gear shift into neutral -- yanks the parking brake --
And the Mustang spins on the straight -- Screeching spin ... And
Memphis takes the HARD LEFT ...
And hes managed to outrun them... Finding himself above Lower
Grand... Looking down ...
He can see the secondary pursuit down below ... Atley being
chased... IN THE DISTANCE - Atley is LAUNCHED FROM THE SHOULDER,
the Firebird rolling down a drainag
gear, cables and
doors loudly shutting down the house.
The NURSE is clubbed to the floor with her own camera. And
amidst all the vengeful shouts and wails, a curious thing
happens:
As one of the Patients picks up the Nurses blood-spattered
camera and puts it to his eye, the image on screen abruptly
SMASHES TO:
INT. CEREBRAL HYGIENE ROOM - CONTINUED - GRAINY BLACK & WHITE
-- and dead silence -- an
gear
to serve in my beloved Corps! Do
you maggots understand that?
RECRUITS
(in unison)
Sir, yes, sir!
HARTMAN
Bullshit! I cant hear you!
RECRUITS
(louder)
Sir, yes, sir!
Sergeant HARTMAN stops in front of a
black recruit,
Private SNOWBALL.
HARTMAN
Whats your
name, scumbag?
SNOWBALL
(shouting)
Sir,
Private Brown, sir!
HARTMAN
Bullshit! From now on
youre Private
Snowball! Do you like that nam
BALL IN HIS
HAND!! With equal proficiency, JACK jams his control column between his
knees and stands, brandishing a BASEBALL BAT! Both pranksters have to
fight against the fierce slipstream as MATT THROWS THE BALL.I across
fifty feet of sky towards JACK! He prepares to swing, but the ball FALLS
SHORT, getting MINCED in JACKS propeller! A quick look around to make
sure no one is looking, and MATT
cam...
Were not usually in the practice
of helping out competition.
- No. No.
- So how many cameras do you have now?
Twenty-four.
You...?
Wait a minute.
- You have cameras?
- Thats right.
- And you need...? You need two more?
- Yeah.
- You dont think you got it with ?
- No. No, sir.
You know, I think...
I think weve got them all...
Dont we have them...?
Theyre all used, right?
- All of them.
- I