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The Giver
by Alexander Ramirez (Alram1988@aol.com)

Rated: PG-13   Genre: Science Fiction/Fantasy   User Review: ****
From the Newberry Award winning novel by Lois Lowry. A young boy learns the heartbreaking secrets behind his seemingly Utopian community, through the power of his startling gift.


Copyright 1993 by Lois Lowry. Novel originally published by Dell Laurel-Leaf an imprint of Random House Children's Books a division of Random House, Inc.



FADE IN:

EXT. RECREATION AREA - DAY
                                                            
A burning-red apple flies through space. As the pristine orb
draws its downward arc in the sky, it somehow loses its
brilliant hue.
                                                            
JONAS, 11, catches the apple and promptly inspects the odd
fruit, squinting his pale eyes.
                                                            
                       ASHER (O.C.)
Toss it back, Jonas!
                                                            
Twenty yards across from Jonas, a round-faced boy with
unkempt hair, ASHER, 11, waves his arms. Jonas heaves the
apple back toward his playmate, who drops it on the ground
as it arrives.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Asher, have you noticed anything
strange about that apple?
                                                            
                       ASHER
That it keeps jumping out of my
hands?
                                                            
Asher retrieves the fruit and tosses it back to Jonas.
Against the grey sky, the change happens again: just for a
flickering second, that brilliant, burning red overtakes the
black-and-white.
                                                            
Just as Jonas catches the apple, a voice blares out from a
speaker-box mounted on the nearby building structure:
                                                            
                       SPEAKER (V.O.)
The recreational period has ended.
Please return to your classrooms.
                                                            
Immediately, obediently, Asher and the school of other
children in the vicinity cease their games and start toward
the building.
                                                            
                       ASHER
Come on, Jonas.
                                                            
Jonas blinks over his pale irises in a fit. He stares
nonplussed at the apple's now-grey skin. With classmates
streaming by him, he furtively slips the fruit into a pocket
on his tunic, and then trails his peers into the building.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            

2.

OPENING CREDITS: " T H E G I V E R "
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' DWELLING - DINING AREA - NIGHT
                                                            
Muted colors. Simple décor. Gathered around the dining table
with Jonas is his strikingly vanilla family unit: FATHER,
30's, MOTHER, 30's, and little LILY, only 7.
                                                            
They have just finished their evening meal.
                                                            
                       FATHER
Who wants to be the first to share
feelings tonight?
                                                            
Lily wiggles in her seat with impatience.
                                                            
                       JONAS
You go, Lily.
                                                            
                       LILY
Um, I felt very angry this
afternoon. My childcare group was
at the play area, and we had a
visiting group of Sevens, and they
didn't obey the rules at all! One
of them - a male, I don't know his
name - kept going right in front
of the line for the slide! I felt
so angry at him, so I made my hand
like this:
                                                            
Lily squeezes her tiny hand into a defiant fist.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Why do you think the visitors
didn't obey the rules?
                                                            
                       LILY
I don't know.
                                                            
                       FATHER
Where were the visitors from,
Lily-billy?
                                                            
                       LILY
Our leader told us, but I - I
don't remember. I must not have
been paying attention. They were
from far. Another community.
                                                            

3.

                       MOTHER
Do you think it's possible that
the rules in their community may
just be different than our own?
                                                            
                       LILY
I suppose.
                                                            
                       JONAS
You've visited other communities,
haven't you?
                                                            
Lily nods.
                                                            
                       FATHER
How did you feel there?
                                                            
                       LILY
Strange. They were learning usages
that my group wasn't yet, so we
felt... stupid.
                                                            
                       FATHER
I'm thinking, Lily, about the boy
today. Do you think it's possible
that he --
                                                            
The speaker-box planted high in the corner of the dwelling
blares on:
                                                            
                       SPEAKER (V.O.)
Attention. This is a reminder to
male elevens that objects are not
to be removed from the recreation
area, and that snacks are to be
eaten, not hoarded.
                                                            
Jonas shrinks in his seat. His family unit subtly peeks over
at the desk in the adjoining living area, where the apple
rests next to a magnifying glass.
                                                            
Father breaks the painful silence:
                                                            
                       FATHER
Lily, do you think it's possible
that the boy simply felt strange,
being in a place he knew nothing
about?
                                                            
                       LILY
Yes.
                                                            

4.

                       FATHER
Are you still angry?
                                                            
                       LILY
I guess not. I guess I feel a
little sorry for him. And sorry I
made a fist.
                                                            
                       FATHER
Well, then. I have a concern at
work. One of the newchildren in
the Nurturing Center was born
undersized.
                                                            
                       LILY
What gender is it?
                                                            
                       FATHER
Male. He's a lovely little male,
but he isn't growing as fast as he
should, and he doesn't sleep
soundly. We have him in the extra
care section for supplemental
nurturing, but the committee is
beginning to talk about releasing
him.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Oh, no. I know how sad that must
make you feel.
                                                            
Jonas and Lily nod sympathetically.
                                                            
                       FATHER
Well, I'm going to keep trying. I
may ask the committee for
permission to bring him here at
night. You know what the
night-crew Nurturers are like. I
think this little guy needs
something extra.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Of course.
                                                            
                       LILY
Maybe we could even keep him.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Lily, you know the rules.
                                                            
                       LILY
Well...
                                                            

5.

Lily simpers. Mother grins.
                                                            
                       FATHER
Jonas, you're up.
                                                            
Jonas clears his throat and takes his time to find the
correct words.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I-I'm feeling... apprehensive.
                                                            
                       FATHER
Why is that, son?
                                                            
                       JONAS
I know there's nothing really to
worry about, and that every adult
has been through it. But it's the
Ceremony I'm apprehensive about.
It's almost December.
                                                            
Little Lily whispers in awe:
                                                            
                       LILY
The Ceremony of Twelve.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Lily, go get into your
nightclothes now. Father and I are
going to stay here and talk to
Jonas for a while.
                                                            
                       LILY
Privately?
                                                            
Mother nods. Lily reluctantly scampers off.
                                                            
                       FATHER
      (to Jonas)
I'm glad you told us your
feelings. You know, every December
was exciting to me when I was
young, too. Each one brings such
changes.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
      (to Father)
But, to be honest, for you there
wasn't the element of suspense
that there is with Jonas'
Ceremony.
                                                            

6.

                       FATHER
Well, no. I was already fairly
certain of what my Assignment
would be.
                                                            
                       JONAS
But didn't the Elders select in
secret? How could you have known?
                                                            
                       FATHER
Well, it was pretty clear what my
aptitude was. I spent almost all
my volunteer hours in the
Nurturing Center. Of course the
Elders knew that, from their
observation. So I expected it, and
was pleased, but not surprised,
when my Assignment was announced
as Nurturer.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Yes, and I wasn't all that
surprised when they announced my
Assignment in the Department of
Justice either.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Did the community still applaud
even though they weren't
surprised?
                                                            
Father shoots Jonas a warm smirk.
                                                            
                       FATHER
Of course. The selections are very
rarely big surprises. What's
important is the preparation
you'll receive for your adult
life.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I know. Everyone knows that. I
just don't know where the Elders
might decide to place me.
                                                            
Mother reassuringly reaches across the table and places her
hand atop Jonas'.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
There are very rarely
disappointments, Jonas. There's no
need to feel apprehensive.
                                                            
 

7.

INT. JONAS' SLEEPING-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
The furnishing is sparse: a bed in one corner, a desk in the
other. Jonas pulls a wool blanket over himself in bed.
                                                            
 
EXT. JONAS' DWELLING - NIGHT
                                                            
Father sets a tidy bag of waste outside the front door.
                                                            
 
INT. FATHER & MOTHER'S SLEEPING-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
There are two separate beds. Mother sits on the edge of hers
and pops a small pill into her mouth, downing it with a
glass of water.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' DWELLING - DINING AREA - NIGHT
                                                            
Father twists open a medicine bottle and ingests the same
type of tablet.
                                                            
 
INT. LILY'S SLEEPING-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Lily tosses and turns in bed, hugging a stuffed animal of an
elephant.
                                                            
 
EXT. AREA OF DWELLINGS - NIGHT
                                                            
Night-crew workers bustle about the clusters of uniform
homes, collecting waste bags, sweeping pathways, operating
flat-beds, or performing speaker-box maintenance.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' SLEEPING-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas falls fast asleep in a world of black-and-white.
                                                            
 
INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
                                                            
Jonas sits perfectly upright in a desk amongst his similarly
upright peers, as an instructor delivers a presentation on a
view-screen at the head of the classroom. The screen
displays schematics for a small airplane.
                                                            

8.

                       INSTRUCTOR
Inside, every search plane
contains a screen on the front
panel, where blurbs of heat show
up as smears on the radar.
                                                            
Jonas' eyes stray across the room to a girl seated on the
other side: FIONA, 11. She has light, flowing hair, and a
tragic, innocent face.
                                                            
                       INSTRUCTOR (cont'd)
The sensors on the plane's
exterior trace the warm object and
show it to the pilot, who sends
word down to the search parties to
investigate. This way, the lost
can always be rescued in the
unlikely event --
                                                            
Asher bursts through the classroom door, panting for air. He
dashes to his desk, right next to Jonas.
                                                            
                       ASHER
      (to the class)
I apologize for inconveniencing my
learning community. I left home at
the correct time but, when I was
along near the hatchery, the crew
was separating some salmon. I
guess I just got distraught,
watching them.
                                                            
His classmates struggle not to laugh.
                                                            
                       THE CLASS
We accept you apology, Asher.
                                                            
                       INSTRUCTOR
And I thank you, Asher, because
once again you have provided an
opportunity for a lesson in
language. "Distraught" is too
strong an adjective.
                                                            
The instructor scrawls "DISTRACTED" next to the word
"DISTRAUGHT" on the board. The immature class titters, as
Asher sinks into his desk.
                                                            
 

9.

EXT. JONAS' DWELLING - DAY
                                                            
Father parks his bicycle in a row of bikeports outside the
dwelling. Lily rushes over as he unstraps the carrying
basket from the back of the bike.
                                                            
                       LILY
Oh, look! He's here! Isn't he
cute? Look how tiny he is! And he
has funny eyes like yours, Jonas!
                                                            
Jonas approaches the commotion, glaring at his sister.
Father rebukes Lily with his tone:
                                                            
                       FATHER
Lily!
                                                            
                       LILY
      (to Jonas)
I'm sorry for being rude.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I accept your apology, Lily.
                                                            
                       LILY
But look how cute!
                                                            
Inside the basket lay the precious NEWCHILD, no more than a
few months old. The baby has pale, solemn eyes, akin to
those of Jonas.
                                                            
                       LILY
Maybe he had the same birthmother
as you, Jonas.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' DWELLING - LIVING AREA - NIGHT
                                                            
Father places a document filled with text and four lines for
signature on the studying desk.
                                                            
                       FATHER
We must all sign this pledge
promising not to become attached
to our temporary guest. My plea
for the newchild was accepted by
the committee this afternoon.
                                                            
Father's produces a fountain pen and signs on a line.
                                                            
                       FATHER (cont'd)
He has been labeled as Uncertain,
and granted an extra year of
nurturing before his Naming and
            (MORE)

10.

                       FATHER (cont'd)
Placement. That is, assuming he is
able to reach the special set of
weight and maturity standards that
the committee has agreed upon.
                                                            
The rest of the family unit form a queue to add their
signatures.
                                                            
                       FATHER (cont'd)
From now on, the newchild will
spend every night with our family
unit, so that I may nurture him to
the best of my abilities. But we
must agree to relinquish him,
without protest or appeal, at next
year's Ceremony when he is
assigned a family unit of his own.
                                                            
TIME CUT
                                                            
Father, Mother, and Lily hover over the infant. Jonas busies
himself with schoolwork at the desk, feigning disinterest in
the newchild.
                                                            
                       LILY
I think newchildren are so cute.
When I become a twelve, I hope I
get assigned to be a Birthmother.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Lily! Don't say that. There's very
little honor in that Assignment.
                                                            
                       LILY
But Natasha, the Ten who lives
down the street, does most of her
volunteer hours at the Birthing
Center. She told me that the
Birthmothers get wonderful food,
they have gentle exercise periods,
and most of the time they just
play games while they're waiting.
I think I'd enjoy that.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Lily, for the relatively short
period of their lives that they're
actually allowed to bear
newchildren, that's true. But it
doesn't last. When it's decided
that their time is up in the
Birthing Center, they all become
simple Laborers in the Community
            (MORE)

11.

                       MOTHER (cont'd)
until they enter the House of the
Old.
                                                            
                       FATHER
Anyway, Lily-billy, Birthmothers
never even get to see newchildren.
If you enjoy the little ones so
much, you should hope for an
Assignment as Nurturer, like me.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
When you're an Eight and you start
your volunteer hours, you can try
some at the Nurturing Center.
                                                            
                       FATHER
Speaking of the Nurturing Center,
I took a peek at the committee's
advance list of names for next
Ceremony's newchildren while I was
there today.
                                                            
                       LILY
Father!
                                                            
                       FATHER
I know, I feel a little guilty.
But I figured it would help in his
nurturing if I could call the
little guy by a name.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
What is it?
                                                            
                       FATHER
His name - if he makes it to the
Naming without being released, of
course - is set to be Gabriel.
                                                            
                       LILY
Baby Gabriel.
                                                            
                       FATHER
I call him Gabe, actually. I
whisper it to him if no one else
is around.
                                                            
Jonas finishes his schoolwork. He snatches the dictionary
from the desk's top shelf, and opens it to the middle of
section K. His clear eyes fall upon the word "knowledge."
                                                            
                                         IMPACT CUT TO:
                                                            
 

12.

EXT. RECREATIONAL AREA - DAY
                                                            
The burning-red apple soars high against the black-and-white
sky. The color dissipates as the flung fruit turns downward
on its path.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' DWELLING - LIVING AREA - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas slams the dictionary shut. Father waves a stuffed
animal over Gabe.
                                                            
                       LILY
What's his comfort object called?
                                                            
                       FATHER
Hippo.
                                                            
Lily giggles.
                                                            
                       LILY
Hippo? What a strange word. Hippo!
Hippo!
                                                            
 
EXT. CENTRAL PLAZA - DAY
                                                            
Light bicycle traffic livens the plaza. Jonas rides through
at a brisk pace. He passes neat rows of sizable building
structures.
                                                            
 
EXT. THE BRIDGE - DAY
                                                            
Jonas pedals over a classic cobblestone bridge with still,
black water pooled beneath it.
                                                            
 
EXT. THE HOUSE OF THE OLD - DAY
                                                            
Jonas stations his bicycle beside two others in the
bikeports before the building.
                                                            
 
INT. RECEPTION AREA - DAY
                                                            
A smiling female receptionist awaits. Enter Jonas.
                                                            
                       RECEPTIONIST
Hello, Jonas.
                                                            
He approaches the receptionist's desk and signs into a thick
binder. She stamps the signature with an ink seal.
                                                            

13.

                       RECEPTIONIST
It's good to have some volunteers
here today. We celebrated a
release this morning, and that
always throws the schedule off a
little, so things tend to get
backed up.
                                                            
The receptionist scans another sheet of paper.
                                                            
                       RECEPTIONIST
Let's see. Asher and Fiona are in
the bathing room. Why don't you
join them there?
                                                            
 
INT. BATHING ROOM - DAY
                                                            
Thick clouds of steam waft through the area. Serene sounds
of dripping and splashing liquid arrest the room. Jonas
quickly trades his tunic for a smock at a changing station.
                                                            
                       ASHER (O.C.)
Hi, Jonas!
                                                            
Jonas advances into the room and spots Asher washing one of
the Old in a tub. Fiona is at work ouside the adjacent tub,
gently bathing an old man. The young groupmates exchange
smiles and nods.
                                                            
Jonas approaches a row of padded lounging chairs where the
Old are waiting. He stops in front of an elderly woman:
                                                            
                       JONAS
Your turn, Larissa.
                                                            
Jonas escorts the woman to one of the many tubs, which
automatically fills with warm water. LARISSA sheds her robe.
Jonas helps her into the tub.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Comfortable?
                                                            
Jonas squeezes cleansing lotion over Larissa's frail body.
He peeks over at Fiona and catches her tenderly patting the
old man's naked body with an absorbent towel.
                                                            
                       LARISSA
This morning we celebrated the
release of Roberto. It was
wonderful.
                                                            

14.

                       JONAS
I knew Roberto! I helped with his
feeding the last time I was here,
just a few weeks ago. He was a
very interesting man.
                                                            
                       LARISSA
Oh, yes. They told his whole life
before they released him. They
always do, but, to be honest, some
of the tellings are a little
boring. When they released Edna
last week - Did you know Edna?
                                                            
Jonas shakes his head and squeezes out his sponge.
                                                            
                       LARISSA
They tried to make her life sound
meaningful - and all lives are
meaningful, of course - but Edna
was a birthmother, my goodness.
Then she worked in Food Production
for years before coming here. She
never even had a family unit. I
don't think Edna was very smart.
                                                            
Jonas snickers at Larissa's appraisal of Edna, as he rinses
the soaps suds from her chest.
                                                            
                       LARISSA
But Roberto's was wonderful. He
had been an Instructor, on the
planning committee. He even raised
two wonderful children. Goodness,
I don't know how he found the
time.
                                                            
                       JONAS
What happens when they make the
actual release? Where did Roberto
actually go?
                                                            
                       LARISSA
Oh, I don't know. I don't think
anybody does, except the
committee. He just bowed to all of
us and walked through the special
door in the Releasing Room, like
they all do. But you should have
seen his look. Pure happiness.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I wish I'd been there to see it.
                                                            

15.

Jonas steals another glance at Fiona.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' SLEEPING-ROOM - DAY
                                                            
Jonas awakens from his slumber with a devilish smile
plastered across his face.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' DWELLING - DINING AREA - DAY
                                                            
The family unit is still gathered around the table after
their morning meal.
                                                            
                       LILY
And then they caught me! And
that's how it ended.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Thank you for your dream, Lily.
                                                            
Mother looks to Father.
                                                            
                       FATHER
I have no dream to report from
last night. I don't remember
dreaming. Gabe?
                                                            
Father looks to the fidgeting newchild, jokingly expecting
him to continue the family dream sharing. The whole unit
laughs respectfully.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
How about you, Jonas?
                                                            
                       JONAS
I did dream last night.
                                                            
                       FATHER
Good. Tell us.
                                                            
Jonas shifts in his chair.
                                                            
                       JONAS
The details aren't clear, really.
I think I was in the bathing room
at the House of the Old.
                                                            
 
INT. BATHING ROOM - DAY
                                                            
The room is wrapped in an endless haze, filled with copious
amounts of piping-hot steam.
                                                            

16.

                       FATHER (O.S.)
That's where you were yesterday.
                                                            
                       JONAS (O.S.)
But it wasn't really the same.
There was a tub in the dream, but
only one.
                                                            
The single tub is there, spilling over with water.
                                                            
                       JONAS (O.S.)
Everything was warm and damp. And
I had taken off my tunic, but
hadn't put on my smock, so my
chest was bare.
                                                            
Jonas, half-nude, approaches the tub.
                                                            
                       JONAS (O.S.)
I was perspiring, because it was
so warm. And Fiona was there, the
way she was yesterday.
                                                            
Fiona appears, fully clothed. She laughs at Jonas.
                                                            
                       MOTHER (O.S.)
And Asher, too?
                                                            
                       JONAS (O.S.)
No. It was only me and Fiona,
alone in the room. She was
laughing, but I wasn't. I was
almost a little angry at her in
the dream, because it seemed like
she wasn't taking me seriously.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' DWELLING - DINING AREA - DAY
                                                            
Mother and Father lean in to absorb Jonas' words.
                                                            
                       LILY
Serious about what?
                                                            
Jonas struggles with the concept.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I think I was trying to convince
her that she should get into the
water. I wanted to take her
clothes off and get into the tub.
                                                            

17.

                       MOTHER
That's all?
                                                            
                       JONAS
I wanted to bathe her. I had the
sponge in my hand. But she
wouldn't. She kept laughing and
saying no.
                                                            
                       FATHER
Can you describe the strongest
feeling in your dream, son?
                                                            
Jonas gathers his thoughts.
                                                            
                       JONAS
The wanting. I knew she wouldn't,
and I knew that she shouldn't. But
I wanted it so terribly.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Thank you for your dream, Jonas.
                                                            
Mother glances at Father.
                                                            
                       FATHER
Lily, it's time to leave for
school. Would you walk beside me
this morning and keep an eye on
the newchild's basket? We want to
be certain he doesn't wiggle
himself loose.
                                                            
Jonas collects his schoolbooks. Father and Lily scoop up
Gabe in his basket and head out the front door.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Wait, Jonas. I'll write an apology
to your instructor so that you
won't have to speak for being
late.
                                                            
Jonas retakes his seat, his face a mask of apprehension.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Jonas, the feeling you described
as the wanting? It was your first
Stirrings. Father and I have been
expecting it to happen to you for
some time. It happens to everyone.
It happened to Father when he was
your age, and it happened to me,
too. It will happen to Lily one
day. And very often. For the rest
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18.

                       MOTHER (cont'd)
of your life.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Do I have to report it?
                                                            
Mother laughs lightly at Jonas' concern.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
You did. The dream-telling was
enough.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Well, what happens? Am I going to
have to go away for treatment
right before the ceremony?
                                                            
Mother reaches out to establish physical contact with her
son.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
No, no, it's just the pills.
You're ready for the pills, that's
all. That's the treatment for
Stirrings.
                                                            
Mother flashes a reassuring smile for Jonas.
                                                            
TIME CUT
                                                            
A single pill from Mother's medicine bottle rests in Jonas'
palm. It appears as a small, benign capsule. He inserts it
into his orifice and swallows.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' DWELLING - LIVING AREA - DAY
                                                            
Mother ties ceremonial ribbons around Lily's braids. Jonas
adjusts his formal tunic in the background.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Lily, hold still.
                                                            
The little girl fidgets with the front buttons on her
jacket.
                                                            
                       LILY
I don't like the ribbons. I'm glad
I only have to wear them one more
year. Then, next year, I get my
bicycle, too.
                                                            

19.

                       JONAS
There are good things each year,
Lily. You start your volunteer
hours after tonight's ceremony.
                                                            
                       LILY
And this year, you get your
Assignment. I hope you get Pilot,
and that you take me flying!
                                                            
Mother finishes the ribbon arrangement with a final tug.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Come on. I want to get a good seat
in the Auditorium.
                                                            
 
EXT. AUDITORIUM - DAY
                                                            
Countless bicycles roll up to a never-ending row of
bikeports outside the grand entry doors. Jonas rides his own
bike, and Lily rides on Mother's back seat.
                                                            
 
INT. AUDITORIUM - DAY
                                                            
Asher and Jonas take their assigned seats in a balcony with
their groupmates, the Elevens. Jonas scans the packed
auditorium. Every citizen of the community is in attendance.
                                                            
The lights dim over the seats and brighten around center
stage. A line of Nuturers, Jonas' father among them, march
onto the stage with infants squirming in their arms.
                                                            
                       SPEAKER (V.O.)
The Naming.
                                                            
A new mother and father walk across the stage and accept a
newchild from one of the Nurturers.
                                                            
                       SPEAKER (V.O.)
Female. Clementine.
                                                            
Light applause. The new parents take their daughter
Clementine off stage. The next parents in line are those of
Fiona. She accompanies them across stage as they accept a
baby boy.
                                                            
                       SPEAKER (V.O.)
Male. Bruno.
                                                            

20.

Fiona's family unit exits the stage to the audience's
robotic applause. The next parents in line also receive a
boy.
                                                            
                       SPEAKER (V.O.)
Male. Roberto.
                                                            
TIME CUT
                                                            
                       SPEAKER (V.O.)
The Eights.
                                                            
The former seven-year-olds of the community, little Lily
among them, march proudly across the stage and become
Eights. They are issued brand-new jackets.
                                                            
Fiona joins her groupmates in the balcony.
                                                            
                       JONAS
New brother!
                                                            
                       FIONA
He's cute, but I don't like his
name very much. Bruno.
                                                            
Fiona makes a face and smiles at Jonas.
                                                            
                       SPEAKER (V.O.)
The Nines.
                                                            
 
INT. AUDITORIUM - EATING HALL - DAY
                                                            
A geometric hall filled with all the community's children.
Jonas and Asher eat at a table across from each other.
                                                            
                       ASHER
I heard about a guy who was
absolutely certain he was going to
be assigned Engineer, and instead
they gave him Sanitation Laborer.
The next day he jumped into the
river, swam across, and joined the
next community he came to. No one
ever saw him again.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Somebody made that story up, Ash.
My father said he heard that story
when he was a Twelve.
                                                            
                       ASHER
I don't know, Jonas.
                                                            

21.

                       JONAS
Asher, have you ever once heard of
anyone - and I mean for sure, not
just some story - who joined
another community?
                                                            
                       ASHER
No. But you can. It says so in the
rules. If you don't fit in, you
just apply for Elsewhere and get
released. My mother once
threatened that she was going to
apply for release, because I was
driving her crazy.
                                                            
                       JONAS
She was joking.
                                                            
                       ASHER
I know, but it was true what she
was saying. Here today, gone
tomorrow. She said anyone could
really just apply for release.
Never seen again.
                                                            
                       SPEAKER (V.O.)
This is the conclusion of the meal
break. Please return to the
auditorium for the Ceremony of
Twelve.
                                                            
Immediately, the crowd in the eating hall obediently moves
toward the exit doors.
                                                            
 
INT. AUDITORIUM - DAY
                                                            
Jonas and his groupmates file into the seats immediately
before the stage. They are assigned in a specific order,
placing Jonas and Fiona right next to each other and Asher
one row ahead of them.
                                                            
An older, regal-looking woman ascends the stage to address
the masses. This is the community's CHIEF ELDER.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
This is the time when we
acknowledge differences. You
Elevens have spent all your years
till now learning to fit in, to
standardize your behavior, to curb
any impulse that might set you
apart from the group. But today we
honor your differences, for they
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22.

                       CHIEF ELDER (cont'd)
have determined your futures. This
year's group is yet another gift
to our community, and our
Committee of Elders has done an
excellent job of placing them all.
                                                            
The audience applauds the Committee of Elders, an assembly
of old bones perched together in their own dark balcony.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Let us begin. Number One.
Madeline.
                                                            
The first new Twelve in Jonas' group, MADELINE, steps
nervously onto the stage.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Fish Hatchery Attendant.
                                                            
The crowd applauds her Assignment.
                                                            
TIME CUT
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Number Four. Asher.
                                                            
Asher clambers up the stage.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Assistant Director of Recreation.
                                                            
A MONTAGE OF TIME CUTS runs down the list of Twelves.
Numbers accompanied by titles such as "Birthmother" and
"Laborer" are spouted by the Chief Elder. Twelves return to
their seats with new badges on their tunics and thick
folders in their arms. END MONTAGE.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Number Eighteen. Fiona.
                                                            
Fiona ascends the stage.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Caretaker of the Old.
                                                            
Fiona accepts her badge and folder from the Chief Elder.
Jonas nudges her as she returns to her seat beside him.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Number Twenty.
                                                            

23.

The crowd is suddenly hushed. Jonas, in seat nineteen, rises
an inch out of his chair, then quickly sets back down.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER (cont'd)
Pierre.
                                                            
The boy to Jonas' right, PIERRE, hesitates, then rises out
of the seat marked twenty. His feet are heavy as he works
his way up the stage. Groupmates around Jonas glance at him,
then quickly avert their eyes. Jonas sinks down in his seat.
                                                            
TIME CUT
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Number Twenty-three.
                                                            
TIME CUT
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Number Twenty-seven.
                                                            
TIME CUT
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Number Thirty.
                                                            
TIME CUT
                                                            
The Chief Elder hands the last boy, MARTIN, his folder, and
pins a badge to his tunic.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Martin, thank you for your
childhood.
                                                            
Soulless applause from the crowd. Murmurs zip through the
auditorium.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
I know that you are all concerned.
I have caused you anxiety. I
apologize to my community.
                                                            
                       COMMUNITY
We accept your apology.
                                                            
The tension in the crowd quells.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Jonas, I apologize to you in
particular. I caused you anguish.
                                                            

24.

                       JONAS
I accept your apology.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Please come to the stage now.
                                                            
Jonas wills himself up the stage without the tame applause
of his dumbstruck community. The Chief Elder places her arm
reassuringly around his tense shoulders.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Jonas has not been assigned. He
has been selected.
                                                            
The audience stirs, confused.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Jonas has been selected to be our
next Receiver of Memory.
                                                            
One sharp, collective gasp pops from the crowd. They stare
up at Jonas, mouths agape.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Such a selection is very, very
rare. Our community only has one
Receiver, and it is he who trains
his successor. We have had our
current Receiver for a very long
time.
                                                            
Jonas' eyes dart up toward the dark balcony. Perched among
the other Elders is one man who seems oddly separate. He is
ancient and bearded, with a pair of solemn, pale eyes that
stare right into Jonas. He is THE GIVER.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER (cont'd)
We failed in our last selection.
It was ten years ago, when Jonas
was just a toddler. But I will not
dwell on the experience, because
it causes us all terrible
discomfort. We have not been hasty
this time. We could not afford
another failure. The
Receiver-in-training cannot be
observed, cannot be modified. That
is stated quite clearly in the
rules. He is to be alone, apart,
while he is prepared by the
current Receiver for the job which
is most honored in our community.
This selection was a unanimous
choice of the Committee. Jonas was
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25.

                       CHIEF ELDER (cont'd)
identified as a possible Receiver
many years ago. We have observed
him meticulously. There were no
dreams of uncertainty.
                                                            
The Chief Elder turns to Jonas.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Jonas, the training required of
you involves pain. Physical pain.
You have never experienced that.
Yes, you have scraped your knees
falling off your bicycle. Yes, you
crushed your finger in a door last
year. But you will be faced now
with pain of a magnitude that none
of us here can comprehend, because
it is beyond our experience. We
cannot prepare you for that, but
we feel certain that you are
brave. Finally, the Receiver spoke
of a quality, and it is one I can
only name, but not describe. None
of us here will understand it, but
perhaps Jonas will. The Receiver
told us that Jonas has a quality.
The capacity to see beyond.
                                                            
Jonas casts his pale eyes over the paralyzed audience.
Shades of pink dance on their skin, but only in flashes, and
only for a moment.
                                                            
                       CHIEF ELDER
Jonas, you will be trained to
become our next Receiver of
Memory. We thank you for your
childhood.
                                                            
The Chief Elder leaves the stage. The entire community rises
to its feet, and chants:
                                                            
                       COMMUNITY
Jonas, Jonas, Jonas...
                                                            
Now louder and faster:
                                                            
                       COMMUNITY
Jonas! Jonas! Jonas!
                                                            
 

26.

EXT. AREA OF DWELLINGS - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas' family unit parks their bicycles outside their
dwelling.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' DWELLING - DINING AREA - NIGHT
                                                            
The family unit is gathered around the table for dinner.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
You've been greatly honored,
Jonas. Your father and I are very
proud.
                                                            
                       FATHER
It's the most important job in the
community.
                                                            
                       JONAS
But I thought you said the job of
making Assignments was the most
important.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
This is different. It's not a job,
really. I never thought - Never
expected... There's only been one
Receiver in my lifetime.
                                                            
                       JONAS
But the Chief Elder said that they
had made a selection before, and
that it failed. What was she
talking about?
                                                            
Mother and Father shift uncomfortably in their seats.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
That's right. It happened very
much as it happened today. One of
the Elevens --
                                                            
                       JONAS
What was his name?
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Her name. Not his, it was a
female. But we are never to speak
the name, or use it again for a
newchild.
                                                            

27.

                       JONAS
What happened to her?
                                                            
                       MOTHER
We don't know. We never saw her
again.
                                                            
The family continues eating their rudimentary paste.
                                                            
                       FATHER
You've been greatly honored,
Jonas. Greatly honored.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' SLEEPING-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas sits at his desk and considers the cover of the folder
he was given at the auditorium. He cracks it open.
                                                            
 
INT. FIONA'S SLEEPING-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Fiona sits at her desk, buried beneath a thick packet of
papers in her Assignment folder.
                                                            
 
INT. ASHER'S SLEEPING-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Asher is slumped across his bed, flipping through a heavy
stack of printed pages.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' SLEEPING-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
As Jonas opens his folder, a single sheet of paper floats
out and lands on his desk. It reads:
                                                            
                       THE GIVER (V.O.)
One: Go immediately at the end of
school hours each day to the Annex
entrance behind the House of the
Old and present yourself to the
attendant. Two: Go immediately to
your dwelling at the end of
Training Hours each day. Three:
From this moment you are exempted
from rules governing rudeness. You
may ask any question of any
citizen and you will receive
answers. Four: Do not discuss your
training with any other member of
the community, including parents
and Elders. Five: From this moment
you are prohibited from
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28.

                       THE GIVER (cont'd)
dream-telling. Six: Except for
illness or injury unrelated to
your training, do not apply for
any medication. Seven: You are not
permitted to apply for release.
Eight: You may lie.
                                                            
Jonas, stunned, reads it again.
                                                            
 
INT. FATHER & MOTHER'S SLEEPING-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Mother swallows her pill for the Stirrings.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' DWELLING - BATHROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Father twists open a bottle and ingests his nightly pill.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' SLEEPING-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas washes down his pill with water.
                                                            
 
EXT. THE HOUSE OF THE OLD - DAY
                                                            
Jonas and Fiona stroll up to the entrance, carrying their
folders.
                                                            
                       FIONA
I go in here, Jonas. I don't know
why I'm so nervous, I've been here
so often before.
                                                            
Fiona gives Jonas a radiant smile.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I understand. Everything is so
different now.
                                                            
                       FIONA
Yes. Well, I don't want to be
late. If we finish at the same
time, I'll ride home with you?
                                                            
                       JONAS
Of course.
                                                            
 

29.

EXT. ANNEX - DAY
                                                            
Jonas punches a buzzer on the door. A voice emanates from a
speaker on the building:
                                                            
                       VOICE FROM SPEAKER (V.O.)
Yes?
                                                            
                       JONAS
It's, uh, Jonas. I'm the new - I
mean --
                                                            
                       VOICE FROM SPEAKER (V.O.)
Come in.
                                                            
The heavy door clicks open.
                                                            
 
INT. ANNEX LOBBY - DAY
                                                            
Jonas walks up to a female ATTENDANT behind a desk. As soon
as she sees Jonas, she respectfully rises to her feet.
                                                            
                       ATTENDANT
Welcome, Receiver of Memory.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Oh, please. Call me Jonas.
                                                            
The attendant smiles at Jonas, then presses a button at her
desk that triggers a door down the hall to unlock with a
loud CLICK.
                                                            
                       ATTENDANT
You may go right on in.
                                                            
Jonas looks at her, shocked.
                                                            
                       ATTENDANT
The locks are simply to ensure the
Receiver's privacy. It would be
difficult if citizens wandered in,
looking for the Department of
Bicycle Repair, or something.
                                                            
Jonas laughs, relaxing a little.
                                                            
                       ATTENDANT
There is nothing dangerous here,
but he doesn't like to be kept
waiting.
                                                            
Jonas hurries down the hall and through the unlocked door.
                                                            
 

30.

INT. THE GIVER'S ROOM - DAY
                                                            
Jonas enters the room and freezes in his tracks. The
standard desk, table, and bed are present, but their
craftsmanship is strikingly more ornate than the norm.
                                                            
Thick, luxurious fabrics cover the furniture; the bed frame
is decorated oak; all four walls are bookcases, packed from
ceiling to floor with countless volumes.
                                                            
Jonas quickly snaps out of his stare, as he notices the
Giver watching him from his seat across the room. Jonas
steps toward him and bows slightly.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I'm Jonas.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
I know. Welcome, Receiver of
Memory.
                                                            
Jonas stares at the Giver's pale eyes for a BEAT.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Sir, I apologize for my lack of
understanding . . .
                                                            
The Giver remains silent, still . . .
                                                            
                       JONAS
. . . But I thought - I mean I
think that you are the Receiver of
Memory. I'm only, well, I was
only assigned, I mean selected,
yesterday. I'm not anything at
all. Not yet.
                                                            
The Giver collects his thoughts.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Beginning today, this moment, at
least to me, you are the Receiver.
I have been the Receiver for a
very long time. A very long time.
You can see that can't you?
                                                            
                       JONAS
I can see that you are very old.
                                                            
The Giver smiles and strokes his beard.
                                                            

31.

                       THE GIVER
I am not, actually, as old as I
look. This job has aged me. I
know I look as if I should be
scheduled for release very soon,
but I actually have a good deal of
time left. I was pleased, though,
when you were selected. It took
them a long time. The failure of
the previous selection was ten
years ago, and my energy is
starting to diminish. I need what
strength I have remaining for your
training. We have painful work to
do, you and I. Please sit down.
                                                            
Jonas lowers himself onto the elegant cushioning of a nearby
chair. The Giver holds his tired eyes closed, then abruptly
snaps them open.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
You may ask questions. I have so
little experience in describing
this process. It is forbidden to
talk of it. I may neglect to make
things as clear as I should, so
feel free to ask me anything that
may help you.
                                                            
Jonas searches his mind, then shrugs his shoulders.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Simply stated, although it's not
really simple at all, my job is to
transmit to you all the memories I
have within me --
                                                            
                       JONAS
-- Sir, I would be very interested
to hear the story of your life and
to listen to your memories. I
apologize for interrupting.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
No apologies in this room. We
haven't time.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Well, I am interested, I don't
mean that I'm not, but I don't
exactly understand why it's so
important. I could do some adult
job in the community, and in my
recreation time I could come and
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32.

                       JONAS (cont'd)
listen to the stories from your
childhood. I'd like that.
Actually, I al--
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
-- No, no, no. I'm not being
clear. It's not my past that I
must transmit to you. It's the
memories of the whole world,
Jonas. Before you, before me,
before the previous Receiver, and
generations before him.
                                                            
Jonas takes a second to think before he responds.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I - I don't understand. I'm
sorry, sir. Do you mean not just
the community? Do you mean
Elsewhere, too? I'm sorry, maybe
I'm not smart enough. I don't
know what you mean when you say
those things. I thought there was
only us. I thought there was only
now.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
There's much more. There's all
that goes beyond - all that is
Elsewhere - and all that goes
back, and back, and back. I
received all of those when I was
selected, and here in this room,
all alone, I re-experience them
again and again. It is how wisdom
comes. And how we shape our
future. I am so weighted with
them.
                                                            
The Giver pauses to rest. Jonas looks at him with genuine
concern.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
It's as if . . . It's like going
downhill through snow on a sled.
At first it's exhilarating: the
speed; the sharp, clear air; but
then the snow accumulates, builds
up on the runners, and you slow,
you have to push hard to keep
going, and . . .
                                                            

33.

The Giver shakes his head and scans Jonas.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
That meant nothing to you, did it?
                                                            
                       JONAS
I didn't understand it, sir.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Of course you didn't. You don't
know what snow is, do you?
                                                            
Jonas shakes his head.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Or a sled? Runners?
                                                            
                       JONAS
No, sir.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Really? The terms mean nothing to
you? Not even . . .
                                                            
                       JONAS
. . . Nothing, sir.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Well, it's a place to start. I'd
been wondering how to begin. Move
to the bed, and lie face down.
Remove your tunic first.
                                                            
Jonas rises from his seat, removes his tunic, and places
himself face down on the Giver's bed.
                                                            
The Giver moves to a speaker-box on the wall and deftly
switches it OFF. He stations himself in a seat beside
Jonas.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Close your eyes. Relax. This
will not be painful.
                                                            
                       JONAS
What are you going to do, sir?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
I am going to transmit the memory
of snow.
                                                            

34.

The Giver places his hands firmly on Jonas' bare back. After
a anxious moment, Jonas begins to SHIVER and his teeth begin
to CHATTER.
                                                            
 
EXT. SNOWY HILL - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas, eyes closed, sits atop a sled on the peak of a
towering mound of powdery snow. He sticks out his tongue
and smiles as he catches the gentle snowflakes drifting down
from the black sky.
                                                            
Jonas reaches down and picks up the sled's damp rope, as the
swirling crystals accumulate on his body.
                                                            
He snaps his eyes open, and the sled tips forward and begins
racing down the hill.
                                                            
The runners cut rapidly through the frost, jetting Jonas
downward, faster and faster. The young boy smiles in
ecstasy, as the wind whips wildly against his face.
                                                            
As Jonas reaches the bottom of the hill and the incline
disappears, snow accumualtes beneath the runners, and the
sled comes to a slow stop.
                                                            
Jonas thrusts his body forward on the sled, trying to force
the ride to commence.
                                                            
BACK TO THE GIVER'S ROOM
                                                            
The Giver pulls his hands from the boy's back, and Jonas'
eyes flutter open.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
How do you feel?
                                                            
                       JONAS
Surprised.
                                                            
Jonas sits up on the bed.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
It was exhausting. But you know,
even transmitting that tiny memory
to you . . . I think it lightened
me just a little.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Do you mean - Did you say I could
ask questions?
                                                            
The Giver nods enthusiastically.
                                                            

35.

                       JONAS
Do you mean that now you no longer
have that memory?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
That's right. A little weight off
this old body.
                                                            
                       JONAS
But it was such fun! And I took
it from you!
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
All I gave you was one ride, on
one sled, in one snow, on one
hill. I have a whole world of
them in my memory. I could give
them to you one by one, a thousand
times, and there would still be
more.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Are you saying that I - I mean
that we could do it again? I'd
really like to. I think I could
steer by pulling the rope. I
didn't know to try this time.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Maybe another day, for a treat.
But there's no time, really, just
to play. I only wanted to begin
by showing you how it works. Now,
lie back down. I want--
                                                            
-- Jonas hops belly-first onto the bed.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Why don't we have snow, and sleds,
and hills? And when did we, in
the past? Did my parents have
sleds when they were young? Did
you?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
No. It's a very distant memory.
That's why it was so exhausting. I
had to tug it forward from many
generations back.
                                                            
                       JONAS
But what happened to those things?
The snow and the rest of it?
                                                            

36.

                       THE GIVER
Climate Control. Snow made
growing food difficult, limited
the agricultural periods. And
unpredictable weather made
transportation impossible at
times. It wasn't a practical
thing, so it became obsolete when
we went to Sameness. The hills
made conveyance of goods unwieldy,
and so . . . Sameness.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I wish we had those things, still.
Just now and then.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
So do I. But that choice is not
ours.
                                                            
                       JONAS
But, sir, since you have so much
power--
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
-- Honor. I have great honor, and
one day so will you. That's not
the same as power. Lie quietly
now. Let me give you something
else. And this time I'm not going
to tell you the name of it,
because I want to test the
receiving. I gave away snow and
sled the first time, but you
should be able to perceive the
name without being told a word.
                                                            
The Giver places his hands on the boy's back.
                                                            
 
EXT. BEACH - DAY
                                                            
Jonas, outstretched on the sand, soaks up the sunshine. He
smiles at the warmth. Then, as the bright rays beat down on
his body, he winces and touches his skin.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Ouch!
                                                            
BACK TO THE GIVER'S ROOM
                                                            
Jonas sits up, wincing in discomfort. He touches the skin
on his neck.
                                                            

37.

                       JONAS
It's - it's a sunburn. It hurts a
lot.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
I started you out with pleasure.
My previous failure gave me the
wisdom to do that. You must
understand . . . It will be
painful, Jonas.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I understand.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Get up, now. You may return home;
that's enough for the first day.
You were in the memories longer
than you realize. We'll do much
longer sessions in the future.
                                                            
Jonas gets off the bed and puts his tunic back on.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Goodbye, sir. Thank you for my
first day.
                                                            
The Giver nods. Jonas moves to leave, but then:
                                                            
                       JONAS
Sir?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Do you have a question?
                                                            
                       JONAS
It's just that I don't know your
name. You say now I'm the
Receiver, so I don't know what to
call you.
                                                            
The old man shifts his aching shoulders around in his plush
chair.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Call me The Giver.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' SLEEPING-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas lies asleep in bed, bundled beneath his blanket, with
a satisfied smile on his face.
                                                            
 

38.

EXT. SNOWY HILL - NIGHT
                                                            
On the sled, Jonas zips down the hill.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' DWELLING - DINING AREA - DAY
                                                            
The family unit is having their morning meal together.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
. . . And you slept soundly,
Jonas? No dreams?
                                                            
Jonas smiles to himself.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I slept very soundly.
                                                            
                       FATHER
Well, I wish this one would.
                                                            
Father points to Gabriel, who is situated in his basket on
the floor, COOING at and playing with his stuffed hippo.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
So do I. He's been so fretful at
night.
                                                            
The newchild giggles at his stuffed animal, then sneezes
adorably.
                                                            
 
EXT. THE HOUSE OF THE OLD - DAY
                                                            
Jonas and Fiona pedal up to the building together.
                                                            
                       FIONA
I looked for you yesterday, so we
could ride home together. Your
bike was still there, and I waited
for a little while. But it was
getting late, so I went on home.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I apologize for making you wait.
                                                            
                       FIONA
I accept your apology.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I stayed a little longer than I
expected.
                                                            

39.

A MOMENT OF SILENCE. They pedal onward.
                                                            
                       JONAS
You've been doing so many
volunteer hours with the Old.
There won't be much that you don't
already know.
                                                            
                       FIONA
Oh, there's lots to learn. There's
administrative work, dietary
rules, punishment for disobedience
- did you know they use the same
discipline wand on the Old, the
same as for small children? And
there's occupational therapy, and
medications, and . . . I think I
like it a lot better than school.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Me, too.
                                                            
They hit their brakes as they reach the designated bike
ports.
                                                            
Jonas and Fiona stare at each other for an awkward BEAT,
then:
                                                            
                       FIONA
Goodbye.
                                                            
They wave goodbye. Fiona spins away from Jonas and hurries
through the building's front entrance.
                                                            
As she turns away, in her haste, her long locks of hair flip
up into the air before falling back around her shoulders. In
mid-air, the strands of Fiona's hair adopt a PASSIONATE RED
HUE. But only for a second.
                                                            
She disappears behind the entrance, and a bewildered Jonas
moves on.
                                                            
 
INT. THE GIVER'S ROOM - DAY
                                                            
Jonas enters the room. The Giver smiles at him.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Welcome. We must get started.
You're one minute late.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I apologi--
                                                            

40.

Jonas cuts himself off, then removes his tunic and moves to
the bed.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I'm one minute late, because
something happened. And I'd like
to ask you about it, if you don't
mind.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
You may ask me anything.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I think it's what you call "seeing
beyond."
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Describe it.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Just now, outside, it happened
with my friend Fiona. Not her,
just something about her. I
think her hair . . . it was
different. Not the shape or - or
in length. I don't know. I-I -
It just --
                                                            
Jonas pauses in frustration.
                                                            
                       JONAS
It changed. I don't know how.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
When I gave you the memory
yesterday, the first one, did you
look around? Did you look at the
sled?
                                                            
                       JONAS
Ye-- No. I felt it under me.
                                                            
The Giver ponders.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Lie down.
                                                            
Jonas does so and shuts his eyes tight.
                                                            

41.

                       THE GIVER
Call back the memory of the ride
on the hill, just the beginning of
it. And this time, look down at
the sled.
                                                            
Jonas opens his eyes.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Excuse me, but don't you have to
place your hands on my back?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
It's your memory now. It's no
longer mine to give.
                                                            
                       JONAS
How do I call it?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Well, you can remember last year,
or the year you were a Seven or
Five, can't you?
                                                            
                       JONAS
Of course.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
It's much the same. Just
concentrate.
                                                            
Jonas shuts his eyes again.
                                                            
 
EXT. SNOWY HILL - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas sits on the sled atop the hill. A world of snowflakes
swirl about him.
                                                            
He blows his steamy breathe into the air and watches it
float away with childlike delight.
                                                            
Then, he looks down at the sled. The wood of the structure
is painted CRIMSON, the same distinct shade as the apple and
Fiona's hair.
                                                            
Jonas blinks at it, and the color does not waver; it simply
is. It is a red sled.
                                                            
BACK TO THE GIVER'S ROOM
                                                            
Jonas sits up on the bed. The Giver watches him curiously.
                                                            

42.

                       JONAS
I saw it. In the sled.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
You're beginning to see the color
red.
                                                            
Jonas stares at the old man, dumbfounded.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Uh, back before the time of
Sameness, back in the time of
memories, everything had a shape
and size, the way they still do,
but they also had another quality
called color. There were many
colors, and one of them was called
red. That's the one you're
starting to see. Your friend
Fiona has red hair - quite
distinctive, actually. I've
noticed it before myself.
                                                            
                       JONAS
At the Ceremony, I saw it happen
in the faces of the audience.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Yes - well no. Flesh isn't red,
but it has red tones in it. There
was a time, actually - you'll see
in the memories later - when flesh
was many different colors. That
was before we went to Sameness.
The faces you saw, I'm sure,
weren't as deep or vibrant as your
friend's hair. We've never
completely mastered Sameness. I
suppose the genetic scientists are
still working out the kinks. Hair
like Fiona's must drive them
crazy.
                                                            
                       JONAS
The color on the sled, Giver, it
didn't change. It just was!
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
That's because it was a memory
from when color just was.
                                                            

43.

                       JONAS
It was so . . . Giver, the red was
so beautiful! Do you see it all
the time?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
All of them. I see all of them.
You will when you receive my
memories. You'll gain wisdom,
then the colors. And so much
more.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Why can't everyone see them?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Our people made that choice to go
to Sameness. Before my time,
before the previous time, and
back, and back, and back. We
relinquished color when we
relinquished sunshine and did away
with differences. We gained
control of many things, but we had
to do away with others.
                                                            
                       JONAS
We shouldn't have!
                                                            
The Giver is startled by Jonas' outburst.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
You've come very quickly to that
conclusion. It took me many
years. Lie back down, now. We
have so much to do.
                                                            
Jonas obliges.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Close your eyes and be still, now.
I'm going to give you a memory of
a rainbow.
                                                            
BEGIN MONTAGE
                                                            
EXT. BLACK VOID
                                                            
Infinite darkness. A single shaft of light shoots across
the frame. Then another, and another. COLORS fill the
shafts. The entire frame becomes populated by a rainbow of
heavenly hues.
                                                            
 

44.

INT. THE GIVER'S ROOM - DAY
                                                            
                       JONAS
But it's all the same, always! I
mean I know it's not important if
you put on a red tunic or a blue
one, but . . .
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
It's the freedom that's important,
isn't it?
                                                            
                       JONAS
Yes. Exactly.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Well, consider this: what if you
chose wrong with something that is
important in the community?
                                                            
Jonas calms down.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Like if we allowed people to
choose their own mate? That
wouldn't be safe.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Why not? Not safe?
                                                            
                       JONAS
It's . . . Oh, I see. It doesn't
matter when it's a child choosing
between certain toys, but we can't
let people choose their own
spouses or jobs. What if they
choose wrong?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Frightening?
                                                            
                       JONAS
I suppose. They would be stuck in
those positions. I suppose we
have to protect people from wrong
choices.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
It's safer?
                                                            
                       JONAS
Yes. Much safer.
                                                            

45.

                       THE GIVER
Very well, then.
                                                            
TIME CUT
                                                            
The Giver places his hands on Jonas' back.
                                                            
 
EXT. SOMEWHERE IN AFRICA - DAY
                                                            
Jonas is in a land of sparse grass and rocks. The CRACK of
a FIRING RIFLE resounds. Jonas catches the glimpse of a
massive elephant CRASHING to the ground.
                                                            
A group of POACHERS, some of them with DARK BROWN SKIN,
emerge from the shrubbery. They approach the fallen giant
and begin hacking at its tusks with sharpened machetes.
                                                            
Jets of STARTLINGLY RED BLOOD blanket the surrounding
terrain.
                                                            
The men take the tusks and speed off in an off-road vehicle.
Another elephant emerges from some thick vegetation and
covers the body of its comrade with a bundle of branches.
The grieving animal ROARS into the empty landscape.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' DWELLING - LIVING AREA - DAY
                                                            
Jonas watches Lily play with her comfort object: a stuffed
elephant.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Lily, did you know that once there
really were elephants? Live ones?
                                                            
Lily rolls her eys.
                                                            
                       LILY
Right. Sure, Jonas.
                                                            
THE GIVER'S ROOM
                                                            
Jonas enters the room, only to find the Giver hunched over
on his knees, writhing in pain.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Come back tomorrow. I'm in great
pain today.
                                                            
Jonas leaves.
                                                            

46.

BLACK VOID
                                                            
LIGHTNING CRACKS violently across the frame.
                                                            
 
EXT. CENTRAL PLAZA - DAY
                                                            
Jonas and Asher walk along a landscaped lawn with a bush of
BRIGHT RED roses. Jonas stops Asher and presses his hands
against his back.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Look . . .
                                                            
Jonas stares at the roses. Asher looks around, puzzled,
then steps away from Jonas' hands.
                                                            
                       ASHER
What's the matter?
                                                            
                       JONAS
No, nothing. I thought for a
minute that they were wilting, and
we should let the Gardening Crew
know they needed more watering.
                                                            
THE GIVER'S ROOM
                                                            
The Giver places his hands on Jonas' back.
                                                            
 
INT. SUBURBAN HOME - DAY
                                                            
FAMILY and FRIENDS are gathered around a YOUNG BOY sitting
at a table. A chocolate cake with thick frosting, bearing a
name and nine candles, is the centerpiece.
                                                            
Everyone SINGS a song directed toward the child.
                                                            
Jonas watches from the back of the room.
                                                            
THE GIVER'S ROOM
                                                            
Some of the books lining the walls are now in FULL COLOR.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Do you advise the Committee of
Elders often?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Rarely. Not nearly as often as I
should. There are so many things
I could tell them, but they don't
want to change. I wish they did.
            (MORE)

47.

                       THE GIVER (cont'd)
Life here is just so painless.
It's what they've chosen.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I don't see why they even need a
Receiver, then.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
They need me. And you. They were
reminded of that ten years ago,
with the failure of my successor.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Why did that remind them?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
When the new Receiver failed, the
memories that she had received
were released. They went . . .
                                                            
The Giver waves his hand airily.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
I don't know exactly. They didn't
return to me. They went out to
the community; everyone had access
to the memories. It was chaos.
They suffered until it subsided as
the memories assimilated, but it
reminded them just how much they
needed me to contain all that
pain. And knowledge.
                                                            
                       JONAS
But you have to suffer like that
all the time.
                                                            
The Giver nods.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
As will you.
                                                            
TIME CUT
                                                            
The Giver places his hands on Jonas' back.
                                                            
 
EXT. LUSH FIELD - DAY
                                                            
An unreal swarm of BUTTERFLIES swirl around Jonas' body,
then float off down a slope of tall grass.
                                                            

48.

THE GIVER'S ROOM
                                                            
                       JONAS
My Instructors in science and
technology have taught us about
the--
                                                            
The Giver cuts him off with a bitter tone:
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
-- They know nothing.
                                                            
Jonas, stunned, nervously looks over to the speaker-box on
the wall. It has been switched "OFF."
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Nothing.
                                                            
TIME CUT
                                                            
The Giver places his hands on Jonas' back.
                                                            
 
EXT. RANCH - DAY
                                                            
Jonas rides a grand, gleaming stallion at top speed.
                                                            
 
EXT. RUNNING STREAM - DAY
                                                            
The horse drinks from the cold stream, then affectionately
nudges Jonas' shoulder with its head.
                                                            
THE GIVER'S ROOM
                                                            
The Giver places his hands on Jonas' back.
                                                            
 
EXT. KILAUEA - DAY
                                                            
The grand volcano TREMBLES and ERUPTS with overwhelming
ferocity, spurting glowing RED magma, and a wealth of
knowledge, from its mighty head.
                                                            
END MONTAGE
                                                            
THE GIVER'S ROOM
                                                            
                       JONAS
Giver, what causes you pain?
                                                            
The Giver remains silent. Jonas continues:
                                                            

49.

                       JONAS
The Chief Elder told me the
memories would bring me great
pain. I haven't suffered. I
remember the sunburn, but it
wasn't so terrible. I have to see
you suffer. Maybe if you gave
some to me, your pain would be
less.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Lie down.
                                                            
Jonas removes his tunic and follows the order.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
All right. We'll start with
something familiar. Let's go once
again to a hill, and a sled.
                                                            
The Giver places his hands on Jonas' back.
                                                            
 
EXT. ANOTHER SNOWY HILL - NIGHT
                                                            
This hill is steep, and the snowfall hard and jagged.
                                                            
The sled, Jonas atop it, slides forward and tips off the
apex of the hill. The runners SCRAPE the ice as it drops
downward, picking up acceleration.
                                                            
The sled slips and Jonas loses control. A bump on the hill
launches his body one way, and the sled another. Jonas
flies through space and lands on a patch of unforgiving ice.
                                                            
The unmistakable CRACK of bone ECHOES across the tundra.
                                                            
Jonas lay still, his faced smashed into the blue. He GASPS
ALOUD, then turns his head and vomits onto the cold canvas.
He SCREAMS, then begins SOBBING.
                                                            
Steam rises from both the patch of bubbling vomit, and the
gaping hole in his leg.
                                                            
BACK TO THE GIVER'S ROOM
                                                            
Jonas sits up, his face wet with tears. He rubs his
unbroken leg.
                                                            
                       JONAS
May I have a relief-of-pain pill,
please?
                                                            

50.

The Giver shakes his head apologetically.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
I'm sorry.
                                                            
Jonas hangs his head and grimaces in pain.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Why? Why do you and I have to
hold these memories?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
It gives us wisdom. Without
wisdom I could not fulfill my
function of advising the Committee
of Elders when they call upon me.
                                                            
                       JONAS
But what wisdom do you get from
pain?
                                                            
The Giver sighs and collects his thoughts.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Some time ago, before your birth,
a lot of citizens petitioned the
Committee of Elders. They wanted
to increase birth rates. They
wanted each Birthmother to be
assigned an extra birth, so that
the population would increase and
there would be more Laborers
available.
                                                            
                       JONAS
That makes sense.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
The idea was that certain family
units could accommodate an
additional child.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Mine could. We have Gabriel this
year, and it's fun, having a third
child.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
The Committee of Elders sought my
advice. It made sense to them,
too, but it was a new idea, and
they came to me for wisdom.
                                                            

51.

                       JONAS
And you used your memories.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
And the strongest memory that came
back to me was hunger. It came
from many generations back.
Centuries back. The population
had gotten so big that hunger was
everywhere. Excruciating hunger
and starvation. It was followed
by warfare.
                                                            
                       JONAS
So you described that to them?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
They don't want to hear about
pain. They just seek the advice.
I simply advised them against
increasing the population.
                                                            
Jonas holds his leg.
                                                            
                       JONAS
What does the word "warfare" mean?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
You'll learn soon enough. But it
means destruction, I suppose.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Destruction? Why - But why can't
everyone hold a little bit of the
pain? If we all shared the
memories, wouldn't the pain be
less?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Yes. But then everyone would be
burdened and pained, and that's
not what they want. It's not what
they've chosen. We carry the
burden for our community. It's
the real reason you and I are so
honored.
                                                            
 
EXT. AREA OF DWELLINGS - DAY
                                                            
Jonas limps homeward, pushing his bike along the path at his
side.
                                                            
 

52.

INT. JONAS' DWELLING - LIVING AREA - NIGHT
                                                            
The family unit is gathered around baby Gabriel. Jonas sits
at the desk, studying.
                                                            
                       FATHER
After all this extra time I've put
in with him, I hope they don't
release him.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Maybe it would be for the best. I
know you don't mind getting up
with him, but the lack of sleep is
awfully hard for me.
                                                            
Lily waves Gabriel's stuffed hippo for him to see.
                                                            
                       LILY
If they release Gabe, could we get
another newchild as a visitor?
                                                            
                       FATHER
No, Lily-billy, it's very rare
that it happens, anyway. It
probably won't happen again for a
long time. Anyway, Gabriel's
release won't be discussed anytime
soon. We're preparing for a
Birthmother who's expecting twins.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Oh, dear. If they're identical, I
hope you're not assigned.
                                                            
                       FATHER
I am. I'm next on the list. It's
not a difficult decision, though.
I'll just look at the birthweight,
and simply release the smaller of
the two.
                                                            
Jonas looks up from the desk.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Mother? Father? Why don't we
just put Gabriel's crib in my room
tonight? I know how to care for
him. It would let the two of you
get some sleep.
                                                            
 

53.

INT. JONAS' SLEEPING-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas sleeps soundly in his bed. Gabriel, in his crib,
begins fidgeting beneath his covers. The newchild starts to
WHIMPER.
                                                            
Jonas wakes up and attends to Gabe. He places his hand on
the boy's back and begins patting him rhythmically. Still
patting the child back to sleep, Jonas shuts his tired eyes.
                                                            
 
EXT. LAKE - DAY
                                                            
A gentle wind carries a sailboat across clear turquoise
water. Jonas rides in the boat, the brisk air combing
through his hair.
                                                            
Suddenly, his smile disappears as the water becomes murky,
the boat slows, and the sky above him dims.
                                                            
BACK TO JONAS' SLEEPING-ROOM
                                                            
Jonas rips his hand from Gabriel's back and leaps toward his
bed, frightened. The baby is suddenly calm, completely
peaceful, staring off into space with his PALE EYES.
                                                            
BACK TO THE LAKE
                                                            
The scene is just as vivid as it once was with Gabriel
sailing in the boat, GIGGLING MERRILY.
                                                            
BACK TO JONAS' SLEEPING-ROOM
                                                            
Jonas sits still in the dark. Gabriel falls back to sleep.
                                                            
 
INT. THE GIVER'S ROOM - DAY
                                                            
Jonas enters and immediately sees the Giver hunched in his
chair, wincing in pain.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I'll come back tomorrow, sir.
                                                            
Jonas turns to leave. The Giver GASPS in agony:
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Please . . .
                                                            
Jonas turns back. The Giver's face is contorted by the
suffering.
                                                            

54.

                       THE GIVER
. . . take some of the pain.
                                                            
 
EXT. BATTLEFIELD - DAY
                                                            
All around Jonas, fallen SOLDIERS lay either dead or near
death. SOUNDS OF FIREARMS BOOM in the distance.
                                                            
A wild horse charges across the expanse, WHINNYING in panic,
before it crashes to the dirt and does not rise again.
                                                            
                       SOLDIER (O.C.)
Water . . .
                                                            
Jonas looks over and sees a soldier not much older than
himself. The boy soldier is bloody and beaten. The colors
of carnage are disturbingly BRIGHT on his person: CRIMSON on
the boy's chest; shreds of GREEN grass in his YELLOW hair.
                                                            
Jonas now notices that his own body is outstretched across
the blood-soaked earth. He is wearing a gray uniform, the
same as the yellow-haired soldier's, and a splintered bone
is protruding through the skin on his elbow.
                                                            
                       SOLDIER
Water . . .
                                                            
As the boy pleads again, a fresh spurt of RED is ejected
from his mouth.
                                                            
Jonas reaches with his unwounded arm for the metal container
on his hip. He manages to unscrew the cap with his teeth,
and bring it to his comrade's lips. Jonas pours water into
the soldier's mouth, down his grimy chin.
                                                            
THE THUD OF CANNONS BANG in the distance. VOICES OF MEN CRY
OUT. Wounded horses, on their backs, stab randomly at the
air with their hooves.
                                                            
The young soldier next to Jonas closes his eyes and dies.
                                                            
BACK TO THE GIVER'S ROOM
                                                            
The Giver pulls his hands from Jonas' back and turns away in
shame.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Forgive me.
                                                            
 

55.

INT. JONAS' DWELLING - LIVING AREA - DAY
                                                            
The family unit stirs about, getting set to leave the
dwelling and begin their days.
                                                            
                       SPEAKER (V.O.)
Today is declared an unscheduled
holiday.
                                                            
They all stop in their tracks and turn to the speaker-box
from which the message came.
                                                            
                       FATHER
Well, alright!
                                                            
Jonas drops his folders back on the desk. They all smile in
excitement.
                                                            
 
EXT. THE BRIDGE - DAY
                                                            
Jonas speeds over the cobblestone bridge.
                                                            
 
EXT. PLAYING FIELD - DAY
                                                            
A large group of CHILDREN of various ages frolic through the
sizable plot of grass and trees, LAUGHING and SCREAMING with
delight.
                                                            
Jonas rides up to the field and tosses his bike alongside
one of the many other bicycles strewn about the area. He
spots Asher playing with the other children.
                                                            
                       JONAS
      (calling out)
Asher! Hey, Ash!
                                                            
Too busy with his game to hear his friend, Asher ducks
behind a bush. Jonas steps onto the field and one of the
children leaps in front of him, holding his hand in the
shape of a gun.
                                                            
                       CHILD
Bang! Bang! Bang!
                                                            
Another child streaks by and pretends to shoot the kid who
shot at Jonas.
                                                            
                       OTHER CHILD
Psssheeewwww!
                                                            

56.

The first child dramatically grabs his chest and collapses
to the ground. Jonas watches uneasily.
                                                            
                       CHILD
You got me!
                                                            
Suddenly, Asher leaps from behind a tree and shoots Jonas
with his fingers.
                                                            
                       ASHER
Blam! You're in my line of
ambush, Jonas! Blam, blam!
                                                            
Jonas steps back as Asher charges by him. Another group of
children appear at the other end of the playing field. Jonas
notices that Fiona is one of them.
                                                            
                       FIONA
Attack!
                                                            
Asher and the others on this side of the field hold their
imaginary firearms poised.
                                                            
                       ASHER
Couter-attack!
                                                            
The two groups of players converge in the center of the
field and exchange explosion sound effects and hand
gestures. Before long, most of the children throw
themselves on the grass, shot.
                                                            
Jonas' complexion takes on a sallow tone. He virtually
sleepwalks toward the action on the field.
                                                            
                       ASHER
Pow! You're hit, Jonas! Pow!
You're hit again!
                                                            
Jonas doesn't throw himself down. The numerous "hit"
children on the ground look up at him quizzically. The few
still firing stop and watch.
                                                            
Jonas' breathing SHUDDERS. He struggles to fight back the
tears. The children look at each other nervously, before
awkwardly walking away to another game.
                                                            
They leave until only Asher and Fiona remain staring
perplexed at Jonas' paralyzed body.
                                                            
                       FIONA
What's wrong, Jonas? It's only a
game.
                                                            

57.

                       ASHER
You ruined it.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Don't play it anymore.
                                                            
                       ASHER
I'm the one who's training for
Assistant Recreation Director.
Games aren't your area of
expertness.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Expertise.
                                                            
                       ASHER
You can't say what we play, even
if you are going to be the new
Receiver.
                                                            
BEAT.
                                                            
                       ASHER
I apologize for not paying you the
respect you deserve.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Asher, you had no way of knowing
this, but it's a cruel game. In
the past--
                                                            
                       ASHER
-- I said I apologize, Jonas.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I accept your apology.
                                                            
                       FIONA
Do you want to go for a ride along
the river, Jonas?
                                                            
Jonas looks at his gentle female friend. Her blazing red
hair makes her appear lovelier than ever.
                                                            
                       JONAS
No. I-I'm sorry, no, I . . .
                                                            
Fiona nods along, hiding her surprise. She goes off with
Asher, and they find their bicycles and take off together.
                                                            
Jonas hangs his head.
                                                            
 

58.

INT. JONAS' DWELLING - DINING AREA - NIGHT
                                                            
The family unit is gathered around the table for the evening
meal.
                                                            
                       LILY
I can't wait till the ceremonies
in a few months, so I can finally
become a Nine and get my very own
bicycle. Father's is too big for
me. I fell. Good thing Gabe
wasn't in the - wasn't in the
child seat!
                                                            
                       MOTHER
A very good thing.
                                                            
Little Gabe walks freely around the table with his newly
developing legs. He giggles at the mention of his name.
                                                            
                       GABRIEL
Gay! Gay!
                                                            
It's how the child pronounces his own name, and it brings a
small smile to Jonas' weary face.
                                                            
                       FATHER
Well, I want to get to sleep
early. Tomorrow's a busy day for
me. The twins are being born in a
few days, and early test results
are showing that they're
identical. I have to get up
early, and go confirm what we
believe in the morning.
                                                            
                       LILY
One for here, one for Elsewhere.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Do you actually take it Elsewhere,
Father?
                                                            
                       FATHER
No, I just have to make the
selection. I weigh them, hand the
larger one over to a Nurturer
who's standing by, waiting, and
then I get the smaller one all
cleaned up and comfortable. Then
I perform a small Ceremony of
Release.
                                                            

59.

Father looks down at Gabriel.
                                                            
                       FATHER (cont'd)
      (baby voice)
Then I wave bye-bye!
                                                            
Father waves at Gabe, who raises his chubby little hand and
returns the gesture.
                                                            
                       GABRIEL
Bye-bye!
                                                            
                       JONAS
And somebody else comes to get
him? Somebody from Elsewhere?
                                                            
                       FATHER
That's right.
                                                            
                       LILY
What if they give the little twin
a name Elsewhere, a name like, oh,
maybe Jonathan? And here, in our
community, at his naming, the twin
that we kept is given the name
Jonathan, and then there would be
two children with the same name,
and they would look exactly the
same, and someday, maybe when they
were a Six, a group of Sixes would
go to visit another community on a
bus, and there in the other
community, in the other group of
Sixes, would be a Jonathan who was
exactly the same as the other
Jonathan, and then maybe they
would get mixed up and take the
wrong Jonathan home, and maybe his
parents wouldn't notice.
                                                            
Lily pauses to catch her breath.
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Lily, I have a wonderful idea.
Maybe when you become a Twelve,
they'll give you the Assignment of
Storyteller! I don't think we've
had a Storyteller in the community
for a long time.
                                                            
                       LILY
I have a better idea for one more
story. What if actually we were
all twins and didn't know it, and
            (MORE)

60.

                       LILY (cont'd)
so Elsewhere there would be
another Lily, and another Jonas,
and another Mother and Father, and
another Chief Elder --
                                                            
                       FATHER
-- Lily. I think it's bedtime.
                                                            
 
INT. THE GIVER'S ROOM - DAY
                                                            
Jonas and the Giver sit across from each other.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
There are so many good memories.
                                                            
                       JONAS
What's your favorite? You don't
have to give it away yet. Just
describe it, so I can look forward
to it.
                                                            
The Giver smiles.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Lie down. I'm happy to give it to
you.
                                                            
Jonas obeys his mentor. The Giver places his hands on the
boy's bare back.
                                                            
 
INT. WARM HOME - DAY
                                                            
A room filled with a FAMILY. A firelight glows on a hearth.
It is visible, through a window, that it is snowing outside.
                                                            
Colored lights, GREEN and RED, sparkle around a pine tree
surrounded by wrapped packages.
                                                            
A pair of children begin passing the packages around to a
pair of adults, who are obviously parents, and also a much
older couple, man and woman.
                                                            
They all begin unwrapping the packages.
                                                            
BACK TO THE GIVER'S ROOM
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
What did you perceive?
                                                            
Jonas sits up on the bed.
                                                            

61.

                       JONAS
Warmth. And . . . family. I-It
was some celebration, a holiday.
Who were the old people? Why were
they there?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
They were called Grandparents.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Grand parents?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Grandparents. It meant
parents-of-the-parents, long ago.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Back and back and back? So,
actually, there could be
parents-of-the-parents-of-the-parents?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
That's right.
                                                            
                       JONAS
But my parents must've had
parents, too! I never thought of
that before. Who are they?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
You could look it up in the Hall
of Open Records. You'd find the
names. But think, son. If you
apply for children, then who will
be their grandparents?
                                                            
                       JONAS
Well, my parents, of course.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
And where will they be?
                                                            
                       JONAS
Oh . . . when I finish my training
and become a full adult, I'll be
given my own dwelling. And
eventually after Lily does, then
Mother and Father --
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
-- That's right.
                                                            

62.

                       JONAS
They'll go live with the Childless
Adults, and they won't be a part
of my life anymore. As long as
they're still working and
contributing to the community.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
And when the time comes, they'll
go to the House of the Old.
                                                            
                       JONAS
And they'll be well cared for and
respected, and when they're
released, there will be a
celebration.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Which you won't attend.
                                                            
                       JONAS
No, of course not, because I won't
even know about it. By then I'll
be so busy with my own life. And
Lily will, too. If we choose to
apply for children, and get them,
they'll never know who their
parents-of-the-parents are,
either. It seems to work pretty
well that way in our community,
doesn't it?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
It works, yes.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I certainly liked the memory. I
can see why it's your favorite. I
couldn't quite get the word for
the whole feeling of it, the
feeling that was so strong in the
room.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Love.
                                                            
A MOMENT passes . . .
                                                            
                       JONAS
Giver?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Yes?
                                                            

63.

                       JONAS
I feel very foolish saying this.
Very --
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
-- No need. Nothing is foolish
here. Trust the memories and how
they make you feel.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Well, I know you don't have the
memory anymore, so you may not
understand.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
I will. I still have many
memories of family, and holidays,
and happiness. Of love.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I was thinking that . . . well, I
can see that it wasn't a very
practical way to live, with the
Old right there in the same place,
and maybe they wouldn't be taken
care of like they should. And the
fire burning right there in the
room. It was certainly a
dangerous way to live, but I was
thinking - I mean feeling,
actually, that it was kind of nice
then. I wish that we could be
that way. If only just
occasionally. Maybe you could
even be my grandparent. It's just
- the family in the memory seemed
a little more . . .
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
A little more complete?
                                                            
Jonas nods his head in agreement.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' DWELLING - DINING AREA - NIGHT
                                                            
The family unit is just finishing up their evening meal. For
the very first time, EVERYTHING on screen is in FULL VIBRANT
COLOR.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Mother? Father? I have a
question to ask you.
                                                            

64.

                       FATHER
What is it, Jonas?
                                                            
He takes a second to build up his mettle.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Do you love me?
                                                            
SILENCE . . . until an uncomfortable CHUCKLE escapes Father.
                                                            
                       FATHER
Jonas, you of all people.
Precision of language, please!
                                                            
                       JONAS
What?
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Your father means you used a very
generalized word, so meaningless
it's become almost obsolete. And
of course our community can't
function smoothly if people don't
use precise language. You could
ask, "Do you enjoy me?" The
answer is, of course, "Yes."
                                                            
                       FATHER
Or, "Do you take pride in my
accomplishments?" And the answer
is wholeheartedly, "Yes."
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Do you understand why it's
inappropriate to use a word like
"love"?
                                                            
INSERT: THE SHEET OF PAPER
                                                            
from Jonas' Assignment folder. Focus in on number eight:
"You may lie."
                                                            
Jonas looks at his parents with manufactured sincerity.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Yes, thank you, I do.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' SLEEPING-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas tucks sleepy-eyed Gabe into his crib. He whispers:
                                                            

65.

                       JONAS
Gabriel? Things could change.
They could be different. They
should. I don't know how, Gabe,
but they can. There could be
colors in the world again. And
grandparents. Everyone could have
memories. I know you already know
about the memories.
                                                            
The baby is falling fast asleep. Jonas watches over him.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Gabe? There could be love.
                                                            
 
INT. FATHER & MOTHER'S SLEEPING-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Father takes his pill.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' DWELLING - DINING AREA - NIGHT
                                                            
Mother swallows her pill for the Stirrings.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' DWELLING - BATHROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas stands over the sink, staring at his bottle of pills.
He twists off the cap and pours all of the tablets down the
drain.
                                                            
 
INT. THE GIVER'S ROOM - DAY
                                                            
Jonas is laying prone on the bed. He looks up at the Giver
with his solemn eyes.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Giver? Do you ever think about
release?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Do you mean my own release, or
just the general topic of release?
                                                            
                       JONAS
Both, I guess. I apologi- I mean
I should have been more precise.
But I don't know exactly what I
meant.
                                                            

66.

                       THE GIVER
Sit back up.
                                                            
Jonas does so. The Giver takes a moment to mull it over.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
I guess I do think about it
occasionally. I think about it
when I'm in an awful lot of pain.
I wish I could put in a request
for it sometimes and just give
myself over to its cold embrace.
                                                            
                       JONAS
How do you mean cold? Like the
snowy hill?
                                                            
The Giver studies Jonas.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
No, Jonas, not exactly. But,
either way, I'm not permitted to
apply for release until the new
Receiver is trained.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Me neither. I can't put in a
request for my release. It was in
my rules.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
I am aware. They hammered out
those rules after the failure ten
years ago.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Giver . . . tell me what happened.
Please.
                                                            
The Giver shrugs his shoulders.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
On the surface, it was quite
simple. A Receiver-to-be was
selected, the way you were. The
selection went smoothly enough.
The Ceremony was held, and the
selection was made. The crowd
cheered, as they did for you. The
new Receiver was puzzled and a
little frightened, as you were.
                                                            

67.

                       JONAS
My parents told me it was a
female.
                                                            
The Giver nods.
                                                            
                       JONAS
What was she like?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
She was a truly remarkable young
woman. Very self-possessed and
serene. Stunning eyes. She was
intelligent, eager to learn. You
know, Jonas, when she came to me
in this room, when she--
                                                            
                       JONAS
-- Can you tell me her name? My
parents said that it wasn't to be
spoken again in the community.
                                                            
The Giver almost winces, as if in pain.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Her name was Rosemary.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Rosemary . . . I like that name.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
When she came to me for the first
time, she sat there in the chair
where you sat on your first day.
We talked. I tried to explain
things as well as I could. The
whole thing is so beyond one's
experience, but I tried. And she
listened. Her eyes were very
luminous, I remember. I loved
her. I feel the same way of you,
Jonas.
                                                            
                       JONAS
What happened to her?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Her training began. She received
well, as you do. She was so
enthusiastic. So delighted to
experience new things. I remember
her laughter . . .
                                                            

68.

The Giver's eyes well with tears.
                                                            
                       JONAS
What happened?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
It broke my heart, Jonas, to
transfer pain to her. Five weeks,
that was all. I gave her happy
memories: a ride on a
merry-go-round; a kitten to play
with; a picnic. Sometimes I chose
one just because I knew it would
make her laugh. But she was like
you, Jonas. She wanted to
experience everything. And she
asked me for more difficult
memories.
                                                            
                       JONAS
You didn't give her war after just
five weeks, did you?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
No. And I didn't give her
physical pain. But I gave her
loneliness and loss. I
transferred a memory of a child
being taken from its parents. That
was the first one. She appeared
stunned at its end. I backed off,
gave her more little delights. But
everything changed, once she knew
about pain. I could see it in
those eyes.
                                                            
                       JONAS
She wasn't brave enough?
                                                            
The Giver takes a deep breath before continuing.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
She insisted that I continue, that
I not spare her. She said it was
her duty. And I knew, of course,
that she was correct. I couldn't
bring myself to inflict physical
pain on her, but I gave her
anguish of many kinds. Poverty,
and hunger, and terror. I had to,
Jonas. It was my job, and she had
been chosen.
                                                            

69.

The Giver wipes his tears.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Finally, one afternoon, we
finished for the day. It had been
a hard session. I had to catch up
and transfer many memories at one
time. I tried - as I do with you
- to finish the day with something
cheerful. She stood up very
silently, then she walked over and
put her arms around me. She
kissed my cheek. She left here
that day and did not go back to
her dwelling. I was notified by
the Speaker that she had gone
directly to the Chief Elder and
asked to be released.
                                                            
                       JONAS
But it's against the rules.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
It's in your rules, Jonas. But it
wasn't in hers. She asked for
release and they had to give it to
her. I never saw her again.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Giver, I can't request release. I
know that. But what if something
happened? An accident? I know
I'm a good swimmer, but what if I
wasn't and I fell into the river?
A whole year's worth of memories
would be released onto the
community. And then . . . I - I'm
starting to sound like my sister.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
You just stay away from the river.
The community lost Rosemary after
five weeks and it was a disaster
for them. I don't know what the
community would do if they ever
lost you.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Why was it a disaster?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
If you were lost in the river,
your memories would not be lost
with you. Memories are forever.
            (MORE)

70.

                       THE GIVER (cont'd)
Most of Rosemary's memories were
good ones, but there were those
few of suffering. They
overwhelmed the community. All
those feelings, and no point of
reference! They'd never
experienced that before. I was so
devastated by my own grief at her
loss, that I didn't even try to
help them through it. I was
angry, too. If they ever lost
you, they wouldn't know how to
deal with it.
                                                            
                       JONAS
The only way I deal with it is by
having you there to help me.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
I suppose that I could . . .
                                                            
                       JONAS
. . . . You could what?
                                                            
The Giver is deep in thought.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
If you ever floated off in the
river, I suppose I could help the
whole community the way I've
helped you. It's an interesting
concept. I'll have to think about
it some more. But I'm glad you're
a good swimmer, Jonas.
                                                            
Jonas laughs, but it's not lighthearted. Both his eyes and
the Giver's carry their troubled thoughts.
                                                            
 
INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
                                                            
Jonas, Asher, Fiona, and the rest of their groupmates rise
from their desks and exit the classroom at the sound of the
speaker-box's TONE.
                                                            
 
EXT. RECREATIONAL AREA - DAY
                                                            
Jonas and Fiona sit on a bench together, some distance away
from the rest of their groupmates. They watch the others
enjoy their free period as they converse.
                                                            

71.

                       FIONA
I can hardly believe we are coming
up on one full year of training.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I feel the same way. It certainly
has been a memorable year.
                                                            
Jonas turns his gaze to Fiona. She's so lovely. So unique
and interesting with locks of flaming hair stretching down
her back, the perfect frame for her innocent face.
                                                            
                       FIONA
For me, too. I've enjoyed it. My
training has been--
                                                            
                       JONAS
-- Fiona . . .
                                                            
She turns to Jonas, surprised by his interruption. Jonas
almost retreats, but then goes for broke and dives in:
                                                            
                       JONAS
Have you started taking your pill
regularly? The one everyone has
to take. I mean for the Stirrings
- I-I mean I'm sorry for asking. I
mean I apologize for being rude,
but I ask for my training. It has
to do with my Receiver training.
I'm sorry, I probably should have
said that to begin with.
                                                            
Fiona struggles to find her words for a second.
                                                            
                       FIONA
I-I accept your apology, Jonas.
                                                            
                       JONAS
You don't need to answer. I
should probably ask - I mean . . .
um, sorry. I was just thinking of
something from my training that I
need to know. I can ask the
current Receiver probably. He'll
let me know.
                                                            
                       FIONA
Very well . . .
                                                            
                       JONAS
Yes . . .
                                                            

72.

They simply sit there, looking out at their groupmates.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' DWELLING - DINING AREA - NIGHT
                                                            
The family unit is gathered around the table for their
evening meal. Little Gabriel plays merrily on the floor,
BABBLING his baby talk.
                                                            
                       LILY
      (referring to
       Gabriel)
Look at him!
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Lily, finish your meal, then look
at him.
                                                            
                       FATHER
Little guy should enjoy it. It's
his last night here.
                                                            
                       LILY
Why?!
                                                            
                       JONAS
What do you mean, Father?
                                                            
                       FATHER
Well, it seemed like a good idea
to have him spend the night in the
Nurturing Center yesterday. He
had been sleeping so soundly with
you, Jonas. But, unfortunately,
it was a disaster. Apparently he
cried the whole night. When I got
to work in the morning the night
crew was pretty frazzled.
                                                            
                       LILY
Gabe, you naughty thing!
                                                            
                       MOTHER
Lily, concentrate on your meal.
      (to Father)
So, what's next?
                                                            
                       FATHER
Well, obviously we had to make the
decision. Even I voted for
Gabriel's release at the meeting
this afternoon. We certainly gave
it our best try, didn't we?
                                                            

73.

                       MOTHER
Yes, we did. A shame.
                                                            
                       JONAS
      (to Father)
When?
                                                            
                       FATHER
It's scheduled for a few weeks
from now. Tomorrow morning we
have the release of one of the
twins, so we'll be busy with that.
The upcoming Ceremony will
probably even push it back a
little further.
      (baby voice)
But then it's bye-bye for baby
Gabe.
                                                            
Father playfully waves goodbye to Gabriel. The child waves
back.
                                                            
 
EXT. ANNEX - DAY
                                                            
Jonas approaches the front entrance and BUZZES himself in.
                                                            
 
INT. THE GIVER'S ROOM - DAY
                                                            
Jonas enters.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Hello, Giver.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Welcome, Jonas. We should get
right to work.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Yes, I've been wasting a lot of
our sessions with questions about
release recently.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Not one moment was a waste.
                                                            
Jonas takes a seat.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I've just been curious lately, I
suppose. Back at my dwelling, my
father's been telling us about the
the twins at the Nurturing Center.
            (MORE)

74.

                       JONAS (cont'd)
He had to release one today.
That's probably it.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
I wish they wouldn't do that.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Release one twin? Well, they
can't have two identical citizens
around. Think how confusing it
would be.
                                                            
Jonas takes a seat. Then, as an afterthought:
                                                            
                       JONAS
I wish I could watch . . .
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
You can watch.
                                                            
                       JONAS
But they never let children in.
Isn't it very private?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Jonas, I know you read your
training instructions very
carefully. Don't you remember
that you're allowed to ask anyone
anything at any time?
                                                            
                       JONAS
Of course, but--
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
-- If you want to watch a release,
you have simply to ask.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Well, maybe I will, then. But
it's too late for this one. I'm
sure it was this morning.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
All private ceremonies are
recorded. They're in the Hall of
Closed Records. Do you want to
see this morning's release?
                                                            
Jonas freezes, mouth slightly agape.
                                                            

75.

                       THE GIVER
I think you should.
                                                            
                       JONAS
All right, then.
                                                            
The Giver makes his way across the room to the speaker-box
on the wall. He flips the switch up to the "ON" position.
                                                            
                       SPEAKER (V.O.)
Yes, Receiver. How may I help
you?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
I would like to see this morning's
release of the twin.
                                                            
                       SPEAKER (V.O.)
One moment, Receiver. Thank you
for your instructions.
                                                            
The Giver returns to his seat and points Jonas' attention to
a video screen on another wall in the room.
                                                            
ON SCREEN
                                                            
the glass face flashes on with a series of numeric code.
Suddenly, the screen shows a windowless room, empty save for
a bed and an operating table covered with equipment.
                                                            
Jonas' father, in full Nurturing garb, enters the cramped
operating room with a NEWCHILD in his arms. A FEMALE
ASSISTANT follows Father in, carrying the newchild's TWIN.
                                                            
ON JONAS & THE GIVER
                                                            
                       JONAS
That's my father . . .
                                                            
The Giver SHUSHES him.
                                                            
ON SCREEN
                                                            
Father and his assistant lay the naked babies down on the
bed. One by one, Father picks up the twins and places them
on a scale. After he weighs the second one:
                                                            
                       FATHER
Good. I thought for a second they
were going to be the same weight.
Then we'd really have a problem.
But he's six pounds even. You can
take him over to the Care Center.
                                                            

76.

The assistant takes the six-pound child out through the door
she entered, leaving Father and the other newchild alone.
                                                            
                       FATHER
      (baby voice)
And you, little guy, you're only
five pounds ten ounces. A shrimp!
                                                            
ON JONAS & THE GIVER
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Watch . . .
                                                            
                       JONAS
Now he cleans him up and makes him
comfortable. He told me.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Jonas, be quiet. Watch.
                                                            
ON SCREEN
                                                            
Father reveals a syringe set and a bottle of lucid, bubbly
liquid. He stabs the needle through the bottle's rubber
lid, extracting the clear cocktail into the syringe.
                                                            
Father wipes the newchild's forehead with an alcohol prep
and casually STICKS the needle into the spot where the
baby's head is pulsing.
                                                            
The child squirms and WAILS FAINTLY.
                                                            
                       FATHER
I know, little guy, I know. But
the veins in your arms are still
too teeny-weeny. All done.
                                                            
Father pushes down the plunger, emptying the syringe. The
baby's extremities jerk in a violent conniption. His head
slacks to the side, eyes half open. He is completely still.
                                                            
ON JONAS & THE GIVER
                                                            
as both their eyes fill with tears. Jonas' mouth hangs
open. The Giver shakes his head.
                                                            
ON SCREEN
                                                            
as Father tidies the room. He lifts a carton from the floor
and loads the child's corpse into it.
                                                            
He opens a chute on the wall and loads the carton in.
                                                            

77.

The screen goes BLACK. Back to JONAS & THE GIVER:
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
When the Speaker notified me that
Rosemary had been released, they
turned on the tape to show me the
process. There she was - my last
glimpse at that beautiful child -
waiting. They brought in the
syringe and asked her to roll up
her sleeve. You suggested, Jonas,
that perhaps she wasn't brave
enough? I don't know much about
bravery. I do know that I sat
there numb with horror. Wretched
with helplessness. I sat there
and listened as Rosemary told them
that she would prefer to inject
herself.
                                                            
The Giver loses control of his emotions. Jonas wraps him in
a tight embrace and begins to WEEP HEAVILY.
                                                            
TIME CUT - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas and the Giver are slumped lazily in their chairs,
completely drained from their mutual outpour of emotion.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Is it always like that with
release? For the Old? For people
who break the community rules
three times? Do they kill the
Old?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Yes. It's always the same.
                                                            
                       JONAS
What about Fiona? She loves the
Old. Does she know yet?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Your friend is already being
trained in the fine art of
release. Feelings are not part of
the life she's learned.
                                                            
                       JONAS
What should I do? I can't go
back.
                                                            
The Giver rises from his seat.
                                                            

78.

                       THE GIVER
First, I will order our evening
meal. Then we will eat.
                                                            
Jonas pipes up with bitter sarcasm:
                                                            
                       JONAS
Then we'll have a sharing of
feelings?
                                                            
The Giver lets out an empty belt of laughter. He walks over
and rubs Jonas' hunched shoulders.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Jonas, you and I are the only ones
who have feelings. We've been
sharing them now for almost a
year.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I'm sorry, Giver. I don't mean to
be so hateful. Not to you.
                                                            
The Giver walks toward the speaker-box on the wall.
                                                            
                       JONAS (cont'd)
And, after we eat, we'll make a
plan.
                                                            
The Giver stops short of the speaker-box; turns to Jonas.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
A plan for what?
                                                            
Jonas answers his mentor with a simple look: one of
determination, self-assurance, destiny.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Very well.
                                                            
 
EXT. AREA OF DWELLINGS - DAY
                                                            
Jonas rides his bike up to his dwelling.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER (O.S.)
The community has depended, all
these generations, back and back
and back, on a resident Receiver
to hold their memories for them.
The good, the bad, the unspeakably
horrific, and the unbelievably
beautiful; all of them. I've
turned over many of them to you,
            (MORE)

79.

                       THE GIVER (cont'd)
and I cannot take back what I have
given. So, if you escape, once
you are gone, Jonas, you know that
you can never return . . .
                                                            
Jonas ports his bicycle and walks into his dwelling.
                                                            
                       JONAS (O.S.)
Yes.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER (O.S.)
If you get away, if you get
beyond, if you get Elsewhere, it
will mean that the community has
to bear the burden themselves, of
the memories you had been holding
for them. A full year's worth of
agony and ecstacy.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' DWELLING - DINING AREA - DAY
                                                            
Jonas and his family unit quietly eat their standard morning
meals at the table.
                                                            
                       JONAS (O.S.)
I'll leave at midnight, the
morning of the annual Ceremonies.
I'll be careful. No one will see
me.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER (O.S.)
As Receiver-in-training, you're
held in very high respect already.
So I think you wouldn't be
questioned very forcefully.
There's no nighttime attendant
here at the Annex. I'll leave the
door unlocked. You simply slip
into the room. I'll be waiting
for you.
                                                            
 
INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
                                                            
Jonas and his groupmates listen to the ramblings of their
Instructor in the middle of a lesson.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER (O.S.)
Leave your parents a note, telling
them that you decided to go on a
morning ride along the river.
Write that you'll be back in time
            (MORE)

80.

                       THE GIVER (cont'd)
for the Ceremony. They'll be
irritated, but not alarmed.
                                                            
                       JONAS (O.S.)
They won't mention anything to
anyone, because it would reflect
on their parenting. And anyway,
everyone is so involved in the
Ceremonies that they probably
won't notice that I'm not there.
                                                            
 
INT. THE GIVER'S ROOM - DAY
                                                            
Jonas and the Giver sit across from each other.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
I'll save and package portions
from all of my meals in the few
weeks we still have until the
Ceremony. I'll give them all to
you when you arrive.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Be sure to save plenty . . .
because I'm taking Gabriel with
me. I wish you would come, too.
                                                            
The Giver regretfully shakes his head.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I understand they'll need you.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
My work will be finished when I
have helped the community to
change and become a whole.
                                                            
                       JONAS
But don't you want to be with me,
Giver?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Jonas, I love you. But my role is
to stay. You're forgetting my
age. I would never make it. I'm
drained. Did you know that I no
longer see color?
                                                            
Jonas' eyes almost burst with tears.
                                                            

81.

                       THE GIVER
We don't know what lies beyond our
community and the bordering
communities we associate with,
Jonas. There may be nothing at
all, or there may be serious
danger, or there may be everything
you're looking for.
                                                            
                       JONAS
There may be love. There may be
freedom. I won't find any of that
here.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Well, then . . . You have the
colors now. And the strength.
I'll transfer my remaining
memories of warmth to you. Also,
it's about time I transferred
something else to you. I think
I've been a bit selfish. I wanted
to hold it for myself as long as I
could, but you need to understand
everything before you go.
                                                            
                       JONAS
What is it?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
When I was a boy, younger than
you, it wasn't the seeing beyond
that came to me. It was
different. For me, it was
hearing-beyond.
                                                            
                       JONAS
What did you hear?
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Music. I began to hear something
truly remarkable, and it's called
music. I'll give you some before
you go.
                                                            
                       JONAS
No, Giver. I want you to keep
that, to have with you, when I'm
gone.
                                                            
The Giver smiles gently.
                                                            

82.

                       JONAS
Are you sure you're not coming
with me?
                                                            
A genuine laugh escapes The Giver.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Oh, no! No, I have another place
to go. When my work is done here,
I want to finally be with my
daughter.
                                                            
                       JONAS
Giver! You told me you had a
spouse, but you have never
mentioned a daughter.
                                                            
The Giver smiles wide and nods. For the very first time, he
looks TRULY HAPPY.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Yes. Her name was Rosemary.
                                                            
 
INT. FATHER & MOTHER'S SLEEPING-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
They are fast asleep in their respective beds.
                                                            
 
INT. LILY'S SLEEPING-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
She sleeps peacefully, as well.
                                                            
 
INT. JONAS' SLEEPING-ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas, operating quietly in the dark, folds his extra tunics
and bundles them together with a piece of sturdy thread.
                                                            
He places a sheet of paper on his bed with all the details
the Giver ordered him to leave.
                                                            
He ties Gabriel's sleeping body to his own with the child's
blanket and tiptoes out of the room.
                                                            
 
EXT. JONAS' DWELLING - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas sneaks up to his family's row of bicycles with Gabe.
He selects his father's bike with the sturdy carrying basket
in the front and the molded child seat in the back.
                                                            

83.

Jonas hops on with Gabe and they ride off through the area
of dwellings.
                                                            
 
EXT. CENTRAL PLAZA - NIGHT
                                                            
A last look at the flavorless city center, as it sits dead
in the still of the night. Jonas and Gabriel zip through on
Father's bike.
                                                            
 
INT. THE GIVER'S ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
The Giver gives Jonas a hefty satchel of food. They
embrace.
                                                            
                       JONAS
There's love out there.
                                                            
The Giver looks at the newchild resting peacefully against
Jonas' chest and manages a sincere smile.
                                                            
                       THE GIVER
Godspeed, my son.
                                                            
The Giver returns to his chair. Jonas leaves.
                                                            
 
EXT. THE BRIDGE - NIGHT
                                                            
The two young fugitives ride over the old cobblestone
bridge.
                                                            
 
EXT. ANOTHER COMMUNITY - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas pedals past one of the separate, outlying communities.
Their dark, uniform buildings are just barely visible,
traced out against the night sky.
                                                            
 
EXT. UNKNOWN TERRITORY - NIGHT
                                                            
The paved road continues through a wild area with expansive
fields of trees and shrubbery. Jonas looks to be tiring,
but he pedals on, determined.
                                                            
 
EXT. FOREST AREA - DAY
                                                            
Jonas and Gabriel rest in a patch of soft grass under the
veil of the towering trees of the area. Jonas feeds Gabe
and himself a few morsels from the satchel.
                                                            
 

84.

EXT. UNKNOWN TERRITORY - NIGHT
                                                            
Gabriel sits in the rear child seat now, as Jonas pushes
along the path looking as strong as ever. THE SOUND OF AN
ENGINE ROARS FROM BEHIND.
                                                            
Jonas recognizes the sound and turns into a nearby bush. He
drops the bike and dives behind the shrubbery with Gabriel
in his arms.
                                                            
 
INT. AIRCRAFT COCKPIT - NIGHT
                                                            
Focus on the pilot's control board, which is populated by an
overabundance of buttons, switches, and other advanced
technological tools. One of the gadgets is labeled as a
heat-seeking view screen.
                                                            
UNKNOWN TERRITORY - BUSHES
                                                            
Jonas frantically places his hands against Gabe's back,
closes his eyes, and transfers a memory.
                                                            
COCKPIT
                                                            
The view screen is only picking up cool blobs of gray in the
area.
                                                            
UNKNOWN TERRITORY - BUSHES
                                                            
Jonas and Gabe are shivering in the bush, as the sound of
the airplane's engine fades away.
                                                            
 
EXT. UNTAMED TERRAIN - DAY
                                                            
The paved roads disappear, and Jonas rides down the
narrowing path over stones and ruts.
                                                            
The bike's front tire catches a large rock and CRASHES into
the dirt. Gabe is fine, but Jonas winces in pain as the
result of a scraped knee.
                                                            
 
EXT. RUNNING STREAM - DAY
                                                            
Gabriel helps Jonas rinse off his bloody knee in the water.
                                                            
UNTAMED TERRAIN
                                                            
Jonas braves on, pushing the pedals non-stop. Suddenly,
Gabe points his chubby arm to the sky:
                                                            

85.

                       GABRIEL
Pane! Pane!
                                                            
That's how he says "plane." Jonas veers them off the
pathway and under the nearest assemblage of vegetation.
                                                            
Hearing no roaring engine, Jonas pokes his head out from the
trees and sees nothing more than your average jaybird
soaring through the sky.
                                                            
                       GABRIEL
It's a pane!
                                                            
Jonas smiles.
                                                            
TIME CUT - NIGHT
                                                            
They ride all night, worn and dirtied, every second taking
them farther and farther away.
                                                            
 
EXT. FIELD - DAY
                                                            
Jonas chases his adopted brother through the tall grass.
They LAUGH and HOLLER with delight as they tackle each
other, get up, and run around some more.
                                                            
 
EXT. UNTAMED TERRAIN - DAY
                                                            
Jonas and Gabe have stopped in the middle of nowhere to
stare at a pair of deer nosing around some bushes. Gabriel
points at the animals excitedly:
                                                            
                       GABRIEL
Oohhh! Oohhh!
                                                            
 
EXT. POND - DAY
                                                            
Jonas and Gabriel sit by the muddy water and eat the last of
the food from their satchel.
                                                            
 
EXT. UNTAMED TERRAIN - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas pedals through the night as it rains down heavily,
soaking everything in sight.
                                                            
 

86.

EXT. RUNNING STREAM - DAY
                                                            
Jonas kneels by the stream and randomly jabs his fists into
the water, trying to catch a fish.
                                                            
TIME CUT
                                                            
Jonas weaves the the strands of Gabe's blanket around a
curved stick.
                                                            
TIME CUT
                                                            
Jonas swoops his makeshift net into the stream again and
again. After countless tries, he comes up with a single
flapping, silvery fish.
                                                            
 
INT. PATCH OF SHRUBBERY - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas pounds the dead fish with a rock. He and Gabriel
share the raw shreds.
                                                            
 
EXT. UNTAMED TERRAIN - DAY
                                                            
Jonas and Gabriel ride on, looking very weary, with their
clothes torn and faces dirtied.
                                                            
 
EXT. GRASSY AREA - NIGHT
                                                            
Baby Gabe lay sleeping next to Jonas, who is wide awake.
                                                            
 
INT. SCHOOL CAFETERIA - DAY
                                                            
A group of SEVENS stand in the line, waiting to receive
their midday meals. One of them is SEVEN-YEAR-OLD JONAS. He
is standing in front of SEVEN-YEAR-OLD ASHER.
                                                            
                       JONAS
      (to Asher)
I'm starving.
                                                            
An INSTRUCTOR standing nearby overhears this.
                                                            
                       INSTRUCTOR
Jonas!
                                                            
The Instructor stomps over and pulls Jonas out of line,
leading him away from the other children.
                                                            

87.

                       INSTRUCTOR
Jonas, you must learn to use more
precise language. You are not
starving, that is a gross
exaggeration. You simply have
some feelings of hunger, because
it is time for the midday meal.
                                                            
                       JONAS
I apologize for not speaking
precisely, Instructor.
                                                            
                       INSTRUCTOR
I accept your apology, Jonas. As
long as you are a part of this
community, you will never be
starving.
                                                            
BACK TO THE GRASSY AREA
                                                            
Jonas pulls Gabriel's sleeping body closer to his own and
begins to WEEP softly.
                                                            
 
EXT. SOMEWHERE COLD - NIGHT
                                                            
Jonas and Gabe slowly pedal down the endless ribbon of path
in front of them. They appear weak and drained; as
miserable as can be. Jonas rounds the the narrow curves in
the road with less urgency than before.
                                                            
A soft, swirling downfall of white begins to descend upon
them. They're shivering.
                                                            
As the snowfall thickens, they ride up to the base of a tall
hill blanketed in frosty white precipitation.
                                                            
Jonas pulls Gabe from the child seat and drops the bike. He
wraps the child's torn and dirtied blanket around the both
of them, again securing Gabriel in place against his chest.
                                                            
He whispers:
                                                            
                       JONAS
It's called snow, Gabe. They're
called snowflakes. They're
beautiful . . .
                                                            
Jonas begins scaling the snowy hill. He has to force his
tired legs with every step. As he presses on, Jonas places
his hands against Gabe's back and concentrates.
                                                            
 

88.

EXT. BEACH - DAY
                                                            
The sun beats down radiantly, but only for a second and then
they are transported
                                                            
BACK TO SOMEWHERE COLD
                                                            
Back to the snowy hill. Jonas continues trudging up the
hill, until he trips over a mound of snow and falls. He
slowly regains his footing, then places his hands on
Gabriel's back once more.
                                                            
BACK TO THE BEACH
                                                            
The sun shines brilliantly but, even quicker than it
happened before, it is
                                                            
BACK TO SOMEWHERE COLD
                                                            
Back to the snowy hill. Jonas looks down at Gabe in his
arms. The newchild's usually rosy cheeks have been tinted
blue, with dried tear stains outlined in dirt. He is in a
DEEP SLEEP.
                                                            
Jonas fights on, dragging his heavy feet up the hill, until
he reaches the summit. Jonas stops walking, finally on
level ground. The snow swirls in the air. He smiles.
                                                            
                       JONAS
We're almost there, Gabe. I
remember this place.
                                                            
Jonas walks to the opposite edge of the hill and sits down
on the RED SLED. He holds Gabriel tight and brushes away
the powdery snow beneath him until his hands find the rope.
                                                            
Jonas blows his breath into the air and watches it drift
away with the snowflakes. He sits intoxicated by the
surreal beauty of the scene before him, as he stares off
into space . . .
                                                            
Finally, he leans his body forward, and they start down on
the sled, slicing through the ice with ease. Down and down,
faster and faster.
                                                            
JONAS' POV -

through the whipping wind and thick, swirling snow. It's
difficult to see, but there are LIGHTS dancing along the
horizon . . .
                                                            
A faint echo of MUSIC flutters, and then BUILDS. PEOPLE
SINGING. The harmonious MELODY plays like a lullaby.
                                                            

89.

Jonas smiles in ecstasy with sleeping Gabriel clamped
tightly to his torso. The sled picks up speed as it zips
down the final diagonal stretch of the snowy hill.
                                                            
The music. The colors. The snow. Down, down, down;
faster, faster, faster.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO BLACK
                                                            


THE END


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From Andrew Date 12/12/2008 ****
I really enjoyed this..fantastic job

From edunn Date 6/16/2008 ****
The Giver is a very complicated book tom re- write, in my opinion. But I think this was exceptional. The story was very well written. Very professional. I think this script should be used for a movie.

From David Chase Date 6/16/2008 ****
I agree, this was really powerful. I haven't read the book, so any issues I may have with the story (and there aren't many) can be attributed to the author. Really good handle on format, you seem to have done your homework.

From Roman Monroe Date 6/15/2008 ****
Really, really powerful story. I don't think I found any mistakes, and your handle on the format is awesome. Getting a novel done in a brisk 92 pages is quite a feat, and you didn't leave much out. I remember reading the book in middle school, and I don't think you left anything out. Great adaptation.


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