Iron Man 3 Page #4

-(PEOPLE SCREAM)

(INHALING)

(GROANS)

-(PEOPLE CLAMOURING)

-(GROANS)

TAGGART:
Savin!

Help!

(GROWLING) Help me!

(CHOKING)

(HORNS HONKING)

(CRASHING)

(PEOPLE CLAMOURING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(G ROANS WEAKLY)

(GASPS)

(SIZZLING)

(CLAMOURING CONTINUES)

(WOMAN SOBBING)

THE MANDARIN:
True story

about fortune cookies.

They look Chinese.

They sound Chinese.

But they're actually

an American invention.

Which is why they're hollow,

full of lies

and leave a bad taste in the mouth.

My disciples just destroyed

another cheap American knockoff.

The Chinese Theatre.

Mr President,

I know this must be getting frustrating.

But this season of terror

is drawing to a close.

And don't worry,

-the big one is coming.

-(CHEERING)

Your graduation.

- Oh-!

(CHUCKLES)

Do you mind leaving that on?

Sure.

Sunday nights. PBS. Downton Abbey.

That's his show. He thinks it's elegant.

One more thing. Make sure

everyone wears their badges.

He's a stickler for that sort of thing.

Plus, my guys

won't let anyone in without them.

We're awaiting the arrival

of Tony Stark.

We're hoping he'll give us

the reaction...

His reaction

to the latest attack.

-(REPORTERS CLAMOURING)

- Mr Stark, hi there.

Our sources are telling us that all signs

are pointing to another Mandarin attack.

Anything else you can tell us?

MALE REPORTER:
Hey, Mr Stark.

When is somebody gonna kill this guy?

I'm just saying.

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

Is that what you want?

Here's a little holiday greeting

I've been wanting to send

to the Mandarin.

I just didn't know

how to phrase it until now.

My name is Tony Stark

and I'm not afraid of you.

I know you're a coward.

So I've decided

that you just died, pal.

I'm gonna come get the body.

There's no politics here.

It's just good old-fashioned revenge.

There's no Pentagon,

it's just you and me.

And on the off chance you're a man,

here's my home address.

10880 Malibu Point.

I'll leave the door unlocked.

That's what you wanted, right?

(REPORTERS GASP)

- Bill me.

-(REPORTERS CLAMOURING)

JARVIS:
I've compiled

a Mandarin database for you, sir,

drawn from

S.H.l.E.L.D., FBI and CIA intercepts.

Initiating virtual crime scene

reconstruction.

Okay. What have we got here?

The name is an ancient Chinese war

mantle meaning "adviser to the king."

South American insurgency tactics.

Talks like a Baptist preacher.

There's lots of pageantry going on here.

Lots of theatre. Close.

The heat from the blast was in excess

of 3,000 degrees Celsius.

Any subjects within 12.5 yards

were vaporised instantly.

No bomb parts found in a three-mile

radius of the Chinese Theatre?

No, sir.

Talk to me, Happy.

When is a bomb not a bomb?

Any military victims?

Not according to public record, sir.

Bring up the thermogenic

signatures again.

Factor in 3,000 degrees.

The Oracle cloud

has completed analysis.

Accessing satellites

and plotting the last 12 months

of thermogenic occurrences now.

Take away everywhere

that there's been a Mandarin attack.

(SYSTEMS BUZZING)

Nope.

That. Are you sure

that's not one of his?

It predates any known Mandarin attack.

The incident was the use of a bomb

to assist a suicide.

Bring her around.

The heat signature

is remarkably similar.

3,000 degree Celsius.

That's two military guys.

Ever been to Tennessee, Jarvis?

Creating a flight plan for Tennessee.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Are we still at ding-dong?

- We're supposed to be on total...

-(BANGING ON TABLE)

...security lockdown.

Come on, I threatened a terrorist.

Who is that?

There's only so much I can do, sir,

when you give the world's press

your home address.

(DOOR BUZZES)

(UNLOCKS)

(SCANNER HUMS)

Right there is fine.

You're not the Mandarin.

Are you? Are you?

You don't remember.

(CHUCKLES)

Why am I not surprised?

Don't take it personally. I don't

remember what I had for breakfast.

JARVIS:
Gluten-free waffles, sir.

That's right.

Okay, look, I need to be alone with you,

someplace not here.

It's urgent.

Normally, I'd go for that sort of thing,

but now I'm in a committed relationship.

It's...

- With her.

- PEPPER:
Tony?

- Is somebody there?

- Yeah,

-it's Maya Hansen.

- Ah...

Old botanist pal

that I used to know, barely.

Please don't tell me

there's a 12-year-old kid

waiting in the car that I've never met.

He's 13.

No, I need your help.

But, what for? Why now?

Because I read the papers and frankly,

I don't think you'll last the week.

I'll be fine.

PEPPER:
I'm sorry,

with Happy in the hospital,

I didn't know we were expecting guests.

- We weren't.

- And old girlfriends.

- She's not, really.

- No, not really. I...

-it was just one night.

- TONY:
Yep.

That's how you did it, isn't it?

- It was a great night.

- PEPPER:
Yep. Well, you know.

- You saved yourself a world of pain.

- What?

- MAYA:
I'm sure.

- Trust me. We're going out of town.

Okay. We've been through this.

- Nope.

- Yep!

- The man says no.

- Immediately and indefinitely.

- TONY:
Honey...

- Great idea. Let's go.

I'm sorry, that's a terrible idea.

Please don't touch her bags.

This is how normal people behave.

TONY:
I can't protect you out there.

Is... Is that normal?

- Sadly, that is very normal.

- Yes, this is normal!

It's a big bunny. Relax about it!

Calm down.

- I got this for you.

- I'm aware of that.

You still haven't even

told me you liked it.

I don't like it.

I asked you three...

You don't like it.

- We are leaving the house.

- MAYA:
Guys?

That's not even up for discussion.

- Can we, um...

- I said no. What?

Do we need to worry about that?

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

I got you.

I got you first.

Like I said, we can't stay here.

(GROANS)

Oh!

Move! I'm right behind you.

PEPPER:
Oh!

Get her. I'm gonna find a way around.

Stop stopping. Get her. Get outside.

Go!

(PEPPER STRAINING)

-(REPULSOR FIRES)

-(BOTH SCREAM)

(BOTH GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

Oh, my God. Tony!

(GROANING)

(STRAINING)

JARVIS:
Sir, Ms Potts

is clear of the structure.

(STRAINING)

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

(GASPS)

Jarvis, where's my flight power?

Working on it, sir. This is a prototype.

(ALARMS BEEPING)

(REPULSORS FIRING)

That's one.

Sir, the suit is not combat ready.

That's two.

Oh.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(STRAINING)

(WHIRRING WEAKLY)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTS)

(GROANS)

(SCREAMING) Tony!

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

Sir, take a deep breath.

(PANTS)

-(SPUTTERING)

-(REPULSORS FIRING)

Flight power restored.

JARVIS; (DISTANT) Sir?

-(ALARM BLARING)

- Sir!

All right, kill the alarm. I got it.

That's the emergency alert triggered by

the power dropping below 5%.

(SIGHS) on...

(ALARM INCREASES IN INTENSITY)

(GRUFFLY) om

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

(PANTING)

It's snowing, right?

Where are we, upstate?

We are five miles outside of

Rose Hill, Tennessee.

Why?

Jarvis. Not my idea.

What are we doing here?

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