON Yeah, I know, I know.

(LAUGHS) See, that's why I'm on my own. Nobody likes me or my band. They laugh as he goofs for them. He gathers all their packaging and stuffs it in his backpack.

ARON (CONT'D)          I'll get this. Leave no trace.

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EXT. BLUE JOHN CANYON. DAY.

They're walking again.

ARON (CONT'D)          Hey, but I like a beer like the next man. You know, end of the day.

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EXT. CANYON. GULLEY.

They're negotiating a steep gulley. Aron is 1/2 way down, Megan at the top, Kristi on her way down to him.

ARON I'm not certified yet but that's          what I want to do.

MEGAN An illegal instructor.

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ARON It's hard to get the hours to          qualify. Catch 22.

KRISTI Well, we'll sign your time-card today.

ARON Great. Now put your ass on my head.

KRISTI Okay but don't look and no grabbing now, if I do...

MEGAN Oh whatever, you love it.

KRISTI Shhh!

Aron then quickly slips to the bottom. Megan is way high, Kristi half way.

ARON (at his most instructor-          ish, talking all the time           as he makes his way down) You'll have to chimney down a          little ways - like here, watch - one foot on each wall then squat onto your right heel, now your butt's on the wall, so you can move your right foot across, now put your left foot under your butt lower down and scootch your butt down - watch that black part, it's          slick, slime, try not to get it on           your shoes - if you can get to           these bomber handholds here it's           like an elevator shaft and just think friction to control the slide. This is a keeper so always have someone at the bottom to boost you out. He looks up to them.

MEGAN I didn't understand any of that.

EXT. CONJUNCTION OF BLUE JOHN CANYON, WEST FORK, EAST FORK.

LATER IN THE DAY. 2PM-ISH They come to a clear fork in the paths. He watches them turn their map round and round.

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MEGAN (CONT'D)          Kristi, I think this is our way back.

ARON Why don't you come with me to the Big Drop Rappel? I can give you a          lift back to your car.

KRISTI How far is it? He shows them on the map.

ARON About another 8 miles or so, I          think.

MEGAN You'll never get out before dark.

ARON No, I really got to do this. Anyway I've my miner's lamp.

MEGAN You don't climb at night, do you?

ARON No, it's great for seeing snakes in          hand holds. Can I get a picture then? They pose with raven feathers in their hair.

ARON (CONT'D)          Listen, my friends are having a           party tomorrow night. You should come.

KRISTI Yeah, we'd like that. What time?

MEGAN Where?

ARON Drive on the east road and about 40 miles out there's a huge inflatable Scooby Doo. You can't miss it. Turn off and it's about 2 miles down that track. Starts late and it'll go right thru. Lots of cheek kissing and his last picture of them...

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KRISTI Come on Aron, hike out with us - we'll go get your truck, hang out and have a beer.

ARON No, I really got to do this.

KRISTI Okay. Scooby Doo, yeah?

ARON That's the one. I'll have 3 cold beers waiting for us.

MEGAN 12 cold beers!

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EXT. CANYON FORK. DAY. POV VARIOUS.

And they separate down 2 different canyons shouting to each other...'hot dogs!...'vegetarian hot dogs!'.... 'so that's 12 cold beers and 9 vegetarian hotdogs!'...'.. I really can't         eat all these vegetarian hotdogs by myself... never mind, yes I can!'... the last of the dialogue fading away as they lose earshot of each other and we pull up out high over the meandering slits of sandstone...

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EXT. MAIN BLUE JOHN CANYON. DAY.

Aron alone ... they are gone ... he picks up the pace as he         checks his watch... he loved them but now he's behind schedule and he's ruthless about his schedule...

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EXT. HIGH ABOVE ARON. BLUE JOHN CANYON. DAY.

His sense of momentum is established again and it's clear he's moving downhill, into the fissure of the rock.

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EXT. BLUE JOHN CANYON. DAY.

Without warning his feet suddenly slide forward from under him and he skates/snap-kicks trying to keep his balance on a         floor of scattering pebbles left there by a flood. There's a         flash of the sky and dazzling sunlight.

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Only his arms and the proximity now of the walls prevent him landing hard on his ass.

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EXT. C/U. DAY.

A small snake slithers away from his giant feet.

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EXT. BLUE JOHN CANYON. DAY.

ARON Easy Aron, easy now. He keeps moving, descending still, but a little more circumspect. He lets the change of pace allow him to whip round his pack and with the practice of thousands of times selects and plays a CD without stopping, slipping the headphones over his head.

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INT. RUCKSACK. PORTABLE CD PLAYER.

We see the CD begin to spin: the display tells us there's         38:47 to play before 0:01 appears.

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EXT. C/U ARON'S EARS. DAY.

Suddenly, louder than loud, the sound of fanatical 5,000 strong applause at the Phish live concert in Las Vegas, fills his head and ours. He's heard it many times as he alternatively anticipates/answers all the dialogue preamble mixed over the applause...

CD RECORDING Good evening Las Vegas... are you having a good time? Are you ready for PHISH! Whether we are or not, the first song begins on a wave of         adoration from his fellow Phish fans. He sings along.

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EXT. BLUE JOHN CANYON. SHORT SLOT ENTRY. DAY.

Aron keeps descending, the canyon walls growing taller and closer, into the narrowing slot canyon.

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EXT. BLUE JOHN CANYON. S-SHAPED LOG. DAY.

A dry waterfall, many months since it's seen rain. A drop of         maybe 12/15 ft with no obvious climb down. Way beyond his reach and jammed into the walls of the canyon is an enormous S-shaped log, sand bleached and wind dried it looks like a         massive reptile making its way down the canyon. Beyond it, Aron can see his route down disappearing into narrowing darkness.

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EXT. CANYON WALL. DAY.

To reduce the drop he scrambles down clinging to the edge, pushes away and drops the final 6 feet or so landing in a         fine cloud of sand. Nothing to it, second nature.

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EXT. S-SHAPED LOG. DAY.

PHOTOTIME He snaps the log now arching above him well out of reach.

TITLE. " 2:41pm. Sat April 26th. 2003 "

ARON Won't be coming back this way.

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INT. SLOT CANYON. DAY (NOTE: FROM HERE ON CANYON SHOTS INT.)

He spins and continues, seeing the first huge chockstones, the size of vans, their noses buried in the floor of the canyon like unexploded bombs. He easily scrambles over one and around another-tight fit but he's skinny.

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INT. DEEPER INTO THE CANYON. DAY.

The slot is now just 4ft wide and as he stops to look at         massive tree logs jammed at strange angles high above him and silhouetted against the blue cloudless sky, he drinks deeply from his water bottle.

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INT. CANYON RIM. LOOKING DOWN. DAY.

On we go and so does the concert. He pumps the air unaware as we track above him - it's like the canyon in Star Wars and he's Anakin feeling the force. One set of chockstones leads to another and he rapidly negotiates them like an obstacle race - until there's one the size of a big refrigerator which has been stopped by the walls 18 inches from the floor.

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INT. CANYON. CHOCKSTONES. DAY.

Over or under? He drops to his belly and squeezes underneath, rucking the sandy floor in front of him. He's         halfway, his chest rising out the far side when suddenly he          can't move. The music jams and loops on 2 notes like bad techno. He pushes but nothing.

He reaches back with his hand and releases a part of his rucksack strap that's snagged. And the music releases too. He squat-jumps out and brushes off the sand.

No panic -a nothing moment.

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INT. SLOT CANYON. DAY.

Now it's steeper. We're already 60ft below ground level and it's falling away further in front of us. Another drink and the map is out.

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INT/EXT. SILHOUETTE PROFILE. CROSS SECTION OF CANYON. DAY.

We see a section of the canyon and the tiny figure of Aron moving within it. We track in and elide into a graphic view of him chimneying his way along the canyon now only 3 ft wide at most. It's a chance to see his skill and thirst for climbing. And to see how deep he's going.

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He uses his legs, back and natural body weight to body walk along and down the towering walls.

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INT. SLOT CANYON. DAY.

He's moving towards a final chockstone below him jammed in         the gap. You can see the way he's thinking: it's about the size of a bus wheel and used as a platform will help him reduce the 10 foot drop and get quickly down into the next section.

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INT. SLOT CANYON. DAY.

He reaches it at the same time we do and kicks fiercely, automatically, to make sure it's solid.

ARON Yep.

And across he steps onto it. It holds.

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INT. CANYON FROM UNDERNEATH SILHOUETTED AGAINST SKY. DAY.

As before he squats and clambers down the back side of the stone to reduce his drop down.

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INT. CANYON. DAY. C/U TIGHT ON ARON.

Just as he dangles there's a scraping sound, small but close, too close and the stone judders towards him, pulled by the torque of his weight on his side, rotating. Instantly and instinctively he lets go and drops. Like he's         trying to detach a mine dragging him to the sea floor.

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INT. CANYON. ON CHOCKSTONE. DAY.

But it follows him down, somehow he's released its latent energy.

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INT. CANYON. TIGHTER ON ARON. DAY.

He watches the chockstone follow him - not looking where he's         going.

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INT. CANYON. ARON'S POV. DAY.

The backlit chockstone falling towards him consuming the sky.

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INT. SLOT CANYON. DAY.

His arms rise to protect his head but his eyes remain open and through his fingers we see the next 3 seconds. The rock's         face and his.

It grabs his left hand and flings it against the left wall. He pulls it away as the rock ricochets against the canyon and careers towards his right arm which he raises, to compensate for withdrawing the left, and to protect his head.

The rock smashes the right hand and wrist against the wall and drags it down the remaining distance. Like a cheese grater it tears the skin from the back of the hand and the forearm, decorating the wall. Aron is powerless to stop its force and he lands on his feet allowing the rock to jam in         front of him with his hand held against the canyon wall by          the stone.

All this happens too quickly. We can hardly register what's         happened as everything stops.

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INT. CANYON FLOOR. DAY.

Silence. He's standing behind the rock. Like he's in a line for a bus. Like he's shaking someone's hand. A hand shake with the canyon. Silence.

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TITLE:

127HOURS

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INT. CANYON FLOOR. DAY.

Adrenaline, searing, roaring pain and panic.

ARON FUCK, get your hand out of there!

Pulls and pulls, yanks until his shoulder will dislocate, but nothing moves. Sweat, anxiety flaring, hot pain.

ARON (CONT'D)

SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT... Pushing with his left hand desperate to reverse the action; so simple to undo the moment, to reverse gravity for a split second and pull his hand out... nothing. Again and again thrusting up with knees, thighs, pelvis, left arm, head, neck... nothing.

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INT. CANYON FLOOR. DAY.

Then slam upwards, harder than ever as though he's run at it         from a hundred yards and it's a door that will surely burst open.

ARON

YEEARKGG... UNNNHHH

Air exploding out of his lungs. And then a quiet hollow sound of the boulder shifting fractionally. A howl of         phenomenal pain -

ARON (CONT'D)

NO, NO, NO, NO, FUCK.

He reverses the fraction and collapses in sweat and blood, knees bleeding, good fingers lacerated. But he remains upright, attached. Unable to physically collapse. Grabs his shirt and wipes sweat away and goes to drink. He         hula-hoops out of his backpack to get access to the water, gulps down 3 full throatfulls - stops mid 4th and backwashes as much as he can into the bottle -

ARON (CONT'D)          No, no... more water.

He caps the lid tightly and drops it into his pack.

ARON (CONT'D)          Relax. Stop. Come on. He breathes and breathes, taking stock for the 1st time.

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C/U: WRISTWATCH Time Check. 3.14pm. Stares at it until it changes to 3.15pm - the watch is working.

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INT. CANYON FLOOR. DAY.

He examines the boulder at each point he can reach, stretching and contorting to see into his crushed and wretched hand where his thumb is visible above and his little finger below. No matter how much he touches them, there is         no feeling. He prods up and down to see what feeling is left and where it stops. Comparing left hand to where the right hand is trapped to measure the width of his right wrist - now smaller than the width of his little finger on his right hand. He can barely get the little finger of his left hand in         the gap. We reverse back on him at each contortion. He

REALIZES -

ARON FUCK! What the fuck? How the fuck did you get your hand trapped by a          fucking boulder? Its crushed, it's          fucking dying man! He reaches up and touches the trail of blood, hair and skin left on the canyon wall as the rock pushed him to where he         is. Looks under boulder, no blood - check. [He hears the crowd cheering on his headphones. It's been playing throughout. He switches it off]

He looks above for the first time.

ARON (CONT'D)

HELP! HELLO!

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INT/EXT. PULL OUT OF CANYON. DAY.

... to see the slot canyon, back and back and back, nothing more than a dry crack in the surface of this massive land. Gradually his cries for help become inaudible.

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INT. CANYON FLOOR. DAY.

He unpacks everything with great energy, like a stocktake, and lays it all out on the surface of the rock;

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chocolate bar wrappers and bakery bag with crumbs of         chocolate muffin inside that he volunteered to take away on          behalf of the girls, 2 small bean burritos, cd player, cds , extra AA batteries, mini digital video camcorder, small multi- use tool and 3 LED headlamp.

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BIG C/U: VARIOUS. ... of all these elements - these are now his only companions and their POV of him reflects that as he tests each one for its potential, opening all the blades and laying them out to         look at them; sunglasses - scratched, bike Ulok key, rock climbing harness, cloth goggles bag, rapelling equipment, water bottle, car keys, plastic grocery bag, empty de- hydration pack, money, credit cards, green and yellow climbing rope in black zippers bag, a stick, stones and sand. Everything.

Pause. He stares at it all and it all stares back at him.

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C/U: DIGITAL NUMERALS.

3.28, changes to 3.29

HARD ENERGY CUT

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INT. CANYON FLOOR. DAY.

Inside the tiny gap we see... his headlamp flick on to let him assess the rock and the wall and his hand in between it. He picks a point and begins to chip away with the knife. He's back - energy, movement, purpose, action makes him happy. He occasionally stops to look at his left hand, swollen and puffy and constantly in need of flexing. He gets into a rhythm of 'tick,tick,tick', flex and back again, `tick,tick,tick'

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TIGHTER C/U: DIGITAL NUMERALS. 4.19pm, changes to 4.20

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INT. CANYON FLOOR. DAY.

In a huge close up of this eye he can see in the foreground that there's a pile of steel filings from the knife itself, almost as big as the dust from the ground -

ARON Not good. He blows the whole lot into our face with a mighty gust.

ARON (CONT'D)          When in a hole.... Alternative; he starts digging away at the wall instead, same result.

ARON (CONT'D)          Fuck. It's hard as iron. Pause.

You're gonna have to cut your arm off.

As if to answer that idea we...

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INT. CANYON FLOOR. DAY.

Tapping a rock in his hand onto the top of the knife as he         balances it against the wall or with his mouth. Weird close angles as he almost taps the side of his eye socket. Suddenly, he hammers down with ten times more force onto the handle of the knife, the rock explodes in his hand, showering pick dust over everything, and bouncing the knife off the rock. Once again, gravity takes over. The knife hits his shorts and as he moves to grab it, he misses it and knocks it         further round the back of his leg. He pivots and turns to try and catch it but gravity is quicker than his restricted twist and it falls into a hole between the rounded rocks near his left foot -

ARON

NO, NO!

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INT. CANYON FLOOR. DAY.

The knife is visible in the crack below and behind his right leg but he can't twist to get anywhere near it. He tries to         pull the canyon wall off balance to get closer. No chance.

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ARON Shit!

He pulls off his right sock and shoe and tries to squeeze his foot into the hole. Too big. Size 10. He looks upward. He         can't believe he's done it.

ARON (CONT'D)          Shit!!!

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INT. BENEATH CANYON FLOOR.

We're on a level with the knife in the little hole beneath his feet. An enormous overhead light switches on (Aron's         headlamp placed above to let him see). The stick enters from top of screen and nudges the knife in a semi circle. It's a         bit Punch and Judy if it wasn't so fucking serious. Huge shadows. No success. The knife remains where it is. Maybe an         ant races across it.

Pause. The stick withdraws.

PAUSE:

The stick re-enters with the top of it almost broken off, acting like a hook, we push in on the knife as the stick hooks through the little ring at the end of the knife. It         lifts.

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INT. ARON IN CANYON. DAY.

Looking down onto the ground, around his leg, his toes holding the stick like a chopstick lift the knife out and up         tremulously, breathlessly, towards his good arm. He picks it         off the stick gently. Big smile. First one.

ARON Sweet.

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TITLE OVER WIDE INT CANYON. NIGHT:

" SATURDAY NIGHT ": We pass through the transparent title on our way along the canyon. Half dark. We're on a wind blowing dust through the canyon walls, to find a miner in the distance digging into the rock. It's Aron of course, and his head-lamp is filled with the dust swirling through. He's using the shorter file from the multi tool and has tied a shoe lace to his wrist and looped through the ring at the end of the tool. He pulls his cap down, to keep most of the dust out of his eyes. His lips are caked but he keeps blowing on his arm, to keep it clear.

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C/U: DIGITAL NUMERALS. NIGHT. The watch, now luminous, changes to 00.00.

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INT. ARON IN CANYON. NIGHT.

Midnight is celebrated with a tiny, careful, sip of the water. He holds it in his mouth. Puffing his cheeks, circulating the precious fluid around.

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EXT. EXTRAORDINARY LANDSCAPE. DAZZLING DAYLIGHT. DAY.

Daylight, a lunar landscape almost, though with patches of         green and giant boulders, Aron whom we sense only by being around his shoulder is out walking with his friend, Mark Von Eeckhout through this field of boulders. They come upon one the size of a house buried nose deep in the field.

MARK Wow, look at the size of this one. There's no cliffs or mountains anywhere near. We look at         Mark's pleasant, unremarkable face for far too long as he          looks around -

MARK (CONT'D)          How the fuck did this get there? It's like we're on the moon looking over Buzz Aldrin's         shoulder at Neil Armstrong; it certainly sounds like that...

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INT. CANYON FLOOR. NIGHT.

Chip,chip,chip; stretches his arm, flexes his legs, tick,tick,tick. He changes the blade, prising suddenly at a         section of the rock with his file. It bites and a dime size shred chip of rock arcs through the night light. He catches it perfectly on his right elbow.

ARON Cool. He picks it off his arm and places it on top of the rock next to where he's working. It's a grain of sand on the seashore but it's something.

Boy, his arm and his legs are aching now.

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INT. ABOVE ARON, LOOKING DOWN INTO CANYON. NIGHT.

He's stepped into his harness and is throwing 30ft of rope up         towards us. There's a tangle of knots and carabiners looking for purchase close to camera. Each time it falls back all the way. He persists, each time, varying his line of attack fractionally. Finally it catches.

He pulls gently at first, then fiercely, it holds and we         slide softly and slowly down the rope and as we reach him he          gently takes the weight off his feet finally.

ARON Aahhhhh.

Lovely relief for him, light off, his eyes close.

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INT/EXT VARIOUS. DAY. A re-run of the accident. He can now witness it in detail as         though it were planned and his role is to point us where to          look. 3 seconds become 30... We fall with his face in high definition slow motion watching his future. We fall with the rock pitilessly chasing him down to the floor of the canyon. As he lands...

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INT. CANYON. PRE DAWN.

... His eyes open and he stands unsteadily rubbing at his legs, the lack of circulation has forced him up. Doesn't         think about the dream, starts chipping again.

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INT. CANYON. TIME-LAPSE. DAWN.

Lit only by his lamp, the black shifts to grey and then there's light. He watches it arrive. A rush of wind. Something flaps and he looks up sharply -

RAVEN Caw-caw.

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EXT. SKY. DAY.

A black raven flies symmetrically the length of the canyon slit above him. Blue, blue sky.

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

ARON Caw-caw.

As he stretches his neck to follow the path of the only other living thing, he freezes stock still. The bird has gone. Nothing moves. Not him.... nothing. Time passes.

He switches his light off.

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EXT. NEVADA DESERT. BLACK ROCK CITY. PRE DAWN.

On top of some 4 x 4 vehicles are 8-10 ft huge Easter Island- like masks, multi-coloured. Multiple bikes are strapped to         the backs of the vehicles too. More of Aron's friends, including Mark V.E. mill around their 4 x 4s. There are multiple lights in the distance but it's unclear what it         might be. The vehicles' own headlights illuminate Rana, a         stunningly beautiful red-haired woman in her mid-20s, effortlessly organising the 15 or so group. As before, we         remain behind Aron. By the camera's virtually complete concentration on Rana it's clear he's a fan.

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RANA OK - lights off and line up          alongside me. They turn off their vehicles' headlights as she draws a long line in the sand and they join her standing on one side of         it.

RANA (CONT'D)          On the other side of this line, everything will be different. As they all hold hands and together step cross the line (Aron's keen and ever so slightly ahead of everyone across         the line) the sparkling lights of the crescent-shaped `town' of vehicles and camps that is Burning Man are replaced by an         astonishing sunrise in the Nevada desert. They hoot and holler as Rana smiles beautifully at Aron.

RANA (CONT'D)          And remember, stick together, the desert wants to kill you.

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INT. CANYON. DAWN.

Aron is very still, looking at the rock and the open blade lying on top of it. Suddenly he looks over his shoulder to         see...

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INT. CANYON. MORNING.

A dagger of sunlight appear behind him. His won sunrise.

C.U. WATCH. 9.30am

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INT. CANYON. DAWN.

He looks at ithe sunbeam as though it's his prey and it might run away. It makes it's way along the canyon walls towards him. He's very still. But it shifts across the floor and it's going to miss him. He whips off his left shoe and sock and pushes it towards the coming light. Slowly it climbs and caresses his ankle and lower calf. He pulls the other sock off and alternates the feet. He looks like he's doing yoga. As it leaves him passing overhead it suddenly bursts into the opening in front of him.

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It's a beautiful sight as the colors of the canyon reawaken but we can see from above that he appears to be behind a door with a room of life beyond him.

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TITLE:

" SUNDAY ":

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INT. CANYON. DAY. VIDEO MESSAGE ONE.

ARON It's three-oh-five on Sunday. This marks my twenty-four-hour mark of          being stuck in Blue John Canyon above the Big Drop. My name is          Aron Ralston. My parents are Donna and Larry Ralston of Englewood, Colorado. Whoever finds this, please make an attempt to get this to them. Be sure of it. I would appreciate it. He takes long blinks and seems to avoid looking at himself though the screen is facing him. He looks alarmed and wide eyed, startled, in contrast to his slow slurred delivery.

ARON (CONT'D)          So... I was hiking Blue John Canyon yesterday... and this happened. He pulls the camera round to show where his forearm and wrist disappear into the horrifyingly skinny gap between the chockstone and the wall. As he does that we

INTERCUT WITH:

INT/EXT. VARIOUS. CANYON. DAY.

Flashes of the accident-almost in silhouette - like an         animatic side view. It freezes just before the moment of         entombment.

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INT. CANYON. DAY. VIDEO FOOTAGE.

ARON What you're looking at there is my          arm, going into the rock... and there it is, stuck. It's been without circulation for 24 hours.

(MORE)

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ARON (CONT'D)          It's pretty well gone. If the colour doesn't come across on the video, it's grey and blue.

ARON (CONT'D)          Unnhhhhh.......I'm in deep stuff.

ARON (CONT'D)          So I have very little water. He can't help look in the camera towards those who know what that means in this place.

ARON (CONT'D)          Yeah, I have about a third of a           litre left. He picks up the water bottle and shakes it for the camera.

INTERCUT WITH:

INT/EXT. VARIOUS. CANYON. DAY.

Different angle on the freeze-frame.

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INT. CANYON. VIDEO FOOTAGE.

ARON So the way I see it... there's kind of four things happening here... I          tried to move it with some rigging... useless... and I tried chipping away at the rock... I          think part of the problem is, is           that my hand is actually supporting the rock. Which means every time I          chip away the rock moves a bit and settles onto my hand again. I          can't feel it happening but microscopically, it seems to be, because the little gap over there between the rock and the wall seems to be getting smaller. And this chockstone is the hardest thing here.

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INT. WIDE. MOVING THROUGH CANYON. REALTIME.

A breeze slides through the canyon and he shudders involuntarily for five seconds.

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INT. CANYON. DAY. VIDEO FOOTAGE.

ARON So the third thing left was to cut my arm off.

PAUSE

ARON (CONT'D)          I don't know whether I could do           that but it's pretty much suicide. It's four hours to my vehicle that way and with very difficult climbing with one hand and the bike is like two, two and a half hours, that way but the climbing... fourth class climbing... which I think will be probably impossible with one hand... between the blood loss and the dehydration I think I would die if I cut off my arm.

ARON (CONT'D)          Which means I'm waiting for someone to come along. He summons up the guts to let the evidence out.

ARON (CONT'D)          I didn't tell anyone where I was going and I didn't leave a note on          the truck.

ARON (CONT'D)          Dumb. The video whirrs on until he suddenly looks straight into the lens.

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INT. CANYON. DAY. REALTIME.

He hears voices.

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INT. CANYON. DAY. VIDEO FOOTAGE.

We see his reaction to this sound through the video message.

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INT. CANYON. DAY. REALTIME.

He puts the camera down and listens. People descending at         the S log! He can hear them. He screams and screams and screams and then he stops. He listens again.

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INT. CANYON. DAY. ARON'S POV BACK UP THE CANYON.

The noise is there still. Again he screams and screams.

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

Breathing hard, heart racing he listens again. The noise is         still there unchanged. He knows now it's not people. They would have heard him.

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INT. CANYON. DAY. ARON'S POV.

He looks above and behind and sees a kangaroo rat disappearing, scuffling, behind a chockstone.

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

He stops, staring at the camera still recording. He picks it         up, rewinds and ...

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INT. CANYON. DAY. VIDEO FOOTAGE.

... re-runs the sound of him screaming for help.

33.

ARON

(SCREAMING)

HELP!!! HELP!!!! OVER HERE!!!

HEEELLLPP!!! Freaky. We just see an arbitrary view of the rock and sky on         the video camera, maybe with a bit of elbow, but we hear his desperation, screaming at no one, distorting on the tiny speaker.

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INT. CANYON. DAY. REALTIME.

He stops it. The sound of his absolute helplessness and need freaks him out and threatens absolute despair. Snorts.

ARON No one's coming Aron.

He rewinds to the end of the message and erases his futile calls for help.

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EXT. ARON'S TRUCK. DAY.

Aron's Truck. We sense him in the cab but we're not inside with him yet. Music loud and pulsing as we travel towards the inflatable Scooby Doo. It's 12ft tall, powered by a mini- generator.

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. DAY.

Aron swerves to affect the figure which buckles and flaps in         his after-draft.

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EXT. ROAD. DAY.

We stay with the dancing figure as his truck drives away into the landscape. The generator fan rattles on as the booming bass of the truck fades.

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

You can see him thinking. Will the girls go to the party?

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EXT. GOOGLE-EARTH SATELLITE SHOT OF WILDERNESS. DUSK.

We're now high above the desert, and in the time-lapse we see the soft, grey, endless line of darkness cross right to left

BRINGING -

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TITLE:

" NIGHT TWO ":

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INT. CANYON. NIGHT.

A flashing, strobe-ing light - Aron's head-lamp bouncing back and forth off the canyon walls - but also, as he continues to         chip away...

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. CANYON. NIGHT.

...jump-cutting, strobe-lit as though by flash, of Aron madly dressing for the night.

INTERCUT WITH:

C/U: WATCH

We see the thermometer on his watch falling down and down from 70 => below 50.

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INT. CANYON. NIGHT.

The whole thing is almost like stop-frame animation. He         cannibalizes everything he can, using his knife, his teeth, he tears holes in a cloth camera bag, he's frantically paced to occupy himself, to pass time, to create heat from energy, but he has to be careful not to stab himself in the eye. He         thrusts his left arm into the newly fashioned sleeve, pulling it up with his teeth. Purple webbing around his right arm, the insulated Camelbak protects his upper arm from the chilling canyon wall. Yellow webbing wraps a grocery bag (that held the burritos) round his upper right bicep.

35.

The dirty green and yellow ropes are curled round his legs like pythons. Finally he puts his head inside the rope bag.

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INT. ROPE BAG. BLACK.

It's plastic inside and although it's black the light from his head-lamp suddenly lights him up alarmingly as we go         inside with him.

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EXT. ROPE BAG. NIGHT.

He looks like a multi-coloured version of the Michelin Man, only much thinner.

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INT. ROPE BAG. NIGHT.

He laughs, as though he can see how ludicrous he looks. We return to normal speed as he turns the light off.

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INT. ROPE BAG. NIGHT.

BLACK - but we can hear his breathing close as in a space suit. LONG PAUSE.

ARON God, I am praying to you for guidance. I'm trapped in Blue John Canyon - you probably know that - and I don't know what I am supposed to do. I've tried everything I can think of. I need some new ideas. Please show me a sign. PAUSE - Just his breath. He switches on the head lamp and the inside of the bag explodes with light. There's enough light for any kind of         heaven but it's just Aron in Blue John Canyon. He looks around his bag. He stops. Silence. Only his breathing to         listen to. Heart rate... fast... too fast. Light off.

PAUSE.

36.

ARON (CONT'D)          OK, then, God, since you're           apparently busy: Devil, if you're           listening, I need some help here. I'll trade you my arm, my soul, whatever you want. Just get me out of here. You want me never to          climb again, I can give that up. Just show me the dotted line.

PAUSE:

ARON (CONT'D)          Ungg-gggu-ggga-gggngh!

His throat uncontrollably shudders and splutters as his teeth rattle with cold suddenly. It does sound like a demonic fit from the multi-coloured headless man.

ARON (CONT'D)          Yeah. Not very funny.

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INT. ASPEN STORE. DAY.

Aron leaves work: at no point do we see Aron. He's there, you sense him in reflective surfaces, his arms, particularly his right one and his feet occasionally come into shot. It's         not a strict P.O.V, more like 'over the shoulder' but without much shoulder.

Q          What you doin'?

ARON Still not sure. I'll see you Tuesday.

Q          Have a good one.

ARON Always do.

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BLACK.

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37.

C/U: DIGITAL NUMERALS 11:59 => 00.00 in huge, luminous figures.

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INT. CANYON. NIGHT.

He pulls his bag off and pulls his water bottle out of the ground where he has half-buried it. It won't open. He can't         unscrew it. He mutters, cursing himself for tightening the lid too much. He puts it between his teeth and levers with his head, but nothing. Is his strength vanishing so quickly?

He looks at his puffy left hand... there's a tremble in it. He shakes it to get rid of the tremble and jams the bottle between his legs. He uses a bit of cloth to give his hand better purchase on the top. We're tight on the neck of the bottle as it releases, finally and he lifts it, slowly, almost ceremonially. Controlling the tilt, a half-mouthful of water slides onto his tongue. He tilts the bottle back towards upright but not the whole way. He waits. Circulating the splash of water around his mouth.

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INT. CANYON. C/U: BOTTLE NECK

The bottle neck stares at Aron.

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INT. CANYON. C/U: ARON

... his eyes staring at the bottle neck.

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INT. CANYON. NIGHT.

He still holds the water in his mouth as he rewinds the top onto the bottle and reburies it in the sand to stop any evaporation. He moves to pop his contact lenses into his mouth and wash them in the moisture. First one then the other as we...

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INT. ARON'S APARTMENT. DAY.

The images shift with the lens change back to his apartment, daylight, we sense him though he's probably in the shower. His ansaphone clicks in.

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ANSAPHONE (MOM) Aron, it's Mom. Hoping to catch you. Nothing urgent. Dad's in New York so it'll be a quiet weekend. Aron is clearly there but can't answer.

ANSAPHONE (MOM) (CONT'D)          Call me. Lots of love.

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INT. ARON'S APARTMENT. DAY.

In front of his bathroom mirror he's slipping his lenses in         for the day. It looks like The Man Who Fell To Earth.

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INT. C/U: VARIOUS. ARON & MIRROR. DAY.

Huge close-ups that freak people out who've never worn lenses. Mirror shots and lots of short soft focus.

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INT. ARON'S APARTMENT. DAY.

We hear a girl and a guy somewhere in the apartment. He         closes the door. GIRL SHOUTS:

GIRL That was your Mom! And your Dad called. Call him. We're going. See you next week. Oh, and Rana called.

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INT. CANYON FLOOR. PRE DAWN.

He is absolutely still. Almost absent. Flies buzz around him. Indeterminate time passes.

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39.

INT. CANYON FLOOR. PRE DAWN.

Massive C/U of an ant. Huge, high-definition image, more like a JCB-digger than an insect, and then more of them, and all moving towards the mosquitoes which hover and land near the real giant, Aron.

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EXT. CANYON. PRE DAWN.

He watches them devour him and then he clears them away from his hand. Suddenly breaks and he's busy now well before sunrise. In the grey-white, soft morning he is involved in         recycling his overnight insulation gear into a crude lift and pulley. Obsessive, inventive, analytical, he constantly adjusts and adds and subtracts, and cannibalizes. Undoing and tieing knots with his teeth and hand. Each time nothing happens to         the rock. But each time he doesn't stop. He tries again and again and again; looping and re-looping throwing and catching ropes; creating footholds and bouncing in them with his foot, his knees, his ass.

Finally he stops. He looks down. For a moment it's as though he will cry. He looks up to where he came from and

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INT/EXT. VARIOUS. CANYON AND BEYOND. DAY.

... suddenly we're moving, retracing his journey at         increasing and eventually staggering speed. Through the slot canyon, up and into the blazing light across the desert paths, past his chained-up bicycle and back to his truck waiting at the side of the road. But we don't stop...

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. DAY.

We crash into the back of the truck and there, lying on its side is an almost-full bottle of Gatorade, and then there's a         grapefruit, and another one, and they've got sparkly condensation on them -like advertising spritzer mist - all over them. And a water bottle, and an orange. And high energy snack bars and another orange. The fruit seems to         roll around the empty truck.

40.

The Gatorade lies on its side and the liquid slaps slowly backward and forward like a Lava lamp. The liquid literally bulges with wetness, moisture texture, and we...

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

... snap back to Aron's face.

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TITLE:

" MONDAY ":

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VIDEO MESSAGE TWO. INTERCUT WITH LIVE FOOTAGE.

Aron trying not to look at himself:

ARON It's freaking me out looking at myself so I hope you guys are OK with this

PAUSE

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REALTIME:

We can see 2 images of him when we go behind the balanced video on the rock, as he has deliberately turned the screen away from himself.

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VIDEO:

ARON It's Monday - all day - bummer. I          spent the morning trying to create a 6:1 system ration and lift the boulder but friction between the rope and carabiners is dissipating every bit of force I apply.

(MORE)

41.

ARON (CONT'D)          All it's good for is sitting in...

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REALTIME:

We see a more objective view of his morning's activities as         he describes them. We see him below us as the raven flies between us and him.

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VIDEO:

ARON There's a raven flies overhead, I          clocked it at 8.15. I'll bet it's          there tomorrow too. I'll film it          for you tomorrow

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REALTIME: EXT. SKY. DAY.

We see the raven and we see him check his watch. Sure enough, 8.14 Slides to 8.15.

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VIDEO:

ARON I have about one hundred and fifty millilitres of water left. That's          four ounces. I can't believe it          but I peed twice today, within a           few minutes of each other. How is          this possible? It's two days since I peed, I'm dehydrated and I had to          go so quickly I forgot to save the first. I saved the second in the CamelBak. Will I drink it? It          smells foul, and hot but it'll           settle. And I can chill it in the sand in the night. It's like Polar winter here for nine hours.

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REALTIME: We see his precious bottle of water. It looks back at him. Next to it is the Camelbak of his stored urine.

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VIDEO:

ARON No number twos. Which will disappoint my insect friends. They're gonna have to wait. The sunlight appears down here for a          few hours. I get 15 minutes of it          at 9.35... and apart from chipping away uselessly at this rock that's          pretty much my morning routine.

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REALTIME - TIME-LAPSE:

Aron is deathly still as we travel towards him with the dagger of light. His leg is stretched out and the only movement is the change of leg halfway through. He stays in         shot throughout getting bigger and then smaller as the light approaches and recedes; the sliver of light leaves the canyon.

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VIDEO:

ARON I keep chipping at the rock but just to generate warmth and give me          something to do. I think it's          making it worse. I know it's          settling more on my arm as I remove material from it. The area where I          chipped flakes off yesterday has already rotated down onto my arm.

PAUSE. I can't feel anything. PAUSE. So I made a great tourniquet and I tried to cut it          off.

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REALTIME: We see him pull the elastic neoprene tubing insulation from the CamelBak. It's stretchy, supple and strong and emerges like a thin snake. It's perfect. He wraps the black neoprene around his right forearm 2 inches below his elbow. Simple overhand knot tightened with his teeth. 2nd knot, 3rd knot, clips the neoprene with a carabiner and twists 6 times tight.

ARON

OWWWWW

Now real pain in his right arm. Weird smile at the success. The skin colour separates; fish belly white below the tourniquet and bright red bunched up crushes of flesh between the elbow and the tourniquet.

ARON (CONT'D)          Oh yeah. That aches. He takes out the multi-tool and switches to the long blade. looks at it. Then he presses the blade and draws it quickly across his forearm. Nothing. Repeats it harder. Nothing. No cut, no blood, nothing. He switches to the short knife and saws viciously at the same point.

ARON (CONT'D)          Shit! He releases the tourniquet and as the blood flow returns a         series of angry red lines establish themselves where he was sawing. He looks at them.

ARON (CONT'D)          Pathetic, Aron, pathetic.

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VIDEO:

ARON The blades are too blunt even to          break the skin. I guess that's the chipping. It's not even a proper Leatherman. It's a knock-off one we got free in a gift pack with a          torch... Mom gave it to me.

LONG PAUSE. Sis. Sonja, I'm very proud of you.

(MORE)

44.

ARON (CONT'D)          I didn't get to hear firsthand how your championships went, but I          heard from Mom that you placed very well at the national competitions, that you were tenth overall in          speech and debate in the nation. Hot damn, girl. I'm very proud of          you. Not just for that but for who you are. He looks directly in the lens for the first time.

ARON (CONT'D)          I can imagine you in your living room looking back at me.

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

We see his sister on her living room sofa. The sofa sits in         the open section of the canyon.

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INT. CANYON. DAY. VIDEO FOOTAGE.

ARON I've been thinking about what my          friend Rob in Aspen says to me           several... frequently.. Several times that, confusingly, 'It's not what you do but who you are'. I kind of got hung up on that a          lot, because I always thought who I           was, was very much wrapped up with what I did. That I was happy because of the things that I did that made me happy. If things you do make you happy, then they can also make you unhappy. I think that's why I found myself being as          ambitious and energetic - The wind interrupts him and he shivers.

ARON (CONT'D)          (mutters, bitterly) It's cold... this place is an ice- box at night... And killing winds.

45.

PAUSE

ARON (CONT'D)          (he struggles to complete           the sense of the

SENTENCE)

" - to do all the outings that I          did". PAUSE. As he loses track of what he's saying and then catches up, the canyon has become noticeably darker. He's oblivious.

ARON (CONT'D)          I did want to say, on the logistical side of things, I have some American Express insurance that should cover costs of the recovery operation when that does happen. Bank account balances should take care of my credit-card debts. You'll have to sell my          house, Mom and Dad. Possession- wise, I don't know if Sonja can use my computer and video camera...

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

He's interrupted by a sudden realization as he looks first one way up the canyon and then the other. He looks up at the sky above.

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EXT. SLOT CANYON. DAY. ARON'S POV.

There's an angry looking black motherfucker of a cloud.

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HUGE C/U OF: A massive crack of noise like the land has split. His eyes staring up, unblinking, the corridor of light above him reflected in is contact lenses like mirrors. Suddenly a drop of water hits his eye like an invisible bomb dropping from the sky.

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EXT. DESERT. DAY.

We're many miles away, the dust spits as though hit by silent bullet tracer fire. Raindrops gathering and multiplying, soaking and bouncing off the desert floor, they skim and slip into a groove and then another, the slit instantly fills and water drops crash on the new surface. The spillage spreads and fills everything near it. We tilt up, the sky is furious black, and murderous. Lightning arcs across hundreds of         miles.

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

Aron's sky darkens above him. Instantly plunging him into a         dark, violet nether-light. He looks up the canyon as he         pulls at his arm in panic and tries to gather his laid-out possessions into his backpack. Simultaneously he opens his mouth to gather any drops he can into his parched throat.

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EXT. DESERT. DAY.

A channel fills now as the grooves spill and multiply. The water poured from above appears everywhere, visibility is         virtually gone, whether it's through mist or darkness it's          impossible to tell.

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EXT. DESERT. DAY.

Another channel explodes like a volcanic surging mass in         every direction. The camera literally slips and slides as         the water now seems to take a direction towards deeper gulleys, looking for something to fill, for somewhere to         escape to.

The floor of the desert becomes a river careering towards the slot canyons.

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EXT. DESERT. DAY.

Now carrying debris with it the water cascades into the natural pipe-work of the desert.

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EXT. BLUE JOHN CANYON S-LOG. DAY.

We see the S log from below as someone seems to pour unimaginable tons of water over the lips of the canyon above it. The walls glisten with force as the canyon becomes a 6FT wall of churning mud, hurtling towards the chockstones. The smaller ones are picked up and tossed downstream, smashing and breaking on the bigger ones.

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INT. CANYON. DAY. WIDE.

We can see Aron in the distance pulling at his arm. Without time to watch it's journey towards him, it seems to skip time and hit him like a tsunami under-surging the initial push of         water on the floor.

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INT. CANYON. DAY. CLOSER.

In an instant it smashes into his chest, scattering all of         his possessions as he still tries to grab them.

He pushes and pulls, trying to gain height but is underwater almost immediately. He tries to take a huge suck of air before he's submerged but even that is compromised by water. We hear him choke and he disappears into the liquid wall of         mud.

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INT. CANYON. DAY. UNDERWATER FOOTAGE.

We're with him underwater. He's trying to switch his light on. We can see almost nothing in this washing machine of         churning slush and debris and malevolent water. The light flicks on. He can see his arm and the rock. Suddenly the water lifts the chockstone and his arm releases. He pulls it         towards him, luminous deathly white in the mud, and flat, and too big.

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INT. CANYON. DAY. UNDERWATER FOOTAGE.

We're close on Aron's face, at last free but now suffocating in darkness.

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INT: CANYON. NIGHT. Aron gasps and throws his night bag off his head and to the floor. He's sweating and gasping; thumped alert but...

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TITLE:

" NIGHT THREE ":

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INT. CANYON. NIGHT.

... the canyon is dry as Mars. He tries to control his breathing. Head down, sweat drips onto his arm - he licks it         off and lifts his head - a sudden shiver - looks at his watch.

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C/U. WATCH: The display changes from 20.29 => 20.30

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INT. CANYON. NIGHT.

He can't believe so little time has passed. He's only just closed his eyes. It's going to be a long night. The two bottles stand looking at him. He goes back in the head bag and we go with him.

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INT. ROPE BAG. NIGHT

He holds the video camera at waist height and switches it to         playback. He rewinds through his messages. Stops, switches off playback and rewinds the blue LCD screen to save battery. The light is surreal, soft LCD hell.

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HUGE C/U OF: Battery time. Time rewinding, hurtling backwards.

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Stops. Plays back.

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INT. CATHEDRAL CAVE. DAY. VIDEO FOOTAGE.

Megan and Kristi. The Cathedral. They clamber out in wet clothes - it's from after their first jumps. We see all three of them climb and fall and get out of the water and climb and fall, smashing into the azure water. Their faces are dripping wet, beaming mad, screaming and howling, completely natural, children really, on their first helter- skelter / Big Dipper.

He rewinds this time in vision. Kristi's bra and pants are soaking. Megan's top cascades water as she rises out of the water.

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INT. ROPE BAG. NIGHT

For Aron the volume of his and their shouting is deafening and the first human sounds he has heard for days. He         watches, staring, laughing; not laughing, staring, eyes tearing in self-pity.

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C/U: VIDEO CAMERA

HE STOPS IT IN VISION There's water, joy, 2 beautiful girls, happiness, sensuality, company, freedom...

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INT. ROPE BAG. NIGHT.

He looks at the picture and then into the bag. His breathing is hard, pronounced. He carefully tells himself..

ARON No. No. Don't.

He sees the moisture on the inside of the bag, condensation. He licks it with his sticky tongue, twice, three times. He         looks back at the LCD screen.

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INT. ROPE BAG. NIGHT.

The LCD looks back at him.

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INT. ROPE BAG. NIGHT.

He kills the image and snaps it shut.

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INT. CANYON. NIGHT.

He emerges from the bag. 21.05 and looks at the bottle. He takes the Camelbak and saying...

ARON See you later...         ... swallows quickly 2 'spoons' of urine without disturbing the sediment. Tangy and bitter, the saltiness makes him wince.

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. DUSK.

We're in his truck again but this time over his shoulder and we can see the Scooby Doo Figure dancing in the distance. It's now lit up too, as night is falling, and we're coming at         it from the other direction. As he gets to it he swerves and follows its guide to the party.

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EXT. DRIVEWAY. NIGHT

Jump cut, pulling up at the party.

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INT. PARTY. NIGHT.

Jump cut, inside it's nice, full of ordinary decent people, though no one acknowledges Aron as we stay attached to his shoulder. There's a mini-Scooby Doo dancing in the main room and there's a light, early party atmosphere. Aron searches for the girls, approaching any cluster to see which girls they contain. Rana is there but doesn't acknowledge him.

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There's no Megan or Kristi anywhere and we finally settle on         the bar / drinks table where there is an ocean of all kinds of drink. And melting ice in huge buckets with bottles of         beer floating around in them. And orange juice, and popsicles. And melon, and lemon and lime. And grapefruit and oranges for Margaritas are filling frosted glasses. During the ritual we...

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INT. CANYON. NIGHT

Aron ducks out of his head-bag and shakes his water bottle. Something he always does - to check the sound of real water. To make sure he hasn't drunk it all without knowing. He         opens, tilts and holds as always and then ritualistically removes his contact lenses and washes them in his mouth. Suddenly a shiver tears across him like an attack dog. He         coughs a lens out and as he tries to catch it before it goes into the sand he tips the bottle in his lap. He hasn't put the top on fully. It goes horizontal on his shorts and a leak of the sacred fluid darkens his tan shorts. He whips it upright.

ARON (furious at himself) Fuck a nut, Aron. Pay fucking attention - look what you did? He stares at the stain - with all the dirt on his shorts it's         already paste. He screws the lid on slowly and can barely be         bothered to lift his lens into his mouth.

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HUGE C/U OF: With difficulty he puts the murky lens back in his bloody eye.

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INT. UNKNOWN. NIGHT.

The image shifts with the lens to night, everything short focus. Only one thing at a time clear, everything else diffuse. No idea where we are. We come over Aron's shoulder and he's clearly in the deep background of a vehicle. In         front of him a half a dozen of his friends (boys and          girls)... and Rana, excitedly chatting. Though we can hear nothing.

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Gradually it becomes clear it's night outside. They are all undressing in their seats until all are butt naked. The tone (we can't hear) is clearly more infantile than sexual. We're         beginning to see there's a ferocious blizzard outside. And we appear to be badly exposed to it. Up a mountain, on the crest of a high road... Snow, hail, swirls savagely around all sides of the truck. We remain inside. It's warm, the heater blows. They prepare themselves for a mutual signal, press their window buttons. All the windows open and a BLIZZARD explodes inside the vehicle.

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EXT. MOUNTAIN. NIGHT.

One shot outside - POVs naked arms out the windows shaking and saluting the storm. Their crazy, happy faces through the windscreen as the weather invades the vehicle.

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INT. CANYON. NIGHT.

Aron very still, listens to their screams. He looks at his knife dangling from his wrist by the shoelace.

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EXT. CANYON. SUNRISE.

Hundreds of miles of canyon - sunrise. The inner canyons change from dark umbers and black shadows to immense bands of         pastel yellow, white, green and a hundred shades of red, a          hallucinogenic movement towards light.

V.O.          `Good morning America!' etc.

There's a chorus of 'Good Mornings' from American TV & radio shows. Literally dozens of them from Texas to Oregon, Massachusetts to the Carolinas.

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TITLE:

" TUESDAY ":

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INT. CANYON. MORNING. VIDEO FOOTAGE.

Aron joins the morning chorus.

ARON Good morning everyone! It's 6:45 Tuesday morning in BJ Canyon. The weather is great! I figure by now that Leona, my housemate - Hi          Leona! - has missed me hopefully since I didn't show up last night. Another hour and a half they'll          miss me for not showing up for work. Hi Brion at work! Best case scenario is they notify the police and after a 24 hour hold they file a report, a missing persons report. Which means noon tomorrow it's          official that I'm gone. I do still have the tiniest bit of water left. Well, actually, I've resorted...I've          had a couple pretty good gulps of           urine that I saved in my Camelbak. I sorta let it distill...it tastes like hell. So it's 70 hours since I left on my bike from Horseshoe Trailhead during which time I have consumed 3 liters of water and a          couple mouthfuls of piss.

Pause. Did I say the weather is great? Well, it is. Though flash floods potential is still present. There's          4-prong major canyons upstream from me that all converge in this 3 foot wide gap where I am. The rock I          pulled down on top of me, it was put there by flood.

PAUSE Still, I'd get a drink. He shudders, it's ridiculous. Then composes himself during a long blink and looks straight at the camera.

ARON (CONT'D)          Mom, Dad, I really love you guys. I wanted to take this time to say the times we've spent together have been awesome. I haven't appreciated you in my own heart the way I know I could. Mom, I love you. I wish I'd returned all of your calls, ever.

(MORE)

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ARON (CONT'D)          I really have lived this last year. I wish I had learned some lessons more astutely, more rapidly, than I          did. I love you. I'll always be          with you.

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INT. CANYON. MORNING.

Switches off the camera. He charges into setting up the 6:1 haul system again. Much quicker this time. He clears the rope - the rock - of his possessions and puts his sunglasses on.

ARON Ready for lift-off. He bounces his full weight in the stirrups and pulls on the haul line. It looks a better set up.

ARON (CONT'D)          Come on, move, dammit.

Nothing. He stops. And stares directly at the knife below him. Absolute stillness. Nothing moves. Not him. Not even the insects.

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INT. CANYON. MORNING.

The knife stares back.

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INT. CANYON. MORNING.

Without warning he suddenly tourniquets his arm again. Twice around the fore arm, knotted twice and clipped with a         carabiner that he twists 6 times. He secures the fix by         attaching the purple webbing.

Looks to his watch

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C/U: DIGITAL NUMERALS

7:58AM.

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

He folds open the knife, grasps it in his fist and picking a         spot just above the rock's grip on his right wrist, he          hesitates and then violently plunges the blade into his arm up to the hilt.

He lets go leaving the knife embedded. He swoons and stares at it. He slowly grasps the tool more firmly and wriggles it         slightly, the blade connects with something hard. He taps the knife down and feels it knocking on the radius of his upper forearm bone. He puts his ear close and we can hear the little thocking sound.

ARON Whoa, that's the bone. He pulls the knife out opening the wound more. There's barely any blood. He pokes at the gash with the tool.

ARON (CONT'D)          Ouch!

He can see the epidermis, thick and leathery rough. Yellow fatty tissue under the skin in a membrane layer around the muscle. He thocks, thocks again and some blood finally seeps out and blocks his view. He pulls the knife out and thinks. He's sweating and puts the tool on top of the chockstone.

He immediately pulls up his water bottle and stares into it. With a little shake he opens it and drinks it all gulping open throated. He shakes any last drop down and runs his tongue up into the neck. He screws the lid back on and loosens the tourniquet. There's no discernible increase in         blood loss. He picks up the video again.

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VIDEO FOOTAGE

ARON (CONT'D)          This next part may not be for all viewers at home. It's a little after eight. At precisely eight o'clock I took my last sip of clean water... and... hide your eyes, Mom... He pans across the boulder and zooms in on the wound, smattered with bright red blood.

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ARON (CONT'D)          I made an attempt - a short career in surgery, as it turned out - those knives are just not anywhere close to the task. I've got about an inch-wide gash in my arm that goes about a half inch deep. I cut down through the skin and the fatty tissue, and through some of the muscle. I think I cut a tendon, but I'm not sure. I'll never saw through the bones with this knife. I tried, anyways. It really just didn't go well. The tourniquet is relaxed at this point. Which actually is a little bothersome, considering I'm not bleeding that bad, barely at all. It's so weird. You'd expect to          definitely see more pulsing and bleeding, but oh well.

PAUSE

I'm really fucked now. I'm out of          water.

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

Stops the video and rips a section of his t-shirt to make an         impromptu bandage to cover the wound. As he ties it with his teeth there's a rush of someone else's noise: the swat of         wings. He grabs the camera just in time to catch the very end of the raven's flight 70 ft above his head.

ARON Shit missed it. 8:31AM. He's late and I still missed it.

We can hear his heart racing. He holds his left hand to it         hoping to calm it down.

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EXT. STADIUM. CROWDS.

Like the beginning there are thousands of fans filling the screen, people everywhere, maybe holding lighters. And again like the beginning the screen splits into 2...

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TITLE:

" NIGHT FOUR. WEDNESDAY. NIGHT FIVE "

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INT/EXT. VARIOUS.

The rest of Tuesday and night, and Wednesday and night play out through the triptych. Repetition is used to create a         trippy sense of losing coherence- sometimes there's 3 Arons doing the same thing. It could be consecutive days or he's         forgotten.

At key moments it resolves to one image and then back again. Things seem to loop and his close-ups almost seem to watch the loops happening again and again. This is particularly true inside the head bag at night. When his light is switched on it's bleached and monstrously overlit, like cruel HD close- up - his disintegration is terrifying.

When it's off we establish a night vision, of green, of blue, that allows us to witness him in hiding. The images, sometimes of himself also, play out on the interior surface of the bag. The effect is like wraparound Imax, multi-screen Technicolor.

INT. CANYON. DAY. DIPTYCH.

Aron has his headphones on EXT. STADIUM CROWD

Listening to the live concert again.

The laser in the CD The crowd smears, skips. dragged and distorted. It's been damaged by the time in The numbers skip on the the sand. display.

As they stop...

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

Aron falls into the canyon.

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Beyond the foot 11.32 => 11.33 in the sunlight Aron falls again into the HUGE figures. dagger. We don't canyon replayed in slower see above waist motion V.O: HERE he is         height. Someone Aron lifts a         carrying 2 huge huge rock onto office water his shoulder dispensers by and heaves it         their necks walks to crash on          into the canyon the chockstone He walks up to Aron It shatters And puts them down into dust. his side and leaves. It's like ARON: quarry mining. `Thanks' He finds a

BLACK SHOT- Adverts - 7UP, etc. Some putt sized televised, some billboard rock and some radio, pull tab cans begins split and spit, slurpees hammering with grapefruit juice, OJ that - popsicles. ARON: `owwww!' But he carries on.

SHUDDERING SO

VIOLENTLY WITH Temperature 57 - shivers, like 56 - 55 (huge a fit teeth         Figures) chattering,

RACKING HIS A figure starts body with a          a small fire to furious comfort Aron. vengeance. Perfect for bacon and beans. He pisses again 02.02=>03.03=>04.04 ARON: Huge luminous figures on There's the "I can't believe the inside of the black interior Scooby         this..." bag. Doo waving at a         decants the table in front sediment out of V.O: There you are of it piled to         Camelbak. The creaking point stench of the with margaritas sediment makes the excess runs him retch and jerk down the table away. Where is all legs. This coming from?

ARON: `Fuck Aron 05.05 We see it reflected That shit stinks' on his eyeball the eyelid rustles back and forward. Finished he tucks back in but VIDEO FOOTAGE: During this we         there's a small [ARON: RAMBLING ON VIDEO see pictures,

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bloom. ARON: ONLY SOMETIMES COHERENT] unremarkable `You can shake Tom, thanks for the lovely, natural and you can dance fire last night... but the last My friend Rob in Aspen ones of Erik + drop is in the says to me several... Jon + Kristi + pants'- of pee frequently... several Matt + Brent + on his shorts. times, confusingly, Gary + Judson +

BRYAN + MIKE + INT. ROB IN CANYON ON SOFA. Rachel + Angie ROB: `It's not what you do [SOME TAKE but who you are'. THEIR TURN ON         + Erik + Rana + THE SOFA IN          Sonja + Jean Marc THE CANYON]

+ CHAD + KELLER + Soha + Craig + Aron falls Brandon + Chip + One of the things again - the Norm I'm learning here is that I accident didn't enjoy people's re-runs in          company that I was with silhouette enough, or as much as I          could have. A lot of really good people have spent time with me. Very often I tend to ignore or dismiss their presence in seeking the He eats the essence of their presence. last bite of

BURRITO WASHED Did that make sense? down with a          swig of urine, He switches off and applies winces and lip balm. swallows somehow. ARON: He looks at it and bites a `That's it. bit off. Masticates it on I'm on the and on... Chewing. urine diet now. Well, The chockstone it's no         waits and Aron's slurpee...' foot kicks and then lands and they fall together.

The raven flies. => The accident runs in Aron watches reverse the raven

INT. STORE ROOM. DAY.

REFLECTED ON THE INSIDE

OF THE NIGHT HEAD BAG.

ARON CHIPPING away desultory A slit of light in blackness reveals Jon in work clothes. Aron licks A light switch flicks on and moisture thin metal shelves full of         condensation cleaning supplies appear He takes shots from inside the on 3 sides, industrial mop, of himself bag. His head- Aron in his canyon gear, with his still

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lamp blinks right arm out of focus. camera and of         unreliably. Tries to knock on door with his hand and left arm. Jon stops him and of the light indicates it won't do any in the canyon. V.O: Where are good. He takes one You going? with the flash VIDEO FOOTAGE: at night in          ARON: I'm holding on but the canyon. it's really slowing down, And one inside the time is going really the bag slow but my heart rate is blinding INT. GARAGE. DAY. going like crazy [WE HEAR himself. The We're in the IT POUNDING IN CONTRAST spots in his doorway of a TO HIS SLURRING DELIVERY] eyes bleed garage with I swear it's like 3 x what across into friends in the it should be... other shots background gathered and change around Rana who colour. is working on one Rewinded video - of the giant Megan and Kristi Easter Island masks and back through for Burning Man. his life in the She chats away, canyon and then carefree, some of him she's in baggy climbing in snow dungarees or that existed on         overalls with her the tape - triumphant hair falling around pose on top of the icy her face out of its wonder. All ice picks hairband. She brushes and Gore-Tex. it back and flecks of         Plaster of Paris dust her skin. She notices Aron. V.O: He's over here RANA: There you are. She shouts to someone: RANA: Here he is. Mum and Dad sitting on          Sofa. Sofa sitting in canyon He imagines In front of him - flash-floods his head in          Of light the dagger of sunlight.

HIS HEAD

TURNS ALWAYS Rana's face is remaining in          huge on the inside the light.An           of his head bag, smiling accelerating at him. Her face in huge carousel of          scale compared to his head. yellow warmth.

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ALL THE SCREENS GO BLACK.

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INT. ROPE BAG. BLACK.

Breathing close but shallow and rasping.

ARON God, it's Aron again. I still need some help. It's getting bad here. I'm out of water and food. Listen. Give me the strength not to          do anything against myself. I want to see this through, whatever. A rumbling thunderous sound grows and the inside of the bag begins to bear the image of the top of the canyon at dawn but crumpled like paper, creased like the bag [BUT STRETCHED ACROSS 2 SCREENS]. The noise grows and grows...

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INT. CANYON. DAY. INT. CANYON. DAY.

ARON'S UPWARD POV. When it can get no louder Obscuring the light on         a horse leaps the 6 ft gap his face once they've          at the top of the canyon. gone and only dust it's followed by dozens of falling lightly is         horses stampeding across his evidence then...          roof....

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EXT. SKY. DAY.

...the raven beats its wings across the canyon.

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INT. CANYON. DAY. SINGLE SCREEN.

We tilt down the wall (still reflected on inside of bag) to         see Aron completing his obit. Scratched on wall of canyon: Aron Oct 75 => APR 03 RIP. As we reverse back on Aron in the canyon there's a burst of         light and color beyond him and on the sofa in the canyon a          little boy sits. He's blond, about 3 and in a red polo shirt. He looks like Aron. Aron walks towards him, the sunlight hits his face like a         train and Aron looks up to it but keeps moving towards the boy, walking downhill towards the sofa. The boy leaps off the sofa and comes running to Aron.

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He scoops the boy up with his left arm and balances him around his shoulders with his right handed stump. The boy holds Aron's arms in his little hands and they prance around the sofa, they giggle and shout playing bulls, giraffes, elephants, jousting knights, pretending to walk downhill behind the sofa. Like any father in any park. [A PERFECT POP SONG, BLONDIE MAYBE, PLAYS IN THE DISTANCE]. Like any father in any park. Aron watches the image begin to fade. He switches on the light but its low and feeble. As the images on the inside of the bag fade so too does Aron's lamp. He tries to warm it up but it fades to black. He         holds his breath.

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

It's strangely still even by the canyon's standards. He peeks out from his head bag; his contacts are cloudy and sore to         blink.

You can hear him blink. Eye socket rasping against eyeball. The head lolls like he's lost control of the neck muscles. His tongue rasps as he flexes his mouth to prevent sealing.

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TITLE.

" THURSDAY MAY 1st ".

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

He looks at his obituary on the wall. ARON. OCT 75 => APR 03.

RIP.

ARON Out of date. May Day. Not dead. He smirks.

8:15 Waits for the raven. No sign

INTERCUT WITH:

C/U. DIGITAL NUMERALS.

8:30. Nothing.

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8:45 No raven.

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INT. CANYON. DAY. VIDEO FOOTAGE.

It's tough looking at him. So long without water. The dehydration is frightening.

ARON No raven today. Everything's          fucked. Sonja... if you still want me to play at your wedding... there's          a tape in a box in the basement of           Mom and Dad's Lounge. It's me 1993 or 1994. We hear the music. Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, Chopin - he can hear it as he played it until...

ARON (CONT'D)          There was a little boy,and he           looked like my cousin Charlie but he was too young. And I don't want to die... But I really don't know what to do. Pause.

Quietly, deadly:

VOICE I did this Aron. I created this. The boulder did what it was here to          do. It was waiting for me but it          did the only natural thing it could do. I chose to come here, I chose to do this descent by myself. I          chose not to tell anyone where I           was going. I chose to turn away from the women who were there to          keep me from getting in this trouble. I wanted it to be like this. Look how far I came to find this spot.

It's not that I'm getting what I          deserve - I'm getting what I           wanted. He's empty now. He clicks the camera shut and puts it away. That's over.

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

He looks at his 'good' hand. It's swollen and angry red like an inflated prosthetic on top and around of his real hand. He         takes off his shoe and pulls the sock over his hand to          cushion his palm and picks up the black rounded hammer rock again. Ignoring the pain he starts hammering at the rock surface. SMASH. MAD NOW.

ARON I hate this rock. The rage blooms purple in his mind.

ARON (CONT'D)          I hate it. His face swells with anger, nostrils flaring.

ARON (CONT'D)          I hate this fucking canyon.

A small mushroom cloud of pulverized grit and dust erupts each time.

ARON (CONT'D)          I hate this cold slab pressing me           against this damp fucking wall. Smash, Smash, Smash.

ARON (CONT'D)          I know there's water near coz of           these fucking mosquitoes.

The sock quickly disintegrates with friction as he hammers and hammers.

ARON (CONT'D)          I hate this fucking mess.

Finally he stops but his fingers are paralyzed, fused rigid around the rock. He pulls them off with his teeth and the stone drops to his feet.

There's a thick layer of dust across the top of the stone and his right arm. He tries to blow it away. He fails. Tired, it's too thick and he's too dehydrated. He picks up his knife and using this starts sweeping the grit off his thumb. As he         cleans up he accidentally rips away a thin piece of decayed flesh. It peels back a long way like a skin of boiled milk. The insects start to gather.

ARON (CONT'D)          Shit.

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He pokes the thumb with the stubbed point of the blade. On         the second prod the blade punctures the epidermis like soft butter. There is a clear hiss as gases escape. The stench is         death. He looks at the gangrene attached to him, poisoning him.

ARON (QUIET, CLEAR) (CONT'D)          Get rid of it Aron, it's dead, it's           garbage. He drops to his haunches but the webbing stops him at his waist. He detaches it and drops down again, almost able to         squat. His trapped arm is the only thing preventing that. His face is suddenly open.

He pushes and pushes with his left hand under the boulder to         create maximum downward force on his right arm. Hard, harder, HARDER. It looks insane, unnatural and painful, but he says nothing.

POW Like a gunshot in the canyon, the bone breaks. The sound ricochets. He rises and sees the bone pushing up violently against the skin. He feels it. It's a serrated, but clean, successful break. Still he says nothing.

Now he humps his body up and over the chockstone, smearing his feet, one with a shoe, one without, against the wall, he         pushes grabbing further and further round the dark side of          the chockstone, pulling with a silent, furious intensity. Hard, then harder, and HARDER.

BANG A second gun shot smashes around the canyon. He's sweating heavily and yet euphoric, possessed. He checks the underneath of the arm. It's broken too. Around the same place. He can rotate his forearm like a shaft inside a housing. Giving himself no time to wake up he grabs the knife, looks at the watch-

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C/U: DIGITAL NUMERALS.

10:32

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

He mutters...

ARON Ok Aron, here we go. You're in it          now.

He pushes the knife hard, to the hilt, in between 2 veins on         his wrist. Fuck knows where the sweat is coming from but it's pouring out of him. Sawing downwards he makes as large a hole as he can without tearing any of the noodle like veins. He puts the knife in         his teeth and pokes his left forefinger and thumb inside his right arm. Like a mechanic he looks to analyse and then he works by feel only.

His sweat falls on his knife mixing with the blood. He pulls muscle nearer the surface allowing his knife to         slice and pare away at a pinky 'finger-sized' fragment bit by          bit. It takes a dozen actions, each time the knife goes back to his teeth. Sort. Pinch. Rotate. Slice.

There's not a lot of blood. But he keeps working and working. Once the blood increases he puts the knife down on top of the rock and swiftly ties his tourniquet.

He's silent, refusing to verbalize the pain.

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C/U: DIGITAL NUMERALS.

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

He can't cut the tendon, no matter how hard he slices. But nothing will stop his addiction to surgery now. He folds in         and swaps the blade for the pliers. He uses them to bite into an edge of the yellowy tendon. Then squeezing and twisting he         tears away a fragment.

Grip. Squeeze. Twist. Tear.

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Finally he finishes the tendon.

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C/U: DIGITAL NUMERALS.

11:16

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

He returns to the knife. Finally all that remains inside is a         pale white strand. Like swollen angel hair pasta. The nerve. He touches it with the knife edge.

ARON

AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!

He explodes internally with vocal pain, through gritted teeth. The first time he has made any sound during the surgery. But it's like he's been taser-ed, he's stunned still for a minute

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C/U: DIGITAL NUMERALS.

11:17

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

He looks at it... the nerve.

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

...and the thin, swollen wire of his own nerve looks back at         him. For the final time, he asks himself, `Can you do this?'

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

He puts the knife in and pulls it toward him, an inch, two inches, it lengthens like pulling a guitar string. Unimaginable pain builds in his whole body, like he's pushing his arm into a cauldron of magma...

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(It's difficult to tell because everything is so tight and         claustrophobic but maybe the boy is there intermittently          riding his shoulders slipping across and around him, or          obstructed by the boulder and stopped from getting to Aron) ...until it breaks. He shudders in shock and drops everything for minutes. His head lolls forward dripping. His mind swarming with trauma. And then he's back on the last action stretching the skin of         his outer wrist tight and sawing the blade into the wall. It's a piece of gristle on a cutting board. Everything now is forcing us towards the boulder, cramping us         in with him impossibly close, he's sweating and heaving, his vision blurring with tears, his contacts failing, his breath impossibly dry and rasping and then, as simply as this all began, his shoulders open and he's free......         He staggers back, one, two, three steps away from his arm...

His head swarming with colours, swooning, overpowering. He         stares at his obituary as he's born again. His feet stagger under him like a new foal, an involuntary dance, we see colours bleeding and blending in his P.O.V.s and the colours invade our shots of him.

ARON (spitting out this          declaration at the rock)

I AM NOT GOING TO DIE.... HERE.

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C/U: DIGITAL NUMERALS.

11.34 am

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

He's busy packaging his stump in the plastic grocery sack and then wrapping that with the yellow webbing he wore as a         chocker to keep his neck warm in the night. He stuffs the repackaged arm into the empty Camelbak backpack and throws the straps over his neck to hold the arm in a makeshift sling. Packs his bag, water reservoir, full bottle of shiny urine, video, pocket knife. Grabs his climbing rope, messy and knotted from its use as insulation, and heads off down the canyon.

Stops almost immediately and hesitates for a beat. He returns

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to take 2 photos on his still camera of the rock and his hand. Goodbye.

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INT. CANYON. DAY.

And now the motion and energy and life force of the action movie returns... It's like Ray Liotta's final day in Goodfellas; relentless, frustrating, pressure of life again now he's free from his tomb. Deeper and deeper, down and down into the swirling scoops of the sandstone. Couple of difficult manoeuvres, lots of slipping and bumping, despite his best effort occasionally his right shoulder takes the brunt and he stops, winces and grunts thru the pain.

But on he goes, 100 ft of the rope trailing behind him. As         we follow its progress snaking after him we see specs of          blood on the lower walls.

The canyon becomes a chute increasingly steep in which he         ignores the shrinking daylight above because he has another target; the twists and turns of the curricles of sedimented sandstone lead to a soft glow, red, translucent, growing and growing in intensity. He pushes forward, the tail of rope whipping faster and faster along the walls and floor.

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INT/EXT. ROCK SHELF. DAY.

Finally, we burst into the dazzling midday sun on a rock shelf halfway up a sheer walled amphitheatre, 200ft high. The scale of the slated cliff face opposite is breathtaking, the dazzling sunlight poaches the air he sucks in and burns his dry eyes. He sees, for the first time in his new life, green. The deep green of a healthy 50ft tree below him and to his left, and he knows. He looks for the bolts drilled into the rock, and he knows. Now he can look down. Right to the edge of         vertiginous drop and there below is a puddle of shallow turgid water. Life itself. He wanted it to be there and now he's mesmerized by it. A pair of swifts leave the tree and zig zag up and around him. He wobbles and has to stop himself lunging head first over the precipice. Instead he drops to         the bolts and kisses them like the pope arriving in a foreign land.

Unravelling the rope of its knots, he's baking in blazing

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light. He can't go yet, every knot must be undone pulled open between his teeth and his hand. But he'll die if he can't         have moisture. He tips the saved urine over himself and licking and retching simultaneously he suddenly stops and listens. He can hear a shuffling, a zip-zip... The rope is         uncoiling over the ledge. He put it down to drink. Picking up         speed the more it falls, there's only a few feet left. He         lunges across the ledge and catches it just in time. That was his future disappearing over the ledge.

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EXT. CANYON. DAY

We're far below - 6 storeys - and see him inch over the edge. Something's not right. It's a difficult overhang and he's         awkward and vulnerable with only one useful arm. His bad arm catches horribly on the lip of the ledge. Suddenly he starts coming fast, faster and then hideously, much too fast, accelerating out of control and smashing into the water with deadly force.

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INT. UNDERWATER. DAY.

We're underneath, deep in the pool, and he crashes in an         explosive cascade of air forced into the water.

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EXT. C/U: DAY.

His feet gently touch the sandy floor, 10ft to the side of         the pool...

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EXT. POOL. DAY

... he's a great climber and even in his present condition has perfectly executed the descent. And the pool is a puddle, swimming with dead leaves and insects, 2 inches deep at most. He falls on it with his bottles, filling them and dipping his mouth into the water, He washes his head, drinks and fills, drinks and gargles, and drinks again-insects, leaves, tadpoles, everything. Blood splashes in beside him so out comes his map again as he plots his way out. He sees a great goose- necked avenue before him bending to the right.

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Checking the map... there's a long way to go and he's small, nothing in this landscape.

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EXT. (VARIOUS)CANYON. DAY.

He walks shedding any weight that might reduce how long he         can keep going; his equipment, carabiners, headphones; his harness left like a spent snake skin behind him. He keeps to         the shadows of the huge Monument Valley-like cliffs when he          can.

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EXT. HORSESHOE CANYON. DAY.

Finally, he comes to the great gallery that we saw in the opening titles. A 300ft huge wall with dozens of broad shouldered figures painted to enormous scale in all shades of         tan and maroon. They seem to stare back at him. He salutes them in his own way and continues.

He banks left beneath a colossal alcove high up in the cliff face and makes to the flattest ground - there's no shade to         hide in here.

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EXT. HORSESHOE CANYON. DAY.

70 yards ahead, 3 aliens are walking away from him. 2 tall, one shorter. All with elongated bodies and tiny heads, shimmering in the heat.

He goes to shout but his voice catches. Then a feeble effort is lost in the vast scale of the canyon. The figures walk on         bending and disappearing in the light. He digs deep.

ARON

HELP!

And the figures turn. There's a terrible pause of uncertainty on both sides and then he pushes out another heartbreaking -

ARON (CONT'D)

HELP ME! I NEED HELP! The figures begin to run towards him. We watch his face in         close up as they come. If tears come, then now they come at         the sight of humans. He mutters to himself.

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ARON (CONT'D)          Hang in there Aron. At they get closer he summons a surge of energy from somewhere.

ARON (CONT'D)          My name is Aron Ralston. I was trapped by a boulder on Saturday and I've been without food and water for 5 days. I cut my arm off this morning to get free and I've          lost a lot of blood. I need medical attention.

There's a pause as they look at this refugee from a low budget horror movie. He hungrily eyes the water bottles attached to their waist bands. This gives them a way in to         his world. The moment is broken by their offering him their water. It pours down his throat bypassing the swallow mechanism.

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INT. TV STUDIO. DAY. ERIK MEJER TESTIMONY

(Erik's English is almost          perfect, although           accented and without           humour. His family sit           beside him on comfortable           chairs in a TV studio.           They are very pleased to

BE THERE)

ERIK We are the Mejers from Holland. At          the start of the trailhead we           talked to a ranger who told us           about a car that was parked in the area already for several days and that the owner might be missing in          the canyon. We joked that we would keep our eyes open and that we          would try to find him. After a hike of 5.3 kilometres to          the Great Gallery (Indian rock art) where we took some pictures, we          returned and suddenly heard a noise behind us, and after that a voice that cried "Help, I need help". Monique and I immediately realized that this had to be the missing person.

(MORE)

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ERIK (CONT'D)          We didn't find him, he found us! We gave him our water and Oreos.

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EXT. HORSESHOE CANYON. DAY.

Back now live as Aron wolfs down the cookies and organises the Mejers in a series of jump cuts pushing us through the final stages-he's brutally practical.

ERIK We are the Mejers from Holland. You should stop and rest.

ARON No, we need to keep hiking. We need a helicopter - who can run fastest?- You, go now fast. Take him.

Monique runs ahead with Andy, her son.

ERIK They told us you were here.

ARON Who? Who told you?

ERIK The police at the parking lot

ARON Do you have a phone?

ERIK There's no signal for miles. Nobody for 6 days and then like London buses another couple appears. They too are confronted by:

ARON Do you have a cell phone?

WAYNE No. I'm Wayne. I have some medical training.

ARON Is it ok for me to drink so much water?

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WAYNE Sure so long as it doesn't make you vomit. Aron drinks more and more, he overhears...

WAYNE (CONT'D)

(TO ERIK) Make sure he doesn't pass out.

ARON I gotta stop and empty my shoes. You'll have to tie my shoe lace. As he sits his head slumps forward. He's absolutely motionless. Wayne and Erik try to talk to him but he can barely hear them. A pop song spins round and round distantly.

He strains to pull his head up, and, staring, drops forward to his knees. There it is. Filling his vision like a god. Whirling screaming in front of him, dust blasting him as he         kneels. A HELICOPTER.

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EXT. HELICOPTER. DAY.

A strange slightly formal man pops out of the helicopter. He         almost looks like he's part of the Matrix.

PILOT Are you Aron?

ARON Yes I am. Can I get a lift?

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EXT. HELICOPTER. DAY.

Aron looks at the beautiful white leather seat before he gets in the back of the helicopter. Surreal. It's a startling contrast to his Frankenstein, and even now it's not lost on         him.

ARON I'm gonna make a terrible mess of          your seat.

PILOT Just get in buddy. We're all looking for you.

The helicopter sucks upwards into the sky leaving Wayne, Monique, Andy and Erik far below.

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1000 HOURS LATER

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INT. UNDERWATER. DAY.

Underwater. A figure dives in, pulling strong breast strokes down and towards us. Its Aron, fully recovered after surgery. Eyes open, he pulls and pulls down through crystal clear, oxygenated water.

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EXT/INT. HOSPITAL ROOM. DAY.

As the helicopter and gurney staff transfer him into the medic room he's surrounded by vertical giants as he lies horizontal for the first time in 6 days.

ARON Thank you for bringing me back. The most senior of the burly men says,

BURLY MAN That's all your miracle days used up kid. You need to rest. You can stand everyone a beer later. Aron is greeted by medics. Needles. Care. Machines. Tubes.

ARON Will you look after this for me          please?

He opens his fist and there is the small folded up knife.

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INT. UNDERWATER. DAY.

He pulls again releasing a huge chunk of air into a metallic bubble.

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INT. HOSPITAL ROOM. DAY.

A very soft voice reading.

VOICE (MOM) ...his love, the peace that passeth all understanding...

ARON Mom.

MOM My boy. My only one. There you are. She strokes his head so gently.

ARON Hey Mom.

MOM How are you feeling?

ARON OK. Are you okay...

MOM You've been asleep for 2 days. We          are so lucky...          She's a decent woman and a devoted mum. She looks weary, worn out with worry and love for her boy.

ARON Mom, I'm sorry I scared you.

Very soft voice (again) - Aron hears the same words as he         drifts back into drugged rest.

VOICE (MOM) ...his love, the peace that passeth all understanding...

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INT. UNDERWATER. DAY.

Face underwater. Pull and kick. Wanting oxygen now.

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INT. PRESS CONFERENCE. DAY.

(all of this without

SOUND)

Flash of celebrity. His first press conference. And boy, is         there a lot of press there!

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Aron, of course has his camera with him as he walks out and takes a snap of the noise and light. We see his still, it's         floor to ceiling, wall to wall journalists.

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EXT. POOL. DAY.

We can see him beneath, swimming along the floor of the pool, like a diver building lung capacity.

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EXT. VAST CROWD. STADIUM. NIGHT.

The vast crowd again, floodlit, ready to begin their evening.

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INT. ARON'S TRUCK. NIGHT.

In Aron's 4 x 4 somewhere in the endless parking lot outside the stadium. Rana is wearing glasses, reading an SMS she's         just received.

RANA OK - he's got 3 vegetarian hotdogs and the tickets and he'll be          outside Gate 6 in 5.

ARON So are you guys ok with me?

RANA Yeah. We split up a while back when you were in hospital.

ARON Christine told me.

RANA (always to the point) Is that what this is about?

ARON Yeah.

She laughs at him.

RANA What about the climbing? Aron reaches in his bag and pulls out his scary looking prosthetic arm / axe. He clinks the points together. She doesn't laugh, maybe a smile.

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RANA (CONT'D)          Solo?

ARON I'm gonna finish the 49ers this winter or next.

RANA (to change it) Well, all I can't figure out is          what took you so long to cut it off and get one of these. They both laugh. But he also answers.

ARON Rana, before I did it I was hallucinating, I saw this child, a          little blond boy -

RANA (over her glasses) Not Jesus please...

ARON

No, he looked like my cousin Charlie but way too young... and I          didn't know why but I knew he was mine and that this was what lay in          front of me. He looks at her.

Pause. She doesn't say anything.

ARON (CONT'D)          But it's not going to be you, is           it?

RANA No Aron, it's not.

ARON

(HE KNOWS)

OK. Rana leans over and tenderly kisses his cheek.

RANA You know, everyone who cares for you, a little bit of them dies each time you go back.

Before he can work out how to answer she breaks the door open.

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RANA (CONT'D)          Let's go hero. If they do The Fly first and we miss it we'll never be          forgiven.

EXT. CONCERT. NIGHT.

The concert explode into life.

THE POP SONG PLAYS OVER: ` A man will rise, A man will fall...

INT. UNDERWATER. DAY.

His face pushing for the surface. He surges up and out of the water, to cling by his elbows on the side of the pool. No         prosthetic.

SONG CONTINUES OVER: ...From the sheer face of love

Like a fly from a wall'

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EXT. POOL. DAY.

There in front of him on the grass by the pool is the same sofa as in the canyon. On it and around it, his friends and family, including Rana. There's so many of them they fill the screen. Tucked deep into the sofa, is his son giggling away. They smile, simple, silent support for him. He looks right back at them.

THE END