Man on the Moon Page #11
Andy excitedly jumps up and down.
ANDY:
Uh-huh! See, with all these
articles, people think they're
insiders. They see Tony Clifton,
and they say, "Ah, that's really
Andy Kaufman." But that spoils it.
So NOW, Tony denying being me is the
truth! Tony's not me! But maybe he
is! The audience will never know...
(giddy)
They'll think they're laughin' at me
-- but actually I'll be laughin' at
them, because they're wrong and I'm
right!
George is dazed.
GEORGE:
So you've got this big elaborate
joke, which is really only funny to
two people in the universe.
(dry)
You... and you.
ZMUDA:
Sure! But WE think it's kickass!
Now I get to be Tony. I get to dump
the glass of water on someone else's
head!
GEORGE:
(he turns serious)
But what's the POINT? How will any
of this make you the biggest star in
the world?
Hmm. Andy contemplates this.
ANDY:
George... I'm at a stage where the
audience expects me to constantly
shock them. But short of faking my
death, or setting the theater on
fire, I don't know what else to do.
(thoughtful)
'Cause I've always got to be one
step ahead of them.
GEORGE:
But I feel you're extending this
philosophy to real life. It's
obsessive. Nothing's ever on the
level anymore.
A perplexed beat.
ANDY:
George, it never was.
(pause)
Didn't you know that?
CUT TO:
INT. ANDY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Arnold Schwarzenegger, in his glory days as a body-builder,
on the cover of a magazine. Magazines are everywhere. Body-
building. Women's. Wrestling.
ANDY is sifting through them. Zmuda watches, worried.
ANDY:
Look at this! An evil Russian!
Ooo, here's an evil Nazi -- he likes
to fight dirty! Hey, here's an evil
Japanese guy!
ZMUDA:
What is this, World War Two...?
ANDY:
You know, I always wanted to be a
bad-guy wrestler...
ZMUDA:
No offense, pal, but I just don't
think you're built for it. These he-
men'll kick your ass!! They're
huge!
Andy's face drops. He realizes Zmuda's right.
Beat -- then Andy notices an issue of Sumo Magazine, with a
picture of a wrestler and his cute little fiancée on the
cover. He slowly lifts it up, intrigued.
ANDY:
Maybe I'll pick on someone smaller
than me...!
CLOSE UP on Andy and Merv Griffin. Andy wears a goofy
wrestling outfit that resembles thermal underwear. He is
shouting like a wrestler.
ANDY:
... And I vow to continue wrestling
until I am BEA TEN, in a three-
minute match, with my shoulders
pinned to the mat!!
MERV:
(nonplussed)
By a woman.
ANDY:
Yes! BY A WOMAN!
(emphatic)
I'm doing this because I feel that a
woman cannot beat a man in
wrestling. Even if they train with
weights... it requires a certain
mental ability --
(a clumsy pause)
And, uh -- I just don't feel they
have that...
The audience MURMURS uncomfortably. Andy laughs and
backpedals.
ANDY (cont'd)
No no! Women are superior in many
ways. When it comes to cooking and
cleaning, washing the potatoes,
scrubbing the carrots, raising the
babies, mopping the floors, they
have it all over men. I believe
that!
An appalled silence.
Merv winces. Some people start BOOING. We can tell Andy is
pleased.
ANDY (cont'd)
But when it comes to wrestling,
forget it! If there's a woman that
can prove me wrong, come up here.
I'll shut my mouth and pay her 500
dollars.
Merv baitingly turns to the crowd.
MERV:
Any... volunteers...?
WIDE:
All the WOMEN'S hands angrily shoot up!
We move through the crowd, finally picking out... a feisty
woman, LYNNE. She mutters, half hateful, half laughing --
LYNNE:
I wanna kill that jerk.
CUT TO:
INT. MERV GRIFFIN SHOW - MINUTES LATER
Andy and Lynne stand in the ring. She scornfully watches
him preen about. Zmuda is in a referee's uniform.
ZMUDA (AS REFEREE)
Will you please shake hands, go to
your corners, and come out
wrestling.
Lynne extends her hand. Andy fakes a shake -- then snidely
refuses and struts away. The crowd HISSES.
DING! It's the bell. The match begins. Lynne barrels at
him, craving a victory, but terribly unprepared for this
experience. Andy immediately grabs her by the legs and
flips her over.
WHUMP! She's down. Andy has trained for this.
Zmuda gets on his knees, watching, trying to look official.
Lynne struggles and slithers away.
She grabs Andy's arm and forces him down. People CHEER.
His torso hits the mat. LOUDER CHEERS. But suddenly he
rolls over and pulls her hair! Her head snaps back. The
crowd is INCENSED. Zmuda hurries over and pantomimes a
stern warning.
Andy nods, and they separate. They do a little dance around
the ring, Lynne looking for a hole. Suddenly, Andy spins
her into a Half-Nelson. Her arms are pinned. They
struggle, then he throws her down on her stomach. One!
Two! Three!
And DING! It's OVER. Andy jumps up and sneers at the
crowd.
ANDY:
I'm the winner! I've got the
BRAINS!
(he points at his
head)
Now baby, don't fight nature! Get
back in the kitchen where you
belong!!!
Lynne glares.
Out of the blue, and old RECORDING OF BOUNCY PIANO MUSIC
starts playing. A chicken CLUCKS to the music, and Andy lip-
syncs along, doing an obnoxious cock o' the walk around the
ring.
INT. MERV GRIFFIN SHOW, BACKSTAGE - LATER THAT DAY
Lynne is escorted by a GUEST COORDINATOR. Lynne is dazed.
The Coordinator hands her a bunch of crap.
GUEST COORDINATOR
Here's your complimentary photo with
Merv. Here's your Turtle Wax --
LYNNE:
I don't need Turtle Wax.
GUEST COORDINATOR
Every guest of Merv gets it. And
here's your dinner-for-two voucher
at Red Lobster.
Lynne takes her junk and hobbles off. She passes Andy, who
sees her and grins.
ANDY:
Gosh, you scored! Look at all those
goodies!
LYNNE:
Buzz off. Go patronize somebody
else.
Lynne coldly hurries away. Andy chases after her.
ANDY:
Hey, I hope you didn't take that
stuff I said seriously. It was just
part of the show!
(eager to impress)
It's like the old days, when a
carnival barker would try to rile up
the crowd.
LYNNE:
Oh. So you were just pretending to
be an a**hole.
Andy nods, pleased.
ANDY:
It's what I'm good at!
Lynne stares -- then begrudgingly cracks a smile.
CUT TO:
INT. GOLD'S GYM - DAY
Jumbo-sized BEEFY MEN work out, sweating and groaning. In a
corner, Andy lifts huge barbells. George stares, pained.
GEORGE:
Merv Griffin has received 2000
pieces of hate mail. Andy, Merv
Griffin doesn't GET hate mail.
ANDY:
That means it was a success. I woke
up the audience -- like punk rock!
(he hands him a
BARBELL)
Here, take this.
GEORGE:
No, I'm not gonna take it. If I
take it I'll break my back.
He crosses his arms. Andy frowns and lowers the weight.
GEORGE (cont'd)
Buddyboy, they detest you! Next
time you make an appearance, women
are gonna picket.
ANDY:
They're having a laugh...
GEORGE:
WRONG! You haven't given them any
clues that it's a parody!
ANDY:
That's because they've only seen it
once. But I'll do it again, and
again, and AGAIN...
(a maniacal grin)
They'll catch on!
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