The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Page #34
ARTHUR:
You can't have my brain. I'm using it.
FRANKY MOUSE:
Barely.
BENJY MOUSE:
We can replace it if you think it's
important. An electronic brain maybe.
FRANKY MOUSE:
A simple one should suffice. Who would
know the difference?
ARTHUR:
I would!
FRANKY MOUSE:
No, you wouldn't. We could program you not
to.
Arthur tries to get up. Clamps spring up from the chair
and wrap around his arms. A dome flips over from the
back and slams down on his head. Arthur struggles.
ARTHUR:
Ford! Zaphod! TRILLIAN!!
(CONTINUED)
1 98.
03a CONTINUED:
(5) 103aThey're gorging on the food, half-lidded, out of it.
ARTHUR (CONT'D)
What are they-- what's in the food?!
The platter the mice are standing on rises up, moves toward
Arthur, ominous surgical instruments spring from it.
BENJY MOUSE:
Don't worry. You won't feel a thing.
The mice on the platter move ominously toward Arthur.
Arthur, still attached to the chair, backs away.
Scythes and rotating arms with circular saw blades shoot
out -- ominous surgical equipment to remove his brain.
ARTHUR:
Wait a minute, JUST WAIT A SODDING
MINUTE!!
The scythes and arms stop spinning. Arthur stumbles
backwards and sits down in the chair. The others stop
eating and listen.
ARTHUR (CONT'D)
You want the question that goes with the
answer "42" How about "What's six times
seven?" Or "How many Vogons does it take
to screw in a lightbulb?" Or here's one,
"How many roads must a man walk down?"
BENJY MOUSE:
Hey, that's not bad.
Through the opposite window (in much the same way
bulldozers arrived in the opening) we see more Vogons
arriving.
ARTHUR:
Fine. Take it. There's plenty more where
that came from because my head is filled,
with questions, and I can assure you mate,
no answer to any of them has ever brought
me one iota of happiness. Confusion? Yes.
Indecision? Loads. But happiness...?
He shakes his head.
BENJY MOUSE:
We don't want to be happy. We want to be
rich.
FRANKY MOUSE:
Take his brain.
(CONTINUED)
1 99.
03a CONTINUED:
(6) 103aBenjy steers the platter toward Arthur. He jerks his
arms up. They break free of the shackles and hit the
platter. The mice fly through the air and land on the
table -- right beside the POV gun. They scramble to
their feet.
BENJY MOUSE:
Shoot him!!
They try to lift the POV gun but it's way too heavy.
Arthur, his butt still strapped in the chair, leaps over
to the table and grabs the first thing he sees -- a leg
of mutton. He raises it high. Benjy and Franky look up.
FRANKY MOUSE:
Oh, sh*t.
Arthur brings the mutton down, squashing them flat.
The others instantly snap out of their food induced haze,
Zaphod suddenly clutches his gut.
ZAPHOD:
Ohhhh, I think I'm gonna be sick.
Arthur looks up and now he sees the Vogons marching down
the hill toward the house. He leans over the table,
bumping his teacup. IT SHATTERS TO THE GROUND.
105 ON THE HILL JUST BEYOND -- 105
An ARMY OF VOGON POLICE march over it. Amongst them...
MARVIN -- marches as well, a gun held to his head.
MARVIN:
(to the Vogon)
I must warn you, I'm feeling very
depressed.
KWALTZ:
Mr. President! We are here for your
protection!
Zaphod appears at the front door and waves Presidentially.
ZAPHOD:
Thank you!
106 The Police open fire. Zaphod and the others flee as the 106
barrage of fire continues. Trillian drops the POV gun,
goes back for it. Arthur stops her and pulls her behind
the truck. Marvin catches a bullet in the back of his
head - sparks fly and he is thrown forwards! Is he dead?
FORD looks at MARVIN lying face down in the dirt - his
head emitting smoke.
(CONTINUED)
1 100.
06 CONTINUED:
106FORD:
Okay -- that thing I said about not saving
my life because we're even? Scratch that.
Save at will.
TRILLIAN:
We need that gun.
ZAPHOD:
(campaign sound-byte)
We need tighter gun control!
FORD:
We need his other head.
(an idea)
Okay -- I'll create a distraction.
He holds up his towel.
ARTHUR:
(sarcastic)
Brilliant plan. I'm certain it will work.
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