Thor: Ragnarok Page #12

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40 INT. THE ARENA - RECEIVING AREA 40

Thor, Korg, and a gaggle of other prisoners/fighters have

been led from their cells to a PRE-FIGHT HOLDING AREA.

Korg and Thor are by the weapons rack.

KORG:

Yuck! There's Still someone's hair

and blood all over this. Guys, can

you clean up the weapons once you

finish your fight? Disgusting

slobs.

(then:
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Thor...wanna use a big wooden fork?

THOR:

No.

KORG:

Yeah, not really useful unless

you're fighting off three vampires

that were huddled together.

THOR:

I really wish I had my hammer.

KORG:

Hammer?

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THOR:

Quite unique. It was made from

this special metal from the heart

of a dying star. And when I spun

it really, really fast it gave me

the ability to fly.

KORG:

You rode a hammer?

THOR:

No, I didn't ride the hammer.

KORG:

The hammer rode you on your back?

THOR:

No. I used to spin it really fast,

and it would pull me off the...

KORG:

Oh my God. The hammer pulled you

off?

THOR:

The ground. It would pull me off

the ground, up into the air, and I

would fly. Every time I threw it,

it would always come back to me.

KORG:

Sounds like you had a pretty

special and intimate relationship

wiht this hammer and that losing it

was almost comparable to losing a

loved one.

THOR:

That's a nice way of putting it.

Thor spots S142 dealing at the bar. He's once again eyeing

the fob device clipped to her belt. Scowls.

SCRAPPER #142

I said they're mine.

THOR:

See her, the one that put me in

here.

KORG:

Yeah, Scrapper 142. She's strong.

And she drinks a lot.

(MORE)

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KORG (CONT'D)

Gotta watch out for those

Asgardians, man. They are hard to

perish.

THOR:

Asgardian?

Thor breaks away from the line and runs to S142.

THOR (CONT'D)

Hey! Hey!

S142 holds up the fob.

THOR (CONT'D)

Do not zap me with that thing. I

just wanna talk. Asgard is in

danger.

Thor then notices a series of PATTERNED SCARS, or BRANDS, on

her forearms. It's a moment of recognition and disbelief.

THOR (CONT'D)

My God, you're a Valkyrie. I used

to wanna be a Valkyrie when I was

younger...until I found out that

you were all women. There's

nothing wrong with women, of

course. I love women. Sometimes a

little too much. Not in a creepy

way, just more of a respectful

appreciation. I think it's great

that there is an elite force of

women warriors. It's about time.

SCRAPPER #142

Are you done?

WARDEN (O.S.)

Lord of Thunder, you're up.

THOR:

Please, help me. I need your help.

SCRAPPER #142

Bye.

THOR:

Fine, then you must be a traitor or

a coward because the Valkyrie are

sworn to protect the throne.

S142 finally turns her attention to Thor, intense.

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SCRAPPER #142

Listen closely, your majesty. This

is Sakaar, not Asgard. And I'm a

scrapper, not a Valkyrie.

Guards swarm Thor, dragging him back

WARDEN (O.S.)

Bring him in for processing!

VALKYRIE:

And no one escapes this place. So

you're gonna die anyway.

Despite her denial, Thor has clearly hit a nerve. And from

now on we will refer to Scrapper #142 as VALKYRIE.

Valkyrie takes her booze and walks away. Thor is dragged

away, passing Korg and the other prisoners.

40A INT. PROCESSING ROOM - DAY 40A

Thor is strapped to a chair. Reveal a weird alien BARBER

(Stan Lee cameo) holding up some rusty shears.

STAN LEE:

Now, don't you move. My hands

ain't as steady as they used to be.

THOR:

By Odin's beard, you shall not cut

my hair... lest you feel the wrath

of the might Thor.

Barber activates a menacing CUTTING TOOL. Thor freaks out.

THOR (CONT'D)

Please. Please, kind sir, do not

cut my hair! No!

40B INT. THE ARENA - NIGHT 40B

Hundreds of thousands of spectators packed into the stadium

seats. Dozens of starships are parked above the arena.

Find THE GRANDMASTER'S LUXURY SUITE, a VIP box attached to

the fighting area. The Golden Ladies are in attendance.

Loki lounges in the suite, taking wagers on the fight card.

Grandmaster walks out into the center of the arena. Suddenly-

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-THE GRANDMASTER GROWS TO 60-FEET TALL! This enlarged

projection of Grandmaster addresses the audience.

GRANDMASTER:

Wow! Look at all of you. What a

show, WHAT-A-NIGHT! Who's having

fun? Please, I'm your host. Big

round of applause for all of our

undercard competitors... who died

so gruesomely. Good sports. What a

show! What a night! This is what

you've come for and so have I.

(applause)

And now, without further ado...

it's main event time!!

(INSANE APPLAUSE)

Making his first appearance, though

he looks quite promising, got a

couple of tricks up his sleeve.

I'll say no more, see what you

think. Ladies and gentlemen...

(LAUGHTER from the crowd)

I give to you...Lord of Thunder!

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