Brazil Page #18

SAM:

Sh*t ... it's here somewhere. My

name's Lowry, Sam Lowry - Expediting

... can't this wait?

GUARD:

No, sir ...

(getting out book of forms)

I'm going to have to file a report on

this. Now ... what date is it

today?...

SAM gives up trying to find his I.D. card.

SAM:

(frantic)

Sorry, it'll have to wait.

He runs off - dropping suit - towards some stairs he has

spotted.

GUARD:

Stop!! Come back!

He starts to run after SAM. TWO OTHER GUARDS also give

chase.

75a INT. STAIRS DAY 75a

SAM scrambles up the stairs. GUARDS in pursuit.

76 INT. BASEMENT DAY 76

The original GUARD rushes over to a guard desk and inserts

key into cover of what is clearly an alarm button.

77 INT. STAIRS DAY 77

SAM still running.

78 INT. LOBBYDAY 78

JILL is still arguing with PORTER.

JILL:

(sweetly)

You're a stupid, fat arsed,

obstructive, fascist moron aren't

you?

PORTER:

If you say so.

JILL:

You think these are tits don't you?

PORTER:

Ah.

JILL:

I bet you'd like to touch them?

PORTER:

Oh.

JILL:

Well don't. You're looking at twenty

pounds of high explosive! And if you

don't stamp this form I'm going to

blow the place up!

JILL thumps the desk with her fist.

79 INT. BASEMENT DAY 79

The GUARD throws the alarm switch.

80 INT. LOBBYDAY 80

Alarm bells start ringing and from secret doors heavily

armed GUARDS leap out, their guns trained on JILL as she

appears to be the only person around.

GUARD:

(shouting)

DROP IT!!

JILL has only the form in her hand - which she dutifully

drops. She is terrified by the suddenness and size of the

response to her hitting the desk. The GUARDS close in.

SAM rushes out of the door leading to the stairs. He can't

believe the sight that greets him. He responds

instinctively,

SAM:

STOP! Let her go!

He rushes over to the Porter's desk just as the GUARDS

behind him come through the door. He doesn't have a clue

what he is going to do but, as he reaches the group of

GUARDS they snap attention. Confused he looks around and

then realizes his I.D. badge, is on his lapel and the

GUARDS are responding as trained. The GUARDS chasing him

screech to a halt when they see the others snapping to

attention. Everyone looks confused, embarrassed, hesitant

to make the next move. SAM breaks the silence.

SAM:

Well done ... uh ... excellent work

... quick thinking. I'll take charge

of her now ...

Realising he has JILL's dossier, he shows it to everyone -

her print-out pictures are on the front page.

It's a classified matter ... I'll include your fine

handling of the situation in my report

SAM is suddenly aware he is still holding the executive

toy present - he hands it to the PORTER.

SAM:

(grabbing Jill)

Come with me, please.

He hustles her towards the door.

81 EXT. INFORMATION RETRIEVAL BUILDINGDAY 81

SAM marches JILL out of the main door and down the front

steps of the Information Retrieval building. As he

struggles with her some of the papers in the dossier slip

out unbeknownst to SAM and leave a trail of litter behind

them.

JILL:

Who are you? Let go!

SAM:

Don't look back! Act naturally!

JILL:

How can I act naturally, when you've

trying to break my arm?

CUT to the POV of the Ministry of Information front door

GUARDS. They are looking down the steps at the retreating

backs of SAM and JILL who are jostling each other. The

GUARDS see JILL elbow SAM in the ribs.

SAM:

(wincing)

Ow! That hurt!

JILL:

Good!

VOICE FROM BEHIND

STOP! Come back here!

SAM:

Oh, God ... no!

He turns around, knowing that the game is up. But instead

of one of the GUARDS shouting - it's an OLD LADY angrily

glaring at him and pointing to a "Keep your city tidy"

sign above a litter bin.

OLD LADY:

(screaming)

Can't you read english? You

illiterate foreign pig! You come here

from your own filthy country and

think you can mess our streets up!

You should be fried alive, you dirty

verminous ... etc. etc.

SAM sees the trail of dossier litter blowing about the

pavement. He lets go of JILL for a moment to grab at the

papers. The LADY continues screaming at him, her little

Pekinese dog (who incidentally wears a plaster over his

bum hole) yaps at his ankles, ripping SAM's new trousers.

SAM is torn between trying to regain the pages of the

dossier and following JILL who has disappeared round the

corner. He gives up retrieving the paper and rushes after

JILL.

CUTTING back to the TWO GUARDS, who have been observing

all this bizarre activity, we see one of them reading one

of the pieces of paper.

OTHER GUARD:

Hey, you shouldn't be reading that

it's classified.

82 EXT. JUST AROUND THE CORNER DAY 82

JILL is behind the steering wheel of her lorry which is

just starting to move off. SAM frantically runs towards

the lorry, leaps on the running board and pulls himself up

into the cab.

83 INT. LORRY CABDAY 83

SAM:

(climbing in)

Well done, that's it ... Let's go!

Vrmmm. Vrmmm.

SAM looks up and down his side of the street anxiously

before realizing that JILL has switched off the engine and

is sitting glaring at him. They are stopped, right in

front of the Ministry building.

SAM:

(frantic)

What are you doing? For Christ's

sake! Get moving!

JILL:

Who are you?

Desperately SAM pulls roller blind down over window.

SAM:

(hurriedly)

Sam Lowry. Hello. This sounds insane,

I know, but I've been dreaming about

you. Even before I saw you you were

in my dreams. Weird isn't it. I mean

... I don't know what it means ...

but it might mean something ...

mightn't it? I hope so. Anyway you're

in danger and I think we should get

out of here, now, quick! Come on!

Still JILL does nothing. SAM pulls down roller blind over.

window.

SAM:

(desperate)

Bloody hell! Do as I say!

JILL:

(hard, icy cool)

No.

SAM:

(beginning to lose his

bottle)

Please!

JILL continues to sit, glaring.

SAM delves into his pockets and drags out a handful of

I.D. cards and papers, most of which fall onto the floor.

He then remembers that the badge he's looking for is

pinned to his jacket. He thrusts it forward at JILL.

SAM:

(beside himself with panic)

Alright! Alright! Alright! I'm

Information Retrieval Officer -

(he checks the number

somewhere. On the badge?)

DZ/015, and I'm arresting you for -

your own good! Now start up and get

moving before I hand you back to

them!

(indicating M.I. building)

JILL:

Them?

SAM:

Us. Them. I don't know ... just get

going.

JILL starts up and moves off, very cool, in her own time.

By now SAM has got the shakes.

JILL:

(indicting the papers that

Sam has dropped)

Don't litter my cab!

SAM:

(picking them up)

Oh, sorry.

84 EXT. CITY FREEWAY DAY 84

A high shot of the lorry, moving through the city among

traffic.

85 INT. TRAVELLING LORRY DAY 85

JILL is preoccupied with driving. She is smoking a

cigarette. SAM occasionally glances at her.

SAM:

... This is amazing ... for me ...

being here with you. I mean, in my

dreams you ...

JILL:

I don't want to hear about your

f***ing dreams!

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