Top Gun Page #20

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FUNGUS:

Ohhh Mother!

MAVERICK:

(strangely calm)

Goddamnit, Mav, you really are a

slow learner. Don't worry, Fung,

I've got it.

Fungus is getting his teeth rattled. He's helpless, he has

no controls, there's nothing he can do but hold on.

FUNGUS:

Don't WORRY!!!? You've GOT it!!?

Are you CRAZY?

MAVERICK:

Roger, I've got it.

The plane's gyrations are rattling Fungus's helmet off the

canopy.

FUNGUS:

You've got it? Good! Cause for a

minute there, you had me worried.

It yaws and rolls, starts into a spin.

FUNGUS:

Now have you got it? Have you

still got it?

MAVERICK:

Yawing right.

FUNGUS:

I know!

MAVERICK:

Rudder's left, stick's forward.

FUNGUS:

Swell! Passing ten thousand!

MAVERICK:

I've got it -- hold on!

FUNGUS:

Passing 8. Passing 6. Lock your

harness!

MAVERICK:

I can recover. Hold on!

They're in a progressive spiral, nose low. The altimeter

unwinds, speed picks up. The G forces are forcing them away

from the axis of spin, jamming Maverick against the

instrument panel at the front of the cockpit.

MAVERICK:

You with me?

Fungus, also, is jammed to his panel.

FUNGUS:

Right behind you.

He is closer to the center of spin and less strongly held.

It doesn't do much good, however, he can't control the plane.

The only thing he can reach is the yellow and black loop; the

ejection handle. He reaches for it.

FUNGUS:

Speed's up to 150.

Fungus's eyes are wide. The earth grows larger as it rises

towards them. G forces flatten them. They've long since lost

the MiG. Nobody but an idiot would try to follow them in this

maneuver.

FUNGUS:

5000 feet. Speed two hundred.

MAVERICK:

Okay.

The earth grows larger.

FUNGUS:

4500. Critical point.

FUNGUS grabs the ejection handle with both hands.

MAVERICK:

No! Not again!

FUNGUS:

What are you talking about,

we gotta go!

MAVERICK:

I'm not losing it again!

The jet is standing on its nose, gaining speed, plunging

towards the ocean.

FUNGUS:

Gotta go, man.

MAVERICK:

280, 290, 300 knots.

FUNGUS:

3,000 feet. We gotta go, man.

3,000 feet, we gotta go!

MAVERICK:

You go. I'm staying with it.

FUNGUS:

I'm gonna go! THREE...TWO...ONE...

Then, just as suddenly, as he's about to pull...Maverick

catches it. The plane responds. They're out of the spin. He

gets control. Fungus sits there dumbly, hands on handle.

Still not believing...

FUNGUS:

ONE....ONE....ONE...

SEA LEVEL:

Maverick stops the tumble, pulls the nose up quickly and the

F-l4 sweeps into level flight no more than a hundred feet

above the deck. He comes up and looks right at Ice. Ice is

down low. He comes around, a MiG-21 all over him like a cheap

suit. A flick, a whip, and Maverick in perfect position,

rolls right in on the MiG. Fungus looks like he just saw

Jesus.

FUNGUS:

What in the Christ...was that?

He looks at the Mig target set-up in front of him in awe.

FUNGUS:

Did you plan that? Was all that

something you planned?

Maverick's acquired the target and is all business.

MAVERICK:

ALL RIGHT, ICE. COME HARD

STARBOARD, THEN EXTEND TO THE EAST.

Fungus is still lividly frazzled.

FUNGUS:

Because...if that was... Next time

you tell me first.

ICE:

ROG.

Maverick breaks down, Ice zooms up, breaks in and takes the

MiG the other way. Maverick Yo Yo's in, comes right up behind

the MiG, as the MiG starts acceleration.

Maverick rolls in on Ice and the MiG.

MAVERICK:

I GOT A WINDER LEFT, BUT NO GOOD

TONE ON IT.

ICE:

I CAN'T LOSE HIM, CAN YOU GET OFF

A SHOT?

MAVERICK:

I GOT NO TONE. IT MIGHT GET YOU.

ICE:

WHAT CHOICE DO I HAVE? SHOOT IT.

MAVERICK:

WHEN I SHOOT, YOU BREAK LEFT..3..2

The MiG fires.

MAVERICK:

HE FIRED, BREAK NOW!

Ice breaks left, drops flares. The MiG's missile follows the

flares. Maverick FIRES. The missile doesn't twitch. It flys

right up the tail pipe of the MiG, the canopy flies off, the

pilot comes out of it, and then the MiG blows up, We go right

through the fire ball. VVVARRRUOOMMM!

MAVERICK:

He's out! We got him!

The MiG rolls into the ground...KABOOM! They swoop by the

pilot, hanging in his straps...He watches them, dumbly.

Fungus waves.

FUNGUS:

What a dope! Maybe they'll

give him another plane...and we

can shoot him down again.

Maverick and Ice join up, light it, stand on their burners

and blast straight for the sun.

MAVERICK'S F-14

Without warning, a triple roll, as the elation hits him.

125. INT. MAVERICK'S COCKPIT

FUNGUS:

What is it? What's wrong?

Fungus nervously looks around at his circuit breakers.

FUNGUS:

Is there something I should know?

MAVERICK:

Just relax.

FUNGUS:

Is it the plane?

MAVERICK:

The plane is fine.

FUNGUS:

Is it you?

MAVERICK:

Yeah, I guess it is. We did it! We

did it...Damn! We sure did it!

MAVERICK:

HELLO MUSTANG, THIS IS MAVERICK.

I'VE GOT A MESSAGE FOR STINGER.

STRIKE:

(V.O.)

ROGER, MAVERICK. GO AHEAD.

MAVERICK:

TELL STINGER MAVERICK HAS GOOD NEWS

AND SOME BAD NEWS. THE GOOD NEWS IS

THAT ICE GOT A MIG. THE BAD NEWS IS

THAT MAVERICK GOT TWO!

He looks over at Ice.

MAVERICK:

I GOTTA HAVE ONE.

126. INT. ICE'S COCKPIT

SLIDER:

We're low on fuel, Ice.

Ice considers for a moment, then responds.

ICE:

I know. I know....Aw hell, let's do

it!

127. INT. MAVERICK'S COCKPIT

FUNGUS:

You're not supposed to...

MAVERICK:

But I have to!

FUNGUS:

Then...sh*t! Go ahead. I'm right

behind you.

MAVERICK:

MUSTANG, THIS IS MAVERICK, REQUEST

A FLYBY.

128. PRI-FLY BRIDGE - (Primary Flight Control) USS KITTY

HAWK:

The Air Boss speaks to Maverick over the UHF. The Admiral,

the XO and other officers watch and listen.

AIR BOSS:

NEGATIVE, GHOST RIDER, THE

PATTERN'S FULL.

MAVERICK (V.O. filtered)

MUSTANG, THIS IS GHOST RIDER.

REQUEST A FLYBY FOR TWO.

OFFICER:

Who is that guy?

ADMIRAL:

Mitchell...

XO:

(surpressing a grin)

...Likes to break at 600, 'stead of

300 knots. The Air Boss hates him.

One time, he came over the deck at

two hundred, shakes the sh*t out of

the bridge. Lifted Johnson right

off his feet.

129. INT. MAVERICK'S F-14

He glances over at Ice, who gives him thumbs up.

MAVERICK:

BOSS, YOU BETTER CLEAR IT OUT,

WE'RE FIVE MINUTES OUT

AND WE'RE DOING IT!

130. INT. PRI-FLY BRIDGE

The Admiral looks out over the water and smiles.

MAVERICK (V.O. filtered)

TEN MILES ASTERN, BOSS. HOW ABOUT

IT?

The Air Boss is livid. He clenches the mike.

AIR BOSS:

MUSTANG TO GHOST RIDER!...

Just then the Admiral pipes up.

ADMIRAL:

Johnson!

AIR BOSS:

Yes, Sir, Admiral?

ADMIRAL:

Give him his flyby.

The Admiral looks at the others, tries to surpress his own

grin. He slides into his (borrowed) command chair, looks into

the wind. On the back of the chair, a clue; his name and

rank:
RADM. Buford Clancy, "BOOMER"

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