Iron Man 3 Page #7

(WHISPERING)

Come on in. Close the door.

(CAMERAMAN

EXCLAIMS BREATH LESSLY)

Oh, wow.

Can I just say, sir...

Yep.

I am your biggest fan.

Okay. First, is this your van?

Is anyone else gonna come in?

No, no, no. Just us.

Great. What's your name?

-680'-

-680'-

- Oh, wow.

- Right there is fine.

- Okay.

-(CHUCKLES) Okay?

I get a lot of this, it's okay.

- Oh, good. Can I just say?

- What do you want? Yeah.

I don't know if you can tell,

but I have, like, patterned

my whole look after you.

- My hair's a little...

-it's fine.

It's not right,

'cause there's no product in it.

Right.

I don't want to make things awkward

for you, but I do have to show you...

Boom!

- A Hispanic Scott Baio.

-(GARY CHUCKLES)

- I'm sorry. Is that me?

- Yeah. It's... I mean...

I had them do it off a doll that I made,

so it's not like it's off a picture.

- So it's a little bit...

- Gary. Listen to me, okay?

I don't want to clip your wings, here.

We're both a little over-excited.

I got an issue.

I'm chasing bad guys.

I'm trying to grab a little something

from some hard-crypt data files.

I don't have enough juice.

I need you to jump on the roof...

Right?

Recalibrate the lSDNs.

Pump it up by about 40%.

- Got it.

- All right? It's a mission.

Yeah.

Tony needs Gary.

And Gary needs Tony.

- Be quiet about it. Go.

- Yeah.

(KNOCKING)

(TYPING)

KILLIAN:
What would you regard

as the defining moment of your life?

Well, uh, I think that would be the day

I decided not to let my injury beat me.

(TYPING)

KILLIAN:
Will you please state

your name for the camera?

Ellen Brandt.

Okay. So, the injections

are administered periodically.

Addiction will not be tolerated.

And those who cannot regulate

will be out from the programme.

(TYPING)

Once misfits, cripples...

You are the next iteration

of human evolution.

Everybody, before we start...

I promise you, looking back at your life,

there will be nothing as bitter

as the memory of that glorious risk

you prudently elected to forego.

Today is your glory-

Let's begin.

(GROANING)

(BRANDT SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING)

We gotta get out of here!

We gotta get out of here!

Get her out!

Get them out of here!

(GROWLING)

(ROARING)

A bomb is not a bomb

when it's a misfire.

The stuff doesn't always work.

Right, pal?

It's faulty,

but you found a buyer, didn't you?

Sold it to the Mandarin.

Got you, pal.

MAYA:
What happened?

MAYA:
Fun fact.

Before he built rockets for the Nazis,

the idealistic Wernher von Braun

dreamed of space travel.

He stargazed.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Do you know what he said when

the first V-2 hit London?

"The rocket performed perfectly.

"It just landed on the wrong planet."

See, we all begin wide-eyed.

Pure science.

And then the ego steps in,

the obsession.

And you look up,

you're a long way from shore.

You can't be too hard on yourself,

Maya.

I mean, you gave your research

to a think tank.

Yeah, but Killian built that think tank

on military contracts.

That's exactly what we used to do.

So, don't judge yourself.

Thank you, Pepper.

I really appreciate that.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(DOOR OPENS)

- Hi, good evening. Come on in.

- WAITER:
Good evening.

-(GASPS)

"(GRUNTS)

Maya, run!

(WHIMPERS)

Hi, Pepper.

So, you want to tell me why you

were at Stark's mansion last night?

I'm trying to fix this thing.

I didn't know you and the master

were gonna blow the place up.

Oh, I see. So, you were trying

to save Stark when he threatened us?

I've told you, Killian, we can use him.

(GROANS)

Pepper. Pepper. Pepper.

Look, if we want to launch product

next year, I need Stark.

He just lacked a decent incentive.

Now, he has one.

MAN:
(ON RADIO)

This is support team Blue-Zero.

Sending coordinates for a suspected

Mandarin broadcast point of origin.

COPY-

-(REPULSOR FIRING)

-(PEOPLE SHRIEKING)

Nobody move.

(WOMEN EXCLAIMING IN FEAR)

Oh. Support Blue-Zero,

unless the Mandarin's next attack

on the U.S.

involves cheaply-made sportswear,

I think you messed up again.

Yes, you're free, uh,

if you weren't before.

It's... Of course.

Yes, ma'am.

Iron Patriot on the job.

Happy to help.

No need to thank me, ma'am.

It's my pleasure. (GRUNTING)

(GASPING)

Savin?

I've acquired the Patriot armour.

RHODEY:
If you want this suit,

you're going to have to

pry my cold dead body out of it.

That's the plan, Colonel.

TONY:
Harley, tell me what's happening.

Give me a full report.

Yeah, I'm still eating that candy.

Do you want me to keep eating it?

- How much have you had?

- Two or three bowls.

- Can you still see straight?

- Sort of.

That means you're fine.

Give me Jarvis.

Jarvis, how are we?

JARVIS:
It's totally fine, sir.

I seem to do quite well for a stretch,

and then at the end of the sentence

I say the wrong cranberry.

And, sir, you were right.

Once I factored in

available AIM downlink facilities

I was able to pinpoint

the Mandarin's broadcast signal.

What are we talking?

Far East, Europe, North Africa,

Iran, Pakistan, Syria?

Where is it?

Actually, sir, it's in Miami.

Okay, kid, I'm gonna have

to walk you through

rebooting Jarvis's speech drive,

but not right now.

Harley, where is he really?

Just look on the screen

and tell me where it is.

Um, it does say Miami, Florida.

Okay, first things first, I need

the armour. Where are we at with it?

Uh, it's not charging.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

JARVIS:
Actually, sir, it is charging,

but the power source is questionable.

It may not succeed

in revitalising the Mark 42.

What's questionable about electricity?

All right?

It's my suit, and I can't... I'm not gonna...

I don't wanna... (BREATHING HEAVILY)

Oh, God, not again.

- HARLEY:
Tony?

-(GASPING)

Are you having another attack?

I didn't even mention New York.

Right, and then you just said it by name

while denying having said it.

Okay, um, uh...

(PANTING)

God, what am I gonna do?

Just breathe.

Really, just breathe.

You're a mechanic, right?

Right.

You said so.

Yes, I did.

Why don't you just build something?

Okay.

Thanks, kid.

(POWERING UP)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

-(SCREAMS)

-(DEVICE POWERS UP)

-(CRACKLING)

-(GROANING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

Why is it so hot in here?

I told you to put it at 68.

(SCOFFS) My fault again.

Let me tell you something, sweetheart.

I am not your personal air con...

(GROANS)

CRACKLING)

(mums)

(MIMICS GUNSHOT)

(CHUCKLES)

(BOTH GASP)

(TONY SHUSHING)

(TOILET FLUSHING)

I wouldn't go in there for 20 minutes.

(LAUGHS)

Now, which one of you is Vanessa?

- That's me.

- Ah!

Nessie.

Did you know that fortune cookies

aren't even Chinese?

There's some guy over here.

They're made by Americans,

based on a Japanese recipe.

Hey!

Bloody hell. Bloody hell.

Don't move.

I'm not moving.

You want something? Take it.

Although the guns are all fake

because those wankers

wouldn't trust me with the real ones.

- What?

- Hey, do you fancy either of the birds?

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