The Bucket List

THE BUCKET LIST by Justin Zackham April 2005 REGISTERED WGA-WEST All Rights Reserved You see, Mr. Barnes. It is because I have lived very much, that I can now enjoy everything so well. --Count Mippipopolous "The Sun Also Rises" He not busy being born, Is busy dying. --Bob Dylan THE HIMALAYAS Wide as all the world. Towering and timeless and rumbling mutely into the sky to scrape the floor of heaven. We’re gliding between them as if on a cloud, and CARTER’S VOICE is quiet and humble and yet somehow makes us feel as though he knows a great many things we don’t. CARTER (V.O.) Edward Perriman Cole died in May. It was a Sunday, in the afternoon, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky... One mountain rises above the rest. A plume of ice and snow billows from its wedge-shaped peak which thrusts up into the jet stream. CARTER (V.O.) (CONT’D) “Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” Whoever said that knew a thing or two. We’re MOVING HIGHER now as the mountain looms closer, drawing us up its massive shoulders. CARTER (V.O.) (CONT’D) Even now, I can’t claim to understand the measure of a life... Some people will tell you it’s how we’re remembered by history, or by the ones we’ve left behind. Some believe it can be measured in faith. Some say by love... Other folks say life has no meaning at all. We’re only dust in the breeze. CONTINUING over ridges and glaciers towards the peak.