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Men in Black Page #7
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1997
- 98 min
- 1,476 Views
Kay pulls the neuralyzer from his pocket. He hesitates for
the briefest of moments -- as if this particular neuralyzation
is different than all the others.
Then he puts on his sunglasses.
KAY:
Ever see one of these?
CUT TO:
INT. CHINESE RESTAURANT - NIGHT
-- the flash dims on EDWARDS and KAY, sitting at a table in
a Chinese restaurant.
KAY:
(finishing a joke)
-- and the wife says yeah, Harry, I
know, but this one's eating my
popcorn!
He busts out laughing. Edwards, across from him, is completely
disoriented. He looks down. There's a half-eaten order of
broccoli beef and several empty bottles of beer on the table
in front of him.
EDWARDS:
Huh?
Kay checks his watch.
KAY:
Whoops. Gotta run. Thanks for the
egg rolls.
EDWARDS:
Where am I?
KAY:
See what I mean about tequila? You're
a bright young man, James. Just lay
off the sauce. I'll see you tomorrow,
nine a.m. sharp.
He turns and walks out. Edwards checks his watch. A WAITRESS
appears.
WAITRESS:
Another beer?
EDWARDS:
Coffee. Please.
She walks off. Edwards looks at the table. There is a business
card lying next to his plate, on which Kay has handwritten
"James D. Edwards, Saturday, 9 a.m., 504 Battery Drive."
Edwards looks at it, puzzled. He turns the card over and
looks at the other side. There's not much there, no name, no
phone or fax number, no e-mail address. Just three little
letters, dead in the middle of the card:
MIB:
CUT TO:
EXT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT
A lonely farmhouse stands amid the fields of upstate New
York farm country. Several lights are on and through a window
we can see the silhouette of a MAN sitting at the kitchen
table, the silhouette of a WOMAN hovering over him, bringing
things to him.
The Man (EDGAR) waves his arms, ranting.
EDGAR (O.S.)
I go out, I work my butt off to make
a living, all I want is to come home
to a nice clean house with a nice
fat steak on the table, but instead
I get this -- this -- I don't even
know what you call this!
In the sky above, it's one of those brilliant star fields.
But something strange is happening with one of those stars --
it's getting bigger.
EDGAR (O.S.)
I'll tell you what it looks like, it
looks like poison. Don't you take
that away, I'm eating that, damn it!
It is poison, isn't it?!
No, that star isn't getting bigger, it's moving. Toward us.
Fast. It goes from a pinpoint to a dime, to a nickel, to a
quarter, and works its way into fruit metaphors.
EDGAR (O.S.)
I swear to God, I would not be
surprised if it was, the way you
skulk around here like a dog been
hit too much -- or ain't been hit
enough, I can't make up my mind.
Okay, we're way past watermelon now, that thing is huge, and
it's starting to glow hot red as it enters the earth's
atmosphere, headed straight toward us, coming here, to
Beatrice and Edgar's place.
The blazing fireball barrels through the sky, SNAPS off a
couple trees --
EDGAR (O.S.)
You're useless, Beatrice! The only
thing that pulls its weight around
here is my goddamn truck!
-- and SLAMS right through a pickup truck parked in the
driveway. A concussive BLAST follows, then a geyser of smoke
and flame erupts.
EDGAR (O.S.)
Stay here!
The silhouette of Edgar leaps to its feet, races to the door,
and throws it open. Edgar is everything his voice led us to
expect -- a nasty, bug-eyed redneck carrying a twelve-gauge
shotgun. His mouth agape, he walks across the yard and stares
at the hulking shell that was his truck.
The skeleton of the truck is still there, but there's a huge,
smoldering hole in it, a hole that goes at least ten feet
down into the ground.
EDGAR:
Figures.
He walks to the truck and touches the door handle. Hot. Using
his shirt tail, he opens the door and peers down into the
hole.
IN THE HOLE, he sees a smooth curve of metal and a few
blinking lights.
Embedded into the ground is, indeed, a spaceship, maybe eight
feet across.
BEATRICE calls from behind him, standing in the doorway
fearfully.
BEATRICE:
What is it, Edgar?!
EDGAR:
(turns to her)
Get your big butt back in that house!
Beatrice does as she's told, closing the door behind her.
Edgar turns back to the smoldering rock, raising his shotgun
in defense. AN OTHERWORLDLY VOICE comes from deep in the
hole.
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