Men in Black Page #23

Jay notices the monitor with the Middle-aged Woman on it. He

looks at Kay's expression, then back at the monitor.

JAY:

Pretty lady...

Kay clicks off the picture of her. Jay drags a chair and

sits down.

JAY:

You were the guy with the flowers in

the photo, the night the aliens

arrived. What, you were on your way

to a dance or something and you got

lost? And she never got those flowers,

did she?

Kay doesn't answer, just stares at the screen. Elizabeth

looks up, as if she knows she's being watched, but she's

just looking at the sky, wondering how many stars'll be out

tonight.

JAY:

Grumpy Guy's story comes into focus.

She ever get married?

KAY:

No.

It's more than Kay can bear. He reaches out and flicks a

switch. The monitor goes blank, except for a data screen:

SUBJECT LOST:

Kay sits back in the chair and eats a potato chip morosely.

Jay looks at him: "Is this me in thirty years?" A moment

goes by. Finally:

JAY:

Well, it's better to have loved and

lost than never to have --

KAY:

Try it.

ZED (O.S.)

Kay.

Jay and Kay cross back toward the LAD (Landed Alien Display),

where each of the thousand or so Aliens who live on earth

are represented by a flickering LIGHT.

Some lights are starting to go out.

KAY:

(quietly, with dread)

They're leaving.

ZED:

We've had twelve jumps in the last

hour. Redgick was just the beginning.

JAY:

What do they know that we don't know?

Kay looks to his partner, then to the screen. Another light

flickers out.

KAY:

Why do rats desert the ship?

(to the twins)

Go to Lem Sat IV. Put up a forty-

field view of Manhattan.

ON THE SCREEN New York City is just a bright spot of light

on the Eastern coast of the United States.

KAY:

Four hundred.

Now there's a view of the earth from space. Nothing unusual.

KAY:

Four thousand.

Now we're looking at earth from far, far away -- and from

here we can see something that doesn't belong in this picture:

A BATTLE CRUISER far off to one side of the earth. The words

"LEVEL FOUR" flash in red letters on one side of the map.

KAY:

That's an Arquillian battle cruiser.

JAY:

And we've got a dead Arquillian

prince.

A COMMUNICATION STARTS COMING OVER THE SPEAKERS -- a sound

like a cat and mouse caught in a blender.

KAY:

Message coming in.

The communication continues.

KAY:

Speak of the devil.

The communication continues.

JAY:

They sound pissed.

ZED:

(to the twins)

Translate that and step on it!

(to Kay)

Meanwhile get down to Rosenberg's

store and see what you can turn up.

Kay and Jay walk away.

ZED:

And Kay -- take a lot of fire power.

IN THE EQUIPMENT LOCKER Kay pulls out the ENORMOUS, MANY-

BARRELED HAND GUN. A small, clear, canister sprouts from

underneath it, malicious swirling gases visible through its

walls.

JAY:

I like that.

KAY:

Series four de-atomizer.

Kay pulls out another weapon, the TINIEST GUN WE'VE EVER

SEEN.

KAY:

Here. We call this the "Noisy

Cricket."

JAY:

You get a series four de-atomizer

and I get a "Noisy Cricket?!"

(looks at the gun)

I'm afraid I'm going to break it.

Jay follows Kay out, glancing back to see the huge gun turrets

on the Arquillian Battle Cruiser HUM and WHIR as they swing

around into position, pointed down at the unwitting planet

below.

CUT TO:

INT. GEM AND JEWELRY STORE - DAY

SMASH! The window in the front door of Rosenberg's jewelry

shop collapses in a shower of glass. EDGAR reaches in and

fumbles with the locks, undoing them one by one. He gets

them all and steps inside. Out the window behind him, we can

see his Orkin van, double parked in the street in front.

All the gems and jewels are under glass counters. Edgar starts

SMASHING the glass, grabbing great handfuls of jewels and

tossing them aside.

Outside, a New York City tow truck pulls up to the front of

the Orkin van and starts to hitch up.

Edgar, in his rage, starts to smash anything breakable, even

the framed pictures on the walls. He stops at one particular

picture, staring intently at it. It's a glamour shot of

Rosenberg's cat, provocatively posed on a satin pillow. There

are a half dozen more pictures of the cat, some posed with

Rosenberg, some by itself. This animal was important to

Rosenberg.

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