Brazil Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1985
- 132 min
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KURTZMAN:
Perhaps the machine's on the blink!
It keeps picking up old films. That
can't he right, can it?
SAM:
It's not the machine. There's a
mismatch on the personnel code
numbers... Ah there we go! That's a
B58/732 when it should be a T47/215
... Tuttle ... he should have £31.06,
debited against his account for
electrical procedures, not Buttle.
KURTZMAN:
Oh my God, a mistake!
SAM:
It's not our mistake!
KURTZMAN:
(eagerly)
Isn't it? Whose is it?
SAM:
Information Retrieval.
KURTZMAN:
Oh, good!
SAM:
Expediting has put in for electrical
procedures in respect of Buttle,
Archibald, shoe repair operative, but
Security has invoiced Admin for
Tuttle, Archibald, heating engineer
KURTZMAN:
What a relief! I don't know what I'd
do if you ever got promoted.
SAM:
Don't worry.
KURTZMAN:
But if they did promote you
SAM:
I've told you before. I'd turn it
down.
KURTZMAN:
Would you really, Sam?
SAM:
Really.
KURTZMAN:
(churned up)
You've been promoted.
KURTZMAN hands SAM a sheet of printed paper. SAM takes the
paper, not pleased, and glances at it.
CLOSE UP of paper: "LOWRY, S. (RECORDS. MIN OF INF.)
TRANSFER TO INFORMATION RETRIEVAL - (Expediting, Security
Level 3).
KURTZMAN:
It's your mother isn't it? Pulling
strings again.
SAM:
(explodes)
What a B*TCH!
27 INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICEDAY 27
CUT TO an old WOMAN's face reflected in triplicate in a
three-panelled mirror. A pair of MAN's hands have a grip
on her flabby cheeks, pulling them out several inches on
either side of her face. When I say several inches that's
just what I mean. Not only are her jowls being stretched
like silly putty but they are also being wrapped around to
the back of her neck to demonstrate how tight and smooth
her face can be made by DOCTOR who is prattling on over
this freak show.
DOCTOR:
Now, when you come in tomorrow, Mrs
Lowry, we'll make a little tuck here
... and there ...
CUT TO WIDE SHOT of DOCTOR's surgery. It looks a bit like
a cross between an operating theatre and a boudoir. The
cold steel, glass and plastic surfaces are badly disguised
with pastel coloured chintz and satin. At the dressing
table sits the old WOMAN, SAM'S MOTHER. Behind her stands
the DOCTOR. He is much like his surgery. He has tailored
his surgical garments like a gigolo's dressing gown. It
seems that he has done a bit of tuck-taking on himself.
There is a certain plastic smoothness to his skin, but all
in all he has been fairly successful. SAM is pacing
around, raving.
SAM:
(angrily)
I just wish you would stop
interfering, mother! I don't want
promotion. I'm happy where I am.
MOTHER:
No you're not. Jack Lint is a lesson
to you - he never had your brains but
he's got the ambition. You haven't
got the ambition but luckily you've
got me. And Mr Helpmann. Mr Helpmann
was very close -
DOCTOR:
Now, Mrs Lowry, don't get upset
(so SAM)
Please wait in reception, Mr Lowry,
you're giving her wrinkles.
MOTHER:
You see!
SAM:
(groans)
DOCTOR:
Now Mrs Lowry, try to relax. You must
trust me. I'll make you twenty years
younger ...
SAM:
Huh!
DOCTOR:
(giving Sam a dirty look)
... twenty-five if we just drain the
excess fluid from the pouches ...
MOTHER:
Dr Jaffe, you're a genius. Would you
like to be Surgeon General? Four
Star. I know everybody.
DOCTOR:
Well they won't know you when I've
finished with you.
The DOCTOR reaches into his smock pocket for a coloured
marker. He starts colouring up her face with strokes of
different coloured markers.
DOCTOR:
First we must eliminate the excess
derma ... so! ... Then the flaccid
tissues under the eyes ... And now
the forehead ... Zip! I lift the
wrinkles and worry lines right up
into the wi- into the hairline, comme
ca ...
SAM looks disgusted.
DOCTOR:
And now the template ... There ...
there ... there ... Now a bit of
sticky ... There we go!
(triumphantly)
Already she is twice as beautiful as
she was before - voila!
The DOCTOR moves his body aside, revealing MRS LOWRY's
face, covered with coloured lines and wrapped in
cellophane held in shape by cellotape. SAM stares at her.
SAM:
My God, it works.
28 INT. POSH RESTAURANT (ENTRANCE) DAY 28
The conversation between SAM and his MOTHER takes place
while they are going through the sort of security checks
familiar at airports. They are, however, just outside the
velvet rope of the posh restaurant.
MOTHER:
(in full flow)
Mr Helpmann was very close to your
poor father. He was very close to me.
Still is. He'll take you under his
wing at Information Retrieval. You'll
like it when you get there.
SAM:
You're not listening, mother.
A warning buzzer goes off as MOTHER's handbag goes thru
security check. It turns out to have been activated by a
gaily wrapped package. A SECURITY GUARD relieves her of it
and unwraps the package which contains the same kind of
executive toy which we have seen twice before.
MOTHER:
It's a present for my son.
She takes the toy back and hands it to SAM.
MOTHER:
I hope you like it. It's very
exclusive.
SAM:
What is it?
MOTHER:
It's something for executives.
At this point the MAITRE D arrives on the scene.
MAITRE D:
Madam Lowry, how exquisite to see you
again. Merry Christmas.
He pulls aside he velvet rope with a grand flourish. He
looks disdainfully at SAM's unfashionable clerk's suite
MOTHER:
Hello, Spiro. Merry Christmas.
SPIRO:
(blocking Sam's way)
I'm sorry but ...
MOTHER:
You remember Samuel, my son.
SPIRO:
{suddenly unctious)
Oh, but of course ...
MOTHER:
We're meeting Mrs Terrain.
SAM:
Are we?
SPIRO:
Ah yes, the lady is waiting.
SPIRO leads the way. SAM and his MOTHER follow, across the
restaurant which is much like the Palm Court at the Plaza
New York. Trellises, marble columns, antique mirroring,
potted palms combine to impress us with their
sophistication and taste. A string quartet can just be
made out against the far wall. Except for the unfortunate
intrusion of metal tubing and ducting brutally thrusting
across areas of the ceiling, occasionally penetrating
right through the middle of a particularly valuable-
looking mirror, the general effect is one of confident
wealth and breeding. SAM, MOTHER and MAITRE D make their
way across the room. The waltzing strains of the string
quartet accompanying them.
CUT to group of tables with diners. At one of them sits a
wealthy-looking OLDER WOMAN with a rather plain-looking
DAUGHTER in her 20s. The OLDER WOMAN is easily
distinguished from the other clientele by a large bandage
that covers a goodish part of her head. The two of them
(the MOTHER and DAUGHTER, not the MOTHER and bandage) are
perusing the menus. SAM notes the DAUGHTER, unpleased.
SAM:
Mother, I thought we were going to be
able to talk .... Oh God, she's got
what's he name with her.
SAM and his MOTHER arrive at the table.
MRS TERRAIN:
Ida! Sam!
MOTHER:
Alma, how are you? You're looking
wonderful! Hello, Shirley.
SHIRLEY:
(shy to Sam)
Salt?
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