Airplane II: The Sequel Page #18

McCROSKY (V.O.)

Jesus, would someone answer me!!

ELAINE:

I love you, Ted.

They smile at each other.

McCROSKY (V.O.)

What the hell's going on up there?!

Ted and Elaine still smile at each other.

INT. CABIN

All passengers look forward and smile.

INT. MISSION CONTROL

All Controller's look down the line and smile.

EXT. TOWN SQUARE - RIO MONTENEGRO

Six soldiers on firing squad duty, ready to fire, turn,

smile, and FIRE while they're smiling.

SFX:
SHOTS, SCREAMS

INT. COCKPIT

Ted grabs the radio.

ELAINE:

(smiling lovingly)

Ted, this reminds me of twenty years ago

over Chicago.

Ted hits a switch. The ship does a barrel roll.

INT. CABIN

All we see are feet sticking up from the seats.

INT. COCKPIT

TED:

(on radio)

This is Mayflower One calling mission

control. Do you read me? Over.

INT. MISSION CONTROL

McCROSKY

A man. Now that's more like it.

(continuing on radio)

This is mission control. Identify

yourself and give me your position. Over.

INT. COCKPIT

TED:

(on radio)

The name's Ted Striker and I'm sitting

down and facing the front.

INT. MISSION CONTROL

McCROSKY

(trying to place the name)

Striker... Striker... Striker...

CONTROLLER 3

If you say so.

He slugs the female worker next to him.

McCROSKY

(remembering)

Ted Striker!

SFX:
RADIO STATIC.

McCROSKY

Damn! We've lost them again.

CONTROLLER 1

Could be those sunspots.

JACOBS:

Could be your dishwashing detergent.

McCROSKY

Striker's the guy who flew that 736 into

Chicago over 20 years ago without a crew.

Would someone tell me what in sam hill

he's doing up there?

JACOBS:

(waving his hand in the air)

Me! Me! Me!

ANGLE ON MISSION CONTROL DOORS

They are swinging aluminum doors similar to restaurant

kitchens and hospital operating rooms. Kruger and the

Commissioner enter through one door.

COMMISSIONER:

The boys downtown are taking the heat from

the boys in Washington and the boys...

They PASS OUT OF FRAME. A waiter with tray passes them and

leaves through the swing doors.

SFX:
CRASHING DISHES

Two surgeons in operating gowns and masks enter covered in

food.

We PICK UP Kruger and the Commissioner still walking and

talking.

COMMISSIONER:

Bud, the President wants an explanation.

They approach McCrosky.

McCROSKY

Sorry to pull you out of bed at this hour,

gentlemen.

KRUGER:

Forget it. I was reading.

COMMISSIONER:

I was reading too.

KRUGER:

What's the story?

COMMISSIONER:

Some southern plantation owner falls in

love with this poor...

KRUGER:

I was asking McCrosky, Commissioner.

McCROSKY

He falls in love with this poor school

teacher who...

A CONTROLLER interrupts them.

CONTROLLER:

(to McCrosky)

Sir, we've restored radio transmission.

McCROSKY

Good.

(to Kruger)

We keep losing their radio.

KRUGER:

Give it to me straight, McCrosky -- what's

it look like.

McCROSKY

It's green with numbers and lots of knobs.

KRUGER:

Not the radio, the situation. I want to

know exactly what your people think.

PAN three Controllers at monitors.

CONTROLLER 1 (V.O.)

(thinking)

They're screwed.

CONTROLLER 2 (V.O.)

(thinking)

They're dead.

CONTROLLER 3 (V.O.)

(thinking)

Did I leave the iron on?

INT. CABIN

The ship lurches from side to side.

Stella, covered in blood, kneels beside BILLY, a young man

bandaged head to toe, lying on a stretcher with lots of I.V.

bottles hanging around him. A U.S. ARMY GENERAL stands next

to him -- imagine General Patton.

STELLA:

General Walker is here, Billy. He wants

to talk to you.

GENERAL WALKER:

Billy, if we get through this thing alive,

I'd like you to get this letter to my

mother.

He hands Billy a letter.

INT. COCKPIT

Elaine is monitoring various dials. Ted is at controls and

on the radio.

TED:

(on radio)

An electrical fire in the core has played

havoc with the ROK-4000 computer. It's

locked us on a direct line with the sun

and there's no way we can go to manual.

Captain Oveur already tried it and he's...

OVEUR (O.S.)

(from floor)

Giants sixty... Rams... zip...

TED:

... become an intolerable bore. The rest

of the crew has been lost ­and we're out of

coffee. Also, we're starting to feel the

sun's heat pretty bad.

Striker wipes his forehead. Elaine holds a tan reflector up

to her face and turns to the sun.

INT. CABIN

Passengers sweat profusely.

SFX:
JUNGLE SOUNDS.

A MAN slaps a mosquito on the back of his neck.

FOUR MEN sit nude to the waist, wrapped in towels as if in a

steam bath.

MAN ONE:

It's eight-thousand square feet with great

parking and a twenty-year lease with

option to buy.

MAN TWO:

You can't lose, Al.

MAN THREE:

He can lose. I've seen it happen a

thousand times.

EXT. SHIP - SPACE

It shoots towards sun.

INT. MISSION CONTROL

McCrosky sits at a monitor, talks into a mike and looks down

at a book. Behind him two Controllers make a dope deal -- a

baggie of grass for cash. We only see their midsections and

hands.

McCROSKY

Striker, this is Jack McCrosky, chief

controller. I want you to listen to me and

listen good.

The buyer checks out the baggie -- it's mostly twigs. The

seller is trying to explain the situation with his hands.

McCROSKY

Twenty years ago I helped a young pilot

through a storm over Chicago.

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