Men in Black Page #16
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1997
- 98 min
- 1,486 Views
Redgick looks at Kay, clearly concealing something, but darts
his eyes away.
KAY:
What new arrivals? This have anything
to do with the crasher from last
night?
JAY:
(Screaming)
Can you guys do this later?!
But in that moment, Jay finally gets a foot up on the door
frame, acquires leverage, and RIPS the baby free. He falls,
flat on his back in the dirt, the multi-tentacled lizardlike
baby resting squarely on his chest.
JAY:
Oh -- oh -- oh -- man.
Kay turns and claps Redgick on the back.
KAY:
Congratulations! It's a lizard.
Jay looks down at the creature COOING and nestling on his
chest.
JAY:
(misty)
Hey, you know, it is sorta --
It vomits on him.
CUT TO:
EXT. HIGHWAY - SIDE OF THE ROAD - MIB LTD - DAY
Back in the car, JAY wipes the last of the puke off his suit
KAY:
Anything about that seem unusual to
you?
Jay just looks at him, very Jack Benny.
JAY:
Pick.
KAY:
What kind of "new arrival" would
scare Redgick so bad that he'd risk
a warp jump with a newborn?
(thinks)
Let's check the hot sheets.
EXT. NEWSSTAND - DAY
CLOSE ON on various supermarket tabloids as a hand flips
through them.
There are headlines like "POPE A FATHER!" and "TOP DOCTORS
BAFFLED -- BABY BORN PREGNANT!" and "MAN EATS OWN HOUSE!"
(the subhead on that one is "And That's Just the Appetizer,
Says Neighbor.")
KAY and JAY are at a downtown newsstand. Kay is furiously
searching through the tabs; Jay is standing behind him, a
little embarrassed.
JAY:
These are the hot sheets?
Kay pulls a copy of the Weekly World News from the stand and
gives the guy a buck.
KAY:
Best damn investigative reporting on
the planet. But hey, go ahead, read
the New York Times if you want. They
get lucky sometimes.
JAY:
You're actually looking for tips in
a supermarket tabloid?
KAY:
Not looking for. Found.
He SMACKS the paper down on the hood in front of Jay, the
pages turned open to a headline in typeface so large one
would think it reserved for the Second Coming:
FARM WIFE SAYS:
"ALIEN STOLE MY HUSBAND'S SKIN!"
CUT TO:
EXT. GEM AND JEWELRY STORE - ORKIN VAN - DAY
A flap of skin, now getting gray and crusty with age, hangs
off EDGAR's neck as he sits in the front of his Orkin van.
He sucks as hard as he possibly can on a straw stuck into a
Jolt Cola ("Double the Sugar! Triple the Caffeine!"), one of
a six-pack that sits on the dashboard.
Across the street, Edgar sees a short, older man come out of
one of the jewelry shops on Thirty-Fifth Street. Edgar drops
the soda and stares.
The Older Man (ROSENBERG), is carrying a cat and an ornate
rosewood jewelry box. Carefully, he sets the box down and
lovingly places the cat on top of it while he locks all five
locks on the door to his distinctive shop.
That finished, he picks up the cat, then the box, then waddles
off down the street, one under each arm.
Edgar drops the truck into gear and follows him, slowly,
ON THE STREET, Rosenberg walks happily along, HUMMING to
himself. He gives his cat a little peck. As he rounds a
corner, we recognize the tune he's humming -- "I've Got the
Whole World In My Hands."
The Orkin van rounds the corner behind him. Following.
CUT TO:
EXT. FARMHOUSE - DAY
The LTD pulls to a stop at the end of the driveway that leads
to Beatrice's farmhouse, where the alien ship landed. The
wrecked pickup truck is still there. JAY and KAY get out,
very undercover cop. Jay starts up the driveway.
KAY:
Not so fast. Walk up slow.
JAY:
Why?
KAY:
Part of the routine. Makes it look
like we're sizing up the situation.
Gives her time to get the wrong
impression.
BEATRICE appears in the door to the house, curious.
KAY:
Puts some fear into her. Makes things
go smoother.
Beatrice calls to them.
BEATRICE:
Can I help you gentlemen?
Beatrice looks much better than the last time we saw her --
more nicely dressed, a touch of makeup, a smile on her face.
Kay pulls a black card from his wallet and extends it to her
as she draws close. As she reaches for it, the card reforms
into an FBI badge.
KAY:
How do you do, ma'am, I'm Special
Agent Manheim, this is Agent Black,
FBI. Had a few questions about your
visitor.
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