Brazil Page #21

VOICE:

SAM!!

SAM turns to see MRS TERRAIN and SHIRLEY a short distance

away. MRS TERRAIN is heavily bandaged and sitting in a

wheelchair which SHIRLEY is pushing.

MRS TERRAIN:

It's me and Shirley!

From the TERRAINS' POV SAM looks as if he is wrestling

with a dummy, or with himself if he is beside a full

length mirror. The mirror or something obscures JILL. MRS

TERRAIN and SHIRLEY exchange puzzled looks and proceed

toward SAM.

SAM:

Ah ... hello, Mrs Terrain. SAM lets

go of the parcel and pushes JILL

away. She moves off.

SAM:

(after Jill for Mrs

Terrain's benefit)

I think that'll hold it.

(to Shirley)

Hello Shirley. Just helping someone

tie up a Christmas present. How are

you?

MRS TERRAIN:

My complication had a complication,

but Dr Chapman says I'll soon be up

and bouncing about like a young

gazelle. Are you buying a Christmas

present for your mother?

SAM:

(Trying to keep an eye on

Jill who is disappearing

from sight)

Er, yes ...

MRS TERRAIN:

Shirley and I come here regularly. I

love romantic lingerie.

She unwraps a set of red and black, fur trimmed things

with strategic holes in them.

MRS TERRAIN:

(coyly)

Picture me in these.

At this moment there is an almighty explosion from the far

corner of the store. It is the corner that we last saw

JILL moving towards. SAM races towards the smoke, dust

covering his suit. He finds bras, knickers, broken shop

dummies, bleeding CUSTOMERS and SHOP ASSISTANTS all over

the place. On the edge of this devastated area he sees

JILL struggling out from under a pile of negligees and

plaster dust. He rushes over to her.

SAM:

(frantic)

Are you alright?

JILL:

Yes.

SAM:

(anxiety giving way to

anger)

You don't deserve to be! You should

be dead, or maimed like them .... How

could you ...?

(indicating the wounded)

What a bloody stupid thing ... I

should. have made you open it in the

lorry

She has dug the parcel out of the debris and has ripped it

open. Under the brown paper are a dozen brightly coloured.

Christmas packages - yes you guessed it - executive toys.

She throws the parcel and its contents hard into SAM's

chest. He topples back-wards - tangling himself up with

the severed limbs of a shop dummy.

JILL:

There's your bomb! Our annual bribes

for official ass-holes like you!

SAM sits in the debris - ashamed and relieved. Liquor

oozes from the broken bottle all over SAM's suit. He is at

a loss for words.

JILL's attention is attracted by moans coming from the

badly hurt BOMB VICTIMS. She goes to help them.

JILL:

(to Sam)

Come on, make yourself useful, there

are people hurt!

JILL goes around trying to make the INJURED comfortable.

SAM follows her. He takes off his jacket with his

Information Retrieval badge on the lapel and uses it to

make a pillow for one of these VICTIMS. By now sirens are

wailing, water sprinklers are functioning, and there is

general pandemonium. SECURITY GUARDS run into the area and

begin arresting everyone, including the DEAD and INJURED.

ONE OF THE GUARDS tries to drag off the WOMAN whom JILL is

attending.

JILL:

Hey stop ... she's hurt!

The GUARD gives JILL a thump in the side of the face with

his gloved hand. SAM sees red.

SAM:

DON'T TOUCH HER!!

The GUARD looks up and as he does so he is transformed

into the GIANT WARRIOR from SAM's dream. He towers over

the WOUNDED, the DYING and the debris of the blasted

lingerie department. SAM grabs for a weapon and comes up

with one of the arms (now detached) of the shop dummy. It

makes a passable club.

JILL:

SAM .... don't!!

The TWO COMBATANTS square off ... looking for an opening

... a chink in the other's defences - at which point SAM

is flattened from behind by a TROOPER's gun butt.

108a INT.STONE SHIPANTI-DAY108a

SAM is falling down the inner wall of the stone ship. He

tumbles end over end - unable to stop his crashing

descent. With a thud he hits the bottom. Stunned, bruised

and battered he tries to get up. Standing over him are the

GREY PRISONERS. They press forward.

SAM:

(feebly)

Where is she? Is she here?

The GREY PRISONERS dissolve into what looks like several

BAGGEES.

109 INT. BLACK MARIA EVENING 109

The BAGGEES hang from a track on the ceiling of the Black

Maria. SAM is lying on the floor, covered by his jacket,

with his badge prominently displayed. He is dazed and

mumbling ... the only BAGGEE in the wagon apart from TWO

GUARDS who have removed their helmets and are relaxing

while travelling back to base.

GUARD A:

(scratching his head)

These helmets don't half make your

scalp itch.

GUARD B:

Ooh, don't mention it.

(beginning to scratch his

head)

And they make you sweat. Half the

time I can't see where I'm going -

there's a great Niagara of

perspiration coming down.

GUARD A:

I'm lucky, I've got thick eyebrows.

That keeps it up and channels it out

to my ears.

SAM stirs and groans

GUARD B:

Who's he?

GUARD A:

Someone from Information Retrieval

they're always hanging about in

lingerie.

SAM is coming to his senses. He takes in the situation,

sees all the BAGGEES and staggers to his knees.

SAM:

Jill! Jill! Are you there?!

He begins rummaging through the BAGGEES. ONE of which is

dressed as FATHER CHRISTMAS. SAM opens the "face vent" of

the BAGGEE'S' hoods. A pair of strange eyes look out.

GUARD A:

Excuse me, sir - that's government

property.

SAM:

Is here a girl here? Tall, fair hair,

blue eyes?

GUARD A:

Dunno sir. They check all that at the

depot.

SAM continues fumbling about the BAGGEES.

GUARD 3

(pulling Sam back)

We can't allow you to do that sir,

it's more than our job's worth.

SAM:

(shaking Guard off)

I've got to find her! Jill! Jill!

GUARD A:

You can always fill in an application

form, if you're a relative, sir.

Please stop, sir.

SAM takes no notice.

SAM:

Jill! Jill!

GUARD A hits SAM, knocking him out again.

GUARD A:

Sorry about that sir. Regulations.

We'll have you safely back in your

office in no time.

Scenes 110 & 111 deleted. Scenes 110 & 111 deleted.

112 INT. SAM'S OFFICE EVENING 112

SAM recovers consciousness to find himself sitting at his

desk in his office. He is bruised and battered and has a

black eye. His suit is torn and bloody. MR WARREN is

gripping him by the throat and giving him a lecture.

Behind WARREN, crowding the doorway, are the PEOPLE who

circulate around him and are the cast of the WARREN high

energy circus. LIME is with them.

WARREN:

This is a black eye for the

department, Lowry! ... And I don't

care how you behaved when you were at

Records! Information Retrieval is an

executive branch! We're proud of our

reputation and we protect it!

One of his ACCOLYTES thrusts a paper into his hand - he

glances at it.

Damn it, Lowry, that convoy of troop

carriers is still not accounted for

... I thought I told you to deal with

it.

He slams the form down onto the desk which is covered with

other forms.

And what the hell is this mess? An

empty desk is an efficient desk.

He has picked up some of the forms.

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