Brazil Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1985
- 132 min
- 1,214 Views
MR KURTZMAN goes through this door and as he closes it
behind him, all activity in the CLERKS pool ceases. each
CLERK adjusts his T.V. screen with the flick of a switch,
and all the screens change to something which looks very
like "The Good, The Bad And The Ugly".
22 INT. MR KURTZMAN'S OFFICEDAY 22
MR KURTZMAN also has a T.V. console. He sits behind his
desk, reaches for his In-tray, and without looking at the
console he turns his screen on. He looks through a number
of files in his In-tray. He is surprised to hear a VOICE
say, "Turn around real slow, amigo". MR KURTZMAN turns
around real slow, his expression relaxes, he thumps his
T.V. console with a large fist, and the screen obediently
flicks to a display of figures. He picks up a file which
we see as marked "Buttle, Archibald". He opens the file
and starts punching the keyboard of the console. The T.V.
starts bleeping in an alarmed way. MR KURTZMAN is puzzled.
He punches more figures. The screen starts to flash
"Error, error, error". MR KURTZMAN sighs with frustration.
He presses an intercom.
MR KURTZMAN:
(into intercom)
Mr Lowry, will you step in here
please?
He returns his attention, puzzled to the file. Nobody
comes into the office. MR KURTZMAN gets up and walks over
to his door and opens it. Beyond the door the room full of
CLERKS is obediently concentrating on the bleeping and
whirring consoles. From MR KURTZMAN'S POV we see that in
the centre of the room is an unoccupied desk.
MR KURTZMAN:
Does anyone know where Lowry is?
Nobody knows. MR KURTZMAN closes his door again. A moment
later it seems to him, and to us, that he has heard the
crash of six guns blazing away at each other. He re-opens
the door. The only sound again. He goes back to his desk.
He punches a few keys. The machine starts emitting even
more alarming beeps, then horse whinnies, then "Admit
you're whupped, you drygulching scum". KURTZMAN explodes
with anger, and presses the intercom again.
MR KURTZMAN:
(Shouting into intercom)
Where the hell is Sam Lowry?!
CUT TO brilliantly clear sky. From on high an odd bird-
like figure swoops down on the CAMERA. As it comes closer
we can see that it is, in fact, a MAN wearing strange wood
and metal bird wings. In the bright sunshine their
flapping movements create a brilliant, flashing effect.
Along with the wings, SAM LOWRY (for this is he) wears an
outfit that combines the best of Flash Gordon and a WWI
fighter pilot. He sweeps past the CAMERA and then,
banking, rises BACK INTO SHOT IN MCU. An ethereal voice
can be heard calling "Sam ... Sam ... Sam". He hovers,
looking beyond the CAMERA to something wonderful. CUT TO
face of stunningly beautiful GIRL, she is the idealised
twin of JILL LAYTON ... Her long hair swirls across her
face partially obscuring it and making her appear slightly
mysterious. The CAMERA PULLS AWAY from her as soft
billowing material sinuously undulates about her. It rises
and falls like waves carried on the wind. As the CAMERA
GLIDES BACK through this sea of gossamer we can see that
the GIRL is being held aloft by and in it. A vast
landscape stretches below her. The sun frames her in the
sky. She and SAM are engaged in a beautiful sensual aerial
ballet.
Romantic music fills the soundtrack.
SAM swoops up and away. The GIRL floats in the distance as
SAM. rises in the foreground. She beckons to him. SAM
begins to flap back towards her. But then the dreamy
quality of this scene is interrupted by threatening
The ground far below him suddenly erupts as a massive,
monolithic stone skyscraper bursts through the surface and
soars upwards with a mighty rush.
CUT to the GIRL in LONG SHOT. The monolith rises up into
FRAME partially cutting her off from view.
Before SAM can do anything, another stone skyscraper
breaks through the ground and rushes upwards. Then another
and another. There is nothing SAM can do. The GIRL is
being cut of from him by these gigantic faceless
structures. And then she is finally lost from view
somewhere in the depths of this strange stone metropolis.
SAM lies closer. The stone skyscrapers appear to be solid.
No windows. No doors. Nothing whatsoever to interfere with
their clean, harsh, rectilinear design. As he flies among
these towering blocks he sees no sign of the GIRL, only
sheer walls rising high above him. Below him the walls
plummet vertiginously into the darkish streets. No sound
but the creaking flapping of his wings can he heard in
this dead place. Coming round a corner he sees something
in the distance. far below him a dark procession is
wending its way through the narrow passages... away from
him.
CUT TO LOW ANGLE SHOT of the procession making its way
past the CAMERA. Black-robed and cowled, the sinister
figures look like heavily armed monks. These are the
FORCES OF DARKNESS. Together they are straining at several
heavy hawsers that rise in long arcs up to a huge metal
cage floating above and behind the procession. Binding the
cage are metal straps to which ropes are attached. Inside
is the GIRL - still enveloped in gossamer which billows as
if there were a breeze in constant attendance.
CUT TO SAM as He dives out of shot.
CUT to the FORCES OF DARKNESS suddenly stopping in their
tracks. They've seen something.
CUT to their POV. There at the end of the passage between
two stone skyscrapers stands SAM ... barring the way.
CUT to swords being unsheathed. Cowls being thrown back.
Underneath are rotting, broken dolls' faces. All the faces
are the same except for the manner in which they have
decayed. They smile - slobbering, sickeningly. Suddenly
the robed bodies change shape - some rising up to become
long, others expanding sideways to become bulbous, others
shrinking. From the folds of cloth come evil weapons. The
FORCES are massed ready to charge.
CUT to long shot of SAM. He removes his arms from his
wings and folds the wings behind him. He is ready.
Cut to the FORCES. Nothing moves ... except for the
constant dribble from their cracked mouths.
CUT back to SAM. Stillness. The tension is unbearable.
Suddenly SAM unleashes a terrifying scream and charges the
fearsome horde. Unarmed!
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