CHRISTOF's voice booms over the now calm ocean.

CHRISTOF
Truman!

TRUMAN drops the handle as if his hand has been burned. He looks all about him.

CHRISTOF (O.C.)
You can speak. I can hear you.

Truman takes a moment to overcome his fear and astonishment.

TRUMAN
Who are you?

CHRISTOF
I'm the creator.

Truman looks up to the "heavens".

TRUMAN
The creator of what?

CHRISTOF (O.C.)
A show - that gives hope and joy and inspiration to millions.

TRUMAN
(incredulous) A show. Then who am I?

CHRISTOF (O.C.)
You're the star.

Truman struggles to take it all in.

TRUMAN
Nothing was real.

CHRISTOF
You were real. That's what made you you so good to watch.

Truman takes out the drenched picture of Sylvia, recalling her words at the beach.

TRUMAN
(to himself) "The eyes are everywhere."

INT. CONTROL ROOM. NIGHT.

CHRISTOF picks up a slim, flat monitor. He swivels in his chair and gazes intently at the image of Truman he now holds in his hands.

CHRISTOF
Listen to me, Truman--

On the screen, Truman again reaches for the door handle.

EXT. CYCLORAMA. DAY.

We focus on TRUMAN's hand. CHRISTOF's voice echoes across the water.

CHRISTOF
You can leave if you want. I won't try to stop you. But you won't survive out there. You don't know what to do, where to go.