Brazil Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1985
- 132 min
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MRS TERRAIN:
(to Shirley)
Not yet.
(to Sam and Mother)
Happy Christmas, Sam.
She hands SAM a gaily wrapped package which obviously
contains the same executive toy.
MOTHER:
Sorry we're late. Shall we order? Get
it out of the way. What are you going
to have Alma?
She starts to hunt through the huge menu the MAITRE D has
just handed her with full colour photos of the splendid
dishes available.
MRS TERRAIN:
I can't make up my mind whether to
have a number one or a number two.
What do you recommend, Spiro?
SPIRO:
(conspiratorially)
Between you and me, Madam, today the
number two.
MRS TERRAIN:
Thank you, Spiro. Shirley, what are
you going to have?
SHIRLEY:
(panics quietly)
SPIRO:
(conspiratorially)
Between you and me, Mademoiselle,
today the number one. Madam Lowry?
MOTHER:
Oh, to hell with the diet, a number
eight, please.
SPIRO:
A most perceptive choice, Madam, if I
may say so.
(to Sam)
Monsieur?
SAM:
(brusquely)
A steak, please. Rare.
(to his mother)
Mother, I need to ...
SPIRO:
(piqued)
Monsieur. Quel numero.
SAM:
(handing back menu)
I don't know which numero.
SPIRO:
(writing on pad)
Numero, trois.
EVERYONE is a bit embarrassed here. MOTHER gives SAM a
withering look. SPIRO stalks away.
MOTHER:
(trying to restart things)
(indicating bandages)
you've started your treatment.
MRS TERRAIN:
You noticed.
(enthusiastically)
I must tell you all about it.
SAM:
(to his mother)
Mother, will you listen to
At this moment the food arrives. SPIRO elaborately lifts
off the silver covers and with a flourish distributes the
plates of food. Each order looks identical - a big splodge
of brown lumpy stuff. The only differences between the
lumps are the Identifying photographs on sticks stuck in
each. The beautiful colour photos match the photos which
were on the menus.
SPIRO:
(showing off that he
remembers who's ordered
what)
Numero huit, braised veal in wine
sauce.
(he sets it in front of
Sam's Mother)
MRS TERRAIN:
It's too exciting. I've left Dr Jaffe
and gone to Dr. Chapman.
SPIRO:
Numero deux, duck a l'orange.
(he sets it in front of Mrs
Terrain)
MOTHER:
The acid man?
MRS TERRAIN:
Really, Ida, just because his
techniques are revolutionary ... I
don't go around calling Dr Jaffe the
knife man.
SPIRO:
Numero une, crevettes à la
mayonaaise.
(he sets it in front of
Shirley)
MOTHER:
I'm sorry Alma, I didn't mean to
sound so ...
MRS TERRAIN:
That's all right Ida ... it's just
that he's such an artist. To him,
cutting is so crude ... so primitive.
SPIRO:
Numero trois, steak.
(He sets this in front of
Sam)
Monsieur, Mesdames, Bon appetit.
ALL BUT SAM:
Merci.
MRS TERRAIN:
Acid on the other hand, can be used
for such wonderfully subtle shading,
such delicate nuances - just like a
Rembrant etching ... and it's so much
quicker. Why, if it weren't for a
teensy-weensy complication - the
doctor said it could have happened to
anyone - I would have had these
bandages off yesterday.
SHIRLEY:
(to Sam, after attracting
her mother's attention and
receiving a nod)
Salt?
They are just about to dip into their respective splodges
when there is a terrific explosion - a huge hole is
blasted out of the wall to the kitchen. Chaos erupts
around the carnage as WAITERS try putting out the flames
with extinguishers. PEOPLE, bloody and dying, are moaning.
The DINERS not actually affected by the blast look up for
a moment and then, with a few raised eyebrows, go back to
their meals.
IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE EXPLOSION.
MOTHER:
What were we saying?
SAM:
(picking bomb debris out of
his brown lump)
This isn't rare!
MOTHER:
By the way, I saw a wonderful idea
chemists. Gift tokens. Medical gift
tokens.
MRS TERRAIN:
Oh, that sounds marvellous.
MOTHER:
Yes, they're good at any doctor's and
at many of the major hospitals - and
they're accepted for gynecological
complications including Caesarian
section.
SAM, in the act of taking in another forkful of his
unappetising meal, drops his form in disgust
SAM:
Look - please - I'm sorry - but
honestly, mother, this is -
MOTHER.
I quite agree! - It's impossible!
MOTHER raises her arm to gain the attention of the MAITRE
D who is frantically trying to deal with the emergency.
The activity in the background has increased throughout
the conversation. The fire-brigade has arrived with sirens
blaring. Ministry TROOPS have charged in and are arresting
WAITERS. Stretchers have been bought in for the injured
and these are being rushed past our little GROUP's table.
The MAITRE D comes to the table, his DJ now blood-
spattered.
MAITRE D:
I am sorry, Madam ... I don't know
what to say ... this very rarely
happens to us - I'll do what I can
straight away
He hurries away.
MRS TERRAIN:
Really, Sam - when are you going to
do something about these terrorists?
SAM:
What? Now? It's my lunch hour.
MOTHER:
Actually, Alma, that's one of the
little things I was dying to tell you
... Sam's been promoted to
Information Retrieval.
SAM:
(angry and surprised)
Mother!
MRS TERRAIN:
Oh that's wonderful! Congratulations
Sam...
SHIRLEY:
You can show those f***ing murderous
bastards a thing or two.
MRS TERRAIN:
(shocked and embarrassed)
Shirley!
SAM:
Stop this!
(leaping to his feet)
I'm not being promoted. I'm not going
to Information Retrieval!
(he scrumples promotion
notification which he has
on the floor)
If I want you to stick your oar in,
mother, I'll tell you where to stick
it!
EVERYBODY is shocked. He recovers his composure slightly.
Embarrassed, he bends, and picks up the ball of paper
which he starts smoothing back into Its flat state.
SHIRLEY:
(back to her uncertain
form)
Pepper...?
SAM:
Look - I've got to get back -
As SAM goes, MAITRE D reappears with a group of WAITERS -
those remaining unarrested - whom he has organised to gut
up a folding screen around the table. This cuts of the
sight if not the noise of the VICTIMS of the explosion.
MOTHER:
Sam ... you haven't had dessert.
SAM:
I'm sorry. I don' t want dessert. I
don't want promotion. I don't want
anything.
MOTHER:
Don't be childish, Samuel. Of course
you want something. You must have
hopes, wishes, dreams.
Their voices have been rising towards a shout in order to
rise above the volume of the growing chaos around them.
SAM:
(shouts loud)
SAM as his dream-self rises INTO SHOT, his wings straining
as he tows the floating cage imprisoning the GIRL. They
are rising up and away from the monolithic stone
skyscrapers that stretch away below them.
SAM:
I'm taking you to a safe place. A
place where they will never be able
to get at us ... ever.
An eyeball is scanning the sky. PULLING BACK we see it is
but one of thousands, tightly packed side by side forming
a landscape that extends as far as we can see. As SAM and
the GIRL in her cage come into view it becomes apparent
just how big these eyeballs are - they are gigantic -
about 10 feet in diameter. All of them follow SAM as he
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