고분자 프로세스(fabrication of bubble wrap)

of his chair. Most of the peoplewear FILTER MASKS to protect them from the toxic air. In aLONG LENS STACK it is a marching torrent of anonymousisolated souls.INT. JAKE’S APARTMENT - NIGHTThe room is a tiny CUBICLEprison cell meets 747 bathroom.Narrow cotwall-screen droning away in the B.G. PERKY NEWSCASTERThe Bengal tigerextinct for over acenturyis making a comeback. Thesecloned tiger cubs at the Beijing Zooare.Jake laboriously pulls his pants off rocking to one sidepushing the fabric down past his hipthen rocking to theotherand so on.His legs are white and atrophied.

bubble rises to the surface; then another. Suddenly, but quietly, a form begins to emerge; a helmet. Water and mud pour off revealing a set of beady eyes just above the mud. Printed on a helmet, in a psychedelic hand, are the words: Gook Killer. The head emerges revealing that the tough-looking soldier beneath has exceptionally long hair and beard; he has no shirt on, only bandoliers of ammunition – his body is painted in an odd camouflage pattern. He looks to the right; he looks to the left; he looks INTO CAMERA, and slowly sinks back into the swamp, disappearing completely.Our VIEW HOL

BOUNDbyLarry and Andy Wachowski　FADE IN:Inside a closet.It is a large closet with double doors, a crisp line oflight cutting down through the center of the darkness.As we begin to descend, we hear a mans stern voice.MAN (V.O.)I know your type. Your type isdangerous.We move past a shelf filled with hat boxes and hand bags.It is a womans closet.MAN (V.O.)You know how to act, how to pretendbut all the time youre waiting,just waiting.We glide over the tightly packed hangers, close enough tofeel the different fabrics and descend past the dresses tothe racks of high heels.

of joyinside.Father and Mother straggle from the other direction,creaking forward an ominously closed-up, wickedly de-signed baby carriage that serves to muffle nasty whiningand thumping noises.HAPPY COUPLEMerry Christmas!Father and Mother fake a smiling response that collapsesas the happy couple passes. They then brake at a story-book bridge over a bubbling brook. With dark nonchalance,Father and Mother each grab an end of the carriage andheave it upward.4 EXT. THE CARRIAGENIGHT 4swirls in the air and splashes down into the small river.Right side up, the carriage gently ride

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