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9
Written by
Pamela Pettler
Short story by
Shane Acker
SEQ. 05 - PROLOGUE
The Focus Features logo appears on screen and we slide INTO
the "O" in Focus.
Stock dissolves from 35mm to 16mm. BLACK & WHITE. GRAINY,
like OLD DOCUMENTARY FOOTAGE.
SCIENTIST'S VOICE
Experiment 208, day 20...
INT. SCIENTIST'S LAB - DAY
We see an early incarnation of a MACHINE (this will be the
inner brain of the FABRICATION MACHINE). We see the
scientist, in a white coat.
We pull back to see the Scientist is playing a complicated
MULTI-LEVEL 3-D chess game on a MULTI-LEVEL GAME BOARD with
the MACHINE. The Scientist makes an elaborate multi-level
move. The Machine reaches an arm out into the chess game but
then malfunctions and strews the game everywhere.
We pull back further to see the back and legs of the
DICTATOR, with black-uniformed soldiers flanking him. The
regime's emblem can be seen on the uniforms.
DICTATOR
Useless.
SCIENTIST
Please. Give it a chance.
We're on the machine, which is clicking and jerking as it
malfunctions.
DICTATOR (V.O.)
One more. That's all.
We turns to leave. We hear the clicking of boots as the
soldiers accompany him out.
We see the scientist's dejected face as he comes towards the
camera to turn it off.
CUT TO:
BLACK
2.
INT. SCIENTIST'S LAB - NIGHT
The grainy footage rolls again; we see the scientist moving
away from the camera (having just turned it on).
The lab is shadowy, late at night. We see his worktable for
the first time, covered with discarded sketches, a furiously
filled-in journal, and pieces of failed machinery (the floor
is also similarly littered). The TALISMAN sits on the
worktable. Nearby is a small old-fashioned tiny little box.
SCIENTIST
(tired, but dictating to
keep the documentary
record complete)
My last possible solution....
(muttering to himself)
It must work...
He gently brushes his fingers over the little box as though
for good luck. He picks the TALISMAN up off the table. He
moves over to insert the talisman into the port of the
machine.
His back to us, he faces the machine. We see him putting
something over his face (but only from behind).
There is a sudden FLASH OF GREEN LIGHT and the machine JOLTS,
and then suddenly, starts up...lighting up, electricity
crackling, parts moving in smooth coordination, etc.
The scientist waits, watching. The machine continues to run.
Its arms move smoothly, almost curiously.
The scientist puts the device covering his face down and gets
up and comes towards camera.
We see the camera's POV as the scientist comes towards us:
CLOSE on the scientist's face, which is exhausted, cheeks
sunken, eyes wide, pupils dilated.
Pull back to show the machine purring, suddenly full of a new
sort of energy. Something new has happened.
The scientist switches off the camera and:
CUT TO:
3.
INT. SCIENTIST'S LAB - A DAY LATER
The machine zips through the complex 3-D chess game at
lightning speed, checkmating the scientist in seconds as the
Dictator watches.
The scientist laughs fondly and pats the machine.
DICTATOR
Perfect.
SCIENTIST
(PROUDLY)
You see, it evolves.
The scientist proudly gives the machine to the dictator. A
flash goes off: someone is taking a picture O.S.
The dictator exits; we hear the click of boots and see as
much as possible of the soldiers flanking him.
OUT OF SIGHT OF THE SCIENTIST,
CLOSE on the machine: the dictator is gripping it with a
nasty firmness. The machine seems to try to squirm away.
The director's BLACK-GLOVED HAND grasps it harder.
he machine, responding to the brutality, lashes an arm out
and grabs the nearest soldier (seen from the back, we see
only the uniform and helmeted head) by the back of his arm,
BREAKING his ARM. The soldier falls (if possible).
he dictator CONTINUES ON WITHOUT BREAKING STRIDE.
DICTATOR
CHILLINGLY)
Yes. Perfect.
And we:
DISSOLVE TO:
SEQ. 010 - Title Sequence
IN BLACK:
TITLE CARD #1
4.
RADIO (V.O.)
(robotic sounding)
Alert. We are in a state of
emergency...
Sounds of WAR: EXPLOSIONS, MACHINE GUNS, SCREAMS...
FADE UP INTO:
INT. SCIENTIST'S WORKSHOP - DAY
A tiny, cluttered attic, filled with bits and pieces of found
material--burlap, door hinges, an old shoe, old eyeglasses,
rusty scissors, pen nibs, gas masks etc. We see the tiny
little box sitting on the cluttered makeshift worktable.
TITLE CARD #2
RADIO (V.O.)
...the Machines have become
uncontrollable... they are shooting
at will... ALERT: stay in your
homes.
Grainy footage as we see the scientist looking around
desperately--he's obviously in hiding.
SCIENTIST
(HEARTBROKEN)
My invention... my beauty... beauty
was taken...
He is feverishly cobbling together a SMALL BURLAP DOLL.
He labels the burlap doll on its back: "1." He makes frantic
notes in a journal. He brushes his fingers over the little
box for good luck, then moves towards a strange contraption
on the table.
LASHES and EXPLOSIONS shake the workshop horribly.
ITLE CARD #3
RADIO (V.O.)
Reports are coming in... they've
breached the Northern walls of the
city...
The radio voice is DROWNED OUT BY EXPLOSIONS. D
ISSOLVE TO:
5.
TITLE CARD #4
INT. SCIENTIST'S LAB - ANOTHER DAY
RADIO (V.O.)
An announcement from our
Chancellor!
DICTATOR'S VOICE
(on the radio)
Comrades, I have lost control. The
Machine is now our enemy. We need
to join forces to fight against it.
We hear EXPLOSIONS and SCREAMS outside.
We see the scientist cobbling together another SMALL BURLAP
DOLL, a little more evolved.
He labels it "5," then makes notes in a journal.
TITLE CARD #5
SCIENTIST
his voice a mere whisper
NOW)
Five so far....I can't get them
right...
ISSOLVE TO:
TITLE CARD #6
INT. SCIENTIST'S LAB - ANOTHER DAY
RADIO (V.O.)
(through static)
Gas masks are being distributed...
ALERT: beware....
We see the scientist desperately grabbing bits and scraps for
one last doll. He is like a skeleton, almost no energy left.
ADIO (V.O.) (cont'd)
...deadly gas....
he radio voice dies out. We hear nothing but STATIC.
ITLE CARD #7
H
H
C
(
6.
The scientist totters over, makes a note in his journal. He
clutches the little box, and suspends this last doll with a
rope in a strange contraption.
SCIENTIST
a feeble whisper)
My last one... this one, finally,
must work... it must....
TITLE CARD #8
The SOUND of the scientist collapsing to the floor.
DISSOLVE TO:
...........................................................
SEQ. 020 - Attic
SEQ. 020 - INT. WORKSHOP - DAY
The thin strand of rope stretches... stretches... and
RAAAACK.
The rope SNAPS, and--
--a SMALL BURLAP FIGURE falls onto the table.
As he falls, he is yanked free from a large, circular
Machine.
e had been attached with the fraying rope and a long cable,
attached to him by the TALISMAN. The cable still dangles
from the Machine, but the force of his fall pulls the
Talisman off.
The little burlap figure pulls himself to his feet, shaking
his head. Falling free from the connecting cable has finally
awakened him.
e is made up of odd patchwork items: burlap, a thick zipper,
big round gas-mask eyes (which we recognize as what we saw
before, in the title sequence).
We pull around to see the number "9" painted on his back.
We pull back further to see...
9
H
T
R
H
S
"
7.
SEQ. 020 - INT. RUINED WORKSHOP - EERIE, INDETERMINATE
DAYLIGHT
.
..he is on the tabletop in the RUINS OF A SMALL ROOM.
Splintered BITS OF WALL jut up to the open sky. Rotted
FLOORBOARDS are BENT and WARPED. The room is full of years
of DUST and ROT. Dust hangs in the feeble rays of dirty
sunlight.
The table and floor are covered with the same kinds of scraps
and raw materials from which "9" is made: burlap, hinges,
bits of Machinery.
9" blinks and turns around, his head darting this way and
that, trying to make sense of his surroundings.
He walks over to the edge of the tabletop. He peers over, and
sees...
...the SCIENTIST LYING DEAD ON THE FLOOR.
lumped on the floor, we clearly see: the scientist's
skeletal hand is clutching a tiny box.
He hears a clattering sound and turns to see
A
loose window shutter. He goes over to the window.
e pushes opens the window to see--
SEQ. 020 - EXT. STREET - INDETERMINATE DAYLIGHT
...AN APOCALYPTIC WASTELAND.
usting machine carcasses, bombed-out ruins, and emptiness
stretch as far as he can see.
Terrible, life-ending destruction.
here is no other living being anywhere.
9 stares in disbelief and horror and fear. He can't make any
sense of it... or the room... or the endless miles of
lifeless wasteland stretching out in front of him.
e seems to be completely alone.
sees a glint of something, a possible sign of life. He
moves to go outside.
C
M
8.
He stops and is strangely drawn to the TALISMAN. He turns
and takes it, stowing it inside his zippered chest before he
heads out.
CUT TO:
...........................................................
SEQ. 029 - 9 Meets 2
SEQ. 029 - EXT. WASTELAND - DAY
9 moves warily in the dusty, grim light, along the deserted
RUINS of the outside streets. It is the remains of war.
Pulverized HULKS of BUILDINGS, torn-open suitcases, scattered
clothes, rusting cars and the grim debris of human
civilization surround him.
He sees a dead body slouched next to a suitcase in the front
seat of a car.
Banners hang on the buildings with a three prong symbol on
them.
achines lie deserted on the sides of roads.
Distracted by the spectacle, 9 stumbles and lands on a ragged
old flyer: REVOLT! He looks back at the War Machines and
Dictator flags. He sees a vandalized poster of what appears
to be a dictator/leader.
9 looks around him, trying to piece together what happened.
Suddenly there is a clanking sound in front of him.
9 sees a light flicker on in the shattered hulk of a war
Machine.
LOSE on 9 as the light crosses his face.
Scared, he ducks behind a huge piece of debris. 9 grabs a
piece of metal lying in front of him.
The shadow moves closer, 9 shakes nervously. The figure
emerges with spear in hand and 9 swings the weapon at him
with all his might.
9 hits him square in the chest. It is another ragdoll: 2. 2
is propelled backwards and falls to the ground on the debris
behind him. 9 quickly tries to hide.
2
A
9.
But 2 is looking at 9 with surprise. He struggles to get up,
2
speaking with urgency to 9.
(firmly, kindly, almost
eagerly; like trying to
soothe a wild animal)
Wait... I am a friend.
LT:
2 (CONT'D)
(GENTLY)
Friend... I am a friend.
9 now sees he has hit a ragdoll, similar to himself. He
hesitates, not sure what to make of this. 2 extends his
hand, calmly, eagerly. 9 hesitates again, then, still timid,
but showing a little bravery, drops his weapon and goes to
help 2 up.
We see that 2 is much older, much more decrepit, much more
primitively constructed: he is made from patchwork bits of
OLD LEATHER SHOES. A SHOELACE stitches up his front and is
tied in a bow at his neck. Bits of leather FRAY off him.
His feet are primitive small HINGES. Half of a pair of
eyeglasses, like an enormous MONOCLE, is attached to 2's hat.
9 helps straighten 2's monocle. 2 smiles at him. We see
that 2 is like a wise mentor, a kindly professor with a
contagious eagerness and imaginativeness.
2 peers eagerly at 9. He circles 9 and spots the number on
his back.
(CONT'D)
(eagerly, excited, like an
intrigued scholar)
Yes... yes... I always thought
there'd be one more.
He nods and smiles. He extends his hand to shake 9's hand.
While doing this, he takes 9's hand and studies it, nodding
with eager excitement. We see that 9's hand is more
sophisticated than 2's.
2 (CONT'D)
The details... how exciting.
(FASCINATED)
Carved wood... steel bolts...
molded copper...
H
9
2
10.
2 turns slightly, and 9 sees his number and tries to say it.
But no sound comes out of his mouth.
looks at him, nodding, again, the kind mentor. He's
interested, observing without judging; curious, kindly and
ready to help.
2 (CONT'D)
You can't speak.
With a friendly, disarming smile, he taps 9's zipper. 9
unzips himself and 2 peers in. 2 looks up, happy that he can
help.
2 (CONT'D)
Yes, yes...
2 looks around nervously and hurries over to his roller-skate
cart covered with detritus - odds and ends, a broken china
doll.
2 (CONT'D)
...come with me.
follows, looking around curiously.
2 finds the china doll.
2 (CONT'D)
Here!
As 2 rummages through the chest of the china doll 9 picks up
a bullet casing from 2's cart and starts tapping it. 2 turns
with the doll's voice box in his hand.
2 (CONT'D)
(sees 9 with the bullet;
whispers sharply)
No! Stop!
2 eases the bullet away from 9, then smiles gently at 9,
EXPLAINING:
2 (CONT'D)
(
QUIETLY)
Some things in this world are
better left where they lie.
e puts the bullet to one side and kneels, prying into 9's
chest. 2 begins to connect the doll's voice box.
A
9
11.
2 (CONT'D)
But if you know where to look,
these ruins are full of riches.
2 concentrates, a look of pleasure on his face as he twists a
few more wires. Static and unclear sound come out at first,
but as 2 tunes the voice further...
9
(as his voice is "tuned
in".. starting with pure
static, then slowly
moving into a voice)
Chhhhhhh.....chhhhehhhh...
2
Wait..
(tunes him in)
...almost there...
9 gets a little panicky look on his face at the strange
sounds coming out of him. 2 puts a calm hand on his
shoulder. 9 calms down and tries again.
9
Friend? Friend?
2
(BEAMING)
Friend.
9
(more and more normal
SOUNDING)
Are we alone?
2
(REASSURING)
No. There are others.
and 2 stare at each other. 9 looks at 2 in wonderment,
then reaches out and touches 2's chest where he hit it.
2 beams at 9, happy 9 can speak, happy he was able to help,
and happy that 9, with his first words, is concerned about
others.
glow beams from within 9's chest. 2 stares. 9 removes the
TALISMAN from his chest.
2 has a big reaction--he draws his breath in and looks at it
in ASTONISHMENT.
9
2
I
9
.
T
(
2
12.
He takes it and looks at it. He gives 9 a look of surprise.
(CONT'D)
But how strange....
muttering to himself as
he turns the Talisman in
his hands)
Yes, he was always drawing this...
exactly like this... how strange...
hey both stare at the TALISMAN.
Suddenly, a is heard OFFSCREEN. 2 looks up IN
HORROR. He grabs his spear. He pushes 9 away almost
fiercely.
ALT:
2 (CONT'D)
(firmly, to 9)
GO!
..........................................................
SEQ. 030 - Cat Beast Attacks
SEQ. 030 - EXT. WASTELAND - DAY
2 points forcefully to an old rusted can.
2 runs into the can.
stands, ready to attack.
9 watches 2, wondering what is coming. Then from behind him,
a large claw of a mechanical figure settles softly next to
9's can. He tries to call out to 2...
And from behind 2 enters--
A HIDEOUS CAT BEAST.
t is a nail and razor-studded predatory Machine with a cat
skull-shaped head, its body laced with bones, nails and
razors. 9 now understands 2 was trying to protect him.
GASPS as he turns and sees it. The Cat Beast lets out a
roar and claws at 2, KNOCKING him over and losing his spear.
looks on with horror.
9
H
T
9
13.
2 attempts to reach for his spear but the Beast holds him
down with its razor-sharp feet.
The Beast is attracted to the Talisman. It picks it up with
one of its jagged claws and looks at it quizzically.
cringes. His movement makes his hiding place teeter,
creaking.
he Cat Beast WHIRLS at the sound. Picking up 2's struggling
body, the Cat Beast stalks towards the noise, right up to 9's
hiding place, sniffing through its hollow nostrils. 9
cringes in terror. The Cat Beast probes with one of his
claws INTO the tin can. 9 recoils. The claws do not find
him and retreat. 9 is relieved.
A beat, then:
9 feels himself violently LIFTED UP and SMASHED.
We see the Cat Beast has picked up the entire tin can and is
smashing it to get at what's inside it. Failing, it hurls
the tin can aside.
9 is almost knocked out. Trying to stay conscious, he
struggles towards the entrance of the can.
is POV: through his haze and through the broken edges of the
opening to the can, he sees the Cat Beast GRAB the Talisman
and the struggling 2 in his sharp-toothed mouth, and
disappearing into the smoky mist.
9 can just make out, in the distance, the silhouettes of
THREE TALL SHAPES.
(MUTTERING)
The others...
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POV SPYGLASS - ELSEWHERE IN THE WASTELAND - LATER
POV SPYGLASS: the spyglass searches through the city and
comes across a lone staggering figure (9).
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Pull back to show the back of 5's head as he peers through
the spyglass, then pulls away so we can see into the spyglass
again. We zoom in through the spyglass to a
CLOSE SHOT on 9--
EXT. WASTELAND - CLOSE ON 9 - CONTINUOUS
9 staggers, weary, and collapses.
In the foreground, the feet of another ragdoll (5) step into
the shot.
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Seq. 040 - Meeting 5
SEQ. 040 - INT. 5'S WORKSHOP - DAY
5 is finishing sewing 9 up.
It's all right. You're safe now.
9
Where am I?
5
With us.
(MUTTERING)
Yes... he told me there were
others...
5
(suddenly, urgently)
Who?
(still dazed, trying to
REMEMBER)
He was older... Out there...
5
2. Out in the emptiness?
HORRIFIED)
Alone? Was he all right?
hen is he coming back?
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