Top Gun Page #19

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CCA (V.O. filtered)

ROGER, VOODOO.

120. EXT. SKY - HOLLYWOOD AND ICE

The two MiGs cross in a scissor pattern in their path... a

provocation...they join together again and fly level at ten

thousand feet. One of the MiGs does a sudden canopy roll.

HOLLYWOOD:

VERY FANCY!

BOOM! A FLASH! Suddenly, Out of nowhere, Hollywood's hit.

WHAM! Just that fast, he's hit and goes down. His f-14

disappears into the clouds.

ICE:

WOOD! WOOD, ACKNOWLEDGE!

Ice puts his nose down and follows him.

ICE:

VOODOO ONE, MUSTANG. VOODOO THREE

IS HIT. GOING DOWN. WILL ATTEMPT

SAR.

He comes out of clouds at 1500, nothing but empty water

below.

ICE:

Do you have them? Did they get out

or not?

SLIDER:

(confusion)

No contact. I don't know.

121. EXT. MAVERICK'S F-14

MAVERICK:

VOODOO, GHOST RIDER ONE. I'M ON THE

WAY. WAIT FOR ME.

122. THE SKY - MIGS AND TOMCATS CIRCLE

SLIDER:

THEY GOT WOLF, THEY GOT WOOD. THEY

GOT THEM..

ICE:

MUSTANG, GHOST RIDER. PERMISSION TO

FIRE.

STRIKE (V.O.)

GHOST RIDER, THIS IS MUSTANG.

PERMISSION TO FIRE. PERMISSION TO

FIRE.

ICE:

ROGER. ENGAGING. I HAVE THE LEAD.

122A. INT. MAVERICK'S F-14

FUNGUS:

Let's go! Dive on those bastards!

Maverick hesitates.

FUNGUS:

Come on, man, engage. This is it.

Get your nose in there.

Maverick hesitates again. He sees the hornet's nest below;

planes all over the sky.

FUNGUS:

Bandit at seven o'clock low--solo.

Take him. Pull on the goddamn

stick, man!

MAVERICK:

Okay, okay.

FUNGUS:

Don't tell me okay. Do it!

Maverick draws a breath, then forces himself to pull the

stick over. The F-14 rolls in hard toward the battle.

Suddenly, the cluster breaks apart. The MiGs break in every

direction as Maverick BLASTS through their formation.

Something comes up through the clouds. A MiG BLASTS by.

Another rolls in and locks onto them.

The MiGs swarm toward the TOMCATS, coming from every

direction. CANNON FIRE erupts from one of the MiGs.

MAVERICK:

MAVERICK'S EMGAGED. HARD LEFT, ICE,

PADLOCK THE EASTERN SECTION.

The F-14's execute a left oblique turn in unison. They come

down in a section attack with their cannons blazing. From

Maverick's cockpit, everything looks choppy: MiGs slide past

at incredible speed. Cannons BLAST, as the planes scramble

for position.

Out-numbered four to two, Maverick and Ice fight

defensively. Maverick has the angle on a MIG, when Fungus

spots a missile launch.

FUNGUS:

BREAK LEFT! BREAK LEFT! CHAFF!

FLARES!

MAVERICK:

BREAKING LEFT!

Maverick releases a flare as he takes the F-14 into a hard

left. The missile tracks the heat of the flare and sails out

of the area, missing the Tomcat and falling toward the sea.

ICE:

TWO MIGS ON MY TAIL, MAVERICK. I'M

DEFENSIVE.

Maverick jerks his stick right and streaks toward Ice. He

cuts off one of the MiGs with CANNON FIRE, driving it down

toward the deck. Ice goes into vertical and comes around to

gain an angle on the other MiG. His RIO is in position to

check Mav's rear.

SLIDER:

MAVERICK! SIX O'CLOCK!

Maverick turns to look and jerks a hard left. The MiG is on

him, CANNON BLAZING. Ice Yo Yos inside and cuts the MiG off.

ICE:

FOX ONE.

He fires a sidewinder. The MiG turns hard, the missile sails

away.

SLIDER:

BANDIT, THREE O'OLOCK HIGH!

Ice's F-14 is suddenly caught in a HAIL OF CANNON FIRE as a

MiG sweeps down from three o'clock. He breaks, dives. The

jets streak across the sky, low to the deck, skimming the

surface.

FUNGUS:

ICE'S DEFENSIVE, HELP HIM OUT.

Maverick's F-14 Rollaways in and intercepts the bogey on

Ice's tail.

MAVERICK:

REVERSE RIGHT.

Ice turns right, the MiG bugs and jerks into vertical.

Maverick swoops after him.

FUNGUS:

STAY WITH HIM. YOUR SIX IS CLEAR.

Maverick closes, jerking left, right, twisting and turning,

staying on his tail.

122B. MAVERICK'S COCKPIT

FUNGUS:

ONE ON OUR SIX! BUG OUT! BUG OUT!

BULLETS fly by Maverick's F-14 from the MiG on his six. He

pulls a hard left, then takes the plane straight up. We hear

instructions shouted by Fungus, but it is all obscured in the

SOUNDS AND FURY OF THE BATTLE. Maverick peels over the top

and comes down like a comet. A series of passes at the MiGs.

As they come by, one of the MiGs pulls up,

MAVERICK:

OKAY, GOING UP. ICE, GO HIGH.

ICE:

LOOK OUT!

They look up. An MiG 21 is coming down, belly to them, close

to a mid-air collision.

MAVERICK:

JESUS!

He pushes down. The MiG ROARS BY. The whole airplane goes

"BOOOMMMM" it's that close.

FUNGUS:

OHHHHH SH*T!

The shock, the air pressure SLAMS them as it goes by,

missing by 4-5 feet. Maverick pulls back in, sees a MiG 21

below. It takes off, bugging out. Ice goes after him. The MiG

maneuvers, jerking hard left, hard right, twisting up, down.

Ice is right in his shadow. They come in hard and low over

the sea. He has the MiG in the diamond.

ICE:

GOOD TONE, FOX ONE

The MiG starts turning.

ICE:

Ah Nuts!

The missile goes by the tail.

ICE:

Son of a b*tch!

Then his tail comes off, the airplane goes over, a chute

comes out. The MiG EXPLODES into a thousand small pieces.

They roar by the MiG pilot hanging in his straps.

SLIDER:

JESUS! HEY SPLASH ONE, SPLASH ONE

BANDIT! SPLASH THAT SUCKER!

MAVERICK:

I GOT ONE HERE. ON THE NOSE.

COMING DOWN.

Rolling down on him, good SIDEWINDER TONE. The MiG'S sense

him, they break, one guy down low.

ICE:

ON THE NOSE?

MAVERICK:

GOT 'EM. GOT GOOD TONE.

He squeezes the trigger.

123. EXT. THE MISSILE STARTS TO GO

The vapor trail comes off, the MiG 21 turns like he's been

bounced off a rubber wall, comes around on the missile, beats

it. The missile flies by him.

MAVERICK:

AH, SH*T! GODDAMN IT!

MiG comes back turning into him.

FUNGUS:

THERE'S ANOTHER ONE UP THERE!

MAVERICK:

I GOT ONE COMING UP.

FUNGUS:

AND HE'S GUNNING.

He looks back. 30 millimeter tracers go by; they just kind

of float. He breaks, hits airbrakes, the trailing MiG dives

through.

Suddenly another MiG appears, rocketing straight for him.

They close at 900 knots--VABOOOM!--They pass nose to nose,

canopy to canopy. Both planes pitch straight up, trying for

the altitude advantage.

MAVERICK:

Zone 5 burners.

The F-14 outclimbs the MiG sitting on its tail, full

thruster, it rockets straight up, away from the planet.

Maverick has the advantage. Suddenly, his F-14 runs out of

energy. FUNGUS is the first to call it.

FUNGUS:

We're ballistic! Ohhhhhh Sh*t!

The plane backs down on itself, backs into its own smoke as

it flips over, falls away...He catches it, just regains

control, when...A ROAR. He looks up.

SECOND MIG coming down. Right on him. It fills the Canopy!

Instinctive - A Push to miss him, Maverick breaks fast down

into him, a last ditch maneuver, and the airplane

DEPARTS...the roll rates and the pitch rates combine and it

tumbles over the top; the airplane just goes end-over-end.

They are being slammed and rattled all over the

cockpits...bone-jarring, neck-snapping whips. SHRIEKS and

SCREAMS from the airframe. Terriflying?

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