Brazil

SAM

What? I thought you were free to come and go as you please.

JILL

Well, almost... unfortunately I do have to punch in by 5.00 every day.

SAM

(slightly surprised)

Every day?

SAM

Turn around!

JILL

What?

SAM

They'll be there waiting.

JILL

Who will?

SAM

Security.

JILL

You're joking.

SAM

No. Please. They're going to arrest you.

JILL

I thought you arrested me.

SAM

Yes... but, this is real. Now, stop!

(he grabs for the emergency brake)

JILL

(pushing his hand away)

Cut it out, Sam.

SAM

(grabbing at the steering wheel)

Will you please turn back.

JILL

(shoving him back)

Get away!

SAM

(lunging for the steering wheel)

Turn!

JILL

(unable to control him)

Stop it... damn you!

Sam throws the lorry into a gut-sucking skid.

EXT. CENTRAL SUPPLIES – DUSK

The lorry skids around a corner and roars down a side street of containers.

INT. LORRY – DUSK

Sam and Jill are fighting for control of the lorry.

JILL

You're mad! You're out of your mind!

At that moment the air is split apart by the wail of sirens. Sam and Jill look back.

EXT. CENTRAL SUPPLIES – DUSK

From inside two strategically placed wooden containers stacked amongst the piles of containers marked "AUTOMOBILES" burst forth two Security vehicles. Wood flying, lights flashing, wheels smoking – they squeal away in pursuit.

INT. LORRY – DUSK

SAM

I was right! Step on it!

JILL

Let go! We've got to stop!

SAM

Now you're the one that's out of your mind.

JILL

Sam... we can't outrace them. You'll kill us!

They struggle for control of the lorry.

EXT. CENTRAL SUPPLIES – DUSK

The lorry rumbles down the street of containers lurching from side to side as the battle in the cab wages back and forth. Containers are smashed open and their contents spill out only to be further damaged as the pursuing Security vehicles crash through them. The lorry escapes from the streets of containers and cannons through the main gate and out on to the streets of the city.

INT. LORRY CAB – DUSK

Sam and Jill are still struggling violently for control of the lorry. Sam is terribly inexpert as a driver but he behaves like someone possessed. Through the rear view mirrors he can see the Security vehicles catching up with them. He starts fumbling with he multiple gear levers.

JILL

Don't touch those!

EXT. DOMESTIC STREETS – DUSK

The lorry roars down a street of terraced houses and then screeches around a corner.

INT. LORRY – DUSK

Sam pushes Jill's hand back and grabs for the lever that he thinks is overdrive. But rather than gaining speed there is a terrible lurch as the house and trailer disconnect from the cab.

EXT. DOMESTIC STREET – DUSK

The house slides off the trailer which is skidding sideways and crunches to the ground just as the Security vehicles round the corner.

INT. SECURITY VEHICLE – DUSK

From behind the DRIVER we can see that the house has settled across the roadway at right-angle to the other houses, making it appear to be a normal dead end street. So shocked is the Driver that he fails to stop in time and KABLOW!! the car smashes into the house.

EXT. DOMESTIC STREET – DUSK

Hot on the heels of the 1st car, the 2nd vehicle skids and then smashes into the house which collapses and then explodes in flames.

INT. JILL'S LORRY – DUSK

Sam sits paralysed with shock. The lorry has come to a halt. Jill is desperately trying to get him to move.

JILL

Come on, let's go! Let's get out of here!

SAM

Oh God! What have we done?

JILL

We? Don't blame me!

SAM

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

JILL

(looking behind)

Shit! The house is on fire!

SAM

"And your children all gone."

JILL

What?

SAM

"Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home, your house is on fire and your children all gone"... Do you think anyone's hurt?

JILL

Yes.

(tapping him on the forehead)

Come out, I know you're in there

EXT. DOMESTIC STREET – DUSK

A Security vehicle in full banshee howl roars through the streets. We roar along with it as it rounds a corner and skids to a halt at a safe but striking distance from Jill's lorry. Heavily armed SECURITY POLICE pour out and take up firing positions behind parked cars or whatever other cover is available. Searchlights are played on the lorry. The OFFICER IN CHARGE appears with a loud-hailer.

OFFICER IN CHARGE

Come out, we know you're in there! You cannot possibly escape. Throw your weapons from your vehicle and come out slowly with your hands on your heads. Obey my instructions and no harm will come to you. But if you force us to shoot we'll shoot to kill.

During the above speech a SMALL BOY on a tricycle "roars" around a corner behind the Security Police. He rides into a gap between them, rolls his tricycle over and "takes cover" behind it. He points his toy rifle at Jill's lorry and takes shot. In reaction to the noise made by the kid's rifle the Officer In Charge dives for cover and the Security Troops open fire and pepper Jill's lorry cab with holes. A few of the Security Troops then rush forward and fling open the cab door. The cab is empty. The Officer In Charge gets to his feet and looks about. His uniform is covered with dust, oil and shit from the street. He just misses seeing the back of the Boy as he disappears round the corner on his tricycle.

INT. LINGERIE DEPARTMENT / SHOPPING CENTRE

To the lush sound of musak we glide through the glittering sensuous, supportive world of ladies undergarments. As we slip past girdles, bras, panti-hose for a variety of exotic occasions we come upon Sam and Jill pushing a shopping trolley. In the trolley is the "suspicious" parcel which Jill was given at the power plant.

SAM

This is a hell of a time to buy a nightie.

JILL

Are you still following me?

SAM

Please, Jill... I love you.

JILL

Go away.

SAM

There are plenty of other safe places. Why don't we go back to my flat?

JILL

Leave me alone!

SAM

You've got to trust me. It sounds silly but I know we were meant to meet.

JILL

You mean you were meant to hijack my truck, make me crash it, and have every security man in town looking for me?

SAM

I was just trying to help. I decided to trust you. Maybe I was wrong. Whose side are you on really? Who are your friends? Who was the man who gave you the parcel? What's in it? It's the only thing you saved from the lorry... It must he something very special.

JILL

I saved you from the lorry and you're not very special.

SAM

... It's a bomb isn't it?

JILL

(exasperated)

Oh... Jesus!

Sam grabs the parcel from the trolley and tries to start tearing it open.

SAM

I'm going to open it!

JILL

(grabbing parcel and trying to take it from him)

No you're not!

They start an ugly little struggle for the parcel. Sam's suit gets slightly ripped. Their tug-of-war is interrupted by a voice off camera.

VOICE

SAM!!

Sam turns to see Mrs. Terrain and Shirley a short distance away. Mrs. Terrain is heavily bandaged and sitting in a wheelchair which Shirley is pushing.

MRS. TERRAIN

It's me and Shirley!

From the Terrains' POV Sam looks as if he is wrestling with a dummy, or with himself if he is beside a full length mirror. The mirror or something obscures Jill. Mrs. Terrain and Shirley exchange puzzled looks and proceed toward Sam.

SAM

Ah... hello, Mrs. Terrain. Sam lets go of the parcel and pushes Jill away. She moves off.

SAM

(after Jill for Mrs. Terrain's benefit)

I think that'll hold it.

(to Shirley)

Hello Shirley. Just helping someone tie up a Christmas present. How are you?

MRS. TERRAIN

My complication had a complication, but Dr. Chapman says I'll soon be up and bouncing about like a young gazelle. Are you buying a Christmas present for your mother?

SAM

(trying to keep an eye on Jill who is disappearing from sight)

Er, yes...

MRS. TERRAIN

Shirley and I come here regularly. I love romantic lingerie.

She unwraps a set of red and black, fur trimmed things with strategic holes in them.

MRS. TERRAIN

(coyly)

Picture me in these.

At this moment there is an almighty explosion from the far corner of the store. It is the corner that we last saw Jill moving towards. Sam races towards the smoke, dust covering his suit. He finds bras, knickers, broken shop dummies, bleeding CUSTOMERS and SHOP ASSISTANTS all over the place. On the edge of this devastated area he sees Jill struggling out from under a pile of negligees and plaster dust. He rushes over to her.

SAM

(frantic)

Are you alright?

JILL

Yes.

SAM

(anxiety giving way to anger)

You don't deserve to be! You should be dead, or maimed like them... How could you... ?

(indicating the wounded)

What a bloody stupid thing... I should. have made you open it in the lorry

She has dug the parcel out of the debris and has ripped it open. Under the brown paper are a dozen brightly coloured. Christmas packages – yes you guessed it – executive toys. She throws the parcel and its contents hard into Sam's chest. He topples back-wards – tangling himself up with the severed limbs of a shop dummy.

JILL

There's your bomb! Our annual bribes for official ass-holes like you!

Sam sits in the debris – ashamed and relieved. Liquor oozes from the broken bottle all over Sam's suit. He is at a loss for words.

Jill's attention is attracted by moans coming from the badly hurt BOMB VICTIMS. She goes to help them.

JILL

(to Sam)

Come on, make yourself useful, there are people hurt!

Jill goes around trying to make the injured comfortable. Sam follows her. He takes off his jacket with his Information Retrieval badge on the lapel and uses it to make a pillow for one of these victims. By now sirens are wailing, water sprinklers are functioning, and there is general pandemonium. SECURITY GUARDS run into the area and begin arresting everyone, including the dead and injured. ONE OF THE GUARDS tries to drag off the WOMAN whom Jill is attending.

JILL

Hey stop... she's hurt!

The Guard gives Jill a thump in the side of the face with his gloved hand. Sam sees red.

SAM

DON'T TOUCH HER!!

The Guard looks up and as he does so he is transformed into the Giant Warrior from Sam's dream. He towers over the wounded, the dying and the debris of the blasted lingerie department. Sam grabs for a weapon and comes up with one of the arms (now detached) of the shop dummy. It makes a passable club.

JILL

SAM... don't!!

The two combatants square off... looking for an opening... a chink in the other's defences – at which point Sam is flattened from behind by a TROOPER'S gun butt.

INT. STONE SHIPANTI – DAY

Sam is falling down the inner wall of the stone ship. He tumbles end over end – unable to stop his crashing descent. With a thud he hits the bottom. Stunned, bruised and battered he tries to get up. Standing over him are the grey Prisoners. They press forward.

SAM

(feebly)

Where is she? Is she here?

The grey Prisoners dissolve into what looks like several BAGGEES.

INT. BLACK MARIA – EVENING

The Baggees hang from a track on the ceiling of the Black Maria. Sam is lying on the floor, covered by his jacket, with his badge prominently displayed. He is dazed and mumbling... the only Baggee in the wagon apart from TWO GUARDS who have removed their helmets and are relaxing while travelling back to base.

GUARD A

(scratching his head)

These helmets don't half make your scalp itch.

GUARD B

Ooh, don't mention it.

(beginning to scratch his head)

And they make you sweat. Half the time I can't see where I'm going – there's a great Niagara of perspiration coming down.

GUARD A

I'm lucky, I've got thick eyebrows. That keeps it up and channels it out to my ears.

Sam stirs and groans

GUARD B

Who's he?

GUARD A

Someone from Information Retrieval they're always hanging about in lingerie.

Sam is coming to his senses. He takes in the situation, sees all the BAGGEES and staggers to his knees.

SAM

Jill! Jill! Are you there?!

He begins rummaging through the Baggees. One of which is dressed as FATHER CHRISTMAS. Sam opens the "face vent" of the Baggee's' hoods. A pair of strange eyes look out.