127 Horas

EXT. SPACE. NIGHT.

Huge, molten rocks tumble towards us out of the dark. We don’t know where we are, just that it’s terrifying. Were one to hit us, we would be obliterated in an instant.

EXT. SPACE. NIGHT.

Further back, it is now clear that we are in the middle of an asteroid shower powering through space. Behind the turmoil of flying rocks, in suspended tranquility, we see the striped, exotic colours of distant planets.

EXT. SKY. NIGHT.

Black. Faint pin-pricks that we recognise as stars. Distantly, we see the asteroid shower trailing its fire across our dark galaxy.

EXT. EARTH. NIGHT.

A mile above the earth. We are moving towards a beacon of light in the darkness. Closer, it is revealed to be a stadium, lit up for an event. It could be baseball, soccer, a U2 concert....whatever it is, we hear the growing roar like the sea crashing against the shore.

Closer still, we see the seething crowd. Which mixes into...

EXT. CROWD SCENES. VARIOUS.

...more crowds. Thousands and thousands of people, all having a huge, huge night. A Mexican wave erupts. A soccer crowd roars its approval at a goal. An army of fans stretch their yearning hands towards the singer on stage, a million Indians at the Kumbh Mela, a rave in a field, a subway party, a flash mob in Victoria Station, faithful singing at a midnight mass in St Peter’s Basilica...

This is humanity, united.

INT. ARON’S HOUSE. BEDROOM/ HALL/ LIVING ROOM. NIGHT.

Sudden and jolting silence. A bedroom. Not much in it. Then, a phone rings. Shocking in this silent world. The camera stops then moves through the house, the camera our POV.

We see a meticulously tidy, sparse environment. Very male. The camera stops in the doorway of the living room where the phone is ringing. Eventually, the answer-phone clicks in.

PHONE

Hi, this is Aron. Leave a message.

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