Top Gun Page #9
- Year:
- 1986
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GOOSE:
He's blind -- you got him!
JESTER:
NO JOY! NO JOY! WHERE ARE YOU?
I'VE LOST SIGHT.
GOOSE:
He's out of energy! You got
control? Unload!
The F-14 peels over the egg, in a backward dive. It rockets
down the outside, gaining energy. Over the ROAR of jets, the
SCREAM of the wind, Goose shouts data, but it is muffled, a
distant voice in a typhoon. Through the canopy, we see
Jester, and he hangs in the air like a sparrow in the path of
a falcon.
PILOT'S POV - HUD in windscreen - a diamond in a box.
Maverick lines up the diamond with Jester, and we hear the
high pitched tone BEEPING.
JESTER:
WE'RE BELOW THE HARD DECK. FIGHT'S
OFF.
GOOSE:
He's right. We're at ten thousand.
MAVERICK:
No way. I got you, sucker. You're
going down.
Jester maneuvers, but Maverick keeps him in the gunsight.
The BEEPING is louder, faster.
MAVERICK:
In the envelope. FOX TWO MISSILE
SHOT. YOU'RE GONE, JESTER, DEAD!
GOOSE:
(stunned)
Goddamn! We beat him!
There is an edge of anger in Jester's voice.
JESTER:
ROGER FOX TWO. GET YOUR BUTTS ABOVE
IMMEDIATELY.
They are brought up short for a moment, then the thrill of
victory gets the best of them. Goose lets out a war whoop.
The F-14 sweeps up, rolls into an Immelman..
MAVERICK:
We did it!
GOOSE:
Look, Ma, top of the world!
52A. EXT. MIRAMAR - LANDING PATTERN.
Maverick's Tomcat breaks hard and high, rolls over on its
side, wings perpendicular to the ground. Goose sees the world
go sideways.
GOOSE:
Ahhh...A little high on the left,
don't you think?
MAVERICK:
Right.
He aileron rolls another quarter turn. Inverted, they pass
right down the runway. Goose looks out and insouciantly
watches the world go by at 300 knots, upside down.
GOOSE:
Right. Much better. ...Ahhh...what
do you call this?
MAVERICK:
It's a victory roll.
GOOSE:
I wouldn't call it victory. It's
more like...self immolation.
52B. INT. CONTROL TOWER
Controllers work. Officers watch the landing activity. One
old salt, turns from the coffee machine, a cup of steaming
Java microns from his lips. A ROAR. VABOOM! The Tomcat roars
over. He yelps as hot coffee flys all over his shirt.
52C.
EXT. MAVERICK'S F-14
They complete the roll, bank left, zoom right by the tower,
level with the observation window.
52D. F-14'S POV. Controllers look out at the F-14, mouths
drop open.
52E. ANGLE GOOSE
He waves jauntily.
GOOSE:
Hi...Hi there. How ya doing in
there? Mav... Ahhh...you know, at
one point I did want a Navy career.
MAVERICK:
Come on, relax...
GOOSE:
You see all those guys with gold on
their shoulders!!?... Oh, no, I
think that was Johnson, Air Boss of
the Kitty Hawk!
MAVERICK:
Come on, we beat an instructor. How
many times in your life do you get
to do a victory roll?
GOOSE:
Just once, if they take your plane
away.
They roll out, break over the runway.
***
52F. EXT. FLIGHTLINE.
Maverick and Goose walk by parking Tomcats...Ice is
unstrapping, Slider is climbing down. Ice looks at Maverick,
says one word.
ICEMAN:
Cowboys!
Maverick keeps walking...Goose hangs back.
SLIDER:
Nice. Always a good idea to show up
your instructors.
He nods toward Jester, glaring at them from his A4. Goose
indicates the backseat of the Tomcat.
GOOSE:
Hey, see any controls back there?
(thinks about team loyalty,
reacts to Jester's glare...)
And anyway...we beat the Son of a
B*tch!
He turns and runs to catch up with Maverick.
Pilots half undressed. Maverick and Goose enter the room,
carrying their helmets. The students look up at them, and
Goose suddenly flashes a thumb's up sign with a grin. The
students react with clenched fists, ad libs, high fives,
victory punches.
WOLFMAN:
You won?!!!
MAVERICK:
Didn't everybody?
"Oooo" -- they all go "ooo" and laugh.
WOLFMAN:
No, we...got our butts kicked.
HOLLYWOOD:
Thirty seconds. That's all it took
to blow us out of the sky.
WOLFMAN:
We went like this, he went like
that. I say to Hollywood: Where'd
he go? Hollywood says: where'd who
go?
HOLLYWOOD:
And he's laughing. Right over the
radio, He's laughing at us.
Attention turns to the doorway as Ice and Slider enter. Ice
gives a brief dramatic pause, then flashes thumbs up and
smiles. The students celebrate Ice's win. Ice handles the
attention with the easy composure of one who is used to it.
Maverick ignores him and begins to peel out of his G-suit.
***
GOOSE:
You won.
Congratulations.HOLLYWOOD
Maverick and Goose won too.
Ice talks into his locker.
ICE:
That's not what I heard.
GOOSE:
We won!
Ice turns back, stares them down, then turns back into his
locker, dismissing them.
ICE:
Below the hard deck doesn't count.
You guys are the second team,
aren't you?
Maverick gets up, moves to him, starts to say something,
when Jester, breaks into the room.
JESTER:
Maverick, Goose. Viper's office. Now!
53A. INT. TOPGUN CORRIDOR OUTSIDE CO'S OFFICE.
SCREAMING AND YELLING. A lot of screaming and yelling,
muffled by the door.
53B. INT. ANTEROOM.
Enlisted Yeomen and Chiefs go about their clerical duties in
acute embarrassment mixed with curiousity. Behind the CO'S door,
someone is screaming his head off.
BOOM! The door bursts open. A big, brawling Officer - Johnson,
the Air Boss - blasts out, nearly smashing into a female petty
officer. She almost spills her coffee. Johnson looks right and
left in fury too strong for words. He looks like he wants to
smash something. They move out of his way, but he justs blasts
through the door and disappears down the hall.
The enlisted men turn to Viper's office.
53D THEIR POV
Jester stands inside stonefaced. Maverick and Goose are
rigid. Viper...with excess calm deliberation, softly walks
over, grasps the doornob. He glances in this direction. The
glance is totally without expression, and even scarier for
that.
***
In a flash, each man finds something totally engrossing in
his work, or something terribly important to do elsewhere.
Slowly, steadily, Viper swings his door closed.54. INT.
VIPER'S OFFICE
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