Mad Max 2 Page #3

A set of footprints leads from the gyrocopter, up a dune

and disappears into the distance.

Slowly MAX approaches the vehicle, skirting around it,

looking for a trap. Nothing moves except for the

flurries of sand whirling across the dunes.

15. THE GYROCOPTER. DAY.

Carefully, MAX reaches up and taps the gas tank: empty.

As be straightens up, he hears a low hiss.

MAX freezes. Only inches away a snake, coiled around

the vertical shaft of the gyro, is poised to strike...

They stare at each other.

The snake strikes... MAX springs.. hand flashing ...

catching it by the neck.

He holds up the snake, grinning, about to kill it.

The head and shaft of an arrow emerge from the sand

behind him. It is followed by the frame of a crossbow

and a man's face, spitting sand, a length of rubber hose

clenched in his teeth. This is the GYRO CAPTAIN.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

Don't hurt that snake!

MAX turns. The CAPTAIN emerges from his shallow grave,

motioning with the crossbow.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

Put him back... gently!

MAX lays the snake on the rotor.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

Sounded like a big V-8 to me. I

guess I got myself some guzzolene.

He raises his bow, aiming at Max's head, preparing to

fire.

MAX:

The car's booby-trapped. Touch

those tanks and BOOM! You'll blow

yourself apart.

The CAPTAIN looks quickly in the direction of the

black-on-black, and back to MAX. He gestures with the

crossbow.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

Drop the weapons... Now back up.

MAX throws down the tyre iron and unhitches a bolster

which contains a sawn-off shotgun. The CAPTAIN slings

the gunbelt over his shoulder.

16. THE DESERT ROAD - MAX'S CAR.DAY.

MAX walks backwards towards his car. The CAPTAIN tense,

crossbow trained on MAX, follows him across the dune.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

You're quick, I'll give you that.

Never seen a man beat a snake.

Never. Reflexes, that's what you've

got. Me? I've got brains.

He taps his head as they arrive at the black-on-black.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

Now, where's this booby-trap?

MAX reaches under the car. His hand groping for a

machete clipped to the chassis. His fingers wrap around

the handle.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

A fella - a quick fella - might keep

a weapon under there.

He nuzzles the bow against the back of MAX'S head.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

Then I'd have to pin his head to the

panel.

MAX slides his hand away, disconnects a series of

mechanical fuses and shows them to the CAPTAIN. He

moves to open the driver's door. The CAPTAIN reacts

quickly, raising his bow, motioning MAX back.

MAX:

There's one more.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

Oh no! You don't play me the fool.

The CAPTAIN, keeping the crossbow trained on MAX'S head,

opens the door.

The DOG flies out, leaping for the CAPTAIN'S throat.

The crossbow discharges, narrowly missing MAX as he

hurls himself at the CAPTAIN. The steel arrow buries

itself in the car door.

MAX pins the CAPTAIN to the ground and recovers his

shotgun.

MAX c*cks the gun next to the CAPTAIN'S head.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

Gas! Petrol! Guzzolene! Listen!

Hundreds... thousands of gallons...

as much as you want ...

MAX eases off the trigger.

MAX:

Where?

GYRO CAPTAIN:

Not far. Ten... maybe twenty

miles. Pumping it they are.

Refining it. Kachunk... kachunk...

kachunk... Day and night. A huge

tanker full.

MAX:

Balls!

GYRO CAPTAIN:

It's there, you betcha... I'll tell

you straight though - it's not self

service. It's under guard. Too

hard for me. But a man with your

ingenuity ... Jesus I reckon...

MAX rams the barrel against the CAPTAIN'S head.

MAX:

Where?

GYRO CAPTAIN:

Kill me, and you'll never find out.

MAX drags him to his feet and pushes him towards the

black-on-black.

17. INT. MAX'S CAR.DAY.

MAX is driving the black-on-black while the CAPTAIN sits

rigid in the passenger's seat. The muzzle of the

shotgun is strapped to the back of his bead and the

stock fastened to the top of the seat.

A length of wire runs from the trigger across to the DOG

sitting in the rear of the car. The end of the wire is

clasped firmly in its mouth.

The CAPTAIN, not daring to take his eyes off the DOG

directs MAX along back roads to an area of high country.

The DOG'S eyes dart out the window. He whimpers, body

twitching.

The CAPTAIN stares in horror at a rabbit bounding

through the scrub.

MAX smiles to himself.

The DOG settles back..

18. A CLIFFTOP OVERLOOKING THE COMPOUND. DAY.

MAX moves towards the cliff edge. A column of smoke

rises into the sky, accompanied by a garble of distant

sounds:
police sirens; car horns; men screaming;

war-whoops; and revving motors.

The GYRO CAPTAIN - manacled and guarded by the DOG -

hobbles along behind MAX.

From the top of the cliff MAX looks down on a battle

raging on the plain below.

A fortified encampment, surrounded by a wide ditch and

coils of barbed wire, is under attack by a large gang of

MARAUDERS:
MOHAWK BIKERS and SMEGA CRAZIES in dune

buggies, and GAYBOY BERSERKERS in road racers.

They attack along a road which passes through an area

outside the fortifications - which is under cultivation.

Three wooden work huts, a small barn and a corral

containing several cows and a horse are dotted around a

newly-ploughed field.

As the Marauders' vehicles come within range of the

compound, they stream around the perimeter, firing

crossbows at the DEFENDERS ranged along the battlements.

GYRO CAPTAIN:

Well... I never said it'd be easy.

MAX unhooks an old pair of binoculars from the equipment

belt around his waist.

19.THE COMPOUND. POV BINOCULARS. DAY.

Through the binoculars MAX sees a weird dune buggy

charging towards the camp. He recognizes the two

bizarre occupants as members of the gang he encountered

sacking the farmlet the day before.

The dune buggy races along a causeway which spans the

ditch, heading for a yellow school bus which blocks the

gate of the camp. The PASSENGER in the buggy fires a

string of arrows from a multi-barrel gas-gun.

A WARRIOR WOMAN on the battlement, armed with a flame-

thrower, hits the buggy with a stream of liquid fire.

The blazing vehicle plunges into the ditch. It tumbles

into another wreck which met a similar fate - its tyres

still smouldering.

MAX pans his binoculars to the interior of the compound.

He sees a large mechanical pump drawing the oil from the

ground and a primitive fractionating column used to

refine it.

A DEFENDER firing from the refinery tower is struck by

an arrow. He falls over the guard rail, where a dead

companion hangs over the edge, suspended by his foot.

The sound of an amplified voice draws MAX'S attention.

He swings the binoculars around.

20. THE HILLSIDE ACROSS FROM THE COMPOUND.

A huge, muscular man - his face covered by a metal mask

- sits in a bizarre six-wheeled vehicle. He uses a

microphone to shout orders to the MARAUDERS, directing

the course of the battle. This man is the HUMUNGUS.

Beside him, is the Mohawk Biker called WEZ. He sits

astride his bike, the GOLDEN YOUTH clinging to his

waist. He speaks with HUMUNGUS, pointing, sweeping his

hand.

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