ザ・ウォーカー(2010年)

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[amazonjs asin=”B0051CEQQG” locale=”JP” title=”ザ・ウォーカー DVD”]EXT. FOREST – DAWN

Bare as all hell. The trees stripped of their bark and white
like ghosts. Some torn violently from their roots and felled.

STARK GRAY SUNLIGHT shafts between the trees, clouded by a
creeping fog that obscures the true color of everything. A
LIGHT SNOW flutters. The world monochrome, lifeless and cold.

A CAT prowls across the dead earth. Barely recognizable as
the domestic breed it might once have been. Its fur mangy and
rank, body rib-thin from starvation. Entirely feral.

It moves slowly, cautiously. Sniffing the air, scanning the
forest, alert. Trusting nothing of its surroundings. It paces
across a leaf-strewn clearing, closing stealthily on:

A DEAD MAN, splayed face-down in the earth. His feet bare.
Face frozen in a grim death mask. A GAPING GUNSHOT WOUND in
his head, the dried blood caked around it matting his hair.

As the cat moves closer, approaching warily:

P.O.V. FROM ACROSS THE CLEARING

About thirty yards away. Someone is watching. Waiting. SLOW,
DEEP BREATHS, heard through a GASMASK RESPIRATOR.

CLOSE ON A PAIR OF INDUSTRIAL GOGGLES

The MIRRORED LENSES reflecting the forest clearing, locked
onto the cat. The slow, metered breathing continues.

THE CAT slows, but continues pacing toward the corpse. More
cautious than ever. It inches forward, sniffing at the body.

ON THE WATCHER. Crouched behind the mangled stump of a felled
tree. Concealed beneath a camouflaging mesh of leaves, twigs
and bracken. A “ghillie suit” of the kind used by snipers.

THE CAT sniffs at the dead man’s hand, frozen by death in a
grotesquely contorted claw. The animal still unsure. Looks
around again, checking its surroundings for predators.

THE WATCHER moves almost imperceptibly. The leaves covering
him rustle ever so slightly as we hear – just barely – the
familiar creaking sound of a BOW STRING BEING DRAWN TAUT.

THE CAT hears it. Looks up, alert. Staring right at the
watcher, but he is too well camouflaged to be seen. An
interminable, tense BEAT – is the prey going to flee?

Finally, the cat turns its attention back to the carcass,
nibbling gingerly at the flesh of the man’s fingers.

2.


THE WATCHER looses the arrow. It sails across the clearing
and SKEWERS THE CAT clean through. It drops to the ground.

THE WATCHER STANDS, shaking off the ghillie suit, revealing
him to us for the first time.

He wears a weather-beaten knee-length duster. Hooded sweater
with more layers beneath that. Torn pants and scuffed work
boots. Everything filthy and battered from years of wear.

Along with the goggles, his face remains obscured by a
DISPOSABLE PAPER DUST MASK and a CRUDELY-FASHIONED FUR HAT
with dangling ear flaps that may once itself have been a cat.

Around his neck he wears a silver SAINT CHRISTOPHER PENDANT
hanging from a frayed twine cord.

His name is ELI.

He shoulders the bow and walks across the clearing. Crouches
beside the dead cat and pulls out the arrow. Wipes the blood
from the shaft, then reaches down to collect the body.

Suddenly the cat SCREECHES AND FLAILS WILDLY! Eli recoils,
falling backward, stunned, as the cat – MORTALLY WOUNDED BUT
FIGHTING TO THE DEATH – bites and claws desperately at him.

Eli struggles violently with the cat, wrestling it to the
ground and grabbing up a HUNK OF FALLEN BRANCH. He holds the
writhing animal down and CLUBS IT until it lays still.

He sits back, breathing harder than the dustmask will allow.
He yanks it down, revealing the dirty, unshaven face beneath.
Impossible to tell his age, but certainly not a young man.

For a moment he just sits there. Then bundles up the dead cat
and returns to the mangled tree stump. Folds away his ghillie
suit into a nearby RUCKSACK which he hauls up onto his back.

A canteen dangles from the backpack, a SHOTGUN strapped to
its side. Eli reaches down for his final possession – an old
SAMURAI SWORD in a scabbard which he slings across his back.

He gazes up at the sky. A snowflake drifts down and lands on
his cheek. He reaches up and brushes it away, leaving a BLACK
SMEAR on his face. Not snow after all, but some kind of ASH.

EXT. FOREST ROAD – DAY

Eli emerges from the treeline onto the cracked and ruptured
asphalt. Lined by more of those ghostly, stripped-bare trees.

3.


He sniffs the air, breathing it in. Checks the road in both
directions. Deserted. A few yards away is the rusted, burned-
out chassis of a CAR. He heads toward it.

The car rests half on the road, half in the adjacent ditch.
Stripped of its tires and engine. In the driver’s seat is a
MUMMIFIED BODY. A BULLET HOLE piercing its forehead.

Eli regards the body dispassionately. Tries the door handle
but it’s jammed. He yanks on it harder and eventually
wrenches it open. He leans in and checks the man’s feet.

They’re bare. No shoes or socks. Eli curses under his breath.

He leaves the car behind and heads on down the road. As he
walks away, we see that the sole of one of his boots has worn
loose, held in place now only by a rubber band.

EXT. ROAD – DAY

Eli continues down the road. He ambles along slowly, a man in
no hurry. A man who has been walking a long time.

The road has since emerged from the forest. Passing now
through a wasteland of dead scrub brush and urban junk.

The sun beats down from directly overhead. The sky has no
color to it, paper-white. The unfiltered sun’s stark light
leaves everything seeming bleached-out, over-exposed.

CRANE UP as Eli walks on. On the horizon is the silhouette of
a CITY. Or what was once a city. Columns of BLACK SMOKE rise
from within, casting a deathly pall over the skyline. BURNED
AND BROKEN SKYSCRAPERS jut out like tombstones.

Eli reaches a fork in the road and stops. The road he’s on
appears to wind off in the direction of the ruined city on
the horizon. The other fork continues on into the wasteland.

After a brief pause, Eli changes direction and heads off down
the other fork, away from the city.

EXT. ABANDONED TOWN – DAY

Little more than a main street lined with storefronts. Eli
walks steadily along, side-stepping rubble and debris.
Ignoring the petrified corpses lying in the street.

He passes by abandoned stores, every one picked clean. Empty
shelves, smashed windows. Looted and burned. He doesn’t even
look inside, knowing already that he will find nothing.

Until he comes to a store that does cause him to stop. An old-
fashioned sign squeaks on rusted hinges in the breeze.

4.


ED’S SHOES – GENTLEMEN’S AND LADIES’ FOOTWEAR

He steps into the doorway and pushes open the door. It swings
open on its one remaining hinge before splintering away from
the frame and crashing to the floor in a cloud of dust.

INT. SHOE STORE – CONTINUOUS

Eli steps inside. Like all the others, the store has been
cleaned out. Shoe racks and empty boxes strewn over the
floor. The whole place reeking of dead, musty air.

Eli looks around, just to be sure. Drags his sheathed sword
idly along the empty racks as he checks them. Nothing.

As he turns back for the door, his foot nudges against a shoe
box. It’s not empty. He crouches down, flips the lid off
hopefully… and pulls out a LADY’S HIGH-HEELED SHOE.

He strokes the shoe leather with his hand. Shakes his head
grimly, then tosses the shoe back into the box and leaves.

EXT. ABANDONED HOUSE – DAY

On the outskirts of town. In disrepair – peeling paint,
broken windows, damp-stained walls – but habitable.

Eli stands in the front yard, surrounded by brownish,
overgrown weeds. Thinking it over. Turns to face the setting
sun. It will be dark soon. He turns back toward the house.

INT. ABANDONED HOUSE – DAY

The front door is sent CRASHING OPEN with a hard kick,
revealing Eli silhouetted in the fading sunlight. The shotgun
unhitched from his pack and held ready. He moves inside.

Another dead place. Flies buzzing in the still, dank air.
Everything covered in a thick layer of dust but otherwise
largely preserved. An eerie snapshot of a world long gone.

KITCHEN

Every cupboard empty. Eli checks each one, poking around in
the dark corners with his sword, but finds nothing but dust.

He opens the freezer, checks inside. Empty save for a small
ICEBOX. The lid stuck fast with mildew and gunk. Eli digs at
it with his grimy fingernails and manages to pry it open.

Inside are the wizened, petrified remains of a HUMAN HAND.
Floating in slimy, discolored water. The smell vile and thick
enough to make Eli retch. He quickly jams the lid back on.

5.


BEDROOM

A wooden bedframe stripped clean. The dresser drawers have
been emptied and lie strewn across the floor. Eli moves
toward a large walk-in closet and opens the door.

No clothes inside – just the near-fossilized corpse of a MAN
HANGING BY A NOOSE. Twisting gently back and forth.

Unfazed, Eli crouches down and checks the man’s feet. An old
pair of Converse All-Stars hang limp from the man’s skeletal
ankles. Eli calmly sets about unlacing them.

He checks the size; they’re a fit. He upturns each shoe and
shakes the old flakes of mummified flesh from them. Discards
his ruined boots and puts on the sneakers, laces them up.

He walks around, pacing up and down, getting a feel for the
new shoes. They feel good. For the first time, he smiles.

LATER

Eli sits in the corner, roasting the carcass of the dead cat
over a small CAMPFIRE. He cleans the animal’s pelts as he
watches it cook. Pokes at the meat with a pen-knife, checking
it for done-ness. It appears ready to eat.

He clasps his hands together in prayer.

ELI
Dear Lord, thank you for your
generosity in providing us today
with this bountiful feast.

He speaks QUIETLY, his voice barely above a whisper. Even so,
we catch the accent – a RASPY, OLD-WORLD MIDWEST DRAWL, like
John Wayne or some other long-forgotten western icon.

ELI
Thank you for the many gifts that
you have given me. Thank you for
your protection and your guidance.
Thank you for bringing me this far.
I know my long journey’s end is
near. I ask now only for the
strength and the courage to
complete the task that you in your
infinite wisdom saw fit to bestow
upon me over all men. I won’t let
you down. Amen.

He signs a cross over himself, then uses the knife to saw off
a chunk of meat. Takes a bite, savoring the taste with great
relish. To him, it’s grade-A filet mignon.

6.


ELI
Hey. You hungry?

It appears as though he is talking to himself… until a RAT
emerges from his coat pocket, whiskers twitching keenly. Eli
offers it some meat. The rat gnaws enthusiastically at it.

SUNDOWN

The last of the waning sunlight shafts through the bedroom’s
broken window. Eli rummages through his backpack, pulls out a
SMALL PACKAGE wrapped in cloth and tied fast with string.

He sits back in his corner and carefully unwraps it. It’s an
OLD LEATHER-BOUND BOOK. The binding cracked and pages dog-
eared, thumbed through a thousand times and more.

Eli gazes lovingly at it. Lets his fingers play across the
beat-up old leather cover. A cherished thing.

He begins to read, half-hidden in the shadows of the fading
sunlight. Silently mouthing the words as he reads them.

MANY PAGES LATER

Eli closes the book and parcels it back up as before.
Replaces it in his pack, then reaches in for something else.

A CAR BATTERY. Old and streaked with acid stains. Attached to
a tangled bunch of ELECTRICAL WIRING and JUMPER CABLES. Eli
reaches into his pocket and produces:

AN IPOD. Badly beat-up, the case pretty much held together
with duct tape. But functional. Eli attaches the battery
cable to the iPod and places the headphones in his ears.

The music plays. Mozart’s Piano Concerto No. 20 in D Minor.
Eli rests back against the wall and pushes the volume way up.

THE MUSIC SWELLS. Eli’s fingers dance and swoop in the air,
as though conducting an orchestra, as he is transported by
the music to another world, a world far from this one.

MORNING

Sunlight shafts through the window. Eli sits slumped in the
exact same position, headphones still in his ears. Asleep.

The rat scurries up Eli’s chest and licks his face. Slowly,
he wakes, realizing he fell asleep with his music still on.
Checks the battery. It’s dead, drained overnight. He frowns.

He gets to his feet, moves to the window and checks outside.
All seems quiet. He loads up his backpack and weapons.

7.


ELI
Come on now.

The rat scurries up his leg, onto his duster and disappears
into the breast pocket. Eli turns and moves out.

EXT. ABANDONED HOUSE – MORNING

The gate squeaks shut behind Eli as he exits the front yard.

He breathes in the air, turns to feel the warm morning sun on
his face. Then turns away from it and walks on down the road.

EXT. ROAD – DAY

The landscape barren and featureless, road lined with dead
trees. Eli walks along the warped and broken asphalt.

The road is strewn with burned-out cars and debris from a
world long dead. A warped metal sign by the side of the road
reads: LITTER REMOVAL NEXT TWO MILES BY: “CIRCUIT CITY”.

Up ahead is a HUNCHED FIGURE by the side of the road. Eli
arrives to see that it’s a YOUNG WOMAN. Bone-thin, dressed in
filthy rags. Skin plagued by an unpleasant rash.

The SHOPPING CART she was pushing has overturned into a
roadside ditch, spilling its contents. Blankets, tins of
food, old clothes. She’s on her knees trying to gather it up.

She looks up as she sees Eli approaching. Instantly cowers
from him, raising her hands to protect herself. Terrified.

YOUNG WOMAN
Oh. Please don’t hurt me. Here,
take anything you want. You want
some food? Take it.

She offers him a can of pet food with a trembling hand. Eli
stands there looking at her. His expression impossible to
read behind the mirrored goggles.

ELI
I’m not going to hurt you.

YOUNG WOMAN
That’s what the last guys said.

Eli bends down and picks up a couple of the cart’s spilled
contents. Steps forward and offers them to her.

ELI
Here.

8.


She blinks. Unsure. Cautiously she reaches out and takes it.

YOUNG WOMAN
Could you help me? The wheel came
off. I can’t fix it. Maybe if I
could get it out of the ditch. But
I can’t.

Eli looks at the cart. It has come to rest in the ditch just
inches from a THICK BRACKEN HEDGEROW that lines the road.

He looks again at the girl. Her faded blouse is unbuttoned,
revealing a little cleavage. Her skirt torn along the leg,
showing more than a little thigh. Almost deliberate.

He sniffs the air. Watches the hedgerow warily. Just like the
cat he hunted, his senses heightened and on alert.

Behind the hedge, THREE ROADSIDE BANDITS are crouched,
waiting to pounce. Each armed with a crude blunt weapon. They
exchange anxious looks.

ELI sniffs the air again – then backs away from the girl.

ELI
One good thing about no soap any
more. You can smell the road agents
a mile off.

The girl’s face falls as Eli backs up. The three bandits
EMERGE FROM THE HEDGEROW, brandishing their weapons. A couple
of them wear old sunglasses and goggles similar to Eli’s.

The BANDIT LEADER grabs the girl by a fistful of hair as he
passes, yanking her painfully to her feet.

BANDIT LEADER
Dumb bitch. What did we tell you?

He pushes her away, she crumples to the road in a heap.

Eli backs away, but TWO MORE ARMED BANDITS drop from hiding
in the trees behind, cutting off his escape, surrounding him.

BANDIT LEADER
What you got there in the pack?

ELI
Nothing.

BANDIT LEADER
Yeah, that’s what they all say. How
about you take it off real slow and
tip it out so’s we can take a look?

9.


BANDIT #2 notices the shotgun strapped to the pack.

BANDIT #2
He’s got a gun.

BANDIT LEADER
Shit, it ain’t loaded. They never
are. Ain’t that right, old man?
(BEAT)
Open the fucking pack or die.

ELI
I can’t do that.

The bandit leader steps forward aggressively. Now within
striking distance of Eli. He grins, teeth filthy and rotten.

BANDIT LEADER
Want us to do it for you? We can
get it off real easy after we’ve
hacked your fucking arms off.

Eli remains perfectly calm. And though he speaks with a soft,
even tone, there is something formidable about his voice.

ELI
It’s real important you boys listen
to me and understand. The man I
work for, you do not want to cross
him. See, I’m under his protection.
You stand in my way, you stand in
his. And he will cut you down with
a righteous fury – through me. For
I am his faithful instrument.

BEAT. The bandit leader looks at Eli incredulously… and
then LAUGHS. The other bandits laugh along nervously.

BANDIT LEADER
What the hell are you, some kinda
preacher?

ELI
Something like that.

BANDIT LEADER
Well I got news for you, preacher
man. Whatever kinda God you reckon
yourself to be working for, he left
these parts a long time ago. He
ain’t here to protect your ass. Now
take off the pack and set it on the
ground.

10.


Eli doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word. The bandit leader takes
another step forward and shoves him in the shoulder.

BANDIT LEADER
You fucking listening to me?

ELI
I hear you. You lay that hand on me
again and you will not get it back.

The other bandits exchange nervous looks. This is not how
it’s supposed to go.

BANDIT LEADER
All right, I had just about enough
of this shit…

He lunges forward, grabs the shoulder strap of Eli’s pack.

If you blinked, you missed it. But somehow Eli has now drawn
his sword. A RIVULET OF BLOOD snakes down along the blade and
drips onto the asphalt.

Bandit leader’s hand is still gripped firmly around Eli’s
shoulder strap. But it’s no longer connected to his arm. The
SEVERED HAND hangs there from the strap, dripping blood.

Bandit leader staggers backward and raises the bloody stump
where his hand once was. Looks at it in shock and horror.

BANDIT LEADER
What… you just… he just cut my
fucking hand off! My fucking hand!

Eli pries the hand loose from the strap and tosses it onto
the road as bandit leader’s legs give out and he slumps to
the asphalt. His eyes dart around, as though confused.

BANDIT LEADER
What you standin’ around for? Kiss
him!

BANDIT #3
What’s he talkin’ about, kiss him?

ELI
He’s in shock. He means “kill him”.

A tense BEAT. And then the four remaining bandits ATTACK ELI
ALL AT ONCE, weapons flailing.

Eli flourishes the sword. A BLUR, TOO FAST TO FOLLOW. But
it’s clear he is possessed of an inhuman level of skill.

11.


It is over in moments. The four bandits LAY SLAIN IN THE
ROAD, blood pooling out onto the asphalt.

The bandit leader crawls toward his severed hand, a few yards
away. Eli steps in and kicks it out of his reach.

ELI
I told you you wouldn’t be getting
that back.

Bandit leader looks up to see the figure of Eli bearing down
on him, silhouetted ominously against the sun. He looks for a
moment like an avenging angel, something not of this world.

BANDIT LEADER
Who are you?

ELI
My name is Eli.

And with that, Eli runs him through with his sword.

He turns to see the young woman slumped in the road, sobbing.
She cowers again as he approaches, certain that she is next.

He WALKS PAST HER. Sheathes his sword, then pulls out the
shopping cart from the ditch and rights it. The woman watches
incredulously as he gathers up her supplies into the cart.

ELI
Take it and go on your way. And
don’t fall in with men like these
again. No good can come.

She looks at him, puzzled.

YOUNG WOMAN
Why are you doing this?

Eli says nothing. Walks back to the slain bandits, crouches
beside them and begins searching their bodies.

He takes a scarf from around the neck of one. Finds a Zippo
lighter on another, checks that it works and pockets it.

LATER

The five bodies are lined neatly in the ditch, half-covered
with dirt. The best burial they are going to get.

Eli stands before them, head bowed in prayer. He speaks
quietly and quickly, a speech he has given many times.

12.


ELI
God, the father of mercies, through
the death and resurrection of his
son has reconciled the world to
himself and sent the holy spirit
among us for the forgiveness of
sins.

The young woman stands a few yards away, watching him,
transfixed. She has never seen anyone like him.

ELI
Through the ministry of the church
may he give you pardon and peace,
and I absolve you from your sins in
the name of the father, and of the
son, and of the holy spirit. Amen.

He turns and walks away down the road, passing the woman.

YOUNG WOMAN
Thank you. You’re… a good man.

ELI
There are no good men on the road.

YOUNG WOMAN
Where are you going?

ELI
West.

YOUNG WOMAN
Can… can I come with you?

He doesn’t even turn back to look at her.

ELI
No.

He walks on, into the horizon.

EXT. FREEWAY OVERPASS – DAY

Straddling the desert like a giant, crumbling monument to a
long-dead civilization. Eli steadily climbs his way up.

He comes to an abrupt stop as we realize suddenly that the
overpass has COLLAPSED at mid-point. RUSTED IRON RODS jut out
from where the roadway has been severed.

Eli just stands there at the edge for a moment, feeling the
wind whip around him, his coat fluttering in the breeze.

13.


The overpass’s collapsed section is now just a MOUNTAINOUS
PILE OF RUBBLE that leads down to the road below.

Eli steps onto the rubble. About to make his way down when he
FREEZES. He hears something. The faintest of sounds. He takes
cover, peering down at the road beneath the overpass to see:

TWO PEOPLE walking together on the road. We see everything
from ELI’S P.O.V. – too far to make out much detail, but
apparently it is a MIDDLE-AGED COUPLE.

The man pushes along an OLD WHEELBARROW covered by a tarp as
the woman, seemingly his wife, walks alongside. The barrow’s
rusted wheel gives out a plaintive, rhythmic SQUEAK.

Eli ducks down again as he hears something else. This time
much louder. The menacing growl of MOTORCYCLE ENGINES.

FOUR BIKES IN TOTAL. Riding out of the horizon, closing in on
the couple. They see the bikes coming and panic. Try
desperately to steer the barrow off the road.

The bikes screech to a halt and the FOUR RIDERS dismount.
Brandishing a variety of weapons. The couple make a run for
it but they’re quickly chased down and tackled to the ground.

The woman SCREAMS and struggles helplessly as the bikers
swarm over the man like a pack of predatory animals.

The woman is pulled to the ground and the clothes stripped
from her. Eli turns away. He knows what comes next.

Eli listens as the woman screams and screams. He reaches for
his shotgun… hesitates… then withdraws his hand.

ELI
It ain’t your concern. Stay on the
path. It ain’t your concern. Stay
on the path.

Eli repeats it like a mantra. He clearly wants to intervene,
but will not permit himself to. Instead, he simply sits and
waits grimly as the woman continues to scream for help. And
then finally, suddenly, is silenced.

Down below, the bodies of the man and woman lay dead and
bloodied in the dirt. The bikers tear the tarp from the
wheelbarrow, spilling its contents onto the asphalt.

They ferret through the items, scavenging a few items – we
don’t see what – and stuffing them into an old cloth satchel.
They leave the rest strewn in the road and ride off in the
direction they came, dust pluming in their wake.

14.


Eli waits until the sound of the motorcycles has receded into
the far distance before emerging from his hiding place.

EXT. ROAD BENEATH OVERPASS – DAY

Eli crouches on one knee before the murdered couple. He signs
a cross over their ravaged bodies as he mutters a prayer
under his breath. Then stands and continues on down the road.

EXT. ROAD FORK – DAY

More desolate wasteland as far as the eye can see. The road
forks again here. Eli arrives at the junction and stops.

The road Eli is on leads further into the west. The other
fork heads toward a SMALL TOWN just visible on the horizon.

A HAND-PAINTED SIGN has been driven into the dirt nearby. No
words, just a series of CRUDE PICTOGRAMS. A BED. A PLATE OF
FOOD. A WATER FAUCET. AN ARROW points toward the town.

Eli pauses, thinking it over. Retrieves the iPod from his
pocket. Clicks the button, but no response. He sighs.

He turns and heads down the other fork, toward town.

EXT. DESERT TOWN – OUTSKIRTS – DAY

A primitive, sprawling village of tents and barn-like
structures. Built from corrugated iron, rotted wood, molded
plastic, tarpaulin – materials scavenged from the old world.

HUDDLED RESIDENTS are dressed in little more than rags, many
wearing goggles like Eli’s to shield their eyes from the sun.

Eli stands at the edge of town. Reluctant to enter, but he
braces himself and walks on in. And as he rounds a corner,
entering the center of town, an astonishing sight:

EXT. DESERT TOWN – MAIN STREET – CONTINUOUS

The broad thoroughfare now all that remains of whatever town
once stood here. Many of the old storefronts still largely
intact but patched up with salvaged materials. The asphalt
street warped and cracked, parking meters bent and smashed.

It’s a lot like the abandoned town Eli passed through
earlier, except VERY MUCH ALIVE – BUSTLING WITH TOWNSFOLK.

It’s at once a familiar and also a disturbing sight – like an
old Norman Rockwell painting of classic small-town America,
but filtered through the devastating eye of an apocalypse. An
unsettling juxtaposition of the old world and the new.

15.


The centerpiece of the town is a GRAND THEATER at the head of
the main street. THE PALLADIUM. Like the rest of the town,
badly damaged and shoddily fixed-up. But still standing.

Eli walks down the street and approaches a BLACKSMITH,
hammering out a metal plate over an anvil outside his store.

ELI
You got an engineer or a fuelman
around here?

The blacksmith doesn’t look up from his work but motions
toward a storefront at the far end of the street.

ELI
Thanks.

Eli heads down the street. Stopping when he comes across a
STATUE erected in the center of the road. A TALL MAN crudely
fashioned in clay. One hand placed paternally on the head of
a SMALL CHILD, the other outstretched toward the sun.

As he observes the statue, Eli notices that passing residents
take a moment to PAUSE AND GENUFLECT before it. Worshipping.

Curious, Eli reaches up and runs his hand over the statue’s
face. Then hears SHUFFLING FEET behind him and turns as a
PARADE OF EMACIATED MEN AND WOMEN trudges past. Roped
together at the waist, each man leading the one behind.

Heads shaved, thin from malnutrition. And each one BLIND.
They gaze at the ground with pale, dead eyes. They carry
picks, shovels and other tools – a sightless CHAIN GANG.

Eli watches as the pathetic parade shuffles past, herded like
cattle by a brutish CHAIN GANG BOSS who swats at them with a
stick to keep them moving and indicate direction.

CHAIN GANG BOSS
Come on, move it!

The gang boss glares at Eli as he passes by. Eli doesn’t
return the look, just continues crossing the street as the
blind are herded away. Headed toward a wooden building with a
pictogram of a LIGHTNING BOLT suspended above the door.

INT. ENGINEER WORKSHOP – CONTINUOUS

Whatever this place once was, it’s now a kind of POST-
APOCALYPTIC RADIO SHACK. Shelves display a variety of goods.
Engine parts. Old electrical wiring. Small appliances.

An old ELECTRIC GENERATOR rumbles noisily, powering strings
of multi-colored CHRISTMAS LIGHTS that hang all around.

16.


Behind the main counter a convoluted Rube Goldberg-esque
STILL is running. An ENGINEER in a leather apron pours the
remnants of a can of motor oil into the still’s funnel.

Attached to the still is an old MOTORCYCLE MIRROR. In its
reflection the engineer sees Eli checking out the store.

Without turning around, he reaches surreptitiously behind the
counter for something.

Eli turns toward the counter – to find the engineer training
a PUMP-ACTION SHOTGUN right at him.

ENGINEER
I don’t know you.

Eli slowly raises his hands.

ELI
I’m not from around here.

ENGINEER
No shit. Who are you?

ELI
I’m just a customer.

ENGINEER
A customer with a shotgun?

He nods toward the shotgun visible on Eli’s backpack.

ENGINEER
You come in here to rip me off?

The engineer’s hands tremble, his finger tight on the
trigger. This man needs to be talked down carefully.

ELI
No. I’ll set it down. Okay?

ENGINEER
Slowly!

Eli nods. Unhitches the pack and sets it down, steps away.

ENGINEER
You carry a gun in the outland, you
don’t bring one into town less you
live there. Don’t you know that?

ELI
I’m sorry, I forgot. I’ve been on
the road a long time.

17.


This seems to make the engineer more suspicious of Eli.

ENGINEER
Show me your hand.

ELI
I’m not a-

The engineer jerks the shotgun at Eli nervously.

ENGINEER
I said show me your fucking hand!

Eli raises his hand and holds it outstretched, palm faced
downward. The engineer watches it closely for any sign of
ticks or tremors, but Eli’s hand stays steady as a rock.

ELI
I’m not one of them.

The sight of the steady hand seems to reassure the engineer a
little. Finally, he lowers the shotgun.

ENGINEER
What do you want?

ELI
I’m just passing through. I need
some help. I can pay.

ENGINEER
What kinda help? And what kinda
pay?

ELI
I’m going to get something out of
my pack. Okay?

The engineer raises the shotgun nervously again.

ELI
I know, I know. Slowly.

The engineer watches him like a hawk as Eli opens up his pack
and pulls out the car battery. When he sees it, he gasps.

ENGINEER
Holy shit.

Eli places it on the counter. The engineer looks it over with
awe, like it’s a priceless historical artifact.

ENGINEER
Where’d you find this?

18.


ELI
Years ago, in the outland back east
aways.

ENGINEER
Does it work?

ELI
Yeah, it just needs a charge. Can
you do it? I got the cables.

ENGINEER
Depends if you also got the coin.

Eli pulls the Zippo lighter from his pocket. The engineer
picks it up, sparks the flint, watches the flame flicker.

ENGINEER
It’ll take a couple hours. There’s
a bar across the street you can
wait, they just opened up.

ELI
I’ll wait here.

ENGINEER
You don’t trust me?

ELI
(SMILES)
I don’t know you.

INT. PALLADIUM – AUDITORIUM – DAY

This once grand theater have been largely gutted – seats torn
out, fixtures and fittings stripped, curtains ripped from the
stage. But still, there’s a sense of grandeur to this place.

Looking out over the stage, a ROYAL BOX – once the most
prestigious seat in the house – has been converted into an
OFFICE of sorts. Seats removed and replaced by an ORNATE
MAHOGANY DESK facing inward, a CHANDELIER suspended above it.

The whole set-up is gaudy and ostentatious – the work of
someone who wants to project an aura of power and wealth, but
has no taste whatsoever.

A TALL MAN is seated in a battered leather armchair behind
the desk, deeply involved in an OLD PAPERBACK BOOK.

The book’s cover is faded and partially torn away, the title
still just visible: 7 HABITS OF HIGHLY EFFECTIVE PEOPLE.

19.


The man is OLDER than most we’ve seen. His skin weathered by
the elements and by a long life’s experience. One of the very
few people we’ve seen in this world close to Eli’s age – and
unlike everyone else we’ve seen, he appears healthy and well-
groomed. A rich mane of hair, full set of teeth.

He wears a tattered SUIT AND TIE. None of it matches,
everything scavenged from different outfits and eras. But he
looks almost civilized. Respectable. His name is CARNEGIE.

He looks up from his book at the sound of a POLITE COUGH O.S.

REDRIDGE stands before him. Tall, powerfully built.

CARNEGIE
What is it?

His accent is like caramel. A RICH, DEEP-SOUTH DRAWL.

REDRIDGE
Survey team just finished up their
inspection. It ain’t good.

Carnegie lowers his book. Concerned.

CARNEGIE
How bad is it?

REDRIDGE
Pressure is down again, and going
by the new rod they sank levels’re
lower than they’ve ever been.

Carnegie stands. Thinking. This is bad news.

CARNEGIE
How long?

REDRIDGE
Hard to say. Six months, maybe. A
little longer if we’re careful. But
we’re already-

CARNEGIE
Halve the rations.

REDRIDGE
We just halved `em last-

CARNEGIE
So halve them again!

BEAT. Carnegie stares Redridge down. Nobody but nobody
questions his orders.

20.


REDRIDGE
You’re going to have to say
something. Folks were none too
happy last time. Gonna be worse
now, you can count on it.

Carnegie sighs, rubs his brow. He knows Redridge is right.

EXT. DESERT TOWN – MAIN STREET – DAY

A LARGE CROWD OF TOWNSFOLK – several hundred strong – has
assembled outside the Palladium theater. AN ARMED CREW OF
CARNEGIE’S GOONS keeps watch over the crowd.

Carnegie stands on a BALCONY above the theater marquee. He
treats the balcony like a pulpit, speaking through a
MICROPHONE connected to an old PA SYSTEM that carries his
words to the far reaches of the crowd.

CARNEGIE
I want you all to remember how far
we’ve come together. And how far we
still can go, if only we believe.
When I brought us here to this
oasis – this promised land – we
knew there would be hardships. Knew
there would be sacrifices. But we
also knew that we were creating for
ourselves a world where we could be
safe from the horrors of the
forsaken lands beyond our borders.

The crowd listens intently, hanging on Carnegie’s every word.
He is an incredibly charismatic and persuasive speaker – his
cultivated image and inspiring, confident delivery remind us
of a TELEVISION EVANGELIST.

CARNEGIE
And I want you all to remember
above all that it is not the water
with which we have been blessed
that is the true lifeblood of this
town… but faith.

This sends a MURMUR OF DISCONTENT through the crowd. Many
don’t like where they suspect this may be going. Carnegie
senses this and dials up his rhetoric – delivering it now
with the fire-brand passion of an old-time baptist preacher.

CARNEGIE
It is our faith that sustains us,
brothers and sisters! Hallelujah!

21.


The crowd is divided. Many return the “Hallelujah” with
varying levels of conviction. Others are not convinced. But
Carnegie continues unabated, selling it harder than ever.

CARNEGIE
And mark me, the ultimate
validation of that faith is coming!
The sacred Word of Our Lord that
formed the world before and will
reform it once again is coming to
this town to bring it succor, bring
it nourishment, bring it new life!
For the Almighty Himself has spoken
unto me and promised it!

Carnegie is such an impassioned and inspiring speaker it’s
almost impossible not to get caught up and swept away by his
words. His apparently unshakable belief is infectious.

CARNEGIE
In the meantime, He has asked us
all to be patient. To walk the hard
road of the faithful just a little
longer. And to do that, we must
give just a little more.
(BEAT)
Water rations will be halved until
further notice.

This sends a much broader ripple of discontent through the
crowd – this news has not been received well at all. Some
still “keep the faith” but many more are perturbed by this.

Carnegie motions for the crowd to settle down.

CARNEGIE
I understand your frustration. The
road to salvation is a difficult
one – but what lies at the end of
that road is a greater glory,
beyond anything you can imagine.

A DISCONTENTED VILLAGER steps forward, pushing through the
crowd and jabbing his finger angrily up at Carnegie.

DISCONTENTED VILLAGER
We’ve heard this all before! When
are you going to-

Carnegie’s goons quickly move in and efficiently SILENCE THE
MAN, removing him from the crowd. Dissent is not tolerated
here. Carnegie goes on speaking as if nothing had happened.

22.


CARNEGIE
I know each and every one of you
will understand the necessity of
this action. It was faith that
built this town – and faith that
will sustain it even through the
dark times that may lie ahead. But
it is always darkest before dawn –
and the new dawn is coming.
(BEAT)
May God go with you all.

Carnegie steps back inside, leaving the crowd to talk among
themselves, clearly mixed about what they have heard.

As the assembled townsfolk disperse, FOUR MOTORCYCLES roar
into town and pull up outside the Palladium.

As the riders dismount, one detaches a CLOTH SATCHEL from his
bike’s cargo rack. The four riders head inside. They each
have long, straggly hair and brutish expressions.

We recognize them now as the BIKER BANDITS who killed the
couple on the road under the freeway overpass.

INT. PALLADIUM – SECOND FLOOR – DAY

Carnegie emerges into the second-floor hallway from the
balcony, mopping his brow. Exhausted and stressed from his
grand theatrical display, and from its mixed reception.

Redridge climbs the stairs to meet him.

REDRIDGE
One of the road crews just rolled
into town.

Carnegie looks at his cracked old wristwatch.

CARNEGIE
Of course they did, the bar’s open.
Outlanders, always looking for
answers at the bottom of a bottle.

REDRIDGE
Not these guys.
(BEAT)
These guys say they got something.

That gets Carnegie’s attention.

CARNEGIE
Get them up here now.

23.


INT. PALLADIUM – MAIN LOBBY – DAY

What was once a grand, gilded entrance foyer has, like the
rest of the theater, been largely gutted. But it’s still
impressive – a spacious bar area with a grand staircase
leading up to a second floor, entrance to balcony seats, etc.
FADED OLD THEATER POSTERS still hang from the walls.

The place has been shabbily converted into a kind of SALOON.
Old ripped-out theater seats arranged around tables. A
FIREPLACE sputters dimly.

A MANGY TABBY CAT walks across the straw-laden floor. A dozen
or so CUSTOMERS in the place, a mixed, rough-looking bunch.

Redridge emerges from an upstairs room and nods to a group of
his MEN who are holding the bikers at the foot of the stairs.

INT. PALLADIUM AUDITORIUM – CARNEGIE’S BOX

Carnegie checks his reflection in a CRACKED HAND MIRROR,
licks his palm and slicks his hair back. He adjusts his tie
as Redridge’s men usher the bikers into his “office”.

Carnegie wheels around and flashes a smile at them. Just as
when he gave his balcony address, Carnegie is in performance
mode – charismatic and slick like a campaigning politician.

CARNEGIE
Gentlemen! It’s truly a delight to
see you again! I understand your
latest excursion into the outland
has been a profitable one?

The bikers exchange looks. They understood maybe half the
words in that sentence. The lead biker – named HOG – speaks.

HOG
We did good.

CARNEGIE
Well, let’s see, shall we?

Hog tips the satchel’s contents out onto Carnegie’s desk.

BOOKS. About a dozen different volumes of all shapes and
sizes. Carnegie rifles excitedly through the collection.

We see various titles as he sorts through them. Treasure
Island. The Da Vinci Code. A volume of encyclopedia. The
Diary of Anne Frank. Tuesdays with Morrie.

In amongst the books are a few MAGAZINES. An old issue of
OPRAH magazine. A torn copy of SPORTS ILLUSTRATED…

24.


…And a NEWSWEEK. The cover graphic illustrates OPPOSING
NUCLEAR ARSENALS over a world globe. On one side the STARS
AND STRIPES, on the other flags indicating a SINO-ISLAMIC
ALLIANCE. The headline reads: “IS THERE NO TURNING BACK?”

CARNEGIE
No. No. No. No. No.

As Carnegie rejects each book with growing disappointment and
frustration, it’s clear he’s looking for a specific volume.

CARNEGIE
It’s not here.

HOG
These ain’t worth nothin’?

CARNEGIE
When you bring me the book I asked
you for, it’ll be worth something.

The bikers exchange more looks. An unspoken conversation.

HOG
We been doin’ this a long time now.
Had to make a whole lotta corpses
to bring you all these books. You
want us to keep at it, reckon it’s
worth more than a few free glasses
of that swill you call liquor.

Carnegie’s guards bristle, ready for a confrontation.
Carnegie just smiles, always ready to smooth things over.

CARNEGIE
Gentlemen, gentlemen. I urge you
once again to take the long view
here. When we find this book – and
believe me, we will find it – we
are going to build a new world. A
world far greater, far more
righteous than this one. And you
and I are going to be perched right
on top of it, looking down upon it,
masters of all creation!

As always, his carefully stage-managed rhetoric is delivered
with the utmost conviction, every word dripping with passion
and persuasion. He’s a master salesman, a true huckster.

CARNEGIE
And you know, I think you’re
absolutely right.
(MORE)

25.

CARNEGIE (cont’d)
That is worth more than a few
glasses of liquor. A whole lot
more.

He steps forward and looks Hog right in the eye. His gaze
like a laser beam, utterly disarming.

CARNEGIE
The book I want is out there
somewhere, just waiting to be
found. Once there were millions of
copies – you only need to find one!
Find it and bring it here. And I
promise you, you will be rewarded
beyond anything you can imagine.

It’s impossible not to be swayed by this guy. He’s just so
full of fiery passion and infectious belief, you almost want
to reach into your pocket and hand over your wallet.

Hog snatches up his empty satchel.

HOG
This better not be bullshit.

He turns and marches to the door, the other bikers following.
The guards escort them out, only Redridge remains.

Carnegie slumps back into his chair, frustrated, pissed off.

REDRIDGE
Might help if they knew just what
they were looking for.

CARNEGIE
Not one of them can read. How would
they even know when they found it?

REDRIDGE
So how’s about you just tell me?

Carnegie and Redridge lock eyes. BEAT.

REDRIDGE
Two years now you been sending
these crews into the outland.
Burning up gas we can barely spare.
For a goddamn book? What the hell
kinda book can be worth all this?

Carnegie ignores him. Stands, walks toward the door. Redridge
sighs, gestures toward the books piled on Carnegie’s desk.

26.


REDRIDGE
What about these?

CARNEGIE
Put them with the others.

INT. PALLADIUM – MAIN LOBBY – DAY

Redridge stands by the marble fireplace, tossing the books
into the fire. The flames flicker and leap around the books
as their pages blacken and are consumed by the fire.

INT. ENGINEER WORKSHOP – DAY

Eli watches as the engineer charges the battery with the gas
generator, which chugs noisily.

He licks his lips, dry as sand. Unscrews his canteen to take
a drink, but it’s down to its last few drips.

ELI
What’s this place across the
street? They got any water?

ENGINEER
We got our own underground spring
here. Only fresh water in a hundred
miles – if’s you can pay for it.

Eli thinks a while longer. Then stands and stuffs his shotgun
inside his pack, shoulders his gear and makes for the door.

ELI
I’ll be back.

Eli stops in the doorway and turns back to the engineer.

ELI
If that battery ain’t here when I
get back, I will use this gun on
your kneecaps and I will put this
building to the torch and I will
watch it burn to the ground with
you alive inside it. So help me
God.

And with that he turns and leaves. The engineer gulps. Not a
hint in Eli’s voice that he didn’t mean every word.

INT. PALLADIUM – CARNEGIE’S BEDROOM – DAY

This old second-floor DRESSING ROOM has been converted into a
bedroom, simply furnished.

27.


A WOMAN stands in front of an old DRESSING ROOM MIRROR, the
bulbs around the frame burned-out and broken. She washes her
face in murky water in an old PORCELAIN BOWL on the dresser.

Her name is CLAUDIA. Early 30s, pretty. She gazes into the
mirror as she dries her hands, but it’s so cracked and warped
it’s near impossible to see a reflection.

The door opens and Carnegie enters. He still looks steamed.
Claudia doesn’t turn to look at him, keeps facing the mirror.

CLAUDIA
Is that you, honey?

Carnegie says nothing. Just paces angrily up and down.
Finally Claudia turns to face him.

CLAUDIA
Something wrong?

CARNEGIE
More books came in from the road
today.

CLAUDIA
Oh? It’s been a while.

CARNEGIE
And it’ll be a while longer. Just
another pile of useless junk. If we
don’t find the right one soon – if
I can’t give these people what they
want to hear…

Carnegie trails off, the thought too awful to contemplate.
Claudia adopts a sympathetic expression, supportive.

CLAUDIA
You’ll find what you’re looking
for. It’s out there somewhere. You
just have to have faith.

This seems to anger Carnegie. He wheels on her.

CARNEGIE
Faith? Is that what you think we’re
missing around here?

She detects the aggressive tone in his voice and goes quiet,
head bowed. Carnegie moves toward her angrily.

CARNEGIE
My old man used to have faith. He
had it in spades. My mother, too.
(MORE)

28.

CARNEGIE (cont’d)
You know where it got them? You
know where it got me?

He’s in her face now. Claudia avoids eye contact, submissive.

CARNEGIE
Faith is for the weak. It’s for
them out there, the sheep. This
world is what you can see and touch
and taste. It’s what you make it.
All these years with me, you still
don’t have any grasp of that?
What’s wrong with you, woman?

He’s shouting now, and she’s trembling, afraid to speak.

CLAUDIA
I’m sorry.

Carnegie realizes he’s frightened her. He softens.

CARNEGIE
No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to
scare you. Hey. You okay?

He lifts her chin up, wipes away a tear.

CARNEGIE
You just get me all riled up with
that kind of talk. It’s not what I
need from you right now.
(SMILES)
You know what I need right now?

He puts his hands on her lustfully. It’s clear she’s not in
the mood, but she halfheartedly responds anyway. More out of
a sense of wifely duty than reciprocated passion.

As they kiss, Carnegie pushes her excitedly against the wall
and feverishly begins unbuckling his pants.

INT. PALLADIUM – MAIN LOBBY – DAY

The original customers have now been joined by the four
bikers, who sit at their own table drinking a clear and
pungent moonshine-type liquor from a shared jar.

Eli enters. All eyes are on him immediately, regarding him
with guarded interest as he pulls up a stool at the bar.

The BARTENDER approaches, looks him up and down. Suspicious.

BARTENDER
Outlander? Let me see-

29.


Eli raises his hand as before. Holds it outstretched, steady.

BARTENDER
What’ll it be?

Eli places the canteen on the bar.

ELI
Water.

BARTENDER
That’s the good stuff. Gotta eat
into my own ration to sell it – so
I don’t sell it cheap.

Eli takes off his scarf and puts it on the bar. The bartender
takes it and looks it over. Not particularly impressed.

BARTENDER
That’ll get you maybe half-way.

The bartender spies Eli’s silver Saint Christopher pendant.

BARTENDER
What about that?

Eli stuffs the pendant inside his shirt. No way that’s for
sale. Instead, he reaches into his coat and produces the fur
pelts he skinned from the dead cat, lays them out on the bar.

ELI
That’s the best I got.

The bartender takes a pelt and examines it. The mangy cat
leaps up onto the bar and approaches. Sniffs at the pelts
with suspicion and HISSES at Eli.

Eli shoos the cat off the bar with a wave of his hand. At the
biker’s table Hog watches this, not happy about this.

Satisfied with the pelts, the bartender gathers them up along
with the scarf, then turns away toward the back room.

BARTENDER
Solara!

A TEENAGE GIRL emerges from the back. No older than 16 or 17.
Dressed in unflattering work clothes, face grimy, blonde hair
tied back in a ponytail. But even through all this, it’s
clear she is a strikingly beautiful young woman.

The bartender takes Eli’s canteen and hands it to Solara
along with a RATION CARD he keeps around his neck.

30.


BARTENDER
Take this out back and get it
filled.

Solara takes the canteen, pausing for a moment to look Eli up
and down. Unsure quite what to make of him, but intrigued.
There’s something about him she can’t put her finger on…

He doesn’t look back at her. She turns and exits.

EXT. DESERT TOWN – MAIN STREET – CONTINUOUS

Solara exits via the Palladium’s STAGE DOOR and walks across
the busy street to where TWO OF CARNEGIE’S ARMED MEN stand
guard around an ENCLOSURE OF CHAIN-LINK FENCE TOPPED WITH
RAZOR WIRE. TOWNSFOLK wait in line with bowls and buckets.

One of the guards recognizes Solara and lets her cut to the
front of the line. He punches two holes in her ration card
and lets her inside the chain-link enclosure.

Inside is an OLD RUSTED SPIGOT attached to a pipe emerging
from the earth. Solara cranks hard on the handle – it takes a
few pulls before the water comes, and then only at a weak
trickle; it will take a while to fill the canteen.

INT. PALLADIUM – MAIN LOBBY – CONTINUOUS

As Eli sits at the bar, a SHADOW comes into view and looms
large over him. Hog is standing behind him, glaring, cutting
a menacing figure in his armored cycle leathers.

Solara senses trouble brewing and moves off, taking Eli’s
canteen away into the back room.

HOG
That was my cat.

Eli doesn’t turn. Just looks straight ahead. Impossible to
read him behind those mirrored goggles. Utterly inscrutable.

ELI
Fine specimen.

HOG
I saw you push him off the bar.

ELI
I didn’t push him.

HOG
You raised your hand at him.

31.


ELI
Sorry. It won’t happen again.

The bartender looks at Hog nervously.

BARTENDER
Hey, how about another drink, Hog?

HOG
That cat’s been comin’ in here for
nigh on two years. It got more
right to be here than you. Who the
fuck do you think you are?

ELI
I don’t want any trouble.

Hog grabs him by the arm.

HOG
Well, that’s too bad, `cause-

Blink. Suddenly Hog’s head is pinned to the bar by nothing
more than Eli’s thumb. Pressed deep into a nerve cluster in
his neck. Eli leans in close as Hog whimpers, paralyzed.

ELI
I know you. Murderer of innocent
travelers on the road. You’re going
to spend eternity drowning in a
lake of fire for the things that
you’ve done. Did you know that?

The other bikers stand and approach, the OTHER CUSTOMERS
following suit. Eli senses the trouble gathering behind him.

ELI
You go on back to your table and
I’ll be on my way. All right?

It’s all Hog can do to just barely nod his head. Eli releases
his thumb. Hog staggers backward, gasping for breath.

Eli stands and makes toward the door, but the bikers and
other patrons have moved to block his exit.

BURLY PATRON
You push Hog, you push all of us.

Eli sighs, looks down at the floor. He’s been pushed one time
too many today. For the first time, we see anger in his face.

32.


ELI
Cursed be the ground because of
you. By toil shall you eat of it.
Thorns and thistles shall it sprout
for you. From the ground were you
taken. For dust you are.

The patrons look at Eli strangely. Who is this guy?

Eli reaches back and draws the samurai sword. Carves a line
in the dirt at his feet with the tip of the blade.

ELI
And to dust you shall return.

INT. PALLADIUM – CARNEGIE’S BEDROOM – DAY

Carnegie has Claudia pinned against the wall, his pants
bunched around his ankles, ass bared as he pounds away at
her. Not making love. This is mechanical, loveless sex.

Claudia stares vacantly over his shoulder into space as
Carnegie thrusts into her again and again. Deeply
uninterested, just waiting for it to be over.

Suddenly, we hear a CRASH O.S. Carnegie stops and listens.

CARNEGIE
Did you hear that? What was that?

Claudia sees an opening to get out of this.

CLAUDIA
Maybe you should go check.

BEAT. Carnegie keeps listening. Then comes another CRASH.

CARNEGIE
What in the hell is going on?

He pulls up his pants, grabbing a RIFLE propped by the door
as he rushes out. Claudia just stands there for a moment,
then reaches down and pulls up her panties.

She moves from the wall and makes her way across the room,
feeling her way with her hands, gazing off into nothingness.
Only now do we finally realize that she is BLIND.

INT. PALLADIUM – MAIN LOBBY – CONTINUOUS

Carnegie emerges from the bedroom onto the balcony. Looks
down over the railing – and is stunned by what he sees.

33.


CHAOS in the bar below. Eli cutting a one-man swath of mayhem
through the dozen brawlers. Most already lie dead. TWO MORE
MEN ATTACK Eli and are effortlessly felled by his sword.

Carnegie rushes hurriedly along the landing, banging loudly
on the doors of the upstairs rooms.

CARNEGIE
Get your asses out here!

ON ELI. Surrounded by the dead, only one man left standing.
Hog. He backs away as Eli circles him like a predator. Sword
held ready, the blade glistening with dark red blood.

SOLARA re-emerges from the back room with Eli’s refilled
canteen. She stops and emits a horrified GASP when she sees
the bloody carnage laid out in the bar before her.

She watches, mortified, as Eli moves toward the helpless,
terrified Hog, going in for the kill. Raising his sword…

Suddenly, Solara steps forward and CRIES OUT:

SOLARA
Stop!

Eli FREEZES. Sword hanging in the air, poised to strike. He
turns his head to where Solara stands behind the bar.

SOLARA
Please don’t.

BEAT as Eli considers. He looks back at Hog, still completely
at his mercy… and then LOWERS THE SWORD.

ELI
Go.

HOG
(CONFUSED)
…What?

ELI
It ain’t for me to judge you. Your
time for that’s gonna come. Believe
me. Now go on. Get out of here.

Hog stumbles backward through the door, into the sunlight.
Eli moves toward Solara, who stands petrified behind the bar.
Reaches out and gently pries the canteen from her loose grip.

ELI
Thank you.

34.


In the exitway, Hog turns back inside, grabbing up a BROKEN
BOTTLE from the bloody floor as he goes.

Hog rushes Eli from behind. Solara sees him coming and goes
to SCREAM – but before any sound can come, Eli flips his
sword backward and Hog runs right onto it, SKEWERING HIMSELF.

BEAT. Hog just stands there for a moment, eyes wide, frozen
in shock. His fingers go limp, dropping the bottle.

He slides off the sword and collapses to the floor, dead.

Eli wipes the sword clean and sheathes it. Looks around at
the bloodied, fallen bodies. Then back at Solara.

ELI
I’m sorry for all the mess.

As he turns and heads toward the door:

CARNEGIE (O.S.)
Hold it right there.

Accompanied by the sound of MULTIPLE GUNS COCKING.

Carnegie is on the landing, training his rifle down at Eli.
Alongside him, FIVE GUNMEN do the same. They’ve got him cold.

INT. PALLADIUM AUDITORIUM – CARNEGIE’S BOX

Carnegie sits at his desk, the huge auditorium and stage area
visible behind him. Eli stands before him. Around him are the
other gunmen, who keep their weapons trained on him.

Standing at Carnegie’s side are REDRIDGE and CLAUDIA.

CARNEGIE
So, who are you?

ELI
Nobody. A walker in the outland.

CARNEGIE
I’ve met walkers before. Not a
particularly civilized bunch. Some
have even taken to eating their own
kind, did you know that? You
wouldn’t be one of those savages
now, would you?

Carnegie’s gunmen look him over, inspecting him warily.

CARNEGIE GUNMAN
He ain’t got the shakes.

35.


Carnegie’s confident gaze remains fixed on Eli throughout.

CARNEGIE
Good. This is a civilized town.
Under God. Do you know what that
means?

Eli can’t help but react at the mention of that word.

CARNEGIE
It means we have laws here. Laws
set down long before any of us ever
walked this earth. And one of them
is, you don’t eat the flesh of your
brother. Else you’re no better than
an animal. And not welcome here.

Eli doesn’t respond. Just stands there in Carnegie’s gaze.

CARNEGIE
So what’s your business here,
friend? Walkers don’t usually come
into town less they want something.

ELI
I had a battery needed charging and
a canteen needed filling. I didn’t
come here looking for trouble.

Barely noticeable, Carnegie gestures to one of the gunmen,
who nods in acknowledgement and leaves.

CARNEGIE
Well, you sure as hell found it. Do
you know who I am?

ELI
No.

CARNEGIE
My name’s Carnegie. I own this bar.
I own the whole town. You’ve never
heard of me?

ELI
That’s you out there on the street.

CARNEGIE
Remarkable likeness, isn’t it?
You’d never guess half the men who
built it were blind. A small
tribute from a grateful people. I
was deeply touched.

36.


ELI
You had slaves build you a monument
to yourself?

The mention of that word rankles Carnegie. He walks around
the desk toward Eli, waves an admonishing finger at him.

CARNEGIE
Don’t call them slaves. That’s an
old word. I’m not a slaver. I’m
trying to help these people.

Carnegie can’t help himself – once again he is in his natural
element, spinning the argument his way, pitching. Selling.

CARNEGIE
In the outland the sightless are
preyed upon like sick animals. Here
at least they’re protected. They do
the essential work others don’t
want. And in return they eat, they
drink, they survive. Last year, a
couple of them even got married –
performed the ceremony myself.
(BEAT)
You see, I’m not exploiting these
people – I’m saving them! Any one
of them is free to leave whenever
they wish. But here they stay. And
they thank me every single day for
their salvation!

An impressive, impassioned performance. He sounds just like
an old-school TV evangelist. But Eli is unmoved.

ELI
It’s none of my business what you
do here. Like you said, it’s your
town. I just want to be on my way.

CARNEGIE
What’s your name, walker?

Eli doesn’t respond. Just stands there.

CARNEGIE
All right, I guess we just call you
Walker. Don’t see too many folks
your age these days. You lived in
the world before? You can read?

ELI
I read every day.

37.


CARNEGIE
That’s good. Good man. We educated
folk, we need to stick together, if
we’re ever going to rebuild this
world. People like you and me,
we’re the future.

ELI
What do you want with me?

CARNEGIE
Straight to the point. I like that.
Fact is, you could be in a lot of
trouble. This is a peaceful town.
You walk in here, armed, and the
next thing a dozen of my good
citizens are dead. I’ve hanged men
for less. I could hang you.
(BEAT)
Or, you could come work for me.

ELI
What?

CARNEGIE
I never once saw anyone handle
themselves the way you did down
there in that bar. I don’t know
where you learned it, but I sure as
hell could use it.

ELI
I’m not interested.

CARNEGIE
People who work for me can live
better than any walker ever
dreamed. Real beds, clean water,
hot food. Women, even. You could do
a lot worse, my friend.

ELI
I’m not your friend. And I’m not
staying. I got someplace I need to
be. Out west.

CARNEGIE
West? There is nothing west. It’s
all gone, a long time ago.

ELI
I’ve been told different.

38.


CARNEGIE
By who?

Eli doesn’t reply. Carnegie smiles, dials up the charm.

CARNEGIE
All right, look. I’m going to make
you an offer of goodwill. Stay the
night, think it over. Try a little
local hospitality. We’ll talk again
in the morning. If you’re still not
interested, you’re free to go. No
hard feelings.

ELI
Thank you for your offer. But I’d
prefer to just leave right now. So
you can either let me out of here,
or I can kill my way out.

The gunmen bristle, exchange nervous looks. Carnegie appears
unfazed. He smiles. BEAT. He looks to the gunman at the door.

CARNEGIE
Let him go.

The gunman opens the door. Eli turns and exits.

INT. ENGINEER WORKSHOP – DAY

The engineer stands behind the counter, looking worried. His
heart sinks when he sees Eli enter.

ENGINEER
Oh, shit…

ELI
How’s my battery?

ENGINEER
It’s, uh… it’s gonna take a
little longer than I thought.

ELI
How much longer?

ENGINEER
It’s gotta charge overnight. You,
uh, you can always stay here in
town, pick it up in the morning.

Eli leans in a little closer. He smells a rat.

39.


ELI
You remember what I said would
happen if I came back here and you
didn’t have my battery?

ENGINEER
It’s right here! It’s just gonna
take a while longer. I swear.

Eli looks at the engineer. Hard to be certain, but he’s
pretty sure he’s lying. Somebody got to him.

INT. PALLADIUM AUDITORIUM – CARNEGIE’S BOX

A VIOLENT COMMOTION is heard from down the hall. Suddenly one
of Carnegie’s henchmen comes flying into view as he is THROWN
HARD INTO A WALL and slumps to the floor, unconscious.

Eli storms into the box, pissed. MORE GUARDS rush in behind
him. Carnegie, seated behind his desk, waves the guards off
as he stands to greet Eli, smiling ingratiatingly as ever.

CARNEGIE
I knew you’d reconsider.

ELI
Yeah? How’d you know that?

CARNEGIE
None of the walkers I’ve seen come
here from the outland were ever
what you’d call smart. I mean all
those years out there alone on the
road, some with their brains half-
fried from eating each other – it’s
understandable why you people
aren’t the brightest bulbs in the
box. But I never met one so dumb
that he’d turn down a meal and a
bed if it was offered.

ELI
So you didn’t send someone across
the street to the engineer?

CARNEGIE
Engineer? I don’t know what you’re
talking about. If there’s something
wrong, maybe I can help.

Carnegie is a practiced liar. Much more difficult to read.

40.


CARNEGIE
This is Redridge. He’s kind of my
right-hand man around here.

Redridge – one of the two men who chased Eli into the room –
steps forward. He regards Eli with a distrustful eye.

CARNEGIE
He’ll show you to your room.

INT. PALLADIUM – GUEST BEDROOM – DUSK

Redridge opens the door and ushers Eli inside.

It’s another of the dressing rooms converted into a bedroom,
less well-appointed than Carnegie’s own. A threadbare rug.
Bed with relatively clean sheets. A sink for washing.

REDRIDGE
Enjoy your stay. There’ll be
someone outside your room all
night. If you need anything.

Redridge smirks and closes the door, leaving Eli alone. Eli
paces across the room. Finally sits down on the creaky old
bed. Trying to figure out how he managed to get stuck here.

He unshoulders his pack, sets it down. Lies down on the bed.
It’s been a while since he felt a real bed on his back.

A KNOCK at the door. Eli gets quickly to his feet.

ELI
Hello?

The door opens and CLAUDIA enters. Carrying a metal tub of
water in both hands and, atop that, a dinner tray.

CLAUDIA
I have this for you. Water for
washing and some food.

Eli just stands there. Totally unfamiliar with this kind of
situation, it’s been too long. She smiles, embarrassed.

CLAUDIA
Well… are you going to take it?

ELI
Oh. Thank you.

He takes the stuff from her, sets it on the table.

41.


CLAUDIA
You’re very welcome.

We get the impression that Claudia is as unfamiliar with this
kind of polite interaction as Eli. But she likes it.

CLAUDIA
It’ll be dark soon.

She strikes a match and lights the oil lamp on the table. The
room is lit by its flickering glow.

CLAUDIA
Can I get you anything else?

ELI
No, thank you.

CLAUDIA
Well. Have a good night.

As she turns for the door:

ELI
You’re Carnegie’s woman?

CLAUDIA
Why do you ask?

ELI
Just making conversation is all.
Haven’t had one of those in a
while. Not a real one, leastways.

Claudia smiles. Neither has she.

CLAUDIA
He found me in the outland. I was
sixteen, my family had been…
well, they were gone. There was
just me and my baby.

ELI
You had a baby?

CLAUDIA
I’d met some men on the road. Bad
men. They…

BEAT. She trails off, struggling with this unhappy memory.
Eli gets it, raises a hand reassuringly.

ELI
It’s all right.

42.


CLAUDIA
I was on the road for a year after
that. I couldn’t feed myself, let
alone my little girl. And then Bill
found us and he promised he’d take
care of us. He told me he was going
to make a place where we could be
safe. And he did. He did all that.
He built this whole town. He kept
us safe. And he raised that child
like she was his own. He’s been so
good to both of us. He saved us,
really.

There’s a bittersweet quality to Claudia’s words. As though
there is more to the story than she is telling.

Eli pulls out a chair at the table, offers it to her.

ELI
You want to eat some?

She smiles and sits. Eli sits across from her.

ELI
When did you go blind? In the war?
You get caught in a flash?

CLAUDIA
No, I was born this way. I think
I’m lucky like that.

ELI
Lucky?

CLAUDIA
It’s not like I ever knew what I’m
missing. I was already used to
being like this by the time… by
the time it all happened. So I got
around pretty good even when I was
on my own. And now it’s easy. I
know every creaky old floorboard in
here, and it’s not like I ever go
any place else. Bill would never
allow it. He worries about me so
much.

Again, bittersweet. The sense that Claudia feels trapped.
Thinking about it begins to upset her. She gets up.

CLAUDIA
I should go. He’ll be wondering
where I am.

43.


Eli stands, escorts her to the door and opens it.

CLAUDIA
Thank you. I enjoyed our
conversation.

ELI
So did I.

Eli closes the door, then sits back at the table.

INT. PALLADIUM – CARNEGIE’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Carnegie washes, looking at himself in the old dressing-room
mirror. He sees Claudia enter the room in its dim reflection.

CARNEGIE
You took your time in there. How
long does it take to deliver a
plate of food and some water?

A subtly accusing tone. It makes Claudia nervous.

CLAUDIA
He wanted to talk.

CARNEGIE
Oh? What about?

CLAUDIA
Nothing really. He asked me what it
was like to be blind.

CARNEGIE
He tell you anything about him?

CLAUDIA
No. I don’t think he likes to talk
about himself much.

CARNEGIE
Yeah, I got that.

Claudia moves to the bedside, begins to undress.

CLAUDIA
I don’t think he’s going to change
his mind by morning. I don’t think
he’s going to stay.

CARNEGIE
What makes you say that?

44.


CLAUDIA
Just strikes me as the kind of man
who’s of a mind, is all. Doesn’t
seem like the type to go changing
it once it’s set.

CARNEGIE
Well, we’ll just see about that.

CLAUDIA
You saw him. He’s not like the
others. You won’t be able to smooth-
talk him and wrap him around your
finger like you usually do.

CARNEGIE
Who said anything about me?
(BEAT)
I’m sending Solara.

Claudia reacts suddenly to this. Shocked and angry.

CLAUDIA
You’re doing what?
CARNEGIE
You know how often these walkers
get laid? Never. Least not by
anything living or willing. Girl
like her can be very persuasive.

CLAUDIA
You can’t send her in there with
him. He’s dangerous, he’s a killer!

CARNEGIE
You went in there readily enough.

CLAUDIA
That’s different. Solara’s just a
child, she can’t-

Carnegie sighs, tiring of this.

CARNEGIE
She’s a grown woman now, Claudia.
Sooner or later you’re going to
have to accept that. She has to
earn her keep around here, same as
the rest of us.

CLAUDIA
By working as a whore? That’s all
you think she’s fit for?

45.


CARNEGIE
We’ve each been given a talent to
help us make our way in this world.
Some people’s gift is more evident
than others. Solara’s sure as hell
is.

Claudia looks at Carnegie in disgust.

CLAUDIA
What kind of a man are you?

Now it’s Carnegie’s turn to get angry. He rounds on her
menacingly. She backs off as he approaches.

CARNEGIE
I’m the kind of man who’d pull a
helpless blind girl off the road, a
girl who’d been beaten and raped,
and give her a place where she can
live without fear! Without me you’d
be just another no-eye, lying dead
in the outland, picked clean by the
buzzards, or shoveling dirt down
there with the others. That’s the
kind of man I am!

He has her against the wall, his face just inches from hers.

CLAUDIA
I don’t live without fear. I
haven’t for a long time now.

Carnegie calms himself, backs off. Claudia goes to leave.

CARNEGIE
Where are you going?

CLAUDIA
I’m not going to let you do this.

Carnegie surges forward and pins Claudia to the wall.

CARNEGIE
You’re not going to let me?
(BEAT)
Nobody tells me what I can and
can’t do in my own town. Nobody. I
built this world, and I am God
here! So don’t go thinking about
screwing with my plans. You know
how this works. Solara goes against
me, you get hurt. You go against
me, she gets hurt.

46.


He releases his grip on her.

CARNEGIE
So let’s not see anybody get hurt.
Okay?

He speaks more softly now. As he strokes his hand tenderly
through Claudia’s hair, a tear runs down her cheek.

INT. PALLADIUM – GUEST BEDROOM – NIGHT

Dark outside, but the room is brightly lit by the glow of the
oil lamp. Eli sits up on his bed, quietly reading the old
leather-bound book from his backpack.

Another KNOCK at the door. Eli jumps up and hurriedly hides
the book inside his shirt.

ELI
Come in.

The door opens to reveal Solara. Looking very different than
she did before. Cleaned up and wearing a flowery summer
dress, blonde hair let down over her shoulders. Stunning.

Unlike everyone else we have met, she seems – physically, at
least – totally unscarred by the horrors of the times. Far
too beautiful a thing to belong in a world like this.

SOLARA
Hi. Can I come in?

ELI
Someone was already here with food
and water. I got everything I need.

SOLARA
You sure about that?

She glides into the room, closing the door. She’s good. Very
seductive. Eli is totally disarmed in her presence.

SOLARA
It’s too bright in here. Mind if I
turn it down a little?

She doesn’t wait for an answer. Moves to the table and turns
down the oil lamp. A darker, more seductive lighting scheme.

SOLARA
That’s better. I’m Solara. You’re
Walker, right?

47.


ELI
No. My name’s Eli.

SOLARA
That short for something? Elias?

ELI
Elijah.

SOLARA
Elijah. I never heard that one
before. It’s kinda cute.

She sits on the bed, kicks her legs playfully. Her light
cotton dress revealing in all the right places. The
silhouette of her body bathed in the seductive glow of the
oil lamp. No red-blooded man on earth could resist her.

ELI
Look, I don’t mean to be rude. But
I’m really not interested.

SOLARA
You sure about that? It gets mighty
lonely out there on the road.

She leans over on the bed, resting on her elbow. Her hair
cascades down. God damn, she looks good.

SOLARA
If you’re worried about money, this
is all paid for. The whole night.

ELI
It’s not that. You’re a very nice
girl. But I’m not that kind of man.

She slides off the bed, approaches him. Begins to work the
buttons of his shirt.

SOLARA
They’re all that kind of man.
He moves her hand away. Gently pushes her back a step.

ELI
I’m not.

She is stunned. No man has ever turned her down before. And
then she seems a little insulted.

SOLARA
They told me you were crazy. Maybe
they were right.

48.


Eli opens the door for her.

ELI
I’m sorry. Good night.

Suddenly all her other emotions give way to fear. She moves
to the door and slams it shut again. Looks Eli in the eye.

SOLARA
Please don’t make me leave. I have
to stay the night. If I don’t…

ELI
If you don’t, what?

SOLARA
He’ll hurt my mom.

ELI
Who will? Carnegie?

She nods, fighting back a tear. This angers Eli.

ELI
Maybe he and I oughta have words.

He goes for the door handle, but she stops him.

SOLARA
No! Please, don’t!

ELI
He’s hurting you. He’s hurting your
mother. He’s-

SOLARA
He’s my dad.

BEAT. Eli moves his hand away from the door.

SOLARA
Look, if you want to help me, just
let me stay here tonight. We don’t
have to do anything. I’ll sleep on
the floor. Tomorrow you can tell my
dad that we had a good time. I’ll
be no trouble, I swear.

She looks up at Eli imploringly. Transformed. No longer the
teenage sex kitten. Now she’s just a frightened little girl.

ELI
You want to have a conversation?

49.


She smiles, wiping the tear from her cheek.

LATER

Eli and Solara sit together on the bed. A silent BEAT. At
first, it appears as though they have nothing to say.

ELI
You know, you don’t have to be
afraid of me. What happened down
there in the bar…

SOLARA
I’m not afraid of you. I know you
didn’t start that trouble. When I
first saw you, I knew you weren’t
the type to go looking for it.

ELI
How’d you know that?

SOLARA
My mom says I’m a good judge of
character. She says I can read
people. That I know a good man when
I see one.

She smiles. Eli is surprised to find himself smiling back.

SOLARA
So… you’re pretty old, right?

Eli smiles, amused by the bluntness of the question.

SOLARA
I’m sorry. I just mean, I haven’t
seen too many people your age. How
old are you exactly?

ELI
You know, I don’t rightly remember.

SOLARA
But you’re old enough. I mean, you
remember what it was like? In the
world before?

Eli nods.

SOLARA
What was it like?

Eli thinks about this. Dredging through old, old memories.

50.


ELI
Better than this.
(BEAT)
People lived longer back then.
Longer than me. Some were more than
a hundred years old.

Solara smiles like she’s having her leg pulled.

SOLARA
Come on.

ELI
I swear, it’s true. Nowadays it’s
not the same. If you’re sick or
you’re weak or you’re old you won’t
last long out on the road.

SOLARA
So how come you have?

BEAT. Eli thinks. Should he or shouldn’t he?

ELI
Can I read you something?

SOLARA
Wait. You can read?

Eli pulls the book from his shirt. Solara’s eyes widen.

SOLARA
And you have a book?
ELI
Not just any book.

For the first time we see that it’s a KING JAMES BIBLE. An
embossed GOLD CROSS on its old leather cover.

Eli opens it up, scans the page with his finger until he
finds the passage he’s looking for.

ELI
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall
not want. He makes me lie down in
green pastures. He leads me beside
still waters. He restores my soul.
He leads me in the paths of
righteousness.

ON SOLARA as she listens to Eli read. Transfixed.

51.


ELI
Though I walk through the valley of
the shadow of death, I will fear no
evil. For you are with me. Your rod
and your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in
the presence of my enemies. You
anoint my head with oil. My cup
runs over. Surely goodness and
mercy shall follow me, all the days
of my life. And I will dwell in the
house of the Lord forever.

SOLARA
That’s beautiful. Did you write
that?

ELI
(SMILES)
No.

SOLARA
What book is it from? Is it poetry?

ELI
I guess you could think of it that
way. It’s from the Holy Bible.

SOLARA
I never heard of it. What’s it
about?

BEAT as Eli thinks. How on earth to answer that?

ELI
It’s about love, and forgiveness,
and life and death, and mercy, and
revenge, and the beginning and the
end of the world. I guess it’s
about a little bit of everything.

SOLARA
Can I see?

She reaches out for the book but he snatches it away.

SOLARA
What? I’m not going to do anything.

ELI
I’m sorry. I’m charged to protect
this book. I can’t trust it with
anyone. Not even for a while.

52.


SOLARA
What’s so special about that book?

BEAT. Eli runs his fingers across the embossed gold cross on
the beat-up leather cover.

ELI
It’s the last one. There are no
other books like this. All the
others are gone – destroyed by the
war or in the burnings that came
after. This is the only one that
survived until now. The last one
anywhere.

SOLARA
How can you know that?

ELI
I just know.
(BEAT)
For a long while after it happened,
I just wandered on the road like
most everybody else. There were
still a lot of people around back
then, in the beginning. I didn’t
really know what I should do or
where I was going. I was just
moving from place to place, trying
to stay alive. And then one day I
heard this voice. I don’t know how
to explain it, it’s like it was
coming from inside me. But I could
hear it, clear as day. Clear as I
can hear you talking to me now.

SOLARA
What did it say?

ELI
It led me to this place, I don’t
really know where. And I found this
book buried deep under some rubble.
No way no-one was ever going to
find it if they didn’t know exactly
where to look.

SOLARA
But you knew because the voice told
you?

ELI
That’s right. And that voice told
me to carry the book west.
(MORE)

53.

ELI (cont’d)
It told me that a path would be
laid out before me, that I’d be led
to a place where this book would be
safe. It told me I’d be protected
against anyone or anything that
tried to stand in my way. If only I
would have faith.
(BEAT)
That was twenty-five years ago. And
I’ve been walking ever since.

SOLARA
(SKEPTICAL)
Because a voice you heard in your
head told you to.

ELI
I’m not crazy. I didn’t imagine it.
I know what I heard.

SOLARA
So who was it? The voice?

BEAT as Eli considers his answer.

ELI
A very important, very powerful
man.

SOLARA
More powerful than my dad?

ELI
(SMILES)
I should say so, yes.

BEAT. The two of them sit in silence for a moment.

SOLARA
Would you teach me to read?

ELI
What?

SOLARA
I never learned. No-one around here
knows how. Only my dad, and he
won’t teach me. I think he likes
being the only one who can read. I
think it makes him feel powerful.

ELI
I think you’re probably right.

54.


SOLARA
So would you teach me?

ELI
I’m sorry. I’m leaving tomorrow.
And I won’t be back this way, ever.

She looks down, sad. She likes this guy. She doesn’t want him
to leave. Eli can sense her sadness.

ELI
Are you hungry?

SOLARA
I guess a little.

ELI
There’s some food on the table over
there. Let’s eat.

She walks over to where the dinner tray is covered by a small
cloth. She whips it away – to reveal ELI’S RAT nibbling on a
piece of cheese. Solara SHRIEKS and backs away.

The rat scurries down the table leg and leaps up onto Eli’s
shoulder, just as afraid of her as she is of it.

ELI
It’s okay, it’s okay. He’s with me.
(to the rat)
Don’t be afraid, pal. This is
Solara. She’s our friend.

Solara approaches warily. Reaches out and strokes him. The
rat scurries up her arm. She almost shrieks again.

ELI
It’s okay. It means he likes you.

SOLARA
It does?
ELI
Trust me, if he didn’t like you,
you’d know about it.

Solara pets the rat on her shoulder. Then:

SOLARA
Did you really mean that?

ELI
Mean what?

55.


SOLARA
That I’m your friend.

BEAT. Eli finds himself surprised that he admitted such a
thing. When is the last time he had someone he could call a
friend? He can’t even remember.

ELI
Sure.

She smiles. Giggles as the rat’s whiskers tickle her ear.

Eli breaks the cheese in two and gives half to Solara. She’s
about to eat but stops as Eli clasp his hands in prayer.

ELI
Our father, we thank you for this
meal which you have been so
gracious to place before us.

Unsure of what to do, Solara mimics Eli, putting her hands
together and bowing her head.

ELI
We thank you for a warm bed and a
roof over our heads on a cold night
such as this.
(BEAT)
And we thank you for the gift of
friendship in these hard times.

Solara looks at him, touched by that.

ELI
Amen.
(BEAT)
You say that last part too.

SOLARA
Amen. And now we eat?

ELI
And now we eat.

They sit and eat together, sharing the simple meal.

PULL OUT from the window as they eat, away from the theater.
Away from the town and its flickering points of torchlight.
Moving farther and farther away until the entire town is
consumed by the darkness of the world.

EXT. DESERT TOWN – MAIN STREET – DAWN

The pale sun rises over the town. To establish:

56.


INT. PALLADIUM – DINING ROOM – MORNING

What was once the theater’s COSTUME ROOM – OLD MANNEQUINS
still stand around in the corners, creating an eerie feel.

Carnegie and Claudia sit at a DINING TABLE, eating breakfast
in silence. A third place is set, but no-one is seated there.

Solara enters and sits down without a word.

CARNEGIE
Good morning, Solara.

Solara doesn’t say anything.

CARNEGIE
I said good morning, Solara.

SOLARA
Morning, dad.

CARNEGIE
How was your night? Did you sleep
well?

Claudia appears perturbed by Carnegie’s subtle probing.
Solara flashes him a frosty look.

SOLARA
I did like you asked. Isn’t that
what you really want to know? Just
come out and say it.

Carnegie glares at her sternly.

CARNEGIE
You don’t speak to your father like
that. When I ask you a civil
question, I expect a civil answer.

Solara lowers her head, scorned. Carnegie continues eating.

CARNEGIE
Did he say anything?

SOLARA
No. We didn’t talk much.

CARNEGIE
Well, do you think you managed to
change his mind about staying?

SOLARA
I don’t know. He said he had to go.

57.


Carnegie puts down his food, looks angrily at her.

CARNEGIE
So he did talk? What else did he
say? Come on, I want all of it!

SOLARA
That’s all he said. That he was
going to be leaving this morning.

CARNEGIE
We’ll see. This is my town, nobody
leaves until I say they leave.

He glances knowingly at Claudia.

CLAUDIA
Solara, honey, eat something.

She looks at the food on the plate before her. Then closes
her eyes and clasps her hands in prayer.

SOLARA
Our father, thank you for this meal
which you have been so gracious to
place before us.

Claudia and Carnegie freeze. Carnegie stares at her, agape.

SOLARA
Thank you for my mother. Please
watch over her and keep her safe.

CARNEGIE
Solara…

SOLARA
Thank you for all the-

CARNEGIE
Solara!
She snaps suddenly out of it, looks at her father.

CARNEGIE
What the hell are you doing?

She doesn’t respond. Looks embarrassed.

CARNEGIE
God didn’t put this food on the
table. Do you hear me?
(BEAT)
Who put this food on the table?

58.


Solara says nothing, just looks down at the table.

CARNEGIE
I said who put this food on the
table?

SOLARA
(SOFTLY)
You did.

CARNEGIE
Who taught you that?

SOLARA
Eli taught me.

CARNEGIE
(PUZZLED)
Who the hell is Eli?

SOLARA
The walker. That’s his name.

CARNEGIE
And he taught you how to say those
words? How did he know them?

SOLARA
He had them written down in a book.

This piques Carnegie’s interest greatly.

CARNEGIE
What kind of a book?

He barks the question at her. Solara is rattled.

SOLARA
I don’t remember! It was an old
leather book. It had kind of a…
thing on the front of it.

CARNEGIE
Show me.

Solara makes the SIGN OF A CRUCIFIX with her index fingers.
Carnegie’s eyes widen; he can barely believe it.

CARNEGIE
He had a bible?

SOLARA
That’s what it was. A holy bible.
Daddy, what’s wrong? Did I…

59.


Carnegie BOLTS SUDDENLY FROM THE TABLE, overturning his chair
and sending his plate of food crashing to the floor.

INT. PALLADIUM – LOBBY BALCONY – CONTINUOUS

Carnegie races across the landing, toward the ARMED GUARD
posted outside Eli’s bedroom. The guard steps aside as
Carnegie flings the door open and barges inside.

INT. PALLADIUM – GUEST BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS

Empty. No sign of Eli or his gear anywhere. The window is
WIDE OPEN, the curtains fluttering gently in the breeze.

INT. ENGINEER WORKSHOP – CONTINUOUS

His hands shaking, the engineer disconnects Eli’s battery
from the generator and places it on the counter.

Eli stands on the other side of the counter with his SHOTGUN
TRAINED RIGHT AT THE MAN’S HEAD. He takes the battery from
him and stuffs it into his backpack.

EXT. PALLADIUM – CONTINUOUS

Carnegie races from the lobby entrance and looks up at the
open window to Eli’s room. He could have easily jumped.

Redridge emerges onto the street behind him.

REDRIDGE
Something wrong, boss?

CARNEGIE
Something wrong? Something wrong?
The walker’s gone!

REDRIDGE
That can’t be. I had a man outside
his room the whole time.

CARNEGIE
He jumped out the window, you
idiot! You didn’t think to put a
man outside the fucking window?
(beat; fuming)
Find him. Now!

REDRIDGE
Boss, he could be anywhere. He…
(REALIZATION)
A battery. Didn’t he say something
about a battery?

60.


They turn to face the engineer’s storefront – just as ELI
EMERGES ONTO THE STREET, shotgun still in his hand.

EVERYBODY FREEZES. Like a wild west stand-off. Redridge’s
fingers play over the butt of the pistol on his hip.

BEAT as time hangs perfectly still for a second… and then
ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE.

Redridge draws and FIRES, SHATTERING A PARKING METER just
inches from Eli and showering quarters all over the sidewalk.

Eli rushes along the sidewalk, RETURNING FIRE. The shot wings
Redridge in the shoulder. He goes down, wounded.

Carnegie dives for cover as FOUR MORE GUNMEN rush from the
theater. Carnegie waves frantically in Eli’s direction.

CARNEGIE
Go! Go!

They spot Eli sprinting away and rush off in pursuit.

Carnegie gets to his feet and storms back inside the theater.

INT. PALLADIUM – DINING ROOM – CONTINUOUS

Solara and Claudia watch through the window. Turn suddenly
when they hear the door slam open behind them.

Carnegie stands in the doorway, glaring at them.

EXT. DESERT TOWN – MAIN STREET – CONTINUOUS

LOCAL RESIDENTS scream and rush to and fro in panic as Eli
darts along the boardwalk.

CARNEGIE’S GUNMEN pursue, firing their rifles wildly on the
run. The bullets splinter wood, pierce barrels and crates,
narrowly missing Eli as he dashes, keeping his head down.

Eli aims the shotgun and FIRES without even looking. The shot
HITS A GUNMAN SQUARE IN THE CHEST, dropping him to the dirt.

Eli hits the deck, diving for cover behind a JUNKPILE as more
gunfire ricochets all around him. He takes a moment to
collect himself, reloads the shotgun.

The three remaining gunmen close in on the junkpile warily.

Eli signs a cross over himself with the shotgun, looks to the
sky and offers up a silent prayer. Then emerges from around
the junkpile back into the street. All three gunmen OPEN
FIRE, their bullets whipping past on either side of him.

61.


In one swift motion Eli raises the shotgun and FIRES. Three
shots in quick succession. And then there is silence. Smoke
wisps from the shotgun’s sawn-off barrel.

The three gunmen LIE DEAD IN THE STREET. One hit square in
the chest. The other two each have maybe one half of their
heads remaining.

Eli looks around. He’s right at the end of the main road, the
perimeter where the town meets the open desert. He’s free.

And then, A GIRL’S SCREAM. Distant but unmistakable.

Eli whips around. In the upstairs window of the theater,
Carnegie shoves Solara roughly against the wall. Barking
angrily at her, shaking her.

Eli looks at the road. Then up at the theater. Then back to
the road again.

ELI
(quietly; to himself)
It ain’t your concern. Stay on the
path.

But he sounds less resolute now than before. Until today this
was always a simple decision for him to make. But now…

ELI
Dammit…

He marches back toward the theater, stepping over the fallen
bodies of the gunmen, re-loading his shotgun as he goes.

EXT. PALLADIUM – CONTINUOUS

Redridge finally manages to clamber back up to his feet,
wincing as he clutches his painful shoulder wound.

He looks up just in time to see Eli coming right at him.
Without breaking stride, he COLD-COCKS Redridge in the jaw
with the shotgun, sending him back to the deck, out cold.

INT. PALLADIUM – DINING ROOM – CONTINUOUS

Eli kicks the door wide open, finds Carnegie holding Solara
against the wall. She sobs, terrified. Eli levels the shotgun
at Carnegie’s head.

ELI
Let her go.

62.


CARNEGIE
That cannon of yours casts a pretty
wide net. I don’t reckon you can
hit me without hitting her.

ELI
I reckon you’re right.

He holsters the shotgun. Then in the same fluid motion draws
a PISTOL from his belt that we never even knew he had.

ELI
This, though? With this I’ll shave
the hairs clean off your balls at a
hundred paces. You believe me?

Carnegie releases his grip on Solara, steps away, hands up.

CARNEGIE
I believe you. I have to say I’m
surprised to hear that language
coming from you, though. I mean,
you being a holy man and all.

BEAT. Eli glances at Solara.

CARNEGIE
She told me all about it. Told me
all about the bible, too.
(BEAT)
Can I see it?

ELI
No.

Carnegie takes a small step forward. Suddenly, his whole
demeanor changes, and he now looks at Eli imploringly.

CARNEGIE
You know, I’ve been searching for a
book like that one for years. All
I’ve ever wanted was to bring the
word of God to these poor
unfortunates here. To shine its
light upon them and give them
something in this wretched world
that they could believe in.
Something to live for! It’s why I
built this town, did you know that?
All we’ve been missing is the word
to show us the way. And now, praise
the Lord, you’ve brought it to us.

63.


Carnegie takes a step closer. He appears entirely sincere –
but then he is very good at doing so.

CARNEGIE
It’s not right to keep that book
hidden away, all to yourself. The
word is meant to be shared with
others. It’s meant to be spread!
Isn’t that what you want? I could
help you do that. You and me, we
could do it together.

BEAT. Eli seems to be considering what he’s heard carefully.

ELI
The Lord himself told me that if I
carried this book west, one day I
would find the place where it was
needed. Where it would be safe.
Where it belonged.

Carnegie smiles broadly… and then with a sudden blur of
movement Eli PISTOL-WHIPS him to the floor.

ELI
But this ain’t it.

He turns to Solara and offers her his hand.

ELI
Come on.

EXT. PALLADIUM – CONTINUOUS

Eli emerges from the theater, leading Solara onto the street.
RESIDENTS part before them, staring at Eli with astonishment.

Eli passes the statue of Carnegie – and STOPS. Something
about that thing is bothering him.

SOLARA
What? What is it?

ELI
You shall not make for yourself any
graven image…

He turns, drawing his samurai sword and in the same fluid
motion SLICING across the base of the statue.

BEAT. And then the STATUE TOPPLES from the neat cut just
below the knees, CRASHING DOWN to the ground and SHATTERING.
The assembled residents GASP at this defiant display.

64.


Eli sheathes his sword and takes Solara by the hand again.

ELI
Now we can go.

CRANE UP over the main street as they both head out of town.

EXT. ROAD – DAY

The town barely visible on the distant horizon behind Eli and
Solara. Eli walks as he always has, his pace steady and slow.
Still, Solara lags along behind. She’s already tired.

SOLARA
Where are we going?

ELI
I told you where I’m going. You’re
free to go wherever you want.

She stops in the road.

SOLARA
Wait… I’m not coming with you?

ELI
You’re only going to slow me down.

Eli doesn’t stop walking. Solara is forced to catch up.

SOLARA
So what the hell was all that about
back there?

ELI
The man was hurting you. I don’t
like that, so I put a stop to it.
Now you’re free. He can’t hurt you
any more.
(off her stare)
No need to thank me.

SOLARA
Thank you? For what? What am I
supposed to do now?

ELI
Whatever you want. That’s what
being free is.

SOLARA
Whatever I want. Except go with
you.

65.


ELI
I have to get where I’m going. I
can’t be worrying about someone
else along the way.

Solara is incredibly hurt by this. Blinks back a tear.

SOLARA
I thought you were my friend.

BEAT. Eli stops and turns back to face her.

ELI
It’s dangerous in the outland. I
wouldn’t want you to get hurt.

SOLARA
I’ll be safe so long as I’m with
you. I know it.

Eli sighs. He’s not getting through to her. So now comes the
harsh truth of it:

ELI
You don’t want this life. I gotta
do what I gotta do. Don’t have no
choice in it. But you do. And I
can’t let you choose this. You
don’t want to be like me. You don’t
want to spend your life alone.

Solara steps closer, her eyes pleading.

SOLARA
If I came with you, I wouldn’t be
alone. And neither would you.

A long BEAT as Eli considers this. For a moment it appears as
though Solara might have won him over. But then:

ELI
I’m sorry. Look, maybe it’s best
you just go on back to town.

He turns and walks off, leaving her in the road. She stands
there, furious, screaming at his back as he walks away.

SOLARA
Fine! I’ll do just that! I had a
life there! A family! I didn’t ask
you to save me! I didn’t ask you
for anything!

66.


He doesn’t turn or acknowledge her at all. Just keeps walking
off into the horizon. Getting smaller all the time.

Solara stands there in the road, weeping. All alone.

SOLARA
(SOFTLY)
Fine.

She turns and walks back in the direction she came.

EXT. DESERT TOWN – BARNYARD – DAY

A small, penned-in area to the rear of the Palladium
containing an eclectic bunch of farmyard animals. Goats,
sheep, geese, pigs. Mostly mangy, sad-looking specimens.

Carnegie stands in the yard, tossing handfuls of animal feed
from a nearby sack onto the ground. He watches with
satisfaction as the animals gather at his feet to feed.

Claudia emerges from the theater with an ice-pack.

CARNEGIE
Thank you, darling.

Carnegie applies it to his jaw, red and swollen from Eli’s
pistol-whip. Redridge appears nearby, his arm in a sling.

REDRIDGE
He killed four of my men and walked
out of town without a scratch. They
shot off a hundred rounds at him
and he didn’t get hit once. I never
even heard of anything like that.

Carnegie doesn’t appear to be listening. He is lost in a
world of his own as he tends to the farm animals.

CARNEGIE
You know, I always thought of
myself as a shepherd. Bringing
together the wayward and the lost.
Tending to my flock. But all the
things I want to do, I can’t do
them on my own. The one thing I’ve
needed is the one thing that’s
always been missing. Then one day
it walks right into town – so close
I can almost touch it – and then
walks right on out again.

Carnegie finally looks up from his animals, at Redridge.

67.


CARNEGIE
I want you to put a crew together
and go out after him.

REDRIDGE
He’s not going to work for you. I
think he’s made that plain.

CARNEGIE
I’m not interested in him any more.
I only want the book he’s carrying.

REDRIDGE
If I’m gonna risk my ass hunting
down this maniac in the outland, I
need to know it’s gonna be worth
it. I need to know what’s so
special about this goddamn book.

BEAT as Carnegie considers this.

CARNEGIE
You have no idea. You’re too young,
you don’t remember the world
before. But I do. I remember.

He turns back to his animals, summoning up old memories.

CARNEGIE
When I was a kid my parents used to
read that book every goddamn day.
My mother, she’d read it along with
this smooth-talking preacher on the
TV screen. They used to be able to
beam these guys right into your
house, into every house in the
world, through the air. Like magic.
(BEAT)
She worked two jobs and she sent
every spare penny she had to that
fucking guy on the TV. My old man,
he’d read that book, then he’d get
liquored up and kick my ass, tell
me all about the power and the
glory and how I was going to burn
forever in hell for the sins I was
born with. He made sure he beat it
into me good.

He snaps out of his reverie and looks at Redridge.

CARNEGIE
Don’t you see? It’s not just any
book.
(MORE)

68.

CARNEGIE (cont’d)
It has the power to motivate
people. It can give them hope, it
can terrify them. It can shape
them. Control them.
(BEAT)
Do you remember how I built this
town? It wasn’t done with force,
and it wasn’t done just with water.
It was done with the power of
words. I created this place out of
nothing, because people believed in
a promise that I sold to them.
Those guys on the TV, they were
richer than you could ever dream,
and it was all built the same way.
With words. With promises. And with
that book.
(BEAT)
That book is a weapon. Aimed right
at the hearts and minds of the weak
and the desperate. Just imagine
what I could do with it.

REDRIDGE
Boss… we’re running out of water
and the people are running out of
patience. You’re trying to tell me
that a book is going to keep them
in line?

CARNEGIE
Oh, it’ll do much more than that.
The water in this town may run dry,
but faith – that springs eternal!
And that faith will help turn this
town into a city. And this city
into a nation. It will help me
build a new world. In my image.
People will come from far and wide
to hear what’s inside of it.
They’ll follow me anywhere just to
get a taste of it. And they’ll do
whatever I tell them.

As usual, Carnegie’s slick rhetoric has worked – Redridge has
totally bought into it. Claudia, however, looks appalled.

REDRIDGE
And what if this book don’t work?
What if it don’t say what you want
it to say?

69.


CARNEGIE
Oh, it’ll say what I want, I can
promise you that. Because I’m going
to rewrite it. I’ll keep the parts
that work for me and make the rest
whatever I need it to be.
(BEAT)
A new bible, for a new world.

He reaches out and takes Claudia by the hand.

CARNEGIE
What do you think, darling? A whole
new world, to do with as we will.
Won’t that be grand?

She smiles halfheartedly, but it’s clear she is mortified.

Carnegie turns back to Redridge.

CARNEGIE
Find that book.

REDRIDGE
He has half a day on us already.

CARNEGIE
So use the motor pool.

REDRIDGE
There ain’t much gas in reserve.

CARNEGIE
Whatever there is, use it.

Redridge nods and goes to leave.

CLAUDIA
What about Solara?

BEAT. In all this excitement about the book, she had been
completely forgotten about.

CLAUDIA
She’s still out there. With him.

CARNEGIE
Right. Right. Of course. Bring her
back, too, if you can. But-

REDRIDGE
The book. I know.

70.


Redridge turns and leaves. Claudia scowls at Carnegie, but he
doesn’t even notice, just goes back to feeding his animals.

EXT. DESOLATE ROAD – DAY

Solara wanders the road. She’s tired. The sun beats down
mercilessly. Nothing but desolation and wasteland all around.

She comes to a FORK IN THE ROAD. Stops at the junction,
unsure. Was this here before? She doesn’t remember.

There are no signs. Both paths look the same. Which one is
which? She turns and looks back, looks around. She’s lost.

SOLARA
Shit. Shit.

She alternates her finger between the two paths. Eeny-meeny-
miney-moe. Picks a path and follows it, headed down the road.

EXT. ROAD – DAY

Eli walks on. Slow and steady. His gaze, as ever, fixed
firmly on the horizon. Takes a swig from his canteen.

Suddenly, he STOPS and stands stock still in the center of
the road. Impossible to know what he’s thinking.

He stands there for a long time.

EXT. WASTELAND GAS STATION – DAY

Solara comes upon an abandoned CHEVRON STATION. She doesn’t
remember passing this. Looks back up and down the road.

SOLARA
Where the hell am I?

There’s a RUSTED CAR parked at one of the pumps. Like every
other car we’ve seen, stripped of its tires and engine.

She walks around to the driver’s side. A PETRIFIED FEMALE
BODY lies on the ground, half-in, half-out of the car.

Solara claps her hand to her mouth and recoils, horrified.

In the dead woman’s hand is a dusty bottle of MINERAL WATER.
Solara hesitates. Not wanting to get closer. But so thirsty.

She braces herself, grimacing, and tries to take the bottle,
but the dead woman’s hand is closed tight around it. She
pulls harder and wrenches it free. In the process she falls
on her butt and flips the corpse over onto its back.

71.


In the other woman’s arm, she has a SKELETAL BABY cradled to
her bosom. It seems to be staring right at Solara.

Solara SCREAMS and frantically shuffles backward away from
it. Gets to her feet and runs across the forecourt.

She stops by the station shop and rests against the wall,
hyperventilating, heart pounding. Trying to get it together.

She inspects the water in the bottle. It looks clean.
Unscrews the cap with shaking hands and takes a sip.

She SPITS IT BACK OUT, coughing. It’s rank. Undrinkable.

INT. WASTELAND GAS STATION – FOOD COURT – DAY

Solara enters. Gloomy inside. Comprehensively looted. Empty
shelves coated in thick sheets of dust.

She moves further in, searching for something, anything. But
the place has been gutted. There’s nothing. She checks the
wall of dead refrigerators. Shattered glass, all empty.

She’s never known desolation and emptiness like this. It’s
beginning to scare her. She wheels around in a panic.

FEMALE VOICE (O.S.)
Hello?

Distant, calling from outside. Solara hears it and freezes.

FEMALE VOICE (O.S.)
Hello? Can anyone help me?

EXT. WASTELAND GAS STATION – CONTINUOUS

She runs out across the forecourt, onto the road.

A FEMALE FIGURE is hunched by the side of the road about
fifty yards up ahead. Hard to see what she’s doing from here.

SLUMPED FEMALE
Hello? Is anybody there?

Solara starts walking toward her.

The woman has her back to Solara. She’s on her knees,
muttering to herself. Gathering objects up from the road.

As Solara moves closer, we see that the woman is struggling
with an UPTURNED SHOPPING CART. Stuck in a roadside ditch,
its contents spilled out next to a few BRACKEN BUSHES.

72.


We see her face now. It’s the SAME YOUNG WOMAN from before.
The same shopping cart. The same trap.

SOLARA
Are you all right?

The woman looks around, sees Solara standing nearby. She’s
shocked to see that it’s a girl.

YOUNG WOMAN
Oh. Yes, I’m fine. Thank you. You
go along, I’ll be okay.

SOLARA
You look like you need some help.

YOUNG WOMAN
No, really! I’m fine. Really… I
need a man to help. Not you. You
just keep along. Please.

The woman seems anxious to get rid of her. Tries to indicate
the threat silently with her eyes, but Solara doesn’t get it.

SOLARA
It’ll just take a minute.

She steps into the ditch and starts to haul the cart out.

YOUNG WOMAN
Really, it’s fine! Please!

Too late. THREE ROAD BRIGANDS POUNCE FROM THE BUSHES. Every
bit as brutish and horrifying as the group that Eli killed on
the road in our opening. They grab Solara and drag her from
the road into the desert, screaming and kicking all the way.

YOUNG WOMAN
Let her go! She ain’t got nothing!

The BRIGAND LEADER looks Solara up and down lustfully.

BRIGAND LEADER
I ain’t too sure about that.

Solara is reviled by the man. He’s filthy, his stench
overpowering. One eye missing, just a dark, empty socket. He
licks his lips, revealing a mouth almost devoid of teeth.

YOUNG WOMAN
This wasn’t the deal!

The brigand leader lashes out and grabs her by the throat.

73.


BRIGAND LEADER
Shut your mouth, bitch. You oughta
be grateful you’re getting a break.

He releases her. She slumps to the dirt, whimpering.

BRIGAND LEADER
Never did care much for that dried-
up old snatch anyhow.

He looks back to the struggling Solara.

BRIGAND LEADER
This one, though… this one looks
fresh. You a virgin?

She says nothing, just sobs helplessly.

BRIGAND LEADER
Well, let’s find out.

He unbuckles his pants, lets them drop to his ankles.

We hear a sound. It’s hard to place. Something like a THHUP.

The brigand leader is frozen in shock. His face goes pale,
the blood draining from it. The two bandits holding Solara
look at their leader in dismay. Staring down at his crotch.

A quiet whimper escapes from his lips as he looks down.

There is an ARROW IMBEDDED IN HIS CROTCH. What was once down
there is now just a bloody mess of mangled meat. More blood
streams down his thighs. A real horror show.

He staggers backward, shrieking. Hands shaking. Staring down
at the awful wound from which the long arrow shaft extends.

The two other brigands release Solara and whip around,
scanning the horizon. They see nothing. One of them has a
RIFLE. He unslings it and aims it frantically around.

Then they both see it. Coming right at them. The most
terrifying thing either has ever seen.

ELI, WALKING TOWARD THEM FROM THE ROAD, OUT OF THE SUN. His
silhouette distorted in the rippling heat. An avenging angel.

He pulls another arrow and draws it back as the rifle bandit
trains his weapon on him, finger tightening on the trigger.

Eli SHOOTS. The arrow sails through the air and RIGHT INTO
THE RIFLE BARREL. The feathers at the end of the shaft
plugging the muzzle tight.

74.


Rifle bandit pulls the trigger. The gun EXPLODES, BLOWING HIS
HANDS CLEAN OFF. He falls to the ground, screaming.

Eli only had two arrows. He shoulders the bow and draws his
sword. All the remaining brigand has is a small knife. The
two now square off at arm’s length. A hopeless mismatch.

BEAT. The knife brigand hesitates, trembling. And then RUSHES
ELI WITH THE KNIFE. Eli deftly sidesteps, flourishes the
sword. So quick it almost seems like he didn’t move at all.

The knife bandit staggers forward a couple more steps. His
hand goes limp and drops the knife.

And then his HEAD FALLS BACKWARD like a Pez dispenser. Almost
completely decapitated, but not quite. Blood fountains from
the neck stump as his body falls to the dirt.

Eli moves to the other two bandits who lay horribly wounded
on the ground, but still breathing. He stands over their
fallen bodies. They stare back up at him, helpless.

He crouches down between them in the dust.

ELI
I offer you both one final chance
in this life to seek forgiveness
for your sins so that your souls
may find salvation. Will you say
with me the act of contrition?

The brigand leader defiantly spits blood at him.

BRIGAND LEADER
Fuck you.

Eli sighs. Stands and looks down on him without pity.

ELI
Some might think it’d be most
fitting to leave you here like
this. Let you die slow in the sun.
But I know better. I know where
you’re going. And the sooner you
get there, the sooner you’ll get
what’s coming to you.

He plunges his sword into the bandit leader, finishing him
off. Pulls the arrow from his crotch and wipes it clean.

He turns to the other man, raising his sword.

RIFLE BANDIT
Wait!

75.


Eli pauses, sword hovering over him, poised to strike.

RIFLE BANDIT
I want to say it. I want to be
forgiven.

Eli crouches once more by his side.

ELI
Repeat after me. Oh God, I am
heartily sorry for having offended
thee, and I detest all my sins.

The bandit follows along with Eli, mouthing the words
quietly. The life ebbing from him with each moment.

ELI
I firmly resolve, with the help of
thy grace, to confess my sins, and
do penance, and to amend my life.
Amen.

RIFLE BANDIT
Amen…

His eyes roll back as his final breath leaves him. Dead. Eli
signs a cross over his body, then stands and walks away.

Solara sits on the ground nearby, a wreck. Eli approaches and
gathers her up in his arms. She clings on to him tightly.

SOLARA
You came back for me.

ELI
What are friends for?

She laughs, a tear rolling down her cheek. Grips him tighter.

He helps her up and escorts her back to the road.

ELI
This is the deal. You keep up. You
pull your weight. You fall behind,
I can’t help you. Okay?

SOLARA
Okay.

She looks back at the young woman still slumped in the dirt.

SOLARA
What about her?

76.


ELI
There’s nothing can be done for
her.

They walk on down the road.

EXT. DESERT TOWN – MAIN STREET – DAY

METAL GARAGE DOORS roll back to reveal darkness within.

A PAIR OF HEADLIGHTS fires up. Full beam right at us.

A VEHICLE roars out of the darkness onto the street. Heavily
modified with plate armor and turret-mounted weapons. But its
original form still recognizable underneath.

It’s a HONDA ODYSSEY minivan. Once the #1 choice of soccer
moms, transformed now into an armored personnel carrier.

Another minivan roars from the garage behind it. A DODGE
GRAND CARAVAN, similarly customized and armed to the teeth.

THREE MORE CARS follow. As eclectic an assortment as you
could imagine. A MINI COOPER. FORD EXPLORER. A PRIUS. Each
adorned with plate armor and weapons.

In the lead Minivan is REDRIDGE, heavily armed. He nods to
the DRIVER, who guns the engine.

The fleet of armored vehicles moves out, kicking up a great
funnel of dust in their wake as they roar out of town.

EXT. DESERT – DAY

Late afternoon. The sun hangs low on the horizon. We’re far
from the road. Nothing but scrub brush and a few PRAIRIE DOG
BURROWS dotted around.

A PRAIRIE DOG pops its head up, scans the horizon. Sniffing
the air, whiskers twitching… and is SKEWERED BY AN ARROW.

Thirty yards away, one of the pieces of scrub brush appears
to COME ALIVE. And then we realize it is Eli’s GHILLIE SUIT,
camouflaging both he and Solara beneath it.

Eli casts off the camouflage net and walks toward the dead
prairie dog. Solara just stands there, appalled.

SOLARA
You killed it! That cute little
thing!

Eli picks up the dead animal by the scruff.

77.


ELI
It’s good eating, is what it is.

He yanks out the bloody arrow. Solara looks away.

When she turns back, Eli is standing right there, holding the
dead animal in front of her face. She YELPS in surprise and
staggers backward, falling on her butt.

SOLARA
That’s not funny.

ELI
If you’re going to be on the road,
you can’t be picky about what you
eat. You eat what’s there to eat.

SOLARA
I’m not eating that.

ELI
(SHRUGS)
More for me.

EXT. WASTELAND CAVE – DUSK

Eli and Solara sit in the mouth of a desert cave, around a
flickering campfire. The prairie dog roasts on a spit.

Eli digs his knife into the carcass, the blade comes out
clean. It’s done. He clasps his hands together and gazes down
penitently at the ground.

ELI
Father, we thank you for your
generosity in providing us with
this meal. Bless this food to our
use and us to thy service, and keep
us ever mindful of the needs of
others. Amen.

Eli carves off a piece of meat. Juicy and succulent. He bites
into it, teasing Solara by making a show of how good it
tastes. He feeds a piece to the rat perched on his shoulder.

Solara tries to appear uninterested, but she’s starved.

SOLARA
What does that taste like?

He takes another bite, thinks on this as he chews.

ELI
Tastes like chicken.

78.


She tries to fight the temptation to try it… but she can’t.
She reaches out and tears off a piece. Sniffs at it, takes a
small bite… then quickly wolfs down the rest. Eli smiles.

As she eats, she gestures toward Eli’s Saint Christopher.

SOLARA
What is that?

Eli reaches up and touches his hand to it.

ELI
It’s a Saint Christopher medal.

SOLARA
Who’s Saint Christopher? Is he a
character from your book?

Eli smiles and shakes his head.

ELI
Christopher was a man who lived a
long time ago. He wanted to be a
good man, he wanted to help people.
So he would stand by a river that
had no bridge and carry people
across. He was a big strong man and
there was no one he couldn’t carry.

Solara listens, rapt. Eli is a good storyteller.

ELI
Then one day a young child came to
the river and asked to be carried
across. Christopher tried to carry
him but he was too heavy. He was
just a small boy but he was heavier
than any man he had ever carried.
The boy explained that he was the
son of God, and that he was so
heavy because he bore all the sins
of the world. After that,
Christopher was able to carry him
across and when they got to the
other side the boy baptized him in
the river. And that’s how he became
a saint. Later on, he was known as
the patron saint of travelers.

SOLARA
What is a saint, anyway?

79.


ELI
It’s someone who spent their life
doing good things for others.
Enough that God himself took a
special interest in them.

Solara looks at Eli tenderly, with admiration.

SOLARA
Someone like you.

Eli looks away, down at the ground. He appears sad.

ELI
No. Not like me. Saints ain’t
killers. And I done too much of
that. Spilled too much blood.

BEAT. No words, just the flickering firelight.

SOLARA
Will you read me some more from the
book?

ELI
It’s late. You should get some
sleep. Maybe tomorrow.

LATER – NIGHT

The fire down to its last embers. Eli sleeps next to his
pack, half-hidden in the looming shadows of the cave. His hat
and goggles hung up for the night on the hilt of his sword.

Solara sleeps nearby… then opens her eyes. Not asleep after
all. She looks over at Eli – his face hidden in shadow and so
impossible to tell if he’s asleep or awake.

SOLARA
Eli?

No response. Quietly, she moves forward, kneeling by his
side. She opens his coat and checks the pockets. Empty.

She goes deeper, peeling back the layers of clothing,
stealthily frisking him. She finds something on his lapel,
hidden under several layers, that causes her to stop.

It’s a RECTANGULAR PLASTIC BADGE. The red, white and blue
colors faded and worn. It reads:

WELCOME TO WAL-MART
MY NAME IS “ELI”
HOW MAY I HELP YOU?

80.


She stares at it for a moment, not knowing what to make of
it. Then moves on, continuing to pat him down.

Whatever she’s looking for is not here. She turns her
attention to the backpack. Slowly, carefully, opens it up.

There it is. THE BIBLE, wrapped carefully in its neat little
package of cloth and twine. She reaches in for it.

Suddenly, ELI’S HAND SHOOTS OUT AND GRABS HER BY THE WRIST.
She cries out, startled. Eli sits up, his face just a dark
shape in the shadows. For the first time he appears a little
scary to Solara.

ELI
What are you doing?

SOLARA
You scared me! I thought you were
asleep.

ELI
On the road you sleep with one eye
open. I asked you what you were
doing.

SOLARA
I just wanted to see the book.

ELI
You want to see the book, you ask
me. Nobody touches it but me. Ever.
Until it gets where it’s going. Do
you understand?

He’s very forceful. She nods, a little afraid of him.

ELI
Tell me you understand!

He grips her wrist tighter.

SOLARA
Okay! I understand! Ow!

Eli releases her wrist. Takes the pack from her and closes it
up. Pulls it closer to him and lies back down.

ELI
It’s no use to you anyway. You
don’t know how to read it.

81.


SOLARA
Well… now we have the time, maybe
you can teach me.

ELI
Maybe. Get some sleep.

She lies back down beside him, but doesn’t close her eyes.
She just lies there, watching him.

EXT. WASTELAND – DAWN

The sun rises out of the east. And out of the sun comes the
FLEET OF ARMORED VEHICLES. Racing side-by-side down the road.

The lead vehicle comes to a halt. A door opens and Redridge
gets out. MORE ARMED MEN emerge from the other vehicles and
follow him as he marches into the wasteland by the roadside.

The DEAD BRIGANDS are splayed out in the dirt where Eli slew
them. A FLOCK OF BUZZARDS is picking their bones clean.

REDRIDGE
He’s been here.

Redridge looks at the footprints in the dirt headed from the
bodies and back onto the road. Two sets of tracks.

REDRIDGE
The girl’s with him.

He moves back to the cars.

REDRIDGE
Move out!

The other men hold for a moment, still looking at the half-
eaten bodies in the dirt. Redridge turns back.

REDRIDGE
I said move out!

CARNEGIE GUNMAN
I heard this guy’s protected
somehow, some… power from up
above. That there ain’t nothing on
this earth can touch him.

REDRIDGE
He’s just a man. You put a bullet
in him, he’ll go down like any
other. I don’t want to hear no more
of this superstitious horseshit!

82.


Hesitantly, they make their way back to the vehicles. The
cars gun their engines and move on down the road, past the
abandoned Chevron station. Dust pluming in their wake.

EXT. ROAD – DAY

Eli and Solara walk together, passing by a few burned-out
buildings. It appears we might be headed toward a town.

Solara looks up at the sweltering sun. Then around at her
surroundings. Nothing but devastation and decay.

SOLARA
You say you’ve been walking for
twenty-five years. Have you ever
considered that you might be lost?

ELI
No.

SOLARA
But how can you know? How can you
know this is the right way?

ELI
I told you. My path has been laid
out before me.

SOLARA
Yeah, but laid out by who?

ELI
By Almighty God.

SOLARA
Well if this God guy’s so mighty,
how come it’s taking you so long to
get where you’re going? Doesn’t he
know the way?

Eli wheels around and jabs a scolding finger at her.

ELI
You want to stay on this road with
me, don’t ever let me hear you take
his name in vain like that again.

Solara is surprised by the severity of his reaction.

SOLARA
Sorry.

Eli resumes walking.

83.


ELI
God has a reason for everything
being the way it is. It’s not
always apparent to us. But it is
his plan nonetheless.

SOLARA
So, is he talking to you right now?
Telling you where to go?

ELI
It’s not like that. It’s kinda hard
to explain. I’m guided by faith.

SOLARA
I don’t know what that word means.

BEAT as Eli thinks on how to explain it.

ELI
It means you know something even
though you don’t know it.

Solara thinks about this, shakes her head.

SOLARA
That doesn’t make any sense at all.

ELI
It doesn’t have to.

They walk on.

EXT. HOUSE – DAY

On the outskirts of a small town that lies in ruins. Almost
every building burned or reduced to rubble.

Except for one SMALL HOUSE. The building is damaged and worn
but in mostly decent condition. It stands out among its
surroundings for being the only structure still intact.

The windows are BARRED. The outer structure fortified with
SHEET METAL and other custom patch-ups. The whole plot
surrounded by a CHAIN-LINK FENCE TOPPED WITH RAZOR WIRE.

Eli and Solara crouch behind a pile of rubble nearby.

SOLARA
I don’t get it. It looks almost…
normal. Like nothing ever happened.
How can it still be out here?

84.


ELI
I don’t know.

SOLARA
Maybe we should look inside. There
might be food.

BEAT as Eli considers. Then stands and unhooks his shotgun.

ELI
Stay behind me.

They approach the house cautiously. Arrive at the perimeter
fence. There’s a gate held in place by a PADLOCK.

Eli pulls a pair of BOLT-CUTTERS from his belt and snips the
padlock free. Swings open the gate with a metallic SQUEAK.

They move inside, up the garden path. Though the soil in the
yard is dead, it’s been carefully raked and tended. WEEDS
arranged in thoughtful patterns, like real flowers.

SOLARA
This is weird.

ELI
Yeah.

Eli steps forward, his foot planting on a CRACKED PAVING
STONE that shifts almost imperceptibly under his feet.
Accompanied by a barely audible SOUND. He looks down.

ELI
Shit.

SOLARA
What?

A ROPE NOOSE suddenly whips around their feet, tightening at
their ankles and YANKING THEM UPSIDE-DOWN INTO THE AIR. Eli
drops his shotgun to the ground.

They hang there for a moment, twisting in the breeze.

The front door to the house SWINGS OPEN to reveal…

AN ELDERLY COUPLE. The woman’s gray hair tied into a neat
bun. The man bald, squinting through wire-frame glasses. They
look like the couple from Grant Wood’s “American Gothic.”

Instead of a pitchfork the man holds a 12-GAUGE RIOT SHOTGUN
which he keeps trained from the hip on Eli and Solara.

85.


They step outside, regarding their new visitors carefully.
The man seems more suspicious than his wife. He drags Eli’s
shotgun toward him with his foot, hands it to his wife.

ELDERLY MAN
Who are you?

ELI
My name is Eli. This is Solara.
We’re travelers, that’s all. We
don’t mean you any harm.

ELDERLY MAN
You cut my padlock. I saw you.
Trying to break into our house.

ELI
I’m sorry. We didn’t think anybody
lived here. We thought it was
abandoned, like all the rest.

This seems to annoy the man.

ELDERLY MAN
Take a look around you. Look at
this yard. Does it look abandoned
to you?

Clearly he’s proud of the work he’s done with the pitiful
means at his disposal.

ELI
No, sir. I… like what you’ve done
with the place.

ELDERLY MAN
What’s your business here?

ELI
No business. We’re sorry to have
troubled you. If you’ll let us down
we’ll happily be on our way.

The wife steps forward, she’s much warmer, less guarded.

ELDERLY WOMAN
George, look at them! They’re not
robbers or road agents! One of
them’s just a girl!

ELDERLY MAN
Seen that before. Oldest trick in
the book.

86.


ELDERLY WOMAN
Oh, stop! It’s no trick. Let them
down!

The woman glares at him. The husband reluctantly accedes and
moves to the concealed trap apparatus. Releases the rope,
dropping Eli and Solara to the ground in a heap.

The old woman helps them to their feet. They shake off the
noose from their ankles.

ELDERLY WOMAN
I’m so sorry about my husband. We
so rarely get visitors these days,
he’s suspicious of everybody.
(BEAT)
I’m Martha and this is my husband
George. Would you care for some
tea?

Eli and Solara exchange a look. What the hell is this?

INT. HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – DAY

It’s like something out of the world before. The interior is
almost perfectly preserved. Chintzy couches. A mahogany
table. A TV set in the corner. Lace curtains. Unreal.

Eli and Solara sit on the couch, feeling self-conscious and
looking entirely out of place in this cozy environment.

George sits across from them on the couch, scowling at them
inhospitably. The shotgun resting across his lap.

Martha emerges from the kitchen, carrying a tray laden with a
tea pot and old china cups. Cracked and faded, but intact.
She places the tray on the coffee table and sits.

MARTHA
I’m afraid we don’t have any cake
or biscuits for the tea. They ran
out some time ago.

She lifts the tea port and pours into the cups. But it’s not
tea, only water. Somewhat murky water. Eli and Solara stare
at the cups, unsure. Martha gestures toward them.

MARTHA
Please.

They raise their cups and take a sip. Martha watches eagerly.
It’s clearly a thrill for her to be doing something as
civilized and elegant as serving “tea” to guests.

87.


MARTHA
How do you like it?

ELI
It’s.. uh…

SOLARA
It’s very good.

Martha smiles, delighted. She lifts her own cup to her lips.
HER HANDS TREMBLE, the cup rattling against the saucer.

ELI
Have you always lived here?

MARTHA
For almost forty years now. This
home is our pride and joy, isn’t
it, George?

George just grunts. Not interested in conversation.

MARTHA
We refused to leave, even during
the troubles. We said, didn’t we
George, we said if we’re going to
die anywhere, we’re going to die
right here, in our own home.

ELI
I don’t understand how you’ve
survived out here this long.

MARTHA
Well, George is something of a
handyman, aren’t you, dear? He did
a lot of work on the place, making
it safe. We may be old, but we’re
resilient. We’ve had more than a
few who’ve tried to take this place
from us. Haven’t we, George?

GEORGE
Yes. Yes we have.

He stands and moves toward the back door. Opens it up and
beckons Eli and Solara to come look.

EXT. HOUSE – BACK YARD – CONTINUOUS

Eli and Solara stand in the doorway, looking out on the yard.
Solara is horrified by what she sees.

88.


The entire back yard is a GRAVEYARD. Maybe twenty human
graves dug shallow into the earth. Some were dug long ago,
others look like they’re very recent.

SOLARA
Are these… graves?

MARTHA
Of course. It would be uncivilized
not to bury them. We’re not
barbarians.

GEORGE
Plus, it’s good for the soil.

MARTHA
Come on back inside. I think I
might be able to rustle up some
sandwiches.

George and Martha go back inside, leaving Eli and Solara
gazing at the little graveyard.

ELI
We have to get out of here.

SOLARA
They look so sweet… I would never
have believed they were killers.

ELI
They’re worse than that.

SOLARA
What?

ELI
They didn’t just kill these people.
(BEAT)
They ate them.

Solara is stunned.

SOLARA
They what?
ELI
There’s a disease in the outland.
Spread by eating human meat. It
affects the brain. Dementia, loss
of motor function. Did you notice
the old woman’s hands shaking?
She’s got it. They’ve both got it.

89.


SOLARA
Oh my God…

INT. HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS

Eli and Solara re-enter. Solara looks at George nervously.
He’s still carrying that shotgun.

Martha’s voice drifts in from the nearby KITCHEN.

MARTHA (O.S.)
I found some meat for those
sandwiches! Are you hungry?

SOLARA
No! Thank you!

ELI
We really must be going.

GEORGE
So soon?

An unnerving glint in his eye. Eli moves toward the door.

ELI
Yes, I’m afraid so.

As he gets to the door, George moves to intercept. Hard to
tell if he’s blocking his path or moving to open the door for
him. A tense BEAT.

Martha emerges from the kitchen.

MARTHA
Are you sure you won’t stay?

ELI
Yes. Thank you again for the tea.

Eli stares George down. Reluctantly, George steps aside. Eli
opens the door and escorts Solara outside.

EXT. HOUSE – CONTINUOUS

Eli and Solara emerge into the sunlight. Walk down the garden
path. And FREEZE IN THEIR TRACKS.

THE ARMED VEHICLES ARE COMING. Driving toward them out of the
horizon in a hazy cloud of dust.

SOLARA
Oh no… it’s my dad. It’s his men.

90.


ELI
Are you sure?

SOLARA
I recognize the cars.

ELI
Back inside.

Eli bundles Solara back into the house. George stands in the
doorway, squinting at the approaching convoy.

INT. HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS

George follows them back in, furious.

GEORGE
What did you bring upon us?

MARTHA
George? What’s wrong?

GEORGE
A whole convoy of armed
degenerates, that’s what’s wrong!
Coming here for them! And they led
them right to us!

Martha rushes to the window, pulls aside the lace curtain.
Outside she sees the armored vehicles SCREECHING TO A HALT.

The men spill out from the vehicles and take cover behind
them, locking and loading weapons.

MARTHA
Oh no they don’t…

She rushes across the room, teeth gritted with determination.

GEORGE
Martha, what are you doing?

MARTHA
I finally got this house just the
way I want it. I’m not going to let
anybody tear it apart!

She goes to the couch and yanks off the seat cushions.
Underneath is a WOODEN LID which she throws open to reveal:

A HUGE CACHE OF WEAPONS. Automatic rifles. Shotguns. Pistols.
Grenades. And enough ammunition for everything.

91.


She pulls out an M-60 MACHINE-GUN, slings the strap over her
shoulder and locks in a CHAIN OF BULLETS. She looks like a
post-apocalyptic Martha Stewart.

SOLARA
Where did you get all this stuff?

George pulls out an AK-47, slots in a magazine.

GEORGE
Took `em off them who came looking
to take the place from us. Built up
quite the stash over the years.

He offers a .44 MAGNUM to Solara.

GEORGE
You know how to fire a gun?

SOLARA
My daddy showed me once.

GEORGE
Just like riding a bike.

SOLARA
I never rode a bike.

George sighs, turns instead to Eli.

GEORGE
How about you, you know how to-

Eli is already reloading his shotgun, checking the barrel.
Readying the weapon in the practiced manner of an expert.

GEORGE
Never mind.

EXT. HOUSE – CONTINUOUS

Redridge steps forward, raises a BULLHORN.

REDRIDGE
We know you’re in there! Come on
out with your hands up and your
weapons on the deck and nobody
needs to get hurt.

SILENCE. No sign of activity inside the house.

Redridge turns back to his men. Their hands trembling. They
didn’t sign up for this, and they’re not ready for it.

92.


Redridge turns back to the house. Into the bullhorn:

REDRIDGE
All right, look. I’m gonna make it
easy on y’all. Bring out the girl
with the book.

INT. HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS

Eli is crouched beneath the window. George and Martha have
taken up positions at other windows, peering out.

REDRIDGE (O.S.)
That’s all we want. The girl and
the book. The rest of you’s can go
your way.

SOLARA
What are we going to do?

BEAT as Eli thinks.

ELI
Hand me my pack.

EXT. HOUSE – DAY

Redridge waits. Still no sign of a response. His nervous
gunmen exchange worried looks.

CARNEGIE GUNMAN #2
They ain’t comin’ out. They-

Redridge raises his hand to silence him. Looks up as an
UPSTAIRS WINDOW slides open.

A CLOTH PACKAGE is tossed from the window. It lands in the
dirt outside the perimeter fence a few yards from Redridge.

Cautiously, he approaches. The package is wrapped in cloth
and tied up with twine. It looks like Eli’s bible.

He picks it up and tugs at the twine, untying it. Folds away
the cloth wrapping. Looks for a moment in puzzlement at the
object, at the words written on the front of it.

THIS SIDE TO FACE ENEMY

It’s a MINIATURE CLAYMORE MINE. The small red light on top of
the unit ILLUMINATES WITH A BEEP. Armed.

REDRIDGE
Holy shi…

93.


He drops the package in the dirt and races for his life back
toward the vehicles.

REDRIDGE
Get down! Everybody get down!

He dives across the trunk of the Explorer into cover as THE
MINE EXPLODES, SHATTERING EVERY WINDOW OF EVERY VEHICLE. The
lightweight Mini Cooper takes the main brunt and EXPLODES,
cartwheeling through the air, a burning wreck.

Redridge looks around. Three men lie dead already. Flaming
wreckage all around him. Suddenly, it’s a war zone.

MACHINE-GUN FIRE ERUPTS FROM THE HOUSE, peppering the
vehicles’ armor. The gunmen cower behind cover.

REDRIDGE
Damn you, return fire!

Redridge aims at the house and OPENS FIRE. Inspired by his
example, the others follow. A HAIL OF BULLETS CRISS-CROSS
BACK AND FORTH. The house’s faded paint facade is shredded.

INT. HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS

Martha continues firing wildly with the M-60. Screaming at
the top of her lungs, loving every minute of it.

MARTHA
Come and get it, you god-damn sons
of mother-fucking bitches!

George and Eli also open fire from their windows,
periodically ducking to take cover from incoming fire.

Solara sits across the room, in the corner, sobbing.

ELI
It’s all right. We’re going to be
all right. Trust me.

MORE GUNFIRE splinters the window frame above his head.

ELI
You remember what I told you about
faith?

She nods.

Eli peeks out and FIRES OUT THE WINDOW, dropping one of the
enemy gunmen with a crack shot. Ducks back down as the return
fire impacts around him.

94.


ELI
We’re going to get out of this
alive. Both of us. I know.

SOLARA
Because God told you?

ELI
Because God told me.

Amidst all the chaos and gunfire, George has been listening
to this exchange.

GEORGE
What about us?

BEAT.

ELI
He didn’t mention you.

BEAT. George chambers a round and RESUMES FIRING.

EXT. HOUSE – CONTINUOUS

Redridge’s men continue the hail of gunfire. Six of them dead
now, six more still standing. No lessening of fire from
inside the house. They’re losing.

Redridge races between the vehicles, ducking from gunfire
until he makes it to the back of the Dodge Caravan. Pops the
trunk and pulls out a ROCKET-PROPELLED GRENADE LAUNCHER.

He sets it on his shoulder, rests on the trunk to steady his
aim. And FIRES. The rocket screams toward its target, tearing
through the chain fence and TEARING AN ENTIRE CORNER FROM THE
HOUSE in a fiery explosion.

INT. HOUSE – CONTINUOUS

Filled with smoke. The sounds of COUGHING.

Dazed, George pushes his way through the smoke, waving his
arms to clear it. A BLOODY GASH on his forehead.

GEORGE
Martha? Martha!

He finds her lying on the tile floor in what remains of the
kitchen. Or at least her top half. The rest of her is gone.

George slumps to his knees with tear-filled eyes. Takes his
wife tenderly by the hand for a moment.

95.


Then the anger returns. He gets up and turns, consumed now by
a wild fury. Firing with rage over the torn brick wall. He
CLIPS ANOTHER GUNMAN IN THE HEAD, killing him.

George moves back toward the LIVING ROOM, firing as he goes.

EXT. HOUSE – CONTINUOUS

Redridge moves between the cars again, staying behind cover.
George’s hail of gunfire has them pinned down.

REDRIDGE
We got any more of those RPGs?

CARNEGIE GUNMAN #3
That was it.

REDRIDGE
Screw this.

Redridge jumps into the driver’s seat of the minivan, turns
the key in the ignition. Jams the accelerator down with the
butt of his rifle, then shifts the transmission into DRIVE.

REDRIDGE
Get clear!

The gunmen leap clear as the minivan HURTLES TOWARD THE
HOUSE, engine roaring. CRASHES THROUGH THE CHAIN FENCE.

INT. HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS

Eli looks up from cover and see the van coming RIGHT AT HIM.
He dives clear as the van CRASHES THROUGH THE WALL INTO THE
LIVING ROOM. It SMASHES INTO THE FAR WALL, finally coming to
a stop.

More dust and debris, more coughing. Eli tries to get up, but
winces in pain. Puts his hand to his side, it comes back WET
WITH BLOOD. A bad wound. He covers it with his coat, stands
and moves through the smoke.

ELI
Solara?

SOLARA (O.S.)
Eli!

He finds her in the smoke. She embraces him.

ELI
Are you all right?

96.


SOLARA
I’m fine.

As the smoke clears, Solara sees George PINNED AGAINST THE
WALL BY THE MINIVAN. His body crushed. Dead.

SOLARA
Oh God…

ELI
Come on. We’re going out the back.
We’re running.

As he helps her to her feet, we hear the sound of MOVEMENT
THROUGH THE RUBBLE.

They turn around. The gunmen are ENTERING THE HOUSE, passing
through the smoking hole left by the minivan.

Eli reaches for his sword. Met by the sound of MULTIPLE GUNS
COCKING. Redridge steps out from among the gunmen. Smiles.

REDRIDGE
Go ahead and try it, holy man. You
ain’t that fast.

EXT. HOUSE – DAY

Eli and Solara are shoved out of the house at gunpoint and
marched past the torn perimeter fence to the vehicles.

Eli has been stripped of his weapons and backpack. Redridge
faces him and points a pistol at his head.

REDRIDGE
Where’s the book?

BEAT. Eli doesn’t answer. Redridge cocks the pistol.

REDRIDGE
I ain’t playing.

Redridge stares him down. Eli just stares right back. Totally
unflappable. Redridge motions to his men.

REDRIDGE
Check the pack.

The gunman carrying Eli’s pack opens it up and tips its
contents out onto the ground. The ghillie suit, battery, some
old canned goods, other odds and ends. No sign of the book.

CARNEGIE GUNMAN #4
It ain’t here.

97.


REDRIDGE
It’s gotta be.

Redridge holsters his gun and frisks Eli, going through his
pockets. Finds nothing. He opens Eli’s coat and checks the
inside pockets. Digs around deep inside.

REDRIDGE
Hello, what have we here?

And then suddenly he SHRIEKS IN PAIN. Yanks his hand out to
reveal ELI’S RAT, TEETH SUNK DEEP INTO HIS FLESH.

Redridge flails around violently, trying to get the rat off
him, but it won’t let go. His hand is bleeding badly.

REDRIDGE
Fuck! Get it off! Get it off me!

He finally manages to shake it free. It hits the floor dazed.
Redridge STOMPS ON IT with his boot, reducing it to a bloody
smear in the dirt. Eli lowers his head in sadness.

Redridge clutches his bloody hand, glares at Eli furiously.
Pulls his gun again and marches right up to him, pressing the
muzzle tight against his forehead.

REDRIDGE
If you don’t got the book, what
fucking use are you?

His finger tightens on the trigger.

SOLARA
Wait!

She breaks from the gunmen holding her and rushes toward
Redridge. Reaches inside her dress and PRODUCES THE BIBLE.

SOLARA
It’s here! I’ve got it! Please
don’t kill him.

ELI
Solara…

SOLARA
It’s just a book, Eli. No book is
worth giving up your life for.

ELI
You’re wrong.

98.


Satisfied, Redridge takes the book. Runs his hand over the
leather cover, gazes admiringly at the gold-embossed cross.

REDRIDGE
You did good, sweetheart. Your
daddy would be proud. He knew you’d
come through for him.

Solara looks at Eli guiltily. She feels terrible.

SOLARA
He said he would hurt my mom. If I
didn’t help him.

REDRIDGE
(SMILING)
Daddy’s little girl…

Solara stands between him and Eli. Deadly serious now.

SOLARA
I want you to let him go.

REDRIDGE
What?

SOLARA
You’ve got what you came for. You
don’t need him. Let him go.

REDRIDGE
He’s killed a dozen of my men.

SOLARA
If you hurt him, I’m not coming
back with you. You’ll have to drag
me kicking and screaming.

Solara glares at Redridge. He sighs. He can tell she means
it. It’s not worth the aggravation. He turns back to Eli.

REDRIDGE
Take your shit and get out of here.

Eli gathers up his stuff into his pack. Shoulders it and goes
to pick up his sword, but Redridge puts his boot on it.

REDRIDGE
No weapons.

Eli still has a half-dozen guns trained on him. He turns and
walks away, toward the road. As he passes Solara:

99.


ELI
I told you we’d both live. Now do
you have faith?

A tear runs down Solara’s cheek as she watches him walk away.

Redridge grabs her by the arm and pulls her toward the
vehicles as his men load up and prepare to move out.

IN THE REARMOST VEHICLE

Solara sits in the back seat, staring out the rear window as
it drives down the road at the tail end of the convoy.

She watches as Eli moves away down the road, getting smaller
and smaller until he is just a speck on the horizon.

She bursts into floods of uncontrollable tears.

LATER

Solara in the back seat, calmer now. The tears dried on her
cheeks. She sits staring blankly at the DRIVER in front.

And then she LUNGES VIOLENTLY FORWARD. Clawing and biting at
the driver, who struggles to fight her off. His hands come
off the wheel and the car FISHTAILS WILDLY.

REDRIDGE’S VEHICLE

The DRIVER sees something odd in the rear-view mirror.

DRIVER
What the hell…?

Redridge turns to see the car behind VEERING ERRATICALLY then
SLAMMING ON THE BRAKES, stopping in the middle of the road.

REDRIDGE
Stop, stop!

The car screeches to a halt. Redridge watches through the
rear window as the driver’s side door opens and the driver is
KICKED OUT ONTO THE ASPHALT.

The door closes again, the engine revs and the car TURNS
AROUND, racing back down the road in the direction it came.

REDRIDGE
Shit. Turn around!

DRIVER
We ain’t got the gas for it!

100.


REDRIDGE
She’s getting away!

DRIVER
We got the book! And we got barely
enough gas to make it back as it
is! We can’t go chasin’ her!

BEAT. Redridge knows he’s right.

REDRIDGE
Stupid little bitch…
(BEAT)
Drive on.

The car moves on, following the rest of the convoy.

EXT. HOUSE – DAY

Solara screeches the car to a halt outside the smoking
wreckage of the besieged house. She runs from the vehicle to
where ELI’S SWORD lies in the dirt and grabs it up.

EXT. ROAD – DUSK

Solara races down the road in the car, pedal to the metal.

SOLARA
Come on, come on…

Eventually, she sees him. At first just a dot on the horizon.
But unmistakably Eli. By now, she’d know him anywhere.

Suddenly the engine SPLUTTERS. She checks the fuel gauge; the
needle deep in the red. She pounds the wheel in frustration.

SOLARA
No… No!

The car grinds to a halt, dead. She flings open the door and
leaps out of the vehicle, rushing after Eli on foot.

ON ELI. As always, his pace steady and slow. The sun directly
ahead of him as it sets on the horizon. Headed always west.

Solara is running up behind him, a hundred yards back.

SOLARA
Eli! Eli!

He doesn’t stop or look back. Just keeps on walking.

She finally catches up with him, breathing hard, exhausted.

101.


SOLARA
Eli…

ELI
Thought you’d gone back to town.

SOLARA
I can’t go back there. Eli, I’m so
sorry.

ELI
For what?

SOLARA
For what? I betrayed you! I gave
them the book!

ELI
You did what you believed you had
to.

SOLARA
You’re not mad at me?

BEAT.

ELI
I forgive you.

She continues walking alongside him. Trying to process this.
This kind of compassion is totally foreign to her.

She holds out the sword, offering it to Eli by way of
atonement.

SOLARA
Here. I thought you might still
need this.

Eli seems appreciative that she would think to return it to
him. He takes it and slings it over his shoulder.

ELI
Thank you.

SOLARA
What are you going to do now?

ELI
Same as always. Keep heading west.

SOLARA
Why? I mean, you don’t have the
book any more.

102.


ELI
But I still have my faith.

They walk on together, into the sunset.

EXT. NORTHERN CALIFORNIA – MONTAGE – DAY

Eli and Solara follow the road through burned-out towns and
retail neighborhoods. Gutted and dead, like every place else.

But something is different here. Things are greener. Tufts of
grass here and there. They attract Solara’s attention.

SOLARA
What’s that?

Eli reaches down and runs his hand through the grass.

ELI
It’s grass. It used to grow all
over the place.

SOLARA
How come it’s here?

ELI
I don’t know. Less poison in the
air this near to the ocean, maybe.

They keep walking. Eli groans, clutches his side. Does his
best to hide his pain from Solara. She notices anyway.

SOLARA
What’s wrong?

ELI
Nothing. Just a cramp.

EXT. FREEWAY – NIGHT

They walk on through the night. Eli stops and sniffs the air.

SOLARA
What?

ELI
Do you smell that?

SOLARA
Smell what?

ELI
Salt in the air. We’re close to the
ocean. We’re almost there.

103.


EXT. CALIFORNIA ROAD – DAWN

They keep on along the road. A shallow uphill incline. They
follow it uphill, finally reaching its crest, where they stop
and take in the view before them.

THE PACIFIC OCEAN. Straddled by the GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE – the
once-great structure has partially collapsed from decades of
neglect and disrepair. The span sags and hangs low over the
ocean, the asphalt cracked and ruptured.

On the other side of the bay, SAN FRANCISCO – or the little
that remains of it. The city has been almost TOTALLY
DESTROYED – entire areas reduced to rubble, the few buildings
still standing looking on the verge of collapse.

Solara looks at it all in horrified awe. Eli, unperturbed,
keeps on moving, still clutching his side.

ELI
Come on.

EXT. GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE – DAY

Eli and Solara make their way south across the bridge, side-
stepping the fractures in the road.

EXT. SAN FRANCISCO RUINS – DAY

Eli leads Solara through the rubble of what used to be San
Francisco. It’s like walking through the wreckage of 9/11’s
Ground Zero, but a hundred times the scale. Horrifying.

They pass by the wreckage of a HOTEL, nothing but the lobby
still standing. A HILTON sign protruding from the rubble.

Eli uses his sheathed sword as a walking stick, poking around
ahead of him for loose rubble underfoot. He steps carefully.

ELI
Watch your footing. Step where I
step.

EXT. SAN FRANCISCO – FINANCIAL DISTRICT – DAY

More buildings are still standing here, but they’re nothing
more than great dead monoliths. Solara looks up at the
blasted skyscrapers – she’s never seen anything like it.

The buildings loom over her like giant tombstones. It scares
her – like walking through the graveyard of a dead world.

SOLARA
This… this is the world before?

104.


ELI
What’s left of it.

They keep walking, passing the TOPPLED TRANSAMERICA PYRAMID.

EXT. SAN FRANCISCO – FISHERMAN’S WHARF – DAY

Once a bustling oceanside tourist spot, now a ghost town.

Eli and Solara walk along the litter-strewn street, passing
the old RIPLEY’S BELIEVE-IT-OR-NOT and WAX MUSEUMS. The
celebrity mannequins are still in fair condition, but slumped
at their feet are CHARRED HUMAN SKELETONS.

Eli is struggling now. He looks pale from the blood loss. His
breathing labored. Solara takes him by the arm to help him.

EXT. SAN FRANCISCO – PIER 39 – DAY

A dead, ruined place, like everywhere else. We hear the sound
of SEAGULLS nearby – the only sign of life at all.

Eli and Solara walk along the pier, until they reach its end.
The original end has long since collapsed into the sea, but a
RICKETY HAND-MADE ROPE BRIDGE has been affixed to the pier’s
sheared-off edge.

Eli and Solara stand at the pier’s end, looking out to sea.

ELI
Do you see that?

SOLARA
I see it. Is that it?

ELI
That’s it.

Reveal now that the rope-bridge leads out across the bay to:

ALCATRAZ ISLAND

Looking much the same as it always has, old and dilapidated.
The coastal fog shrouding it gives it an ethereal look. It
feels almost like a mythic place – the “promised land” Eli
has sought for so many years.

A tattered STARS AND STRIPES still flutters in the breeze
atop the prison lighthouse.

105.


EXT. BAY ROPE BRIDGE – DAY

Eli and Solara make their way carefully across the bridge. It
feels highly unstable and sags low over the bay, the waters
below close enough to lap around their ankles.

EXT. ALCATRAZ ISLAND – DAY

Eli and Solara arrive at the prison gates. Securely locked.
As they inspect it for a possible way to enter:

VOICE (O.S.)
Who goes there?

They look up. A GUARD in paramilitary fatigues is stationed
in one of the perimeter towers. Training a rifle on them.

ALCATRAZ GUARD
Identify yourselves!

In the opposite tower ANOTHER GUARD has his rifle trained on
them too. Eli looks up, raises his hands.

ELI
My name is Elijah Stone. I have a
message for your boss. I need you
to tell him that I have a King
James Bible in my possession.

BEAT.

ALCATRAZ GUARD
Remain where you are! Do not
attempt to move or you will be
fired upon!

Keeping the gun trained on them, the tower guard uses his
free hand to talk into a WALKIE-TALKIE RADIO. We don’t hear
the conversation. All Eli and Solara can do is wait.

The guard puts away his radio and shouts back down:

ALCATRAZ GUARD
Be prepared to surrender any
weapons at the gate!

BEAT. And then the massive front gates SLOWLY OPEN ON
MECHANICAL RUNNERS with the low groan of rusted iron.

Eli and Solara look at each other, then step gingerly inside.

106.


INT. ALCATRAZ – MAIN GATES – CONTINUOUS

As soon as they step inside they are SURROUNDED BY DOZENS OF
HEAVILY-ARMED SOLDIERS. Not U.S. military, more like a semi-
official militia. But every bit as deadly.

Eli and Solara raise their hands. A pair of SOLDIERS take
Eli’s pack and sword, pat them both down for other weapons.

SOLDIER
They’re clean.

The soldiers before them part – to reveal a THIN, BALDING MAN
wearing spectacles. He wears Kevlar body armor over his tweed
jacket and tie. Professorial, academic.

He approaches, shakes Eli’s hand vigorously – very excited.

THIN MAN
Welcome, both of you. I’m Professor
Lombardi. I’m the curator here.

ELI
Elijah Stone.

SOLARA
Solara.

LOMBARDI
Solara. What a delightful name. Is
that by any chance Shakespearean?

SOLARA
I, uh, I think it’s Japanese.

LOMBARDI
Wonderful.

He turns back to Eli.

LOMBARDI
Is it true what they tell me? You
have a King James Version?

ELI
Been carrying it with me for twenty-
five years.

Solara looks at Eli, puzzled. Lombardi finds it hard to
contain his excitement.

LOMBARDI
My goodness. I can’t tell you how
exciting this is. Well, come, come!
(MORE)

107.

LOMBARDI (cont’d)
I’ll give you the nickel tour and
then we can all sit down and take a
look at it.

He leads them across the courtyard into the prison buildings.

EXT. DESERT TOWN – MAIN STREET – DAY

Redridge’s remaining vehicles drive back into town and come
to a halt outside the theater. Redridge emerges from his car,
carrying the bible. Walks up to the Palladium and enters.

INT. ALCATRAZ – CELL BLOCK – DAY

What was once a cell block is now an IMMENSE LIBRARY. Stacked
floor to ceiling with books. Lombardi shows Eli and Solara
around. Behind them, a pair of ARMED GUARDS follow closely.

LOMBARDI
Yes, we’ve been doing this for some
time now. Collected over thirty
thousand volumes from generous
donors all across the nation. We
even have a printing press that we
hope to have operational soon.

Solara is stunned as she surveys the endless stacks of books.
She’s never seen anything like it.

SOLARA
You turned the whole prison into a
library?

LOMBARDI
Well, not exactly. We’re more like
a storage facility. We’re holding
these books here in trust, if you
like. When society gets back on its
feet and no longer needs us to
preserve these volumes, they’ll be
here waiting.
(BEAT)
I must ask you, how did you hear
about us? We’ve been doing
everything we can to get the word
out, but we always like to know
where our benefactors come from.

ELI
I was sent here by God.

Lombardi raises a quizzical eyebrow.

108.


LOMBARDI
Is that right? Well, it’s good to
know we’re getting such high-
profile referrals these days.
(BEAT)
I must say, I am so excited that we
finally have a King James. You
know, we have a Talmud here, we
have two Korans, we even have that
Scientology book. But never a
Christian bible, until now. I
honestly believed it was the one
book I’d never see again, after
what happened…

BEAT. Lombardi appears sad for a moment.

LOMBARDI
May I ask what condition it’s in?

ELI
It’s a little beat-up. But it’ll do
the job.

LOMBARDI
Well, then. What say we take a look
at it?

Lombardi looks at Eli with anticipation. So does Solara,
interested to know where this is going to go next.

Eli winces in pain, puts his hand to his side.

ELI
Is there someplace we could sit?

LOMBARDI
Of course. Right this way.

INT. PALLADIUM AUDITORIUM – CARNEGIE’S BOX

Redridge appears. Carnegie looks at him eagerly.

CARNEGIE
Did you get it?

Redridge holds the bible up proudly. Carnegie beams.

CARNEGIE
Show me.

Redridge hands it over. Carnegie sits back in his chair,
running his hand lovingly over the battered leather cover.

109.


CARNEGIE
The new world begins here…

He opens the book and looks inside.

BEAT. And then he looks up at Redridge, confused.

CARNEGIE
What the fuck is this?

INT. ALCATRAZ – CAFETERIA – DAY

Eli, Solara and Lombardi sit at one of the long lunch-room
tables. The two armed guards keep watch nearby.

ELI
Do you have something you can write
with?

LOMBARDI
Mmm? Oh, yes of course!

He pulls a pen from his pocket, motions to one of the guards.

LOMBARDI
Could you please bring us some
writing paper?

The guard nods and moves toward the door. As he does so:

ELI
Bring a lot of it.

INT. PALLADIUM AUDITORIUM – CARNEGIE’S BOX

Carnegie looks at the open bible, jaw hanging loose, his
complexion ashen. Like he’s just been slapped in the face.

REDRIDGE
What? What is it?

INT. ALCATRAZ – CAFETERIA – DAY

The guard brings a THICK SHEAF OF WRITING PAPER to the
cafeteria table, sets it down by Lombardi.

ELI
Are you ready?

LOMBARDI
What exactly am I writing?

110.


ELI
Pay close attention and write down
every word exactly as I say it.

Eli removes his goggles. Solara can’t believe what she sees.

His eyes are pale, milky-white, dead. TOTALLY BLIND.

ELI
The First Book of Moses called
Genesis. Chapter one, verse one. In
the beginning God created the
heavens and the earth. Verse two.
The earth was without form, and
void; and darkness was on the face
of the deep. And the spirit of God
was hovering over the face of the
waters. Verse three. And God said,
“Let there be light,” and there was
light.

Lombardi hurriedly writes down every word.

INT. PALLADIUM AUDITORIUM – CARNEGIE’S BOX

Carnegie sits at his desk, still in shock. Eli’s bible sits
open on the desk before him.

A BRAILLE BIBLE.

Claudia is ushered in by a guard.

CLAUDIA
What’s wrong?

He rushes forward and thrusts the bible into her hands.

CARNEGIE
You told me once that you know how
to read this. This blind language.

CLAUDIA
Well, a long time ago, when I was a
little girl…

CARNEGIE
You’re going to read it for me.
Every word. And I’m going to write
it down. Start at the beginning.

As Carnegie hunts on his desk for a paper and pen, Claudia
opens the book and trails her fingertips across the raised
lettering.

111.


For a moment there is a glimmer of recognition… a faint
smile… but then it fades as Carnegie turns back to her,
eagerly clutching the writing materials.

CLAUDIA
I’m sorry. It’s been so long. I
don’t remember. I don’t remember
any of it.

Carnegie is aghast. BEAT as the anger swells within him,
threatening to explode…

CARNEGIE
God fucking dammit!

He swipes violently at the bible, knocking it out of
Claudia’s hands. He grabs it up and tries to rip it in two,
but it’s too thick to tear. Red-faced with rage, he tosses it
out over the box balcony. It lands somewhere in the dark
auditorium below, between the rows of gutted theater seats.

As he paces angrily back past Claudia:

CLAUDIA
Bill, is there something-

CARNEGIE
Just go. Just get out of my sight.

He slumps in his chair, exhausted and furious. Claudia sadly
turns and leaves him alone with his thoughts.

INT. ALCATRAZ – CAFETERIA – NIGHT

Some considerable time later. Great stacks of paper have been
filled with Lombardi’s handwriting.

Lombardi’s pen races across the paper, struggling to keep up
with Eli’s recitation.

Solara is curled up on a nearby bench, asleep. Eli’s coat
covering her to keep her warm.

Eli clutches his wound painfully as he continues to recite.
He looks paler now than ever. Close to death.

ELI (V.O.)
Dear Lord, thank you for giving me
the strength and the conviction to
complete the task you entrusted to
me. Thank you for guiding me
straight and true, through the many
obstacles in my path.
(MORE)

112.

ELI (V.O.) (cont’d)
And for keeping me resolute when
all around seemed lost.

EXT. ALCATRAZ – EXERCISE YARD – PRE-DAWN

The prison yard shrouded in the dim light just before dawn.

Solara crosses the yard. She looks more mature somehow.
Determined and strong. She carries with her ELI’S SWORD – and
something else, tucked under her arm.

ELI (V.O.)
Thank you for your protection and
for your many signs along the way.

She stops in a nondescript corner of the yard.

At her feet is a SHALLOW MOUND OF DIRT. At the head of the
mound, a SIMPLE TOMBSTONE.

She kneels and places a SINGLE FLOWER on the grave.

INT. PALLADIUM – CARNEGIE’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Lit only by the pale moonlight, barely enough to see by.

Carnegie sleeps soundly in bed. Next to him lies Claudia,
wide awake. She checks that Carnegie is sound asleep, careful
not to wake him before she creeps out of bed and exits.

INT. PALLADIUM AUDITORIUM – NIGHT

Claudia is on her hands and knees in the darkness, searching
blindly in the aisles and beneath the theater seats.

She finds Eli’s bible in some litter strewn on the floor.

ELI (V.O.)
Thank you for the good that I have
done. For whatever light you were
able to shine into the darkness of
this world through me.

Sitting in the darkness, Claudia opens the book and runs her
fingers across the braille, reading. And though we can barely
see in the dim light, we see the smile on her face. The joy.

EXT. ALCATRAZ – EXERCISE YARD – DAWN

As Solara kneels by the grave, we see now that she wears
Eli’s SAINT CHRISTOPHER PENDANT around her neck.

The tombstone reads:

113.


HERE LIES ELIJAH STONE
DIED AUGUST 21, 2048
FAITHFUL SERVANT TO THE LORD
AND FRIEND TO SOLARA

She unsheathes Eli’s sword, plants it in the ground before
his grave. Takes the BOOK from under her arm and opens it up.

It’s a NEW BIBLE. Crudely typeset from Lombardi’s original
transcription and printed on the prison press.

She opens it up and begins to read a passage from the bible
over Eli’s grave. We don’t hear what she says.

As Solara finishes her reading and closes the bible, LOMBARDI
appears behind her.

LOMBARDI
You know, you don’t have to leave.
You’re welcome to stay here with
us. You’ll be safe.

SOLARA
Thanks.

She stands, pulling Eli’s sword from the earth.

SOLARA
But I gotta do what I gotta do.

LOMBARDI
Where will you go?

BEAT. Solara looks at the sword, her fingers playing across
its hilt. The blade glimmers in the light of the rising sun.

There is a determined, purposeful look in her eye.

SOLARA
Home.

EXT. ALCATRAZ ISLAND – DAWN

The sun rises through the fog on the horizon.

The great iron gates grind open. Solara emerges from inside
the prison, steps out onto the island rock.

She is dressed in a flak jacket, combat pants and boots.
Eli’s old pack across her back. Hair tied in a neat pony
tail. Atop that, Eli’s ragged fur hat.

ELI (V.O.)
Thank you for the friend I made.

114.


In her hand she clutches a copy of the newly-printed bible.
Eli’s sword slung over her shoulder.

ELI (V.O.)
Please watch over her as you
watched over me.

MONTAGE as Solara walks back along Fisherman’s Wharf…
through the San Francisco rubble… across the Golden Gate
bridge…

ELI (V.O.)
Thank you for allowing me finally
to rest. I’m so very tired. The
time of my departure is at hand and
now I surrender my soul into your
care, at peace in knowing that I
have carried out your will. That I
have done right with my time on
this earth.

EXT. ROAD – DAY

…and finally back onto a desolate road leading off into the
desert wasteland. She looks up and down the road, then turns
and heads toward the sun on the horizon. Headed east.

ELI (V.O.)
I have fought the good fight. I
have finished the race.

As she walks away into the sun, her lonely silhouette on the
road reminds us of Eli as we saw him so many times before.

ELI (V.O.)
I have kept the faith.

She grows smaller and smaller as she walks into the distance,
until she consumed by the rising sun and we

FADE OUT:

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