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RESIDENT EVIL
ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY
BY
GEORGE A. ROMERO

BASED ON THE GAME BY CAPCOM

SCREEN STORY
BY
GEORGE A. ROMERO
&
PETER GRUNWALD


CONSTANTIN FILM
ROMERO-GRUNWALD PRODUCTIONS

FIRST DRAFT
OCTOBER 7, 1998

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RESIDENT EVIL

PRESENTATION CREDITS appear... then FADE...

Out of BLACK... SHOCK CUT TO:

INT LAB "A" LEVEL TIMELESS

A MAN'S FACE, filling the screen.

MARCUS (filter)
Stay away from here!

We're watching A VIDEO MONITOR. A pre-recorded tapeshows
a view of what is obviously a pristine-RESEARCH LABORATORY.
DR. JOHN MARCUS, in a lab coat, faces THE CAMERA, disheveled
and looking like a madman.

MARCUS (cont. filter)
This lab must remain sealed!

INT CONFERENCE ROOM TIMELESS

Overhead lamps cast pools of LIGHT down onto A CONFERENCE
TABLE, onto THE HANDS of PEOPLE assembled to observe the
video. We seeNO FACES. But expensive WATCHES, sleeves
with high-ranking STRIPES, indicate wealth, power, and a
military presence.

THE VIDEO: On the wall behind MARCUS, we see SHADOWS darting
frantically. We hear VOICES rising in panic.

MARCUS (cont. Filter)
For God's sake, don't come in!

The CAMERA is SWATTED by A HAND that lurches suddenly into
the foreground. We only see it for afew video frames, but
we might subliminally notice LESIONS on the flesh. The IMAGE
SWIRLS wildly. The next clear picture we see... is of the
same laboratory...topsy-turvy. THE CAMERA is lying on its
side on the floor.

VOICE IN THE ROOM (o.s.)
Look. Here.

A LASER POINTER casts a RED DOT on a corner of the video
screen, indicating A HUNCHED FIGURE, leaning over A HUMANBODY, apparently ...feeding! With a GRUNT, the figure turns.
and LUNGES, it's face covered with BLOOD, at the CAMERA. The
image SWIRLS again, and the SCREEN GOES BLACK. With a MUSIC
STING, a single TITLE appears, full across the blackness...

RESIDENT EVIL


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EXT FOREST LAND PRE-DAWN

A DARK SKY ...and in the foreground, profiled against a FULL
MOON, ADARK FACE ...watching the heavens with piercing black
eyes, alert, though not predatory. This is CHRIS REDFIELD,
young, handsome. More than simply an outdoor type, he seems
perfectly in place, almost part of the environment.

A band of purple tints the horizon, outlining the tops of
magnificent uncorrupted hills that extend for miles. Sitting
on a ridge, squinting into that band oflight, Chris sees ...

...AN EAGLE coasting on a channel of wind that cuts through
the hilltops. As the bird moves swiftly closer, it becomes
recognizable. Chris smiles and jots a note on a pad.

The regal bird lands on a high rock where ...unexpectedly...
a freshwater trout lies flapping, three-thousand feet above
the highest water.

CHRIS
Take it, Goliath. It's yours."Goliath" snaps up the fish and flies away with it.

CHRIS (cont.)
See ya next year, guy.

Chris reaches into a water-filled bucket, pulls out another
trout, climbs efficiently, unerringly, across a precarious
Cliffside, and deposits the fresh fish on the-same high rock.
ANOTHER EAGLE, smaller, a female, appears in the sky.

CHRIS (cont.)
Cleopatra.

Chrisscrambles back to his place and jots another note.

"Cleopatra" spots the fish, pumps her wings, and swoops down.
She's about to snap up the prize, but at the last minute, she
recoils and climbs again, hovering.

CHRIS (cont.)
Come on. Come on down.

The eagle circles, its sharp eyes scanning. It makes another
dive, but stops short again.

CHRIS (cont.)
What's...