The damn mutt! The endless lights of groveling in the blackness, hidden God knew where, its gaunt chest laboring in the night while around its shivering for the vampires walked. The foraging for food and water, the struggle for life in a world without masters, housed in a body that man had made dependent on himself. Pause and camera back on himself Poor little fella. I'll be good to you when you come and live with me.
Dogs were smaller, they could hide in the places vampires couldn't go. They could probably sense the alien nature of those about them, probably smell it.
Eat your food, that's a good dog. That's the boy. Dog runs across street with hamburger and Neville laughs You little son of a gun. VO Enjoy it, from now on you get dog food. I can't afford to let you have more fresh meat. Dog starts to come back and Neville sits still That's right, boy, get your water now, that's a good dog.
He smile and talks more eagerly Come on, boy, get your water and your milk now, that's a good boy. I won't hurt you. Atta boy. Dog drinks and lifts his head continually to look at Neville I'm not doing anything. VO Wow, I can't believe how odd my voice sounds. When a man hasn't heard the sound of his voice for almost a year, it would sound strange. A year is a long time. He glances at the dog and smiles VO When you come to live with me, I'll talk your ear off.
Come on. Show Him outing numerous bowls of food down over time. Show him inching towards the dog in the chair. Then show Neville sitting in the chair and it slowly turn dark outside and he enters the house.
He starts pacing his house and then have it show the day turn the nights two time, and Neville looking the peephole worried. Open navigation menu. Close suggestions Search Search. User Settings. Skip carousel.
Carousel Previous. Carousel Next. What is Scribd? Explore Ebooks. Bestsellers Editors' Picks All Ebooks. Explore Audiobooks. Howls of disappointed Family can be heard. They roar down ramp and into empty parking lot. He watches Neville and Lisa race away, and after another look in the direction of the stadium where the grenades still burn, he follows them. She has left arm around his middle, gun in right hand aimed into ribs. Yells Into his ear:.
As they reach exit, Neville wheels the bike suddenly. Lisa has to grab him with both hands. He plucks gun from her hand, lowers the hammer as they speed down off-ramp.
Lisa Yells:. She sticks it into her belt and puts both arms around him at they go off onto country road. They pull up in front of an apparently deserted house perched on the edge of a canyon.
Neville leans the bike on its stand, stretches, turns. Window looks dusty, drapes faded, torn. It is moderately dark In house. Neville rubs his eyes. Neville sees gunman.
Lisa moves up beside him. He Is a small Chinese boy of about twelve who holds the machine gun nervously pointed at Neville, He smiles at Lisa, frowns at Neville. They have been waiting to see what was happening. There are perhaps six or eight young people about evenly divided between boys and girls. The others, except for Lisa and her brother, are white. LISA All there is. At least that we know of. There are others around, I guess LISA sardonically Between Matthias and his goons at night and you In the daytime shooting anything that moved, we stayed low,.
Neville Is Irked. He did not come for a seminar In ethics. He climbs off cycle, drops kickstand. He wears a leather jacket, a air of pearl-handled. Saddlebags are staffed with grenades, a Thompson submachine gun, etc. Dutch also wears goggles, an old World War I style helmet, riding breeches and Jack-boots. His hair is long, and on the back of his jacket is painted the upraised red fist of revolution--with the middle finger extended.
He is a tough cookie, but very bright indeed. Dutch pulls off his helmet, smiles at Lisa, ruffles Tommy's hair. Dutch looks at Neville. I was going to apply to Biowar Labs for a post-doc, but the next term never came. You've only seen the tertiary cases Neville is stunned.
It simply has not occurred to him that the young people are also victims of the plague. You know: blindness in light, albinism, psychotic delusions, occasional stages of torpor: like Matthias and his gang.
One or two of us are a little bit light sensitive, but otherwise all right. He's advanced secondary. GIRL shaking head No better. The color is gone from his skin, Lisa. Dutch laughs without humor, lights a candle. They step INTO darkened room, close to bed. They look down to see a BOY lying on bed, tossing. His skin Is light- not dead white, but very light--though his features are African.
His hair is natural, but also light His eyes, when he opens them, are white, but only iris is missing. Pupil is still visible. Neville leans down over him, studying him. This is our first chance to see Neville as Doctor. He could hold here for weeks and then come up one of Matthias' monsters--or he could go over in ten minutes.
And then, At Matthias, they hold again. I almost got killed last summer by a friend. He went over without any warning. When I looked away.
When I looked back he didn't have any eyes. Other KIDS sit around reading, playing guitar, eating. I've got most of what I need there. There was a vaccine. Only an experimental batch. We never thought At this stage the antibodies might turn it around Have you got any Idea how many steps it takes to synthesize an antibiotic specific to this bag?
Matthias creatures. I used everything on the shelves. And then he died very badly himself. Reaction of Lisa, Dutch, small girl, others to apartment.
Lisa turns, sees arsenal, lab. You can't have one without the other. They take Richie down through lab side of apartment. Bed, etc. As the youngsters climb back into truck, one, a little girl, comes to Neville who stands with Lisa.
Dutch stands nearby. She looks up At Neville. That's what some of the kids say. Truck in B. Neville has a glucose drip set up, and on a table beside the bed various equipment for blood samples, etc. He stands looking down at the boy who mumbles, twists, resting uneasily.
Neville picks up a hypo, draws some fluid from a small phial, gives Richie a shot. After a moment or so, his restlessness abates. Lisa comes into room quietly, comes up behind Neville quite close. She is in shadow, only barely visible. In this shot, we discover for the first time since the very brief encounter in the clothing store that Lisa is an exceptionally beautiful woman.
She is dressed In a white mini-skirt, completely feminine. Lisa moves toward phonograph, Neville heads for liquor cabinet. As he passes bust of Caesar and chessboard, he glances down at, board. He turns, looks puzzled too. Also my attorney executive officer, chief of staff He has on a shirt, neckerchief, sports coat. LISA No bother. The house-fuzz was on extended vacation.
Anyhow, you never believe you're the only one left. There was a song: someday my prince will come LISA I kept thinking, someday something's got to come along No power, no gas for the emergency generator, the patching School of electrical engineering at Berkeley.
I saved your tail. Anyhow, if you'd been listening to the kids at Berkeley instead of fooling around in a lab with your superbugs That escape was very clever very "scientific. LISA Nothing. Oh, its his voice. We were with him for a while, you know.
LISA When it happened when even the army fell apart and there was nobody left, Matthias would walk the streets at night ringing a bell. What people were left lived alone, like animals. Richie and I had as a place In the back of a furniture store We heard his bell, and we came out to see And there were other people. We thought we were alone LISA And there were two kids completely alone, with the ruins-of the whole world and six million corpses around them.
Matthias gave us the Family, for a while,. LISA We helped with the burial, with the burning, but when it was done, when the worst was past We can hear the music, see the lights She shivers and continues.
LISA They noticed how different we were. They hated our skin, our eyes, They resented us because we could still walk in the sunlight, enjoy the breeze and the flowers and the clouds rolling in from the oceans.
LISA And one night, when they were awake and we slept, Matthias and the rest tried to kill all of us Everything you could want except another like yourself. It's an awful thing to be alone, Neville, to be the last of something Sooner or later. Maybe I'd have stayed out one night, or walked downstairs, sooner or later. Lisa rises as Neville springs from table. Candles now are only illumination. No, no I haven't fueled it in two days.
As he talks, Neville is getting stun guns, flashlight, grenades. He tosses a stun gun to Lisa. You won't need that, but still it'll make you more comfortable. He climbs out trap door in roof of elevator, grabs elevator cables. Prying open bottom elevator door. This should be rather hard with only inches to stand on, as he works. As Neville finally stands in garage, resting against wall next to open elevator, he sees:. His expression does not change as he pulls gun from shoulder sling, cocks It, opens fire at door.
He has a large battery light and is hustling five-gallon gasoline cans over to tank on generator. Pours gasoline. They stand in the darkened plaza next to the now silent fountain. Zachary has a rope with a grapple on it. He throws it up to balcony of second floor. When he comes back up, I'll be waiting.
Gimme ten minutes and it's Paradise lost. Hang In, Brother. Then he tosses grapple to next floor, climbs. Below, B. The doors are open. It is a dark hole. There is no sound. He is pulling rope to start generator. It will not turn over, he curses and tries again. On the fourth pull, it connects, motor starts, lights, come on, flickering at first then steadily. Neville smiles, sighs with relief, looks toward garage door. There is only silence. Some HOWL in pain, stumble, writhe on ground, crawling to bushes.
He is well under floodlights which are spaced every thirty feet or so above him and pointing oat. It is only the reflected and diffused light he must contend with. Where did the sound come from? Was it close or distant? She stands now facing elevator, head turned. Neville--or something else? It is Neville. He smiles at her reassuringly. Then O. He swings stun gun up, seeming to aim directly at her.
Zachary is over balcony, covering his eyes with one arm. He is aiming pistol at Neville while covering eyes from light with left arm. Bullets chew up drapery, wall. Bullets hit him, but he tries to come on. The short bursts hit him, knocking him backward like a fire hose.
He stumbles, rises covered with blood, his face unveiled now, blood on the pale skin, running into his blank eyes. He falls without a sound. I promise You. He lies sprawled on cement of plaza, eyes open, frozen, At last unaffected by the floodlights. In his right hand, we see the pistol. He sees pistol, mouth twitches.
His votes Is soft, sorrowful. No, look. Neville has dropped gun, walks slowly to Lisa who lies on floor, raised on one elbow. You thought, the honky's freaked out. Eyes closed she still grins, reacts to his touch. She smears some of the grease on his face. They kiss, break, look at each other: two people who've been through a lot for a long time. If there is a God, they want to thank Him for this chance to be human again. She is alone, reaches out for Neville. Sun strikes bed. She opens eyes, squints with more than normal reaction to sun.
She walks rapidly to balcony, draws blinds. She is nude. She rubs her eyes, looks at her hands. Stands in shadow, worried expression on her face. Neville does not see Lisa at first. He stands scratching head, considering how to proceed with Richie, walks over to laboratory facilities.
No loss of pigment since yesterday, vital signs steady. He's comfortable. I was thinking. It is been a long time since I had anyone to take care of They exchange amused looks. I need some things for the serum.
Want to come? She reaches up, takes down a bottle of pills, tosses it from hand to hand, grins at Neville. Lisa tosses the bottle away. They walk from the drugstore hand in hand, Neville carrying a sack of supplies. It is surrounded by cars, an ambulance has crashed on the emergency ramp. The scene should take into account the awful final days of the plague, and how it must have been at the hospitals. Neville carries his stun gun, remains impassive as they walk.
Lisa reacts to horrors despite her toughness. In each bed there is a corpse, desiccated, skeletal, some are lying, some sitting up. One is half out of bed. The horror is moderated by the darkness and shadows of the ward.
Lisa looks straight ahead now. Neville, stun gun in right hand, keeps on lookout for Family members. The dead nurses, desiccated, uniforms rotted, sit in various postures as death caught them. He looks around, spots a small centrifuge. He has centrifuge, spots a white lab coat hanging on a clothes tree. Takes it down, looks at it, bundles it up and sticks it into centrifuge. LISA I never learned that kind of make-believe. I just keep wondering, why me?
Why did I live? Thank your genes. It is empty. Neville and Lisa in B. LISA trying to hide her queasiness Corrode your mind, send you running for the front of the bus Go on. As he says last line, she begins. Blood gushes up, begins to fill the bottle.
Look who gets left behind to play Noah after the flood. Lisa smiles at him. He looks up, suddenly terrified as he sees Neville. You remember that place where there was light? The place where the creeps all came at night trying to bring it down? LISA This is it. This is Neville. Maybe just a little spooked once in a while.
Well just have to keep pumping it to him. Streaking in her hair should now be somewhat noticeable. You need this stuff, too.
The more people we can inject, the more we'll have serum for We'll take what we need, and head for the mountains and the valleys She is listening, but her expression shows that she is preoccupied with other thoughts. Neville has left workbench and walks across apartment. Lisa walks with him. They stop near liquor cabinet. Vines, fields that will grow anything we want to plant. I told them in Biowar, you people are crazy.
This kind of research Ah, why do you think I was a colonel instead of a lieutenant general? They're dead. We know. Its not worth our time. He takes off lab coat, climbs into coveralls, gets stun gun, belt with flashlight, grenades, etc. He cocks stun gun, checks pouch for ammo, checks flashlight. It is the child we met in the house with Al and Richie and the Others. She conceals her bicycle at the edge of the plaza and scurries fearfully across the open space to the fountain.
On the edge of its lowest basin, she lays out a pitiful array of flowers and an apple or two from a paper shopping bag she carries. She crouches, kneeling with her hands clasped, hardly daring to look up at Neville's tower. GIRL Please I brought you this stuff. Don't let them take me either, and put me in a bag.
The girl's offering lies unheeded on the fountain. The boy is unconscious, mumbling deliriously. That Matthias, he wants you. All the cops want' I you. They gonna get you, boy, they gonna make you come over, you hear? This dialogue in background while Neville and Lisa who is O. TO MED. I guess you could call them that. How many are there? The last of those four billion steamy bodies that were crawling around last time somebody took a count.
They were a dandy bunch weren't they? LISA They did the best they could. Who the hell are you to put down the human race? I'm nobody, baby I was just part of the crowd, and I didn't think much of it. Pretty soon those sick animals out there'll be gone, and then we will be too and all that'll be left is this points to his collection of cultural artifacts That one Rembrandt's worth more than everyone left alive in this stinking city!
LISA I've heard that kind of talk before, you uppity, honky pig I've heard THAT kind of talk before, too, and that got everybody a hell of a long way, didn't it? There're just about enough of us here to go through all that again, right?
Too bad we don't have enough folks around to do the United Nations over, isn't it! LISA I know it doesn't mean much to you, but it happens this is an anniversary.
Two years ago today, all those no-good people you just wrote off, died in this town. I've got a mother and father Richie and I buried with our own hands out there, after the Army stopped burning the bodies.
Id like to go visit them, if it's all right with you! She is walking along a path with grass grown up on both sides. WE SEE now that she is walking in a cemetery. The graves are overgrown, some of the stones fallen. The place is in general disrepair. She pushes aside some tall weeds and stands before a place relatively cleared, where someone has put gravel to keep down the weeds and has carefully outlined a large grave-site with coke and seven-up bottles by burying them in the ground neck down.
There is a faded plaque of wood, probably the bottom of an orange-crate or something more substantial. On it are the names and dates of her parents:. In front of the marker are a couple of tin coffee cans with the remains of long-wilted flowers in them. She stands for a moment, silent, near tears. Then she speaks in a low, almost conversational tone. But it's hard times, momma, daddy. You never knew what hard times was. You only thought you did.
A SOB. She cocks it as she turns, and her face is hard. She sees nothing. Perhaps some thirty meters away through the weeds and grass, she sees a crypt. It, too, is overgrown with moss, ivy, and has not been cared for. The door is ajar slightly. Lisa is outlined against the bright summer sky, her shadow long, only her silhouette visible. She stands looking inside.
The woman, a hood over her head and shoulders like a shawl, kneels beside a tiny body laid out on rags. Her fingers touch its leg or arm.
Then she turns very slowly to her left, looks up at Lisa from the deep shadows. Her face is dead white, white hair straggled around it. Her eyes are the blank white of all Matthias' people. And there are tears running down her cheeks. It is obviously a newborn infant. It is late afternoon.
The fountain bubbles, its water spewing into the air and cascading down from one level to another, over the sides and into the bottom pool. Arms folded, he stands watching fountain splash.
He enjoys watching it. Lisa pulls UP, parks the car, and gets out slowly, carrying her gun listlessly. She is absorbed in thought, stops a little behind Neville on the far side of fountain. She wears sunglasses and a scarf though it is not bright. Her hair has a few subtle streaks in it and her skin has lightened also.
Neville has glanced at the car as it arrived, is now turned back to fountain. Lisa is restless. She walks around fountain, looks through at Neville from the far side. LISA He's got eyes like his momma, big and soft. Melting brown. I'll know when they're right. She always said held give the girls hell.
And he would LISA Yes. Right where we put them down. We talked a while. I did not. He looks puzzled at her angry response.
As she continues, his expression changes to one of compassion. Because one of them was a dead baby Stillborn, like all of them. And the other one was its mother. Bring enough food for two weeks. Its Christmas. What about my presents? Make no mistake, my fellow Americans The window is still open. We find something in a week or two. I can still fix this. This is ground zero. This is my site. We talked about this. I'm not gonna let this happen.
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By Title. In Scripts. By Writer. I Am Legend Synopsis: Robert Neville is a scientist who was unable to stop the spread of the terrible virus that was incurable and man-made. Immune, Neville is now the last human survivor in what is left of New York City and perhaps the world. For three years, Neville has faithfully sent out daily radio messages, desperate to find any other survivors who might be out there.
But he is not alone. Mutant victims of the plague -- The Infected -- lurk in the shadows Perhaps mankind's last, best hope, Neville is driven by only one remaining mission: to find a way to reverse the effects of the virus using his own immune blood. But he knows he is outnumbered Genre: Drama , Horror , Sci-Fi. Director s : Francis Lawrence. IMDB: 7. Next ». The world of medicine, has seen its share of miracle cures. From the Polio vaccine, to hearth transplants. But all pass achievements may pale in comparison to the work of doctor Alice Kripin.
Thanks you so much for joining us this morning. Doctor Kripin, give it to me in a nut shell. Take something designed by nature and reprogram it, to make it work for the body rather than against it.
Virus, which has been engineered at genetic level, to be helpful rather than harmful.
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