Man on the Moon Page #15
ANDY:
People, this is a bar of soap. Does
it look familiar to you? If you wet
it, it'll clean your hands.
Stanley's eyes bulge.
The crowd is enraged -- rumblings of imminent violence.
Andy smiles helpfully.
ANDY (cont'd)
And now, for your next lesson: This
-- is toilet paper.
Andy holds up a ROLL OF TISSUE.
That's it. The crowd goes NUTS. Jerry Lawler races over
and snatches the mike, trying to maintain his dignity.
LAWLER:
Kaufman, we've had enough!! Let's
you and me do what we came here for
-- WRESTLING!
INT. MID-SOUTH COLISEUM - SECONDS LATER
And DING! That's the bell! Andy strikes a threatening
pose. Lawler takes a step forward -- and Andy instantly,
cowardly, runs for the ropes and jumps out of the ring.
BOOOOO!!! Andy grins at the crowd and points at his brain:
I'm smarter.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
And Kaufman's left the ring!
Lawler's waiting for him to return.
LYNNE:
(to Zmuda)
Is this a strategy?
Lawler disparagingly frowns. The REF checks his watch.
Andy crosses to the opposite end of the ring, gauging his
rival... then slowly climbs in --
Until the second Lawler moves. Then Andy leaps back out!
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
And Kaufman's left the ring again!
He doesn't seem interested in
actually making contact with his
opponent.
Andy struts around the floor, pointing to his brain. He
smirks at various spectators... until he finds himself face-
to-face with -- his parents.
An unexpected moment. Andy's finger frozen on his brain.
Janice shakes her head despairingly.
JANICE:
Andy, please. Let's go home!
Cameras FLASH. The paparazzi love these moments.
ANDY:
Don't worry, Mom. I'll make you
proud...!
Beat -- then Andy gets HIT in the head with a cup.
People HOOT. Disoriented, Andy returns to the ringside.
Lawler is losing his patience.
LAWLER:
Hey! Did you come down here to
wrestle, or to act like an ass?
Andy paces around, unsure of his next move.
LAWLER (cont'd)
Look... if you get in here, I'll
give you a free headlock.
Lawler leans down and offers his neck.
Andy peers skeptically. People JEER. Andy looks at waiting
Lawler... then tentatively climbs in.
As promised, Lawler doesn't move. So Andy crosses over and
grabs Lawler's head! Andy grins triumphantly. He squeezes
his arms tight, muscles flexing, riding high on this moment.
Until -- Lawler stands and flips him over. Andy SLAMS DOWN
on his back. CRUNCH!
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
It's a side suplex!!
Andy lies on the mat, unmoving. Lawler doesn't care. He
picks up Andy's prone body and grips it upside-down. Janice
covers her eyes. Stanley is worried.
REFEREE:
(frantically
gesturing)
NO! NO!
Lawler disregards the Ref and slams Andy's head in a pile-
driver!!
A horrible THUD.
DING! The BELL immediately RINGS.
JANICE opens her eyes and SCREAMS.
JANICE:
JESUS CHRIST!!!!!
STANLEY:
Why isn't he MOVING??
Andy's parents' reaction is a fiesta for photographers.
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Lawler has committed a PILEDRIVER,
which is an AUTOMATIC
DISQUALIFICATION! Match goes to
Kaufman by disqualification, after
two minutes, twelve seconds!
Andy is splayed unconscious.
Raging Lawler promenades around the ring, arms over his
head. The crowd SHOUTS CRAZILY, rooting him on.
Lynne runs to the ropes, SCREAMING for help.
LYNNE:
ANDY!!!
(frantic)
Somebody get a DOCTOR!
ZMUDA:
(yelling)
WE NEED A STRETCHER!!
Stanley, totally numbed, holds Janice. They're on the verge
of collapsing. Tons of commotion. Cameras FLASH
BLINDINGLY. A stretcher is lifted into the ring. Andy is
loaded on. MUSIC fights the deafening NOISE.
BEDLAM. Andy is carried through the crowd, followed by his
entourage. A soft object HITS Stanley on the head.
INT. MID-SOUTH COLISEUM, CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Andy is being carried by the Coliseum EMPLOYEES into the
dressing room. The entourage follows. Zmuda pushes out the
crowd of REPORTERS, PHOTOGRAPHERS, and ONLOOKERS. He slams
the door and locks it.
INT. MID-SOUTH COLISEUM, DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT
Janice runs to Andy's side. She's crying.
JANICE:
Andy!! Are you okay?!?
Andy opens his eyes.
ANDY:
I'm fine, Mom, you can calm down.
A confused beat.
STANLEY:
B-but... we saw... your neck...
ANDY:
Nah, it's phony baloney -- I faked
the whole thing.
(beat)
It didn't hurt at all. It was just
a yoga move. I tucked my head in.
Deadpan, Andy sits up.
Total silence. Stanley stares... then a FURY comes over
him.
STANLEY:
Andrew -- HOW DARE YOU!! For all we
knew, you were DYING! Look at your
mother -- she's still shaking!
Andy is splayed unconscious.
Raging Lawler promenades around the ring, arms over his
head. The crowd SHOUTS CRAZILY, rooting him on.
Lynne runs to the ropes, SCREAMING for help.
LYNNE:
ANDY!!!
(frantic)
Somebody get a DOCTOR!
ZMUDA:
(yelling)
WE NEED A STRETCHER!!
Stanley, totally numbed, holds Janice. They're on the verge
of collapsing. Tons of commotion. Cameras FLASH
BLINDINGLY. A stretcher is lifted into the ring. Andy is
loaded on. MUSIC fights the deafening NOISE.
BEDLAM. Andy is carried through the crowd, followed by his
entourage. A soft object HITS Stanley on the head.
INT. MID-SOUTH COLISEUM, CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Andy is being carried by the Coliseum EMPLOYEES into the
dressing room. The entourage follows. Zmuda pushes out the
crowd of REPORTERS, PHOTOGRAPHERS, and ONLOOKERS. He slams
the door and locks it.
INT. MID-SOUTH COLISEUM, DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT
Janice runs to Andy's side. She's crying.
JANICE:
Andy!! Are you okay?!?
Andy opens his eyes.
ANDY:
I'm fine, Mom, you can calm down.
A confused beat.
STANLEY:
B-but... we saw... your neck...
ANDY:
Nah, it's phony baloney -- I faked
the whole thing.
(beat)
It didn't hurt at all. It was just
a yoga move. I tucked my head in.
Deadpan, Andy sits up.
Total silence. Stanley stares... then a FURY comes over
him.
STANLEY:
Andrew -- HOW DARE YOU!! For all we
knew, you were DYING! Look at your
mother -- she's still shaking!
ANDY:
But that's it. I needed you to
believe! Our family will be in the
newspapers. People will look, and
they'll be touched. Because your
emotions were honest!
Stanley has a blank expression. But Janice starts to cry.
JANICE:
Andy, I love you! I love you,
whatever you do...!
She hugs Andy tightly.
Andy is genuinely shocked. He looks at his quivering
mother... and then his voice softens, truly remorseful.
ANDY:
Geez, I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't
have put you through all that...
(quiet)
Well, from now on, you'll always
know the rule of thumb: Anything
that happens to me... IS NOT REAL.
EXT. MID-SOUTH COLISEUM - NIGHT
A crowd of reporters parts. They make way for Andy, who is
carried out on the stretcher and loaded into a waiting
AMBULANCE. He is "unconscious."
Cameras CLICK and FLASH. The ambulance speeds away, siren
WAILING.
INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - DAY
Andy sits watching an OLD DOCTOR examining a number of x-
OLD DOCTOR:
I don't see any injury to your neck,
Mr. Kaufman.
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