Top Gun: Maverick

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[Jet engines starting]

[Indistinct radio chatter]

[“Danger zone” playing]

♪ Revvin’ up your engine listen to her howlin’ roar ♪

♪ metal under tension beggin’ you to touch and go ♪

♪ highway to the danger zone ♪

♪ ride into the danger zone ♪

♪ headin’ into twilight ♪

♪ spreadin’ out her wings tonight ♪

♪ she got you jumpin’ off the deck ♪

♪ shovin’ into overdrive ♪

♪ highway to the danger zone ♪

♪ I’ll take you right into the danger zone ♪

[Engine roaring]

[Reporter on radio] Today, we’re looking at some of the hottest weather…

[Chattering continues on radio]

[Ratchet clicking]

[Grunts]

[Blows]

[Motorcycle engine starts]

Hey.

What is it?

What?

We’ve been ordered to stand down.

They’re scrapping the program.

They say we fell short.

The contract threshold is mach 10.

Mach 10 is supposed to be in two months.

Today’s test point is mach 9.

Well, that’s not good enough.

Says who?

Admiral Cain.

[Hondo] The drone ranger.

He wants our budget for his unmanned program.

He’s on his way to kill the test and shut us down personally.

[Chuckles]

Well, he isn’t here yet.

They want mach 10, let’s give ’em mach 10.

[Monitor beeping]

[Inhales]

Now remember, the contract threshold is mach 10.

Not 10.1. Not 10.2. Mach 10.

That should keep the program alive.

I don’t like that look, Mav.

It’s the only one I got.

[Maverick] Control, this is dark star. How do you read?

Dark star, control. Loud and clear. How me?

Loud and clear. Takeoff precheck’s complete. Ready for apu start.

[Instruments chime]

[Hondo] Ready left engine start.

Ready right engine start.

Thumbs for taxi.

We are ready for taxi.

Tower, this is dark star. We are taxiing with information Alpha.

[Traffic controller] Dark star, you are clear to taxi.

Runway 21. Winds 210, 10.

Fuel temps are looking good.

[Hondo] Control concurs.

[Maverick] Battery’s holding at 95%. Cabin pressure looks good.

[Hondo] Control concurs. Tower, this is dark star. We’re ready for takeoff.

Requesting an unrestricted climb to 600 and above.

[Traffic controller] Dark star, the runway and skies are yours.

[Guard] Rear admiral Chester Cain.

[Hondo] Maverick, Cain just pulled up to the gate.

It’s not too late to stop, buddy.

You know what happens to you if you go through with this.

I know what happens to everyone else if I don’t.

Dark star is ready for takeoff.

Everyone, go for takeoff, starting with engine.

Engine, go. Thermals, go.

Fuel, go. Electric, go.

Control surfaces, go.

[Hondo] Dark star, control. You’re cleared for takeoff.

All right, sweetheart, one last ride.

[Engines power up]

[Hondo] Dark star, you are cleared above 600. Increase to mach 3.5.

Cleared above 600. Increase to mach 3.5.

[Door slams]

Admiral.

Uh, just in time, sir. I’m early. So are you.

You care to explain?

Transitioning to scramjet.

[Engines roaring]

[Hondo] Uh, Mav, admiral Cain is asking…

Ordering. Ordering that we bring her down.

[Maverick imitates audio distortion] Op… oop… Alpha…

three, oh…

as sing… ach… Ive… 4, and…

within six…

This is where we’ve had trouble with comms, sir.

It’s the earth’s curvature. It’s called “earth bulge.”

Did anyone offer you a coffee?

Okay.

[Beeping]

He’s at mach 7, pushing 8.

Flight data? Receiving. Data is good.

Temperature’s climbing. Response is still stable. We’re feeling good.

[Beeping]

[Operator] Mach 8.8.

8.9.

Mach 9.

He’s the fastest man alive.

Talk to me, goose.

Mach 9.1.

9.2.

[Jet accelerating]

Mach 9.3.

9.4.

Approaching high hypersonic.

[Beeps]

Windshield hot caution.

[Alarm blaring] Surface temp rising.

Come on, sweetheart, just a little more.

Just a little. [Beeps]

Come on!

[Shouts] Come on!

[Beeps] [Gasps]

Mach 10! [All cheering]

Put that in your Pentagon budget!

Sir.

[Whispers] Oh, don’t do it. Don’t do it.

Just…

A little push.

[Beeps]

Holy sh*t.

[Alarm blaring]

[Breathes heavily]

[Cain] You got some balls, stick jockey.

I’ll give you that.

[Instruments beeping]

[Alarm blaring]

Oh, sh*t.

Maverick.

Maverick!

[Explosion]

[Horn honking]

[Bell jingling]

[Country music playing over speakers]

[Jingling continues]

[Jingling continues]

[Maverick gulping water]

[Whispers] Thank you.

Where am I?

Earth.

[Cain] Maverick.

Thirty-plus years of service.

Combat medals.

Citations.

Only man to shoot down three enemy planes in the last 40 years.

“Distinguished.”

“Distinguished.” “distinguished.”

[Clock ticking]

Yet you can’t get a promotion, you won’t retire, and despite your best efforts, you refuse to die.

You should be at least a two-star admiral by now, if not a senator.

Yet here you are: Captain.

Why is that?

It’s one of life’s mysteries, sir.

This isn’t a joke. I asked you a question.

I’m where I belong, sir.

Well, the Navy doesn’t see it that way.

Not anymore.

[Jet passes overhead]

These planes you’ve been testing, captain, one day, sooner than later, they won’t need pilots at all.

Pilots that need to sleep, eat, take a piss.

Pilots that disobey orders.

All you did was buy some time for those men out there.

The future is coming, and you’re not in it.

Escort this man off the base.

Take him to his quarters.

Wait with him while he packs his gear.

I want him on the road to north island within the hour.

North island, sir?

Call came in with impeccable timing, right as I was driving here to ground your ass once and for all.

[Scoffs] It galls me to say it, but…

For reasons known only to the almighty and your guardian angel…

You’ve been called back to top gun.

Sir? You are dismissed, captain.

The end is inevitable, Maverick.

Your kind is headed for extinction.

Maybe so, sir.

But not today.

[Person] Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell.

Your reputation precedes you.

Thank you, sir.

Wasn’t a compliment.

I’m admiral Beau Simpson. I’m the air boss.

I believe you know admiral bates. Warlock, sir.

Must admit, I wasn’t expecting an invitation back.

They’re called orders, Maverick.

You two have something in common.

Cyclone here was first in his class back in ’88.

Actually, sir, I finished second.

Just want to manage expectations.

[Sighs]

The target…

Is an unsanctioned uranium enrichment plant built in violation of a multilateral NATO treaty.

The uranium produced there represents a direct threat to our allies in the region.

The Pentagon has tasked us with assembling a strike team and taking it out before it becomes fully operational.

The plant sits in an underground bunker at the end of this valley.

Said valley is GPS-jammed and defended by an extensive surface-to-air missile array serving a limited number of fifth-generation fighters, which in turn are backed up by a plentiful reserve of surplus aircraft.

Even a few old f-14s.

Seems like we’re not the only ones holding on to old relics.

[Warlock] What’s your read, captain?

Well, sir, normally this would be a cakewalk for the f-35’s stealth, but the GPS-jamming negates that.

And a surface-to-air threat necessitates a low-level laser-guided strike tailor-made for the f-18.

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