Iron Man 3 Page #10

Well, two years ago,

the elephant in the room was this scow.

This is the Roxxon Norco.

And, of course, you'll remember

that when she spilled a million gallons

of crude off Pensacola,

thanks to you,

not one fat cat saw a day in court.

What do you want from me?

Uh, nothing, sir.

I just needed a reason to kill you

that would play well on TV.

You see, I've moved on.

I found myself

a new political patron,

and this time tomorrow,

he'll have your job.

String him up.

Hey!

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Come on.

You're not gonna freak out on me,

right?

TONY:
I hope not.

Oh, my God.

(SIGHS) He's strung up over the oil

tanker. They're gonna light him up, man.

Viking funeral.

Public execution.

Yeah, death by oil.

ANNOUNCER:
(ON PA)

Broadcast will commence shortly.

Take final positions.

Okay. That's good.

Now give me cameras A through E

and we'll do a full tech rehearsal.

(TECHNICIAN TYPING)

ls your gun UP?

Yep. What do I do?

Stay on my six, cover high

and don't shoot me in the back.

Six, high, back. All right.

(GUNFIRE)

(BULLETS RICOCHETING)

You see that? Nailed it.

Yeah, you really killed the glass.

You think I was aiming for the bulb?

You can't hit a bulb at this distance.

ANNOUNCER (ON PA):

All personnel, we have hostiles

-on east unit 12.

- MAN:
Over there!

- I repeat, hostiles on east unit 12.

- I'm out. Give me...

- You got extra magazines?

- They're not universal, Tony.

I know what I'm doing, I make this stuff.

Give me another one.

- One of yours.

- I don't have one that fits that gun.

You've got, like, five of them.

Here's what I'm going to do.

Save my spot, ready?

- What'd you see?

- Too fast. Nothing.

Here we go. (CLEARS THROAT)

(MEN GRUNTING)

Three guys, one girl, all armed.

God, I would kill

for some armour right now.

- You're right. We need backup.

- Yeah, a bunch.

You know what?

-(WHOOSHING)

- RHODEY:
Is that...

Yep.

- Are those...

- Yeah.

Merry Christmas, buddy.

TONY:
Jarvis, target

EXTREMIS heat signatures.

Disable with extreme prejudice.

JARVIS:
(THROUGH ARMOURS)

Yes, sir.

What are you waiting for?

It's Christmas.

Take them to church.

(SCREAMING)

JARVIS:
Gentlemen.

-(GRUNTING)

-(SCREAMING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

TONY:
Incoming!

Jarvis, get Igor to steady this thing.

(MECHANISMS WHIRRING)

This is how you've been managing

your down time, huh?

Everybody needs a hobby.

Heartbreaker, help Red Snapper out,

will you?

(GASPS)

TONY:
Nice timing.

Oh, yeah. That's awesome.

Give me a suit, okay?

Oh, I'm sorry,

they're only coded to me.

What does that mean?

I got you covered.

JARVIS:
Good evening, Colonel.

Can I give you a lift?

Very funny.

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(BOTH SCREAM)

JARVIS:
Sir, I've located Ms Potts.

About time.

(GASPS) Stop!

Put it down. Put it down. Put it down.

See what happens when you hang out

with my ex-girlfriends?

You're such a jerk.

Yep. We'll talk about it over dinner.

-(METAL CREAKING)

-(SOBBING)

Come on. A little more, baby.

(PEPPER STRAINING)

-(TONY GRUNTING)

- Oh!

(GROANS)

Is this guy bothering you?

Don't get up.

Ooh.

Is it hot in there?

(SIZZLING)

Stuck? Do you feel a little stuck?

Like a little turtle,

cooking in his little turtle suit.

Oh, Tony.

-(GRUNTS)

- She's watching.

I think you should close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

You don't want to see this.

(GROANING)

- Yeah, you take a minute.

-(GROANS)

-(SIZZLING)

-(METAL CREAKING)

(YELLING)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(PEPPER WHIMPERING)

Jarvis, give me a suit right now!

(GRUNTS)

Oh, come on!

Mr President!

Just hold on, all right? I'm coming.

Just hold on. Hold on.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(GROWLING)

Okay.

(GRUNTS)

Bye-bye.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

Brace yourself.

(YELLING)

You look damn good, Mr President,

but I'm gonna need that suit back.

(GASPING)

(PANTING)

(YELLS)

(GRUNTS)

RHODEY:
The President

is secure, Tony

- I'm clearing the area.

- Nice work.

- Ready, sir?

- What do you mean "ready"?

(SCREAMS)

(PEPPER WHIMPERING)

TONY:
Pep, I got you.

Relax, I got you.

-(SCREAMS)

- Just look at me!

(PEPPER GROANS)

Honey, I can't reach any

further and you can't stay there.

All right?

You've got to let go.

You've got to let go!

I'll catch you, I promise.

"(YELLS)

- No!

(SCREAMING)

A shame. I would've caught her.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

Eject.

(GRUNTING)

-(POWERING UP)

(CRACKUNG)

(GROANS)

Well, here we are on the roof.

JARVIS:
Mark 42, inbound.

I'll be damned.

The prodigal son returns.

Whatever.

You really didn't deserve her, Tony.

It's a pity.

I was so close to having her perfect.

Okay, okay, wait, wait, wait!

Slow down! Slow down!

You're right. I don't deserve her.

Here's where you're wrong.

She was already perfect.

-(STRAINING)

-(MECHANICAL CLANKING)

Jarvis,

do me a favour and blow Mark 42.

No...

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(SCOFFS)

(METAL CREAKING)

(GROANING)

No more false faces.

You said you wanted the Mandarin.

You're looking right at him.

It was always me, Tony.

Right from the start.

I am the Mandarin!

(BREATHING HARD)

I got nothing.

(GRUNTING)

Jarvis, subject at my 12 o'clock

is not a target, disengage!

(REPULSOR POWERING UP)

(GROWLS)

What?

Oh, what, are you mad at me?

(GRUNTING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Whoo!

(PANTING)

TONY:
Honey?

Oh, my God.

That was really violent.

You just scared the devil out of me.

I thought you were...

I was dead.

Why? Because I fell 200 feet?

Who's the hot mess now?

It's still debatable.

Probably tipping your way a little bit.

Why don't you dress

like this at home? Hmm?

Sport bra. The whole deal.

You know, I think I understand

why you don't want to give up the suits.

What am I going to complain

about now?

Well, it's me.

You'll think of something.

- No, don't touch me.

- Don't worry about it.

- No, I'm gonna burn you.

- No, you're not.

Not hot.

Am I gonna be okay?

No.

You're in a relationship with me.

Everything will never be okay.

But I think I can figure this out, yeah.

I almost had this 20 years ago

when I was drunk.

I think I can get you better.

That's what I do. I fix stuff.

And all your distractions?

Uh... I'm going to shave them down

a little bit.

Jarvis. Hey.

JARVIS:
All wrapped up here, sir.

Will there be anything else?

You know what to do.

The Clean Slate Protocol, sir?

Screw it, it's Christmas.

Yes, yes.

(KISSES)

Okay, so far?

Do you like it?

(SIGHS)

It'll do.

TONY:
And so,

as Christmas morning began,

my journey had reached its end.

You start with something pure,

something exciting.

Then, come the mistakes.

The compromises.

- We create our own demons.

-(REPORTERS CALLING)

- Oh!

-(ALL CLAMOURING)

Great to see you! Oh, bloody hell!

TONY:
As promised, I got Pepper

sorted out. It took some tinkering.

But then I thought to myself,

"Why stop there?"

Of course, there are people who

say progress is dangerous,

but I'll bet none of those idiots ever

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