Mad Max 2 Page #10

MECHANIC:

We got a hole through the radiator -

into the timing case. Gonna take at

least 24 hours.

PAPPAGALLO:

You've got twelve.

The crowd disperses.

The QUIET MAN is carried to the bread van/medical

centre; the bodies are removed; camp members load

vehicles; men are working on the tanker.

WARRIOR WOMAN climbs onto the battlement.

98. THE BATTLEMENTS. DAY.

The MARAUDERS have regrouped on the rise.

MAX is watching them, the flame thrower in his hands, as

the WARRIOR WOMAN approaches him:

WARRIOR WOMAN:

I want you to know... that was a

very brave thing you did...

He doesn't reply - just hands her the flame thrower and

descends the ladder.

99. INSIDE THE COMPOUND. DAY.

BIG REBECCA has just pulled the arrow out of

PAPPAGALLO'S legs. MAX moves into view.

PAPPAGALLO watches him walk towards the black-on -black

- it's nose poking out of the pyramid workshop.

As MAX passes the gyrocopter we see the GYRO CAPTAIN in

conversation with the CURMUDGEON.

CURMUDGEON:

... and tell me, son, this machine

of yours - it takes two ... does

it?

The GYRO CAPTAIN glances over the CURMUDGEON'S shoulder

at LUSTY, who is admiring the gyrocopter.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

er... possibly.

The FERAL KID steps forward, holding his hand out

stiffly to MAX.

MAX hesitates, then shakes it briefly. The KID laughs -

he finds this hand shaking business hilarious.

As MAX moves on to the pyramid workshop, the FERAL KID

follows in his footsteps, mimicing his squeaking

stiff-legged gait.

100. INT. PYRAMID WORKSHOP. LATE AFTERNOON.

Through the maze of pipes in the peak of the pyramid, we

have a high angle down on MAX working on the

black-on-black below.

The FERAL KID comes into view in the foreground,

climbing along the pipes.

The KID is softly humming a tune - approximating the

first few notes of "Happy Birthday".

On the workshop floor a small siphon pump is transfering

fuel from a 44 gallon drum into the black-on- black's

fuel tanks.

MAX is re-arming the booby traps - connecting a string

of wires and fuses to the gas tank caps. His utility

belt and jacket are off and he has laid his personal

effects on a nearby work bench.

In the background, through the arched doorway, we see

the MECHANIC and his TEAM working on the truck with arc

welders, lights and so on.

MAX looks up:

The CURMUDGEON is leading PAPPAGALLO into the workshop.

CURMUDGEON:

See! I told ya. I said he was

leaving.

High up in the pyramid the FERAL KID starts to swing

down the pipes - towards the bench where MAX has laid

his jacket and utility belt. On the floor, PAPPAGALLO

confronts MAX:

PAPPAGALLO:

I don't have time for thanks. You

know what you did out there and what

it means to us. Come with us, MAX.

Drive the tanker.

MAX continues to work - muffling the four exhausts by

plugging them with rags.

MAX:

We had a contract. I did my job, I

got my car and I got my gas. End of

story.

PAPPAGALLO:

It doesn't have to be - we'll make a

new contract. I can offer you a

chance to rebuild your life. I can

offer you a future.

The CURMUDGEON breaks in, excited.

CURMUDGEON:

You gotta come. Look!

He produces a grubby souvenir postcard pack which bears

the heading:

GREETINGS FROM THE

SUNSHINE COAST:

The FERAL KID's arm sneaks across the work bench

reaching out for the hurdy-gurdy.

MAX'S hand snaps out and clamps around the KID'S wrist.

The FERAL KID drops the hurdy-gurdy. As MAX releases

his grip the KID retreats into the shadows.

The CURMUDGEON unravels the postcard pictures in front

of MAX'S face.

CURMUDGEON:

This is where we're going. Two

thousand miles away. Bloody

paradise. Fresh water... plenty of

sunshine... nothing to do but

breed...

MAX starts to go back to his work.

PAPPAGALLO takes him by the shoulder.

PAPPAGALLO:

What are you looking for out there?

How long do you expect to survive,

scavenging day to day? You're no

different from them...

He points in the direction of the Marauders ...

PAPPAGALLO:

... vultures, maggots. Don't you

see? There is a better way!

MAX flares at him, angry:

MAX:

Yeah. I tried it once! Now forget

it, 'cos I never get involved. I'm

leaving. I leave tonight.

PAPPAGALLO Is about to reply when a scream echoes

through the camp.

They all turn to look: the men working on the prime

mover are running towards the battlement.

101. INSIDE THE COMPOUND. THE CATWALK. DUSK.

PAPPAGALO climbs onto part of the refinery's catwalk

which is close to the workshop area.

SEVERAL OTHER CAMP MEMBERS, including the GYRO CAPTAIN,

and LUSTY, are already there, looking across no man's

land.

The MARAUDERS are raising two tall poles.. TWO OF THE

CAMP MEMBERS captured that morning are nailed to the

poles screaming.

PAPPAGALLO turns to MAX, who is still down at the

black-on-black.

PAPPAGALLO:

You see! That's the alternative!

Men feeding on men.

MAX goes back to work.

The GYRO CAPTAIN slips his arm around LUSTY'S shoulder.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

I know you're afraid darlin'... But

I'll let you into a secret,

sweetheart. I'm afraid too.

He squeezes her tight. She caresses his hand.

DISSOLVE.

102. NO MAN'S LAND. NIGHT.

Silhouetted against a large fire, near the two poles, a

group of TWELVE MARAUDERS of various breeds beat out a

tattoo on the panels of their cars. The HUMUNGUS

watches as two more victims are raised on poles. The

beat becomes more frenzied.

FADE TO BLACK.

Pouring with sweat, MAX tears up the first of a series

of metal plates which form the floor of the workshop

area.

He drags it.across the compound, passing the MECHANICIS

TEAM working in a shower of sparks on the prime mover.

The MECHANIC looks up:

MECHANIC:

Co on! Go! Just another mercenary!

He spits.

MAX ignores him, dragging the plate past Pappagallo's

tent. It is crowded with CAMP PEOPLE, laying their

plans for escape.

They fall silent, turning to watch MAX.

104. COMPOUND WALL. BRIDGE OF CARS. NIGHT.

The black-on-black waits next to the fence, near the

place where the Mohawkers attempted to build the "bridge

of cars" across the ditch.

MAX has cut a hole in the barbed wire and is maneuvering

the metal plate on top of the first car - starting to

build a ramp from the compound, over the top of the cars

and onto the far side of the ditch.

DISSOLVE.

105. INSIDE THE COMPOUND. LATER THAT NIGHT.

The HUMUNGUS has stepped up his theatrics of terror.

His voice booms across the night - reciting dark poetic

descriptions of death and hell.

The CAMP PEOPLE, gathered in Pappagallo's tent, watch as

the GYRO CAPTAIN walks towards the spot where MAX is

working. PAPPAGALLO sits at his desk, turning an egg

timer, the sand trickling from one end to the other.

106. COMPOUND WALL. BRIDGE OF CARS. NIGHT.

MAX, who is locking the last metal plate into position,

looks up at the GYRO CAPTAIN.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

I just want you to know that I don't

agree with them.

He indicates the people in Pappagallo's tent.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

I don't think you're a coward. A

bit stupid maybe - but not a coward.

Where else you gonna find what we've

got here? Food... fuel ... clean

women.

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