Top Gun Page #14

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GOOSE:

...butt...Hi, honey, God, am I glad

to see you! I missed you.

Goose wraps his arms around Carol, smack, a kiss. She smiles

at Maverick, turns back to Goose.

CAROL:

I had to come, Willard, I got so

lonesome I just couldn't stand it.

GOOSE:

Sure, honey, I understand. It's

great to see you. Hey where's your

backseater, where's the world's

smallest RIO..

He looks all around and then down at the kid, hiding shyly

behind his mother's skirts. Goose grabs up the kid and zooms

him around, a game they've played before, every six months or

so. The kid laughs happily. Maverick just sort of smiles to

himself and shakes his head.

83. OMITTED

84. A POOL (OR BEACH)

Maverick comes to the surface. She enters frame by the side

of the pool. She hands him a split fresh pineapple. He eats

it in the most salacious manner possible. He's so contented,

he's babbling.

MAVERICK:

Food...and you...my F-14!

CHARLIE:

In that order?

MAVERICK:

Well no...inverse order.

CHARLIE:

I'm still second best.

MAVERICK:

You ever fly an F-14?

(She laughs.)

CHARLIE:

I don't fly in anything that

doesn't show movies.

He gets out, grabs a towel, moves over to some chairs. His

flight suit is draped over one. He moves it to sit down.

MAVERICK:

Ahhh, you'd love it. Night carrier

landings! The most dangerous thing

you can think of! ...next to

you...And the most exciting. You're

living at one hundred and ten per

cent. Greatest high in the world...

CHARLIE:

Danger?

MAVERICK:

(of course).

Yeah!

CHARLIE:

Doesn't it ever bother you?

MAVERICK:

Why, what's gonna happen?

His flight suit slips onto the ground. Charlie retrieves it.

As she lifts the suit, something falls out of the pocket.

Looks like a gold coin. She picks it up. Maverick is drying

his hair. She holds the object out to him, questioning. He

sees it, quickly takes it, stuffs it back into his pocket.

MAVERICK:

Lucky charm.

CHARLIE:

What do you take me for? It's a

Navy Cross.

MAVERICK:

Just good luck.

CHARLIE:

Where'd you get it.

MAVERICK:

Pawn shop. What's to eat?

He roots through a picnic basket.

84A. MONTAGE - PREFLIGHT ACTIVITY

VIPER (V.O.)

...MiG sweep over the water. You

will proceed down the one-seven

-zero degree radial looking for

MiGs. You will engage all that you

find, destroy them, and return to

base. Maverick, has the lead. Any

questions? All right, let's go.

Move like you've got a

purpose....

85. EXT. CLOUD COVER -

20,000 FT. - DAY

Four F-14's fly in formation over the Pacific, searching for

(MiGs). They spot them, engage. The combatants fly scissor

patterns, slashing past each other, angling for position.

We hear the VOICES OF COMBAT from the planes, a barrage of

information exchanges between pilots and RIO's. Maverick and

Ice swoop close together on each other's wing--moving on each

other, testing, they glance at each other and nod. The

Challenge...the fight is on. Suddenly an F-5 rises up out of

the clouds in front of them--Ice has the advantage and rolls

in on him.

ICE:

ENGAGING BANDIT 12 O'CLOCK.

MAVERICK:

SH*T!!

The F-5 sees his pursuers. Goes into a hard left.

ICE:

MIG'S IN A LEFT. MIG'S IN A

LEFTHAND. I'M ENGAGING.

Ice struggles against the G's to bring his nose to bear.

They go around into a Lufbery--a tight circle, Ice has the

advantage. He is closer to the F-5's tail than the F-5 is to

his. But he can't close, can't line up the shot. He grunts

and strains as the G force pushes him down.

MAVERICK:

COME OFF RIGHT--COME OFF HIGH--I'M

IN--I'LL ENGAGE.

ICE:

STAY WHERE YOU ARE. HE'S MINE. I'M

ENGAGED. I'M IN.

Maverick maneuvers close to their left circle.

ICE:

GET OUT OF THERE, YOU'RE UNSAFE.

GET OUT OF THERE.

MAVERICK:

FIRE, OR CLEAR OUT, ICE.

ICE:

GET LOST!

MAVERICK:

YOU GOT TOO MUCH NOSE TO TAIL --

I'M COMING IN.

ICE:

IT'S MY SHOT.

MAVERICK:

COME OFF--COME OFF RIGHT. I'M ON MY

WAY IN. YOU GO FREE, I'M ENGAGING.

ICE:

STAY OUT OF IT. STAY OUT OF IT,

MAVERICK.

MAVERICK:

YOU CAN'T SHOOT HIM, I CAN. I'M IN.

MAVERICK - ABOVE.

MAVERICK:

ICE, ROLL OFF, I CAN SHOOT HIM.

ICE:

NO, NO, NO, HE'S MINE.

Maverick is pulling a log of G's, but can't target his

weapons, he continues to turn in a hard circle, going round

and round without gaining. He can't bring his nose to bear.

MAVERICK:

IF YOU CAN'T SHOOT HIM, I CAN.

ICE:

NO, I GOT HIM. I CAN TAKE HIM.

Ice stays.

MAVERICK:

COMING IN.

Maverick dives down between the two planes pulling 6.5 G's,

exposing his underside to Ice. All Ice sees is belly.

Obviously, in this attitude Maverick can't see him.

ICE:

(under breath.)

Sonofabitch.

He slams the stick hard right in toward Maverick.

Ice quickly rolls up right, in front of him.

ICE:

LOOK OUT!

Maverick sees him flash into his view. He has to slam the

stick forward to avoid collision. He swings by real close.

Too close.

GOOSE:

Oh, no!

They pass through Ice's turbulence. The blast distorts the

airflow to Maverick's left engine. BOOMBOOMBOOM. The engine

flames out. Full thrust on the right, engine swings the tail

around in a yaw. Maverick slams the stick right to correct

but too late.

GOOSE:

Plane's coupling up! Plane's

coupling up!

The plane couples one yaw to the next--the tail swings

around-- which becomes an ever increasing flat spin, like an

out-of -control frisbee.

GOOSE:

This is not good!...(Rising panic)

We're low!

Maverick is pinned to the instrument panel by centrifugal

force, desperately tries to reach back for the ejection

lever--but is falling short by about a foot.

MAVERICK:

I'm pinned to the panel.

GOOSE:

Time to go.

MAVERICK:

I can't eject.

The plane is spinning ever faster, out of control. He drops

the gear. Still spins. Goose is closer to center of spin--G

forces are less. He reaches behind him for the eject handle,

starts the eject sequence.

GOOSE:

3000 feet. I'll do it.

MAVERICK:

Go ahead. I can't reach. 2000 feet!

85A. BOOM - A HURRICANE OF WIND AND NOISE

The canopy BLASTS away--but is held spinning above the

cockpit by the vortex of the sinking jet. Goose glances up at

it.

GOOSE:

1000.

MAVERICK:

Let's go. Eject.

Goose yanks the ejection handle. Things happen in a split

second. Goose is fired up and out by the rocket under his

seat. Almost instantly he impacts the spinning canopy. A

sickening CRUNCH. The canopy is knocked away. Maverick is

slammed back in his seat as the ejection seat straps wind up.

He is BLASTED out of the plane just before it spins in.

85B. TIGHT ON MAVERICK AS HE TUMBLES IN SLOW MOTION

He's in shock..the loud THUMPING of his heart, labored

breathing, a scream that stays in his mind.

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