"WINDMILLS"
                                       FINAL DRAFT



               INT. FACTORY HALL - DUSK
               A towering industrial hallway. Large rusty machines are
               hammering and grinding, cables swinging overhead, sparks
               shooting in all directions.

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               INT. FACTORY WORKERS' CELLS - DUSK

               Rows of workers are stationed in isolated holding cells. Each
               one sits in a mechanical chair, alternately pulling levers on
               their left and right and staring blankly straight ahead. The
               cells are dirty and bleak.

               An ugly, burly guard paces back and forth on a catwalk above
               the cells.

                                   GUARD
                         Number 886! Did I tell you to slow
                         down? Keep pumpin' those levers!
                         I'll have your guts for stew come
                         tomorrow!

               The guard spits a half-chewed cigar down into one of the
               cells, followed by a yelp from below.

                                   GUARD (CONT'D)
                         Shaddap. Quit yer whining.

               The camera pans down to reveal Worker 886, lit by a shaft of
               orange sunlight from high window. He rubs his burnt scalp.

               A close-up of his face shows a feeling of despair.

                                   GUARD (CONT'D)
                         What do you want? A little kick up
                         the arse?

               The guard pulls a switch and a pipe cap opens overhead,
               sending hundreds of yellow pills pouring into a funnel. The
               camera tracks the sound of the pills as they wind down a
               steel pipe, splitting off at various junctions before
               spilling out into a bowl in Worker 886's cell.

               Worker 886 leaps from his chair over to the bowl, grabs it
               with both hands and pours the pills into his mouth. His eyes
               become wide and he bounds back to the chair, now full of
               energy and motivation.

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               INT. WORKER 886'S CELL - NIGHT

               A bell rings and the workers stop work for the night. The sun
               has set and a blue moonbeam now illuminates the room.

               Worker 886 leaves his chair, exhausted, and plods to a
               cabinet. He draws out an old photgraph.

               Close-up of the photograph shows Worker 886 as an adolescent
               with his parents in a lush, green countryside filled with
               trees and animals. They are standing next to a windmill.

               A tear drips on the photograph. Worker 886 looks up longingly
               at the moon.

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               INT. FACTORY HALL - NIGHT

               The large machines wind down to a halt and the hall falls
               silent.

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               INT. WORKER 886'S CELL - MORNING

               Worker 886 slowly wakes. He lifts his head and suddenly
               realises that the door to his cell is open. He quickly
               glances up; there is no sign of the guard.

               With an expression of joy, he sprints for the door and
               disappears into the darkness.



               INT. FACTORY HALL - MORNING

               Worker 886 cautiously creeps along the hall among the
               inactive machinery. There is no sign of anyone else around.

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               EXT. SEWAGE OUTLET - LATE MORNING

               Head-on shot of a sewage pipe in the side of an iron wall.
               Brown sludge is slowly oozing out into piles of rubbish and
               filth. A metallic clanging noise gets louder until Worker 886
               tumbles out of the pipe. He lands on his backside in the
               sludge, shakes himself off and looks up with a beaming grin
               on his face.

               As the camera draws away, his smile slowly fades to distress.
               The camera reveals a junk yard on the border of the towering
               factory, then draws back further and higher to reveal a vast
               wasteland surrounding it. Wreckage and decay spread as far as
               the eye can see, shrouded by smog from the factory.

               Worker 886 is now a tiny speck below.

               A mid-range shot shows Worker 886 looking back at the
               factory. His expression is one of concern and contemplation:
               should he go back inside?

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               EXT. WASTELAND - EARLY EVENING

               Worker 886 is solemnly walking across the wasteland,
               following the stream of sewage. We can see the factory behind
               him, now a dark shape on the horizon.

               Not watching where he was going, he suddenly trips over a
               chunk of wood in the ground. He looks at it and recognises it
               as part of the windmill seen in the photograph, now weathered
               and broken. He breaks off two pieces of wood and pounds them
               against the ground in frustration.

               Worker 886 sinks his head into his hands and hangs his feet
               in the nearby stream. He lets out a sigh.

               From a point-of-view shot we see several yellow pills slowly
               drift down the stream into shot.

               Worker 886 is startled and lifts his head up quickly. He
               looks around and sees dozens more pills floating towards him.
               He drops to his hands and knees in the stream and scoops some
               up.

               The camera slowly zooms in on his face as he stares at the
               pills.

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               EXT. WASTELAND - EVENING

               Worker 886 is sat cross-legged beside the windmill ruins with
               a mound of pills beside him. His mouth is constantly chewing
               and smiling.

               In his hands are the pieces of wood he broke off of the
               windmill. He has dug them into the ground and is moving them
               back and forth in the same motions as the levers in the
               factory.

               The camera pans across to reveal an endless supply of pills
               drifting downstream.

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