Alternative Ending to Minority Report
Disclaimer: I don't own the original story of the film Minority report, nor the characters. They belong to the filmmaker Steven Spielberg. I only own the plot that follows.
The video flickered into life on the large wall. The celebration crowd stopped their chattering. They watched, expectantly watched. As the disturbing images of Anne Lively's murder danced across the wall, Lamar Burgess began his slow and discreet exit from the opulent room.
He had his back to the door, outside the room. Gasps were to be heard, the film had obviously finished. Guests began to file out into the hall and Lamar quick footed across the hall to the balcony. The breeze ruffled his greying hair. He leaned over the balcony to see the city below.
"Don't do it." John had appeared at the doorway. Half hidden behind the draping curtains.
"Don't worry, there's no chance of that slow death. Kill me. Kill me now."
"No. Face up to your problems old man. They will catch you up."
"Everyone runs," whispered Lamar as the large party filtered out into the fresh night air.
"Oh darling," proclaimed Mrs Burgess,
"The arrest team are on their way. How could you?" She threw a slap at his old wrinkled face. He winced at the pain.
"The pre-cogs wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me." Mrs Burgess and the rest of the party fell silent. Burgess opened his overcoat slightly.
"Well then," she announced, noticing the glint of her husbands new golden gun,
"You shall be celebrated." She smiled, hoping to stay in his good books. She was aware that he was a murderer, she had to conceal all negative emotions.
"Continue indoors for celebrations," she called to the silent crowd. Everyone cheered.
"I'll stay out for a bit," Lamar spoke gently. She nodded. The party continued indoors.
Once again he walked up to the edge and looked over. He thought he was alone. He thought everyone was inside. Suddenly he turned round. He heard a scuffling. A hooded figure shot out from the shadows and launched him over the edge. It pulled back its cloak. Mr Burgess saw the face of John, shining in the moonlight night.
"I'll get you for this John, I could have been a hero!" John rubbed his hands and walked inside to join the celebrations. He smiled. Revenge was sweet.
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