Michael Clayton by Tony Gilroy Final Shooting Script 2/11/06 INT. KENNER BACH & LEDEEN/VARIOUS SHOTS -- NIGHT It’s 2:00 a.m. in a major New York law firm. Ten floors of office space in the heart of the Sixth Avenue Canyon. Seven hours from now this place will be vibrating with the beehive energy of six hundred attorneys and their attendant staff, but for the moment it is a vast, empty, half-lit shell. A SERIES OF SHOTS emphasizing the size and power of this organization; shots that build quietly to the idea that somewhere here -- somewhere in this building -- there’s something very important going on. MUSIC and CREDITS already mixing with the crazed, manic, express train chatter of -- ARTHUR EDENS (V.O.) ...Michael. Dear, Michael. Nurse Michael. Dr. Clayton. Secret Hero. Keeper of the Hidden Sins. Of course it’s you. Who else could they send? Who else could be trusted? Smoke on the horizon -- hole in the bucket -- voices crying from Milwaukee to Manhattan, “Where’s our hero?” “Where’s our Cleanser Of The Hidden Sins?” And here you are, sleeves rolled up, lips sealed -- broom -- dustbin -- bankroll at the ready! Fifties, is it still fifties? When you came to Boston, you remember? God, you must’ve had a thousand of them! The cash -- the smile -- the quiet word in the corner -- of course it’s you, Michael, who else could it ever be?