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Men in Black Page #11
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1997
- 98 min
- 1,476 Views
KAY:
Why else would we hold it in Queens?
(another hallway)
Now left. More nonhumans arrive every
year. They live among us, in secret.
EDWARDS:
I see. Not to change the subject,
but when was your last cat-scan?
KAY:
Every six months; it's company policy.
EDWARDS:
Well, thanks for the very amusing
morning, but I'm hopin' you'll show
me where I came in? 'Cause this is
where I go out.
They have stopped next to an unmarked door. Kay throws it
open and steps inside.
KAY:
Yeah, sure, hang on, I wanna grab a
coffee while we're right here.
As Kay walks into the kitchenette, Edwards' jaw drops, his
eyes widen, and he stares in wonderment --
-- at THREE WORM-LIKE ALIENS standing around a water cooler.
Tall, impossibly thin, most certainly not from New York, the
aliens hold an animated conversation in a language that seems
like a combination of Esperanto and microphone feedback.
KAY:
(to the aliens)
Don't tell me we've only got that
powdered sh*t for cream again?
One of the Worm Aliens answers him in their native tongue
and points to the counter.
KAY:
Oh.
He finds the cream sitting out on the counter where the alien
indicated, dumps some in his coffee, and comes back outside,
closing the door behind him. He reaches up and gently pushes
Edwards' jaw up, closing his mouth.
KAY:
For future reference, this is a better
look for you.
CUT TO:
EDWARDS, thrown for a major loop, sits like a zombie alongside
KAY on a bench in Battery Park. Kay drinks his coffee while
they talk.
KAY:
Any given time, around fifteen hundred
landed aliens are on the planet, the
majority right here in Manhattan.
Most aliens are decent enough, just
trying to make a living.
EDWARDS:
Cab drivers?
KAY:
Not as many as you'd think. Humans,
for the most part, don't have a clue.
Don't want one, either. They're happy.
They think they've got a pretty good
bead on things.
EDWARDS:
Why the big secret? People are smart,
they can handle it.
KAY:
A person is smart. People are dumb.
Everything they've ever "known" has
been proven to be wrong. A thousand
years ago everybody knew as a fact,
that the earth was the center of the
universe. Five hundred years ago,
they knew it was flat. Fifteen minutes
ago, you knew we humans were alone
on it. Imagine what you'll know
tomorrow.
EDWARDS:
So what's the catch?
KAY:
What you'll gain in perspective,
you'll lose in ways you're too young
to comprehend. You give up everything.
Sever every human contact. No one
will know you exist. Ever.
EDWARDS:
Nobody?
KAY:
You're not even allowed a favorite
shirt. There. That's the speech I
never heard. That's the choice I
never got.
EDWARDS:
Hold up. You track me down, put me
through those stupid-ass tests, now
you're trying to talk me out of it.
I don't get it.
KAY:
You got 'til sun-up.
EDWARDS:
Is it worth it?
KAY:
You find out, you let me know.
DISSOLVE TO:
Almost nighttime now, and the park is empty. EDWARDS is still
on the bench. And still thinking. Above him, the stars are
coming out.
Slowly, he looks up, into the vastness of the heavens.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. GARAGE - DAY
The next morning. A door opens on a garage and an ORKIN MAN
steps inside, carrying a tank of toxic gas. The morning light
spills on an abundance of spiders, crawling everywhere --
big ones, small ones, hundreds of them have moved in and
taken over this dusty place.
The Orkin Man sighs and sets down his tank.
ORKIN MAN:
Well, well, well. Movin' right in,
are we? Think we own the place?
He unfurls a hose from the side of the tank.
ORKIN MAN:
Got a little eviction notice for
you, boys.
He raises a mask to his face and unscrews the handle on the
top of the tank. LETHAL GAS starts to HISS from the end of
the hose.
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