Top Gun Page #7

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HOLLYWOOD:

You don't think about death up

there, but you think a lot about

the danger. One mistake and you're

a smoking hole in the ground.

GIRL:

I never knew it was so dangerous.

HOLLYWOOD:

Oh yeah, it makes everything down

here more meaningful. You feel a

certain intensity of life, and you

want to grab onto every moment.

Maverick looks up at the bar again. A shock. She (Charlie) is

staring right at him, intensely, as her date whispers something

in her ear. She notices him, staring back, quickly looks away,

embarrassed. She says something to the man. He nods and turns

away as someone else grabs his attention. The woman, now wouldn't

look this way for anything. She picks up her purse from the bar

and walks through the crowd and out of the room. Impulsively,

Maverick's up, he follows.

46. INT. HALLWAY - OUTSIDE THE BAR

He breaks out, looks around, doesn't see her. Someone disappears

around a corner. He moves after.

CORNER - A door slams shut. Impulsively, before he realizes what

he is doing, he's through it.

47. WOMEN'S ROOM.

A feminine GASP! He should have looked at the sign on the door.

The realization of where he is hits him too late. She is standing

by the mirror, with her make-up out, looking back at him. He's

not quite sure what to do. A hasty retreat would be appropriate,

if embarrassing. Ah, what the hell, he is a fighter pilot! He

just walks right over to her...no idea what he will say. She's

got her lipstick out, twisting it. She looks over at him with an

amused smile.

CHARLIE:

Long cruise, was it?

She leans over the sink, puts on lipstick, sees his eyes cover

her.

CHARLIE:

Anything I can do to help, Lieutenant?

MAVERICK:

Lots of things.

She laughs. He is sort of attractive, but there are other girls

in the room, she doesn't want to be too encouraging...She tries

not to grin at his embarrassment.

CHARLIE:

I'll bet!

MAVERICK:

Uhhh...Anything I can do for you?

She laughs again, doesn't know what it is...could be chemical,

but she's instinctively attracted.

CHARLIE:

Yeah. Hold this. It might be safer.

She hands him a makeup mirror. Starts redoing her lipstick. He

just stares at her...She looks up at him, than back to her

warpaint. Finally, when it comes, it is cool and amused.

CHARLIE:

Now I know why all the girls come

here. They know how horny you guys

get. But this...is ridiculous.

MAVERICK:

It's not that.

Mock anger. She's toying with him.

CHARLIE:

It isn't?

MAVERICK:

Well, it is. It is that, too.

CHARLIE:

That's a big comfort to me.

MAVERICK:

I could be, too.

CHARLIE:

How so?

MAVERICK:

Save you from a big mistake with

that other guy.

CHARLIE:

And on to a bigger one with you?

MAVERICK:

Yeah, most likely.

CHARLIE:

Was there ever a girl who didn't

like fighter pilots?

MAVERICK:

I heard of one once.

She laughs again, shakes her head...another cowboy! She gently

takes the compact out of his hands, snaps it closed.

CHARLIE:

I'm really flattered, Lieutenant,

but I don't go out with pilots.

MAVERICK:

Then what are you doing here?

Three pretty blondes enter and look at Maverick quizzically but

not without interest.

CHARLIE:

I think the question is...what are

you?

She tries to keep a straight face as she walks out of the room.

The other girls look at him expectantly. A beat. He just

stands there, then realizes he's holding her lipstick.

MAVERICK:

Hi. I'm here to talk about a new

concept in cosmetics...

47A. WOXOF BAR. She returns, spots the Captain, motioning to

her. Maverick enters, goes to the other end of the bar. He

orders a drink. It comes. He drinks it, pays for it, moves off

toward the door. Someone backs into his path, he moves quickly

and bumps into someone else; her.

CHARLIE:

Sorry.

She sees it's him.

MAVERICK:

My fault. Should have watched

where I was going.

Her hand goes to his collar. She adjusts his insignia. She

smiles.

CHARLIE:

Where's your wing man? Who's

watching your six?

MAVERICK:

Uh, nobody, I guess.

One final adjustment.

CHARLIE:

Too bad.

She breaks the spell abruptly, turns away.

CHARLIE:

See you around.

Maverick finds his voice.

MAVERICK:

Can I walk you out?She turns back to him, a smile.

CHARLIE:

I'm with someone.

48. EXT. "O" CLUB - LATER THAT NIGHT

P.O.V. -

From a car in the parking lot, we see Charlie and the Captain

leave the club. They walk directly toward us and stop. She turns,

says something polite...a peck on the cheek. He turns away. A

dome light briefly illuminates the interior of the car as a door

opens. It rocks slightly as someone gets in. Charlie turns back

and walks over, taking her keys out. She opens the door to the

car and gets in.

48A. EXT. CAR - NIGHT

She starts the car and pulls away. Suddenly, a figure sits up in

the back.

MAVERICK:

I thought he'd never leave.

CHARLIE:

Yeow!

Startled, she nearly drives off the road. She turns to him,

startled.

CHARLIE:

You! What are you doing here?

MAVERICK:

Everybody's got to be somewhere.

CHARLIE:

What if Captain Dawson had come

with me?

MAVERICK:

It would have been really

embarrassing!

CHARLIE:

How did you know this was my car?

MAVERICK:

Simple deduction. It's fast. It's

pretty. Sleek and stylish...It's

your color...matches your lipstick.

CHARLIE:

That's all!

MAVERICK:

And I asked someone.

CHARLIE:

You think you're pretty smart.

MAVERICK:

I think I'm in love.

49. EXT. GUARD GATE

She pulls up at the guard gate, a MARINE CORPORAL is on duty. He

sees the pretty girl pull up and stop, leans over helpfully.

MARINE:

Can I help you, Ma'am?

She smiles even more sweetly.

CHARLIE:

I don't know, Corporal. Can you do

anything about this lunatic?

The car door swings open. Maverick gets out. The car roars away.

He stands in the glare of the spotlight...rocking on his heels,

looking across at the guard, who snaps to attention and stares

holes in his chest.

50. INT. TOP GUN - NEXT MORNING.

Two guys in flight suits run down stairs past stencils of MiG

kills on walls, then down corridor.

FLEX:

Not so fast...my head.

They skid to stop outside a door.

51. INT. HANGAR

Ground crews work on planes in B.G. Jester in middle of lecture.

Door bursts open. Sundown and Flex skid to a halt when they see

whole class looking at them.

JESTER:

Who are you?

SUNDOWN:

I'm Sundown.

JESTER:

Yeah, right. You're late.

Viper breaks in, indicating Flex.

VIPER:

And who are you?

FLEX:

Flex

VIPER:

Flex...? You don't look like Flex

to me. You call that muscle?

Doesn't look like muscle. Looks

like...Pork.

They laugh. Even Sundown has to laugh, scratching his chest.

VIPER:

What're you laughing at? You're

Fungus.

Stops scratching.

SUNDOWN/FUNGUS

Fungus!

PORK:

Don't make an issue of it, it'll

stick.

FUNGUS (Unhappily)

It'll stick anyway.

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